One of the three people had horns on their heads, and the Taoist patterns on the horns were made up, so it was very reasonable to give birth to them.

It was the horns of a young real dragon, which was acquired, refined and fused with his skull. The dragon pattern extended from the horns and was written into his bones, changing his roots and bones. The blood of the true dragon of creation in the bones. Standing on the cloud boat, he had a strong aura, his eyes were like dragons, with extremely terrible deterrence. It was dragon power. Don’t tell me the ordinary Golden Pill stage in front of him, even his soul would be frozen in his sight.

He is the Daozi of the Xuankong Sect, whose name is Xuancheng, and he is one of the top geniuses in the Central Region.

In the century-old battle, one person overwhelmed a domain and personally suppressed the powerful celestial immortal level. The three punches led to the nine-colored golden elixir to break through the celestial immortal stage and shocked the wound, explaining to the world an iron-like fact that the ten-colored golden elixir is a qualitative change, a leap, and a detachment of the realm.

The other is a woman in black. She is extremely beautiful, her eyes are like peaches, her pupils are like stars in the night sky, as if she can absorb everything. She has a tall figure and a very strange Taoist pattern on her body, with indescribable depth. She changes constantly every second, with a scent of madness. However, she does not look ugly, but is full of charm, making people sink into it and wake up shortly.

The most terrifying thing is that there was a doll sitting on her shoulder, not the kind of doll with flesh and blood, but a doll.

It was laughing, its body was covered with patches, its mouth was connected by thread, with an unparalleled weirdness and evil spirit.

It is a ghost, and it is very terrifying. Unlike its beasts and insects, it is difficult for objects to become sperm. Often, once they transform, their changes are unpredictable and difficult to understand. They undergo drastic changes due to the invasion of time and possess extremely powerful power.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of ghost will be crazy, attacking everything around you and killing all living beings that can move.

At this moment, it was quietly staying on the woman's shoulders, staring at this and that one.

Can it be killed? Can it be killed?

The doll kept screaming, asking again and again.

Zhao Zixuan, Daozi of Taiming Palace, was the first person in the Golden Pill Stage. One of them was besieged by thousands of Golden Pill Stages. As a result, in a big battle, more than half of them became her puppets, directly shattering the remaining Golden Pill Stage Dao Heart.

The last person is a bit unique, and is the typical Mo Xuanzong style.

Most of his body is not flesh and blood, but a wooden armor mechanism. This sect does not cultivate physical body or magic, but practices the art of puppets in mechanisms.

But don't underestimate it.

The wooden armor they used was Jianmu, the most powerful sacred tree in the prehistoric world. It is said that the bridge that can communicate with heaven, earth, man and god is terrible. Even the Xuanxian is difficult to leave traces and has the best defense in the world.

His name is Mo Chen, and he is the Daozi of Mo Xuanzong. He has almost no flesh and blood. The core of the soul is a piece of Wannian Jianmu the size of a palm. He was once chased by Xuanxian of the Hang Hung Sect and killed Wanli. He insisted on using Jianmu's supreme defense and survived.

Needless to say, the record is extremely terrifying. By now, few people will be his opponent because they cannot be killed at all.

As disciples of Mo Xuan Sect, what they are best at is the war of attrition, and their bodies can change freely and form trapping formations.

Although he killed the enemy a little slowly, being targeted by people from this sect would be a despair.

Why do people from the three sects of the Central Region come over? And are they their own Taoist sects?

Wujieshan and others couldn't help but shrink their pupils, and their faces kept changing.

They have no reason to attract each other, and there is only one possibility, to come for the fairy mountain.

There is a legend here that is the Taoist temple of the ancestor of the Earth Immortals, of course it is just a legend. After all, there is not many magical things inside. It is just a Taoist inheritance. For the people in the lower realm, the attraction is naturally huge, but the central realm will not be.

In the middle realm, there are too many top Taoist temples, and there are legendary Taoist temples. There are two places in the middle and south realm alone.

Fangcun Fairyland and Mount Li Taoist temple.

Needless to say, it has to do with the saint.

As for the Lishan Taoist temple, it is rumored to be the ancient Daren Lishan Laomu's Taoist temple, and the inheritance there is very extraordinary. It is not only the inheritance of the Lishan Laomu, but also the other top-level inheritance, with a total of four kinds, which is very terrifying.

"Sure enough, the news is correct. This fairy mountain is indeed a corner of Wuzhuang Temple in the ancient temple."

As the cloud boat slowly fell, Xuan Cheng jumped up, ignored the people from the Five Elements Mountain and other sects below, stood directly in front of the Immortal Mountain and spoke slowly.

Zhao Zixuan took a breath and was also shocked, "I didn't expect that there was such a treasure land in the lower realm of the Central and Southern Territory. Unfortunately, I have been mastered by the small sect for thousands of years. I have no idea of ​​the preciousness of this place. I thought it was just a trace of Taoism and inherited magic."

"What are you talking nonsense? I've cleared the market!"

Mo Chen was very direct, waved his hand and said directly: "No one in the fairy mountain will be left!"

The moment the words fell, several people flew down from the cloud boat of Mo Xuanzong, led the team of nine-colored golden elixirs, followed by eight-colored golden elixirs, and five people rushed straight to the Immortal Mountain.

Almost at the same time, the people from the Hanging Sect and Taiming Palace also moved.

In the same team, a total of fifteen people marched directly towards Xianshan.

"Sir!"

Not far away, when I heard Mo Chen sending someone to clear the scene, Wujieshan and others turned pale on the spot, and they hurriedly spoke loudly.

"Hmm?" Xuan Cheng and the other two flashed their eyes, and they glanced at Lie Huan and others below for the first time.

"Sir, Wujieshan is willing to submit all the information about this place for thousands of years. I hope that he can show mercy and stay away from his disciples!" The immortal of Wujieshan knelt down directly. Facing the Central Region, there was no such thing as resistance. It was crushing. Not to mention disciples, they could not even beg for mercy.

The other two factions were also very direct and knelt down without hesitation, expressing their willingness to hand over everything they collected, hoping to let go of their disciples.

"Oh~!"

Xuan Cheng smiled, which was very sensible. Since they were eyeing this place, they all meant that there was treasure here, which was very important.

"What do you say?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Although I don't think there is anything important, this sect is also under our command. The next hundred-year battle is about to begin." Zhao Zixuan said lightly.

When Mo Chen heard this, he paused for a moment, and the information was secondary. Since they were here, the treasures here were destined to belong to them. However, in the next hundred-year war, we still have to consider it.

Although he looked down on it, the genius in the lower domain was not even as good as a pig or a dog in his eyes, but the Centennial War was the main body of the Centennial War. Although the Five Fires and Six Fire Golden Pills were not even qualified to be a slave in the Central Domain, they were undoubtedly the main force of the Centennial War.

"Okay!"

Xuan Cheng nodded and said, "Send your information here and give you thirty breaths. Let your disciples come out. Remember, there are only thirty breaths."

"Yes, thank you for your mercy!"

Wujieshan and others were ecstatic and immediately sent someone to retrieve the information and immediately took out the messaging talisman and notified them.

"All the disciples in the Immortal Mountain immediately put down everything in their hands and came out of it. Immediately, anyone who hesitates will be expelled from the sect!!!"

There are only thirty breaths, and obviously there is no time to explain, but there is no need to explain.

Soon, there was movement in the fairy mountain.

After all, the last sentence was very powerful, and disciples ran out quickly.

I was full of doubts. When I saw three huge cloud boats and the Xuan Cheng and the other three who could make me tremble with just aura, no one dared to say anything. I immediately lowered my head and lost my previous arrogant capital and was extremely obedient.

Time passes quickly.

Thirty breaths, and it will arrive in a short while.

"What's going on? Where is Wang Tong?"

"Where is Sun Bin? Where is Sun Bin?"

"Where is Zhong Cheng? Why didn't Zhong Cheng come out?"

Wujieshan and others, who had already breathed a sigh of relief, quickly changed their faces. There were disciples but they didn't come out, and there were many.

Especially those who are called to the name are undoubtedly all geniuses of the three sects, and they are all the existences of the Jindan and the Six Fires.

Damn, what the hell are these three guys?

Do you think you are a genius and think you have privileges???

"Great Elder!"

At this moment, the last disciple who ran out, his face was full of panic and his face turned pale.

"You, I remember you, you are your Sun Bin's junior brother. Where is your senior brother? Where is the person? Why didn't you come out!"

"Senior brother, he is dead!!!"

"What???"

The faces of the people in Wujie Mountain suddenly changed drastically.

"It's not just senior brothers, senior brothers Wang and senior brothers Zhong, they are all dead!!!"

"What did you say?" Wushan Temple, the celestial immortals in Wudao Temple couldn't help but change their faces, especially Wushan Temple. Lieba died. Only the genius of their sect were left. Now Wang Tong is dead. Wushan Temple has also died. The efforts of the past few hundred years have been completely gone.

"What's going on??" The immortal couldn't help but go crazy. Even though the genius from the Central Region was above his head, he still couldn't help but shout out loud and furious.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

The fairy mountain itself is not very dangerous. When the disciples fight, the ordinary three and four fire golden elixirs may still die, and the five fires, or even above, can escape even if they cannot be defeated.

How could he die?

And, all the three sects died? This is wrong, there is a problem.

"It's an outsider, with blood from outside!!!"

The disciple looked frightened and couldn't help but shout, "It's so terrible, so terrible!"

"Senior Brother Zhong was smashed by his punch."

"Senior Brother Sun, the Five Elements Technique was wiped out by his palm, and a black and white aura erupted from his body, instantly crushing the senior brother to ashes."

"There is also Senior Brother Wang, who ran away immediately when he found something wrong. As a result, the man stood there, with an eye, as if endless sword light exploded. After several miles, Senior Brother Wang's sword and two pieces of Wushan Taoism were all broken."

Speaking of this, the disciple was stunned suddenly. The next second, his pupils dimmed, his vitality began to disappear, and his soul scattered and turned into light.

"No..., I, I'm very far away, very far away..., he didn't kill me, didn't kill..."

With a thud, the disciple fell to the ground and lost his breath.

In an instant, Wujieshan and others' pupils couldn't help but sniffle and couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.
To be continued...