Chapter 262 The Sword Sect should be killed!

Bicycle the Yellow Domain.

In the empty world, Li Shenzhi sat cross-legged in a weed tall man, and his breath was blended with the earth.

Deep in the earth, a colorful divine light is hazy, and pictures flash like a light curtain.

In a moment, Li Shenzhi felt that his spiritual consciousness was merged with the colorful divine light.

It's like an outsider watching the picture passing by the colorful divine light.

Many of these scenes are left behind by the former human warrior who accidentally triggered the Five-Colored Divine Land.

There are countless warriors appearing in the picture, including various pictures, such as practice, rushing, hunting, fighting, and killing monsters...

These pictures have spanned too long. From the time when the Yellow Domain was established, several tribes started to work hard.

Later, the battle blood was annihilated, and fewer and fewer pictures could be left behind.

Looking at these scenes, Li Shenzhi felt as if he had experienced all kinds of life.

Pictures flashed by, the colorful divine light became more and more magical, and the heavy and vast aura enveloped his soul.

It is like turning into a tree, taking root on the earth, taking root and sprouting, and growing bigger and bigger.

Later, Li Shenzhi truly felt that he turned into a giant tree, endless empty space in all directions, and the power of the earth was constantly integrated into his perception.

Of course, this is an illusion, and the fate it really brings to him comes from his soul.

After being promoted from the peak of the Divine Fire Realm to the Yuanshen, the crazy and rapid increase in the spiritual consciousness and the vain feeling gradually settled down.

This feeling of precipitation was very mysterious, which made Li Shenzhi feel more and more.

While he was immersed in it, a sword sounded from the five-colored divine land.

The illusory and empty space transformed by the colorful ones came from the sky with one sword and fell down.

At the same time, among the peaceful five-color, there was also a sharp sound of swords, splashing out countless sword lights.

Buzz!

In an instant, Li Shenzhi's immersion was broken by the sword light, and his connection with the Five Colored Divine Earth was cut off.

Rumble!

The soul is impacted, and its own qi and blood are bursting uncontrollably, sweeping across the wilderness.

"Qingwang Sword Sect!"

As his eyes opened and closed, murderous intent burst out in his eyes.

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The ancient country of Qiancheng.

Royal City.

In the huge city, there is a lush and lush mountain range surrounded by spiritual energy.

In the mountains, spiritual energy is like a wisp, constantly derives from the spiritual veins below.

These derived spiritual energy are locked by an invisible formation and will not dissipate into the sky, but will only exist within the formation.

A main hall in the mountain is made of jade and carved with patterns of auspicious beasts and gods, surrounded by the Linghe River.

"Senior brother, you and I have come from afar. These natives are too unfair to take my Qingwang Sword Sect seriously."

A dissatisfied voice came from the hall, without any intention of concealing it.

In the main hall, two figures sat in sequence below the main seat above.

There was a man in front of him, with a pure white martial robe and black hair that looked like ink, tied into a bun.

Just sitting there, his whole body was like a strong edge, and the void was twisted around him.

Behind the warrior were four maids with uniform martial robes, each holding an ancient sword weapon. The aura of each of them reached the peak of the soul.

Below the young man with white robe was also a swordsman, wearing a blue robe, with a boy's face, and two big sword servants behind him, each holding a sword weapon.

The one who spoke was the boy in blue robe. At this moment, his sword eyes were raised, and he was obviously very dissatisfied.

Not long after, footsteps sounded outside the hall, and the saint Yuncheng came from outside.

After entering the hall, his body was suddenly stunned by the strong sword energy.

His eyes swept across the hall and looked at the two figures sitting in the hall, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

The aura flowing from the two people in the hall actually made him feel like he was palpitations.

The white-robed warriors have a realm that is not in the late stage of the Yuanshen, while the blue-robed warriors have a lower level. It seems that they have just been promoted to the middle stage of the Yuanshen.

On the contrary, the six sword servants brought by the two of them were all at the peak of the soul.

In contrast, the sword servants at the peak of the six souls did not feel anything, but the two souls in the middle and late stages gave him a great sense of danger.

Especially the young man in the white robe at the forefront, he was really like a peerless fairy sword, and the majesty he gave him was even more terrifying.

"This person can kill me!"

In a moment of thought, the saint Yuncheng felt a chill in his heart.

"Forgive me, two masters of the Sword Sect, it is my Qiancheng Ancient Kingdom that I have neglected it."

After returning to the gods, Saint Yun Cheng became cautious and spoke directly to compliment.

"I am worthy of being a disciple from Zhenshi Sect. Being able to come to my ancient country of Qiancheng really makes my clan shine."

With a compliment, the young man in white robe had not changed his expression.

The sword cultivator, who looked like a young man in the blue robe, stretched out his cold eyebrows and eyes just now, revealing a hint of pride.

"I don't know where the Saint of Xuancheng is, why didn't I see it?"

The young man in white robe spoke faintly and looked at the Saint Yun Cheng, who turned to the peak saint, just.

"The ancestor happened to go out if he had something to do, and it would take some time before he could come back."

The saint Yuncheng spoke, and a slight anger flashed in his eyes.

The pride of the boy in blue robe floated on his face, and the warrior in white robe didn't take him seriously.

This feeling of being high and above was clearly perceived by the Saint Yuncheng.

"I wonder if the two of you came to Qiancheng by or if there was something wrong. If I needed to be the agent of the Qiancheng Ancient Kingdom, everything I could do in Qiancheng Ancient Kingdom would definitely not be postponed."

The slight anger in the eyes of the Saint Yun Cheng was captured by the white-robed warrior, but his expression did not change at all.

It is not worth it to have a fluctuation in expression for an ant.

Then, the white-robed warrior closed his eyes and directly ignored the Holy Master Yuncheng.

"Let Old Man Xuan Cheng come out." The young man in blue robe said coldly, "I can hide what happened a few years ago. I really think I can hide it from my Qingwang Sword Sect. Is Old Man Xuan Cheng hiding in a corner to heal his wounds?"

"you!"

Hearing the words of the young man in blue robe, the saint Yuncheng was shocked and angry.

It's too rampant. Even if it's a genius, the saints are people who have entered the sequence of powerful people in the heavens and must be respected no matter how hard they are.

The young man in blue robe didn't care about the anger of the saint Yuncheng and continued to say proudly: "We brothers and brothers came here after our orders."

Now that the Northern Wilderness is in turmoil, there is no more sect in the world. My Qingwang Sword Sect wants to control the Northern Wilderness. You can submit to the ancient country of Thousands of Vehicles."

"I can't make the decision about this matter, so let old man Xuancheng come out."

The young man in blue robe looked at the Saint Yun Cheng with his eyes squinted, and said lightly: "You can't."

At this time, the young man in white robe opened his eyes again and looked out of the hall.

"Old Ancestor."

Outside the hall, the saint of Xuancheng floated over. On the surface, it seemed that his injuries from several years ago had healed.

At this moment, the young man in white robe stood up from his seat. He looked down on Yun Cheng because Yun Cheng could not even catch his sword.

The Xuancheng Saint in front of him was the Six-Turn Saint, and of course the young man in white robe still had a sense of pride.

The Six-Turn Saint is believed to be able to defeat him in a hundred years, and even be killed under the sword.

"Qingwang Sword Sect, Ye Taiyi."

"Please sit for two."

The Saint Xuancheng looked at the two sword cultivators, and then his eyes fell on the Saint Yuncheng.

"Old Ancestor."

The Saint Xuancheng nodded and fell back on the young man in white robe.

"I just came out of seclusion, and I understand the meaning of the Qingwang Sword Sect."

"Cheng Huangdi lives in a remote place in the northern desert. Qingwang Jianshe Sect is a major sect in the world. There are many powerful people under my command. Qiancheng is a remote small country, and I am afraid I can't get to the top."

Hearing the sound, the boy in blue robe changed his expression and wanted to speak. Ye Taiyi took a look and forced the words in his mouth.
To be continued...