"Fellow Taoists from Nanxuan, Danyang is here to meet!"

On the upper reaches of the Tongtian River, a small boat floated down the river.

On the boat stood a man in a white robe, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a tall and straight figure. Although his hair was slightly white on his temples, he could not hide his heroic spirit.

I saw him swaying his feather fan slightly, tiptoeing, and floating into the field, as if he was an immortal descending to earth, without any earthly fireworks, and even more incompatible with the bloody fighting on the battlefield.

Everyone in Nanxuan feels like they are facing a formidable enemy!

He saw two escaping lights flashing across the void and blocking him in front of him.

The light dispersed, and the figures emerged, none other than Wu Ci and Liu Changshou!

"Haha, it's just the two of you? I'm afraid it's not enough?" Dan Yangsheng waved the fan with one hand and put the other hand behind his back. There was no trace of murderous intent at all, as if he was chatting and laughing with an old friend.

Wu Ci and Liu Changshou remained silent, their faces extremely serious.

At this moment, a ray of magic light flew from behind, and a man's voice was heard loudly: "Old man, I will let you die here today!"

But the supreme demon king arrived.

It turned out that when he saw that the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation" had been broken, there was no point in trying to stop the "Swallowing Demonic Cloud" anymore. Then seeing that Dan Yangsheng was so confident that he came here alone, he immediately had the idea in his mind to join forces with everyone to kill the enemy first.

The thoughts of the military commander.

The three sub-sages stood in front of Dan Yangsheng at the same time, and the pressure spread out. The monks in both armies could not resist, and they retreated thousands of miles away, leaving a large open space.

"Nine-turn Xiaoyao Kung! Ten Thousand Beasts Art! Ziwei Cave Chapter!"

Dan Yangsheng looked around the three of them and laughed loudly and said: "I heard that these are all Dharma doors that directly lead to the great road. I am lucky enough to see the three great magical arts today. I will not be disappointed."

"Hmph, I'll let you kill me now!"

The Supreme Demon Lord snorted coldly, ignored Wu Ci and Liu Changshou, and took the first action.

I saw his figure flashing, and he was already in front of Dan Yangsheng. Both palms came out, and the demonic energy condensed into palm prints and hit the opponent directly.

There is nothing fancy about this move, it is purely driven by the vast demonic energy, trying to overwhelm people with force!

"To win, don't be reckless!"

Wu Ci yelled from behind, but it was too late to stop him.

Dan Yangsheng's expression remained unchanged, he laughed, his right hand still held the feather fan motionless, and his left hand flapped slowly in the air.

The power of pure Yang was also condensed into a palm print, and the crimson glow condensed but never dispersed, colliding head-on with the demonic palm print.

Boom!

Just a loud noise was heard, and a brilliant red light burst out between the two people. The purple demonic energy was torn apart like rags, and the red light spread outwards, becoming more and more powerful, as if a scorching sun was falling from the sky.

Arrived in the human world.

"puff!"

The Supreme Demon King's eyes were extremely surprised, his face turned pale, and the next moment he realized that his throat was sweet, and he actually spit out a mouthful of blood without knowing it!

"Ziwei Cave Chapter? After all, it's just a remnant of the previous era, and its power is mediocre!"

Amidst the laughter, Dan Yangsheng stepped forward like a ghost, grabbed his right hand from the air, and five rays of red rays of light were like ropes heading towards the Supreme Demon King.

The Supreme Demon Lord misjudged the enemy's strength and went into danger alone. Therefore, he was restrained by the power of pure Yang. Just when he couldn't move, he saw the mysterious red rope coming around him, and he knew instantly that something was wrong.

At this critical moment, a white rainbow flew from behind and split into two in mid-air, then split into four, and then split again. In the blink of an eye, it was densely packed with countless white feathers, all stuck to the red rope.

A real fire suddenly ignited in mid-air, and countless feathers were burned into black smoke, but the red rope also slowed down.

Another big turtle was seen crashing into the sky, and the vast and ancient aura exploded in the air, breaking a gap with the power of pure Yang. Seeing the opportunity, the Supreme Demon Lord immediately turned around and turned into a black light.

, escape from the gap.

"What a risk, this old man's 'Pure Yang Immortality Kung Fu' is really powerful!"

Although the Supreme Demon Lord was arrogant and arrogant, he had to give in at this time. If Wu Ci and Liu Changshou hadn't come to save him, he would have suffered a big loss!

"Don't be reckless!"

Wu Ci and Liu Changshou both rushed over, and the three of them stood side by side.

"Our mission is to stop this person, otherwise all life in Nanxuan will be in ruins." Liu Changshou said in a deep voice.

The Supreme Demon Lord remained silent. After seeing the power of Dan Yangsheng, his aura had already joined forces with Wu Ci and Liu Changshou. Apparently, he no longer had the idea of ​​fighting alone.

"hehe."

Dan Yangsheng chuckled lightly, pointed his hand, and nine sharp swords hung in the air, all red and pure Yang in color, stabbing the three of them like meteors.

Wu Ci reacted very quickly, and activated the "Nine Revolutions of Freedom Skill" in his body. His spiritual power turned into a whirlpool, blocking everyone's heads layer by layer.

The sharp sword fell, and the power of Pure Yang was like a volcano erupting, shattering the whirlpool inch by inch. Six of the nine Pure Yang swords were destroyed, and the remaining three remained unabated and still stabbed the three people.

"rise!"

Liu Changshou shouted loudly and knocked his bamboo stick on the black turtle's back. Countless ancient inscriptions immediately appeared on the black turtle's tortoise shell. It rushed into the air and actually blocked Dan Yangsheng's three Pure Yang Swords with its tortoise shell.

The two of them worked together to block Dan Yangsheng's blow. The remaining Demon Lord was also busy, leaving his back to Wu Ci and Liu Changshou. He made a secret with his own hands, activated the demonic energy, and condensed a tower in mid-air.

Nine-story magic tower.

"The Heartless Tower, fall!"

With a low shout, dark clouds rolled over Dan Yangsheng's head. After a moment, the magic tower fell, with nine layers of mystery and countless changes!

The huge demonic energy enveloped the surrounding area for hundreds of miles, making Danyangsheng unable to escape, let alone using space escape techniques to escape.

But Dan Yangsheng didn't panic at all. With a wave of his feather fan, a fire phoenix flew out from behind, soared into the sky and hit the bottom of the "Jietu Tower".

boom!

A loud noise came, and the sky was filled with red light, burning the starry sky. The body of the Heartless Tower continued to rotate, and countless runes brightened and then went out. It seemed that the demonic energy had been dispersed and could no longer be condensed.

The extremely victorious Demon Lord's face was ashen, but there was no word "retreat" in his behavior. At this time, he was desperately pouring his demonic energy into the tower, and he would not take a step back even if he died.

On the other side, Wu Ci and Liu Changshou finally defused the nine Pure Yang Immortal Swords, and now they also surrounded them.

Wu Ci shot continuously with both palms, and the Confucian spiritual power surged out like a tide, turning into gold and silver, as if they were two high mountains trying to suppress Danyang Sheng below.

Liu Changshou tapped his bamboo stick lightly and shot out one spell after another with one hand. There were ancient runes on the black turtle's back, which could withstand pure Yang fire, so he rushed to the front and attacked the opponent with pure physical power.

"Very good, very good!"

Danyang was born with one against three, but he was not in any disorder. Instead, he was chatting and laughing, as if he was appraising the unique skills of each sect, with a bit of appreciation in his eyes.

He pushed the power of pure Yang to the extreme. He was surrounded by real fire, burning mountains and boiling seas. No one could stop him! Another blazing sun appeared above his head, shining thousands of miles away. Even his physical body was evaporated, and even his magical powers were evaporated.

No matter what mysterious changes there were, they all turned into blue smoke under the envelope of this pure Yang power.

"The old monster Pure Yang is immortal, how can it be broken?" Liu Changshou asked anxiously.

Wu Ci narrowed his eyes slightly: "How can he be immortal before he has become a saint? There must be flaws in him! The three of us join forces, don't be impatient, we can use all kinds of spells one by one to see where his flaws are!"

"That's all."

The three Yasheng secretly communicated and reached an agreement. They supported each other and worked steadily.

Look at Dan Yangsheng still chatting and laughing, dispelling the magic powers of the three people one by one, running fast, like lightning and wind, he is really free and at ease.

"Dad, why does the sun shine in the east?"

Somewhere on the Great Wall, a seven or eight-year-old child, wearing armor, stared at the battlefield to the east. The red glow traveled thousands of miles and shone on his face, making it blush.

"Silly boy, that's not the sun, that's Yasheng's method."

The speaker was a middle-aged general, wearing armor and holding a blue dragon mace in his hand. His cultivation had reached the late stage of Tongxuan. He had thick eyebrows and a broad face, and he looked very majestic.

Next to him stood a beautiful woman, whose charm was still there. She was also wearing armor, but her eyes were full of worry.

This is a couple of casual cultivators. The man's name is Luo Qiong and the woman's name is Dongfang Lingyu. They both cultivated to become Tongxuan Zhenjun. Before the outbreak of the Civil War, the couple lived in seclusion deep in Zhongling Mountain and had three sons.

, are all handsome and handsome people.

Both of them are also indifferent. They became enlightened by chance and do not seek immortality. They just want to live in seclusion in the mountains and enjoy the boundless happiness.

Unexpectedly, the war broke out and everyone was involved in the killing. Even the reclusive masters like Luo Qiong and his wife were not immune. They almost suffered the murderous hands of Beiming. Fortunately, an ancestor from Nanxuan passed by and

He came to rescue him, so he took refuge in Nanxuan.

At this moment, the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation" was broken, and the Bei Ming army entered the formation. All kinds of mysterious spells emerged one after another. It was really a group of demons dancing wildly, killing people like grass! The mountains and rivers were dyed red, and countless rivers of blood flowed.

Compared with the eight million miles of Tongtian River!

Fortunately, there is the Juetian Great Wall with countless restrictions on it. The people of Nanxuan have their backs on the Great Wall, so they are still capable of fighting.

The Great Wall stretches for hundreds of millions of miles, and each section must be guarded by someone. Luo Qiong and his wife are the guards of one section.

Under the Great Wall, countless poisonous people are pouring in, filling the mountains and plains, countless, like a green tide, rolling and swaying!

These poisonous people are no longer living beings. Even if their limbs are cut off and their intestines are burned to death, they will not feel any pain at all. They will still attack fiercely. And the monks who are touched by them will be immediately invaded by the poison.

Within the body, those with a low level of cultivation died suddenly on the spot, while those with a high level of cultivation were unable to continue fighting and could only retreat to the rear to recuperate.

In this way, the poisonous people became the best vanguard army to break down the restrictions of the Great Wall.

"The ways of heaven are unfair, the ways of heaven are unfair!"
To be continued...