The aura in Zhang Huanjin's hands condensed again.

Behind him, it seemed to reflect the honor of the immortal, and the boundless and majestic fairy light fell.

It illuminates the entire sky, and the brightness of that light even surpasses the glow of Zixia Holy Land.

"The sword inherits the heavenly way."

Another sword fell, it was not just a sword, it seemed to have turned into an inconvenient way of heaven.

Yijian has the power of the sky.

Carrying the whole way of heaven, when the rays of sunlight fell, the face of the Great Sage Mingjing changed drastically.

His heart beats wildly, this is the feeling of death coming, and his mirror is warning.

At this moment, the Great Sage Mingjing had no time to think of anything else, so he put away Mingjing, his figure jumped in the deep void, trying to avoid the blow.

"Retreat," the demon refining saint beside him also looked terrified, and hurriedly hid away.

When the sword fell completely, the whole world was silent.

This pit was affected, and the whole land seemed to be ploughed aside by the sword intent. The explosion sounded endlessly, and there were countless pits of different sizes.

However, the altar that braved the colorful glow was unmoved, as if the attack just now was invincible.

Even Zhang Huanjin glanced at the altar with profound knowledge.

"It's worthy of being an innate treasure, this time I will definitely bring it back to the holy court."

"Curious," Great Sage Ming Jing tremblingly held Ming Jing in his right hand.

He has a keen perception and can feel more strongly about attacks.

"This is the power of the holy king, holy one in the world, I am the king.

It's really a desirable state. "

"Can you hold on, it's really impossible. Let's go together," said the demon saint.

Great Sage Mingjing did not refuse, but nodded.

Facing the Saint King, let alone defeating the opponent, he was extremely difficult even if he held back a little time.

"Friend Haoyue, and Fellow Xu, leave this saint king to us.

If there is any existence in the immortal ship, I beg you," said the demon-refining saint looking back at the two Xu Zimo.

There must be more than one holy king when the immortal ship arrives.

It's just that the other party hasn't shown up now, and he hasn't put a few people in his eyes.

"Okay," Fairy Haoyue nodded.

The power of a sword has entered Qingtian.

The plow overturned the earth, shattered the void, and carried heaven.

The dust was filling, but Zhang Huanjin didn't care, but continued to look at the altar.

Leng snorted: "The dead still want to be resurrected, and today I will let you die again."

As soon as he stretched out his right hand, his long sword waved in the void.

"Hugh succeeded," the demon saint shouted loudly.

He and the Great Sage Mingjing left and right, surrounded Zhang Huanjin in the middle.

"It's useless to have a large number of people," Zhang Huanjin said lightly.

"I haven't tried it, how can I know it's useless," the demon-refining saint laughed.

He looked at the Great Sage, and said, "You force him to exile, and I will buy you time."

The main reason why the Great Sage of the Mirror failed to exile was because the opponent was too powerful.

Don't give him a chance to exile at all.

If you can succeed in exile, I'm afraid you will buy a lot of time.

"Okay," Great Sage Mingjing nodded.

Behind him, the vast mirror condenses again, and the force of exile condenses the void, shining behind Zhang Huanjin.

At this moment, the Great Sage of Der Spiegel did not dare to underestimate the slightest.

I saw blood on his lips and opened his mouth slightly, a drop of bright red blood flew out of his mouth.

Although there is only a drop of blood, when the blood comes out, the power of the law is permeated, and it seems that the sky has changed.

"Great Sage True Blood," Zhang Huanjin narrowed his eyes and said.

Great Sage True Blood, this is not ordinary blood.

Every drop of true blood has to be refined for thousands of years, and it is said that when the saint king enters the Dao fruit powerhouse, the blood of the whole body must be refined into true blood.

There is only a glimmer of opportunity, the rule will turn to the rule.

The difficulties can be imagined.

For the Great Sage, a drop of true blood is no different from the flesh of the heart.

At this moment, the Great Sage of the Mirror used a drop of real blood to sink into his own mirror.

"Really willing," Xu Zimo smiled.

"I don't know how much benefit this sage Zixia has given to make Great Sage Mingjing so desperate."

After the true blood was submerged, Ming Spiegel's power was at least 20% stronger.

The void was condensed even more powerfully, even Zhang Huanjin's sword intent seemed to be imprisoned.

"Since you are begging for death, then I will fulfill you," Zhang Huanjin snorted coldly.

"A sword of destruction."

Around him, the meaning of destruction began to spread, and a gray-brown aura invaded the sky.

These auras carry the feeling of death and destruction, as if even the sky is about to be destroyed.

The face of Great Sage Ming Jing changed.

"You continue, I will carry it," said the demon refining saint.

The Great Sage Mingjing nodded, and the power of exile in his body became stronger and stronger.

And at this moment, the sky is full of destruction sword intent.

These sword intents were in the depths of the sky, and dark clouds began to gather in the sky.

The black and oppressive clouds are filled with depression and destruction, and the sword intent of destruction shuttles in the depths of the clouds, as if long dragons are floating.

Immediately, Zhang Huanjin folded his arms and looked solemn.

Above his head, those endless sword intents of destruction condensed together to form a sword intent that reached the sky.

The sword went straight into the sky, stirring the black clouds.

"Kill," Zhang Huanjin yelled softly.

The huge destruction sword descended from the sky and pierced the void. Even if it hadn't touched everyone, there was already a creepy illusion that the body was divided by countless sword intents.

"Stop him," Grand Sage Ming Jing shouted.

The power of exile has reached a critical moment, and giving up at this time is tantamount to abandoning all previous efforts.

"It looks like the old man, I should loosen up this bone," the demon saint laughed.

Although he was smiling, the dignity in his eyes could not cover up.

"Bao Hulu, it's up to you."

The demon-cultivating saint took the green gourd from his waist, patted it immediately, and threw the gourd directly into the sky.

The gourd swayed slowly at first, and then a powerful attraction struck from the sky.

Want to swallow that destruction sword intent into it.

"Refining a demon gourd, a mature one in ten thousand years, a two gourd, both yin and yang are congenital."

Zhang Huanjin directly explained the origin of this demon refining pot, and said in a cold voice: "If you are extremely yin and yang double gourd, you are still big.

Just a sun gourd, not enough to see. "

"Isn't it enough to see, I'll know after trying," being underestimated, the demon saint's face is also not good-looking.

Leng snorted: "Your Saint Court family has a lot of work, and we casual cultivators can't match it naturally."

"It would be better to join our holy court. We have never treated our own people badly," Zhang Huanjin said.

"That's not necessary, I'm accustomed to you," the demon saint shook his head and refused.

On the sky, the falling destruction sword and the holy court's demon refining pot had collided with each other.