"How dare the thief steal the sacred object in my pavilion!"

The Tianqing scolded her harshly. Although her face looked like that of an old woman, her voice was as clear and clear as that of a young girl.

Pei Xihe chuckled lightly.

"The divine object in your pavilion?"

"If you call it, will it answer you?"

As she spoke, the incarnation performed the Yiyuan Jiuyin Sword Technique, and the sharp energy surged in waves, and the black dragon transformed from Jiuyin's true meaning rolled and roared in it.

Zhao Hanfeng was already at the pinnacle of Mahayana's combat power and had an invincible appearance. Although his incarnation did not fully exert his power, he was able to defeat these three Mahayana figures for a short period of time.

Tianxia is in the late stage of Mahayana, and Tiansheng Tianqing is in the middle stage of Mahayana. However, the cultivation of the latter two relies on the magical effect of the ancient Fusang tree. In terms of superb Taoism and Taoist understanding, they are lacking, and they are defeated one after another when facing the sword's intention.

The hot madness in Tian Xia's eyes faded away, and he looked somewhat sober. He pursed his lips tightly and tightened his brows.

"What is the relationship between that old man Zhao Hanfeng and you?!"

At the beginning, all the Mahayana people in Di Zhao City took action together, and even joined forces with Shura and other tribes, just wanting to kill this official.

Even though his magic power is majestic and his combat prowess is extraordinary, it is difficult for him to defeat the crowd, and he will be defeated. However, his fate is always on the line, and the pillar of heaven happens to appear in the clouds during the fierce battle, causing him to flee.

Now the appearance and sword skills of this incarnation are clearly the same!

Pei Xihe didn't reply. She was a sword cultivator, and this incarnation also used sword skills. They were in the same line as each other. You wouldn't have guessed it. Tian Xia was not a fool.

She looked at the ancient tree with a hot and crazy expression.

Pei Xihe could feel the rush of his blood, the wild cry, and the uncontrollable desire!

This should be hers!

Pei Xihe's body fell to the ground, and the three Mahayana masters all noticed her weak condition, which seemed unusual.

They laughed secretly in their hearts, realizing that this incarnation's magic power was limited and that it was rootless duckweed. Even though its combat power was astonishing, as long as it was worn down, wouldn't this female cultivator in gold be in their palms?

But then he saw Pei Xihe stretching out his right hand, using the last bit of magic power, cutting the artery, and suddenly a large amount of red blood gushes out. If you look closely, there is a dark golden light spreading inside, which is really magical.

The blood never fell to the ground and was suspended in the air.

Pei Xihe took a deep breath and let out a Qingyue cry. It didn't sound like human speech, but a cry unique to the Golden Crow. If translated into human language, it would be: "Praise my true God, see my god, the fusang sky is bright, the sun is shining brightly."

Immortal."

The faint sound is the mysterious sound.

What made the faces of the three Mahayana masters look horrified was that the Changmu they had worshiped for thousands of years without any response to the Dharma suddenly erupted into a red gold light that filled the sky!

The idea of ​​becoming an ascension and transcending this world has been forgotten. Originally, he wanted to kill the power of this incarnation and fought slowly and slowly, but at this moment, he used all his methods and his momentum was like a rainbow.

This sacred Fusang tree is the source of the Donghuang Pavilion's name, and it is also the foundation for their foothold. If there is any abnormal fluctuation in it, it will cause a Pavilion's fire practitioners to lose their past blessings.

If we lose it, let alone remain the top of the three university palaces in Dizhao City, I am afraid that Dizhao City will only be known as the two university palaces from now on!

And Pei Xihe noticed that there was another Mahayana coming here. There were actually four Mahayana in the Donghuang Pavilion, and they were really powerful. This was the foundation of Xiancha.

But she didn't care about them. The avatar could still hold on for a moment. Pei Xihe looked at the wooden branches that were emitting brilliant light. The rapid loss of blood made her face pale and haggard, but her eyes were hot, pious and crazy.

Flying blood to form a seal, chanting the mantra, Fusang and Golden Crow originally echo each other.

"Come!"

She yelled loudly.

The ancient wooden branches vibrated, trying to leap towards Pei Xihe.

Suddenly there were waves swaying on the altar, and the runes were connected in series, forming a formation to block it. However, the red gold light emitted by the branches was like fire, like a golden crow, and any formation it touched was easily broken.

How can the ancient sacred trees and the branches of the ancient fusang tree be hindered by these formations that are less than divine?

After taking the long branch, Pei Xihe's body and soul were immediately filled with an extraordinary sense of satisfaction, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Tian Xia just fought against the fierce sword move, and saw that his incarnation was dim and his magic power was about to wither, and he felt happy. But when he saw the branch of the sacred tree leaping spontaneously into Pei Xihe's hand, he suddenly froze on the spot, his eyes blank.

The same goes for Tianqing and Tiansheng. They have been supporting the gods of this pavilion for thousands of years, but they can only cultivate with the help of the hot fire energy that they unintentionally emit. In this way, their cultivation can greatly increase.

But the woman in front of him just made a seal with blood and called her with a sharp voice, but she could actually make her fall into his palm as if she had awakened her spirituality?!

Tian Sheng's face was earth-colored and he murmured.

"How could it be possible? How could it be possible?!"

The chime is fierce and the eyes are bright.

"Golden crow! The phoenix perches on the sycamore tree, the golden crow falls on the hibiscus tree!"

"This woman must have the blood of the Golden Crow clan. If we can capture her and use her blood as a guide, we will be able to truly control the power of the sacred tree!"

There was a burning greed in her eyes, and her words awakened the minds of Tian Sheng and Tian Xia, turning them from fear to ecstasy.

The whole body of the three Mahayana statues is glowing with brilliance, which is exactly the technique of burning the soul. Together, the fire pouring out of their bodies can boil the sea and burn the sky, and they attack and kill the incarnations.

As long as they capture this female cultivator with the blood of the Golden Crow, they can help Donghuang Pavilion take another step forward! I thought it was a big crisis, but I didn't expect it to be a fate!

As Pei Xihe held the hibiscus branch in his hand, he suddenly felt an infinite sense of stability.

The blood-condensed talisman was imprinted on the wooden branches, shining with beautiful colors, and a steady stream of warmth poured into her body from it, which actually stopped the deterioration of the unbreakable soul.

The sacred tree has a spirit, and thoughts are transmitted into her Niwan Palace, revealing the secrets of the Golden Crow that she never knew.

The Shenwu blood echoes with it at this moment, and a lot of vitality is born from it while flowing, nourishing the muscles, bones, flesh and blood that have been severely damaged.

But that's the end of it. Pei Xihe's three flowers were cut off, and he fell into the realm continuously. Most of the foundation of the road was broken, and the road ahead was cut off and it was difficult to continue.

The hibiscus branch in her hand can only help her stay alive and gradually recover.

But if she wanted to restore her realm and reunite the three flowers, she felt confused for a moment.

Pei Xihe raised his eyes and saw that the master's mana left in the incarnation was about to be exhausted. It looked shaky and was being attacked by three great masters at the same time. It would dissipate within ten breaths at most.

She let out a breath. Originally, if Fusangmu had not conveyed her thoughts, she would have tried to use a method to break the soul and activate the Emperor Song, but now it was different.

Pei Xihe held a long branch in his hand and drew it in the air.

"The Fusang sacred tree belongs to the Golden Crow lineage, otherwise you wouldn't be able to practice cultivation through its breath even if you have worshiped it for thousands of years."

"Now the property can be considered returned to its original owner?"

Along the branches, red gold light scattered, opening a magnificent black gold door.

"I might as well tell you that the Fusang Sacred Tree was born in Jinwu Township, and every branch of it is the key for Jinwu's descendants to return home."

"So you want to capture me and take my blood?"

"Do you dare to come with me?"
Chapter completed!