Chapter 1673： 30 years

Time flies, thirty years have passed quickly.

In the periphery of the Immortal Burial Sea, hundreds of monks were fighting at high altitudes, the roars continued, and all kinds of spiritual lights exploded in the sky.

Wang Qingshan's expression was indifferent, and nine blue glass swords flew around him indefinitely, and the sword shadows were like light.

Wang Qingshan has cultivated in Wanjianmen for 30 years. He used the Qinglian industry fire to nourish the Qinglijian, and the Qinglijian returned to normal. Dongli Realm mobilized a large number of masters to deal with the Tianlan Sect cultivator, and Wang Qingshan was transferred to the front line.

If it was in the past, Tianlanzong would mobilize three late Nascent Soul monks to deal with Wang Qingshan, but the immortal burial sea area erupted with aura of absolute spirituality. The number of high-level monks in the Tianlan Sect continued to decrease.

In the most intense battle, a cultivator of Tianlan Sect was killed, and a cultivator was physically destroyed. Not long after, a royal family of the Dayan Dynasty in the Central Plains was wiped out, several medium-sized sects were destroyed, and there was no life. Also, this is Tianlan Sect warning the god-turning cultivators in the East fence world.

If Dongli Realm wants to wipe out all the cultivators in Tianlan Realm, it is estimated that they will have to mobilize the cultivators in the entire interface, but this is not realistic. The cultivators have disciples and descendants. If they are interested in the cultivators of Tianlan Realm The monks were all killed, and the god-turning monks in Tianlan Realm killed their disciples and descendants, and the fish died and the net was broken.

As a result, Donglijie temporarily retreated and pursued the next best thing, mobilizing the Yuanying cultivator and the Jiedan cultivator to fight with the Tianlan sect cultivator, forcing the Tianlan sect's god-turning cultivator to bow his head. In addition, the sea clan and the demon clan drove The monsters rushed into the Immortal Burying Sea and killed the Tianlan Sect cultivators who were trapped in the Immortal Burying Sea. However, they did not achieve much for the time being. The Immortal Burying Sea is a natural magnetic field, and monsters whose bodies were too weak would not be able to enter the Immortal Burying Sea. The depths of the fairy sea.

Opposite Wang Qingshan is Yanzong.

Yanzong held a golden long stick and shook it suddenly, a sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the shadows of heavy sticks appeared in illusion, smashing towards Wang Qingshan with the momentum of Taishan pressing the top.

Wang Qingshan's sword art was pinched, and the nine azure glass swords burst into dazzling azure light, and the dense azure flying swords emerged out of thin air, there were thousands of them, facing the heavy stick shadows.

Boom!

A huge explosion sounded, the heavy stick shadows were smashed by the dense blue flying swords, and countless powerful air waves erupted, and the void shook and distorted.

The shadow of the sword in the sky blurred and merged into one, turning into a cyan lotus flower that was hundreds of feet in size.

The cyan lotus was spinning rapidly, and there was a piercing sound that pierced the eardrums, producing a powerful air flow, which turned into a cyan tornado with a height of more than 100 meters. A large amount of sea water was swept into the cyan tornado, and the momentum was astonishing.

Yanzong's face became solemn, the golden long stick in his hand shook suddenly, and a golden gust of wind emerged out of thin air, like an autumn wind sweeping leaves, hitting the blue tornado.

The golden wind collided with the cyan tornado, and the void distorted and seemed to collapse.

The blue light and the golden light are intertwined, and the two kinds of aura are indistinguishable.

Wang Qingshan sneered, and when the magic trick was pinched, the cyan tornado suddenly burst open, and countless cyan flying swords flew out, like a meteor shower, hitting Yanzong.

At the same time, he flipped the palm of his hand, and the mysterious yellow mirror appeared in his hand. The mirror surface lit up with a yellow light, and a thick yellow beam of light flew out, heading straight for Yanzong.

There was a huge thunderous sound from high in the sky, and a huge thundercloud appeared on the top of Yanzong's head at an unknown time, with lightning and thunder, thousands of silver arcs surging, like a river running, endlessly, with amazing momentum.

The high-level monks of the Tianlan Sect fought less and less, while the high-level monks of the Dongli Realm fought more and more, and one thing changed. There were no other Nascent Soul monks to support the Yan Sect, and all the other Nascent Soul monks were entangled.

After a loud thunder sounded, hundreds of fist-thick silver lightning pierced through the sky and rushed towards Yanzong.

Yanzong's face became a little ugly, he quickly offered a small red umbrella, propped it on top of his head, the red umbrella was swaying, and a large piece of red light hung down, covering his whole body, the one in his hand. The golden long stick shook suddenly, the wind breaking loudly, and countless golden stick shadows swept out and greeted them.

Boom!

A huge roar sounded, gold, silver, blue, and yellow auras intermingled, the air waves rolled, and there was a ripple like water ripples in the void.

Yanzong turned into a ray of light and flew into the distance, his fists were no match for the four hands. In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer high-level monks of the barbarians. Who would have thought that not long after they took refuge in the Tianlan Realm, the Immortal Burial Sea Area would disappear. Explosion of absolute spirit.

"I want to leave! The head remains and sacrifices to my twelfth brother."

Wang Qingshan's icy and ruthless voice suddenly sounded, and a cyan-colored sword dragon that was more than a hundred meters long flew towards him.

The high-altitude thunderclouds rolled violently like sea water at high tide. The thunderous rumbling sounded, and eighteen silver thunder dragons with thick waists flew out and rushed towards the Yanzong below.

There were tigers in front and wolves in the back, and Yan Zong could not avoid it. The golden long stick in his hand transformed into heavy stick shadows, smashing at eighteen silver thunder dragons.

Boom!

With a loud roar, eighteen silver thunder dragons were smashed into pieces, turning into a sea of ​​silver thunder for a few kilometers.

The thundercloud rolled violently, and silver thunderballs the size of fists flew out, smashing into the silver sea of ​​thunder.

The area of ​​the silver thunder sea is getting bigger and bigger, and the dazzling thunder light makes people unable to open their eyes, and a scream is vaguely heard.

The dense blue flying swords sank into the silver sea of ​​thunder, and there was a muffled sound of "ding ding".

With a loud noise, the silver sea of ​​thunder suddenly burst open, revealing the figure of Yan Zong.

The golden long stick in Yanzong's hand was broken, and his body was covered in blood. Nine blue glass swords slashed on his body, and he blocked them all.

He shouted loudly, his body rose more than a circle, and nine azure glass swords flew out.

Yan Zong had no choice but to move his fists, and dense red fists flew out, smashing at the blue sword dragon.

The dense red fist shadows smashed on the cyan sword dragon, and there was a metal collision sound of "ding ding", and sparks flew everywhere.

The blue-colored sword dragon let out a roar, opened its **** mouth, and shot out a flying sword with a bright blue light. It was the green lotus sword. Go to Yanzong.

Yanzong turned his hand and took out a giant red axe and slashed towards the blue Changhong.

Keng!

There was a muffled sound, sparks splashed, the red giant axe was torn apart, and the cyan long rainbow slid across Yanzong's neck, his head rolled down, and blood spurted several feet high.

A mini Nascent Soul flew out of the corpse and flew towards the sky.

The blue-colored sword dragon suddenly burst open, and countless blue-colored sword qi shot out, piercing through the mini Nascent Soul.

Since then, there is no such person as Yanzong in the world. The headless corpse fell into the sea water, dyeing a small area red.

Wang Qingshan took a deep breath, took out a storage bag, and put away Yanzong's head. He planned to use Yanzong's head to worship Wang Qingjun.

Wang Mengbin flew over from a distance, his breath was weaker than Wang Qingshan's, and he was in the middle of Nascent Soul.

The two of them joined forces, and Yanzong was not an opponent at all. The lethal power of Thunder Dao's magical powers was so great that even the barbarians in the Yuan Ying period couldn't stand it.

Wang Mengbin flew towards Yanzong's body and searched for the storage ring on his body.

With the sound of a huge bell, the monks who were fighting retreated in an orderly manner to cover each other. After this battle, more than a dozen high-level monks fell from the Tianlan Sect.

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