As soon as the five-colored clouds and smoke emerged from the formation, they surged in the wind and turned into several smoke pillars that reached the sky and the earth. They bypassed the blood-red light pillars and went straight to the fire clouds in the sky.

As soon as the layers of blood-red fire clouds came into contact with the five-colored clouds and smoke, they instantly melted into nothingness as if they had encountered a nemesis.

The five-colored clouds and smoke spread quickly, and after a while, all the fire clouds in the sky dissipated. The blood-red light pillar also turned into sourceless water, flickered feebly twice before disappearing completely.

The three people in charge of the Demonic Way's eyes widened in surprise, especially the Xuanhuo boy, whose face was even more frighteningly gloomy, with red light emanating from all over his body, like a wild beast that only chooses people to eat.

Thirty-six Burning Sky Flags fell from the sky, their red light dimmed, and they no longer had the majesty they had just now.

Suddenly, the face of the skinny old man from Spirit Beast Mountain suddenly changed, and he subconsciously blurted out:

"Goun Kabuto!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the Xuanhuo boy and the young man in black robes changed drastically.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, have you looked carefully? Is it really the rare treasure Wuyun Pou?" the young man in black robe asked repeatedly, his face slightly pale.

When he asked this question, the skinny old man was also a little surprised. After thinking for a moment, he said solemnly:

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I'm not sure it's this treasure. It's just a rare item that can produce five-colored clouds and collect the five elements of the world. Apart from the legendary Five Cloud Pocket, I really can't think of any other treasures.

.”

The face of the young man in black robe became extremely ugly.

If everyone from the Seven Sects really possesses this treasure, then the best outcome of today's battle is just a draw.

Even if you are not careful, you may suffer a big defeat.

This was something he could not accept under any circumstances. The defeat last time was within the plan and had no impact at all.

But this time is different. If the demonic alliance, under his leadership, cannot even defeat the seven small sects, it will directly affect his status in the Ghost Spirit Sect. It may even affect the future of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

's grand plan.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the young man in black robes glowed with blood, and he couldn't help but reveal a bloodthirsty and ferocious look.

"Okay! What do you look like now?!" Xuanhuo Boy suddenly shouted, and the purple-black flames in his eyes danced slightly, making him look extremely monstrous.

"This can never be the legendary rare treasure Wuyundou. You two, please don't get into trouble."

The young man in black robe and the skinny old man were both startled and couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the Xuanhuo boy.

At this time, his face was pale and thin, and it was obvious that he had lost part of his vitality due to driving the Burning Heaven Banner. But his eyes were clear and clear, and not even half of his usual arrogance could be seen at this moment.

The skinny old man pondered for a moment, then hesitantly asked: "Fellow Taoist Xuanhuo, what evidence is there for this?"

"Evidence?" Xuanhuo Boy snorted coldly, "You don't even think about it, ordinary monks in the pill-forming stage can barely control ordinary ancient treasures. How can a treasure of the level of Wuyundou be a pill-forming monk?

Can monks use it?"

"What's more, if it is the real Wuyun Kabuto, then the fire clouds transformed by my thirty-six Burning Sky Banners should have been taken away long ago and turned into nourishment for the treasure. How could it be like now, just dispersed?

?”

After hearing the words, the two of them thought about it and felt that what the Xuanhuo boy said was quite reasonable. They couldn't help but show a bit of joy on their faces.

Seeing this, Xuanhuo Boy's face softened a little, and he said with a smile: "Don't worry, fellow Taoists. Seeing that these seven sects are reluctant to use it until the end, the treasure that emits five-color cloud smoke is probably just an imitation with shocking side effects.

That’s all, it’s nothing to be afraid of.”

The young man in black robe and the skinny old man looked at each other and nodded with smiles.

Although I know that what Xuanhuo Boy said is mostly speculation, it does make sense. Not to mention that they are riding a tiger at this time, and it is impossible to surrender and withdraw because of a legendary treasure.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, let us see the methods of your Yuling Sect next." Xuanhuo Boy said with a smile.

The skinny old man nodded slightly and moved the corners of his mouth slightly to start transmitting sound.

At this time, in the seven-sect formation, the middle-aged man from Tianque Castle took back his leather bag with distress, turned to everyone and said:

"After this battle, it will take a hundred years for this Five Spirit Bag to be used again."

Everyone nodded in understanding, and the rich old man even smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, the opponent can use such a killing move, it must have consumed a lot of money. It is impossible to use similar magic skills in a short time."

At this moment, the giant turtle dozens of miles away suddenly roared, and streams of thick yellow mist spurted out from its high bulge back, and surged toward the seven factions' positions.

At first, everyone in the seven sects was a little confused. It wasn't until the yellow mist in the sky got closer that their expressions changed drastically, showing signs of panic.

Where is the mist? It is clearly filled with countless yellow poisonous insects!

Each of these poisonous insects is more than three feet long, and their appearance is extremely weird and terrifying, as if they are made of the upper part of a centipede and the lower part of a scorpion, with two pairs of transparent, wasp-like membrane wings growing on their backs.

The overwhelming poisonous insects came straight towards the seven factions' positions, and the countless buzzing sounds were superimposed together, making people's hearts shiver and their eardrums tremble.

"Hmph!" Minghui from Huang Maple Valley snorted coldly, raised a huge yellow gourd with one hand and threw it into the sky.

"Fellow Taoists, don't panic! Let's see how I deal with these insects!"

The gourd turned into a streak of yellow light and flew straight out of the formation.

Then everyone saw a flash of yellow light, and the yellow gourd that was originally as tall as a person suddenly enlarged countless times and turned into a huge behemoth as big as a small mountain.

Looking from the bottom up, everyone can only see a huge shadow, and golden runes appear on it.

Minghui suddenly made a move, and the huge gourd turned around like a mountain and a sea, and aimed the mouth of the gourd with a diameter of nearly a hundred feet at the overwhelming poisonous insects.

The next second, countless golden lights burst out!

Everyone was shocked and quickly looked at it.

Only then did I realize that the golden light was clearly countless golden flying knives!

Golden light and yellow mist collided violently in the air, emitting bursts of piercing strange sounds.

For a moment, these countless flying knives were in a stalemate with the overwhelming poisonous insects, and no one could do anything to anyone.

The faces of both team leaders changed.

The old man named Zhou from the Giant Sword Sect flashed a cold light in his eyes, jumped up into the sky, and at the same time slapped the sword box behind him with one hand, and thirteen rays of green light shot out.

"Fellow Daoist Minghui's magic power can't last long, let me help him!"

Thirteen rays of green light gathered behind him.

The green light dissipated, revealing thirteen green flying swords. One of the flying swords was three feet long, with a simple shape and impressive aura.

The remaining twelve flying swords are about a foot long and are all green in color, slowly rotating around the three-foot flying sword.

The old man surnamed Zhou shot out two blue auras from his eyes, and the powerful aura stirred up the skirt of his clothes, making a sound like a biting wind.

"Get into formation!"

As the old man surnamed Zhou roared loudly, several cyan spiritual threads wrapped around the thirteen flying swords and finally turned into a cyan formation with a three-foot flying sword as the center and twelve daggers as the horns.
Chapter completed!