After the discussion, Fang Xianjun retreated his defense in the eyes of the elder of the Yu family's choice, and the five inner sect immortals all rushed forward, with a strong momentum, immediately forcing the rest of the people surrounding the left to retreat.
The situation has become so, Dongfang Tuo feels that it is hopeless to get the treasure, and thinks that if he refuses to do his best, it is beyond his power.
He simply put aside his desire to take the treasure, and only guarded Xu Yi who was still in a coma. If it wasn't for the criticism from his fellow disciples, he really wanted to lead everyone to leave immediately.
In a blink of an eye, another half a cup of tea time passed.
Outside the cave, except for the five great inner sect immortals, Fang Xianjun, and the two elders of the Yu family, the rest of the people all avoided the white qi under the repeated probing attacks of the eight great masters. .
I don't know if the attack played a role, or the white gas was released to the end, gradually, the faint white gas finally became thinner, and finally disappeared.
The white air is scattered, and the strong strange fragrance gushes out from the cave, and the strange fragrance just touches the skin, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.
The strange fragrance came out, and the eight strong men shot straight into the cave.
Seeing that the first Elder Yu was about to break into the cave, a cold light flashed suddenly, and a murderous intent rushed towards his face.
The eight powerhouses were all shaken, and the death stopped, and then a song was heard.
"I have a sword, which has been captured by the dust for a long time, and once the dust is gone, the light is born, and it is slaughtered all over the sky and the earth.
"
The singing voice is clear and clear, not loud, but there is a tendency to soar into the sky.
After the singing finished, a man in blue shirt appeared in front of him. He was in his early thirties, with black hair shawl, shoulders if shaved, nine feet in length, ordinary face, except for a pair of eyes, like lacquer beams, brilliant.
As soon as that man appeared on the stage, the expressions of the six inner sect immortals all changed drastically, and they stared at the man in Tsing Yi, with expressions of jealousy palpable.
The man in Tsing Yi didn't even look at the crowd, he went straight to the cave, with a big wave of his hand, all the seven purple light treasures were collected by him in the Sumeru Ring.
The spiritual sense locked on the jade corpse again, and wanted to take it away, but found that there was no way to establish contact with the jade corpse in the space in the Sumeru Ring.
The man in Tsing Yi walked up to the jade corpse, gently rubbed the top of the jade corpse, and said in a low voice: "Jade muscles and bones! Under such a violent aura, not only does it not rot, but it has such a good fortune. I really don't know what kind of cultivation you practiced before you were alive Divine skills."
After saying that, the divine sense was released, and the jade corpse was lifted up out of thin air, turned around and left.
Finally, the eight powerhouses who had been quiet all the time, all moved together and surrounded the man in Tsing Yi.
The man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly and said, "Is it connected?"
A look of shame flashed across everyone's faces, just now, the man in Tsing Yi started to take the treasure, no one dared to make a move, except that he was in a hurry to order the man in Tsing Yi, everyone was indeed communicating with each other.
Yin Jun Song Tianfang said in a cold voice: "Wang Yao, you are too arrogant and treat me like nothing. You took the treasure of purple light, but I didn't intervene. I just gave you face, but I didn't expect you to be like this." Arrogant, wanting to take away all the treasures in the cave in one fell swoop, do you have the slightest bit of us in your eyes?"
As soon as the word "Wang Yao" came out, the crowd who stopped a few miles away and watched, let out a huge exclamation.
In the camp of Donghua Xianmen, the middle-aged man with the sword on his back exclaimed in surprise, "Wang Yao, this person is the legendary Dust Sword Wang Yao?"
Song Qiuhu sneered, "If it's not him, who else could it be? Who can dominate the scene with the same identity as an inner sect immortal, making the eight great powerhouses so fearful!"
Dongfang Tuo sighed, "This is the amazing and brilliant genius. It is rumored that his Dust Sword has been smelted with the intent to kill, complete with the five elements, and has become a perfect embryo of a god. Just wait for Wang Yao to break through the fifth turn of the true essence, and immediately Then you can cast the treasure of the gods. What a legend!"
All the onlookers were shocked by the identity of the man in Tsing Yi, but Wang Yao did not have the slightest fluctuation in the change of the scene, but he smiled and said, "Brother Song's words are too much, how can I take all the treasures away?" , Didn’t the gold box be left to you? In case one of you is not good, you will cry to those old men again, Wang can’t bear it.”
Only then did everyone come to their senses, why the surnamed Wang left the golden box alone and refused to take it, it was to block people's tongues, this fellow had to take into account the opinions of the immortal sect after all.
Emboldened with courage, the red-eyed Taoist said coldly, "Now that things have come to an end, I advise Brother Wang not to engage in verbal disputes. What's going on here, I ask Brother Wang to draw the Tao."
The smile on Wang Yao's face became bigger and bigger, "What kind of Taoism do you draw? I really blush for you. You want to fight but don't dare to fight, and you don't dare to fight but you still want to share the benefits. It's a pity that life is like this. What kind of fairy are you asking for? What kind of way are you asking for?" , I am really ashamed to be with you."
"It's useless to talk too much, let's see the real chapter in your hand!"
After saying that, Fairy Tsing Yi rushed towards Wang Yao.
Wang Yao laughed loudly, "A group of men, in terms of arrogance, are not as good as a woman, what a shame."
While laughing, he calmly avoided Fairy Tsing Yi's fierce attack.
As Fairy Tsing Yi took the lead, everyone stopped talking and wanted to turn the situation around, and launched an attack on Wang Yao at the same time.
As soon as Yao, the king of the Eighth Point Yuan War, started the fight, the rest of the monks swarmed away and flew away in a swarm, fearing that the violent impact would affect themselves.
The eight powerhouses fight with all their strength, each move is not weaker than the power of a spell, three or four miles in length and five hundred feet up and down, eight powerhouses surround Wang Yao in the center, with abundant spiritual power of the five elements , The terrible power gathered, every time the spiritual power is intertwined, it will collapse a large black hole.
The terrifying adsorption force of the black hole, as long as it is slightly touched, life and death will surely disappear.
In just a few breaths, the eight powerhouses had each launched dozens of blows. The strange thing was that Wang Yao would fight back with his green clothes fluttering around in the various spiritual power fields, but he always managed to strike out by coincidence. It also cleverly avoided the attacking storm, but not a single strand was injured.
"You don't need to keep your hands. If Wang dies in battle, Wang deserves it. The Imperial Martial Palace will never make any excuses. If you don't do your best, this fight will be really meaningless."
In the stormy field where the mountains were overwhelming and black holes appeared frequently, Wang Yao was able to speak easily.
This scene alone made countless onlookers completely heartbroken.
Even Xu Yi, who had been fighting against the strange white qi all along, couldn't help but pay attention to this world-shattering battle, secretly marveling at Wang Yao's methods.
He thought to himself, even if he had practiced the Xuan Ting Tempering Body Jue, he would never be able to easily handle such a violent spiritual storm attack like Wang Yao.
Of course, Xu Yi had enough energy to pay attention to the changes on the battlefield, so it was naturally inseparable from his own situation.
Just as Wang Yao was rubbing the top of the jade corpse, the weird white energy suddenly lost control and began to scatter, eroding inch by inch, hurting the body.
But this kind of erosion and injury, in Xu Yi's opinion, is much better than the orderly tossing of tendons before.
The price of getting used to this kind of erosion is the dissipation of the white qi, and the previous kind of tidying up the tendons, the white qi has no sign of stopping at all.