Nangong Xiaoyan saw these gray-shirted young men with gloomy and cold aura appear from the Eighth Island, and then he was ordered to disappear among the various circles of Kunlun.

The impact of these young men in gray clothes on his mind was no less than that of the sudden disappearance of the nine palace formations of the positive and negative Sumeru. Nangong Xiaoyan is already a personal disciple of the top ten Kunlun Golden Immortals who control each department. He is already the closest to the peak of Kunlun power. Moreover, Huang Wushen trusts him very much and gives him the power to enter the ninth level of Kunlun Island in an emergency.

But even he had no idea of ​​the existence of the young man in gray who had no cultivation below him.

If it was one or two, it would be fine, but these young men in gray clothes who led Kunlun Jue away seemed to be staying in the shadow for a long time and were filled with gloomy and cold air, there were more than a dozen. Compared with Jiansi, these Kunlun disciples in gray and clothes with silver light on the surface were like crossbows hidden in Kunlun, gloomy and powerful.

But the more this happens, the more calm Nangong Xiaoyan feels... It was not until this time that he knew what kind of strength was hidden behind Kunlun, which was secretly dominating the Xuanmen in the world in the eyes of the world.

In fact, except Huang Wushen, no one knows what kind of power he has and how much hidden power he has. But this power must be beyond everyone's imagination.

But Nangong Xiaoyan had one thing that was even more unaware of. Huang Wushen did not avoid him. In this moment, Nangong Xiaoyan had seen Huang Wushen mobilized two forces that people did not know, the old man in the nine-level island-circling wooden house, and the gray-shirt disciples whose cultivation was equal to him. Although he had not seen what the old man in the wooden house looked like, nor did he feel the slightest magic fluctuation of the old man. He only knew that the man was Huang Wushen's uncle, but judging from the words of the two, the man's cultivation must be shocking, at least the ten golden immortals level. And those gray-shirt disciples must have been taught by Kunlun Supreme Classics like him, and may even have been taught by Huang Wushen.

When mobilizing these two forces, Nangong Xiaoyan was already sure that the sect he respected and believed in had long expected that Kuang Wuxin would betray him, and had already made preparations. So, since that is the case, why didn’t Kuang Wuxin capture or kill Kuang Wuxin earlier? Although he is in the ninth level of island, Nangong Xiaoyan knew very well that many Kunlun disciples were constantly bleeding and dying, and many of them were the cornerstones of Kunlun.

Nangong Xiaoyan has never doubted Huang Wushen's courage. People like Huang Wushen will never have any concerns about eliminating Kuang Wuxin. It is because of this that Nangong Xiaoyan doesn't understand why Huang Wushen wants to let Kuang Wuxin start and let so many Kunlun disciples die in vain.

"Nangong Xiaoyan."

Just as Nangong Xiaoyan looked at the gray-shirted young men appearing in front of him, the penultimate young man in gray-shirted left quickly. While thinking about it in his mind, Huang Wushen, who was standing not far away in front of him, called his name faintly, and then said calmly and with natural supreme majesty: "From now on, all the swordsmen are under your control. You should cooperate with the seventeenth to the fourth level of the island to be deployed."

Ming Shiqi was the last gray-shirt disciple standing like a shadow in front of Huang Wushen. His face was only twenty years old and he looked very pretty, which made his dark aura much less than the other gray-shirt disciples. After hearing Huang Wushen's words, the young man in gray-shirt with a strange name immediately nodded to Nangong Xiaoyan, and it did not look difficult to get close to him.

But Nangong Xiaoyan was stunned for a moment, "In charge of...Swords?"

Jiansi is one of Kunlun's most important combat powers, with a total of thousands of disciples. Before, Nangong Xiaoyan was only one of the directors of Qingsi who was responsible for conveying messages. From any perspective, Nangong Xiaoyan could not see that he had the qualifications and strength to take charge of Jiansi, even if it was just a temporary generation.

"Ming Shiqi will tell you how to do it, and his people will help you control the Jianshi. All you have to do is to execute the orders."

But Huang Wushen did not give Nangong Xiaoyan any room to shirk. After saying that, Huang Wushen just explained, "I just don't know which one of the people in Jiansi I can completely trust, so I want you to go."

"Disciple obeys the order!"

A buzzing sound in Nangong Xiaoyan's mind, and the blood in his body seemed to suddenly become hot. Although he believed in Huang Wushen and the power he controlled, Huang Wushen's words also made him feel the seriousness of the matter. In other words, although he was prepared, the power activated by Gu Wuxin this time had already posed a great threat to Huang Wushen.

...

When Nangong Xiaoyan and Ming Shiqi, who had never met before, flew out of the ninth island, various colors of light flashed in Kunlun's triple circle.

There is nothing to describe such a scene. At the same time, at least hundreds of rays of light rose from various places on the Triple Roundabout, bringing out long flames in the air at an extremely fast speed and falling into the fourth roundabout.

Spectacular and desolate.

And just as these lights suddenly fell into the fourth round of islands, a powerful and almost suffocating wave suddenly filled the radius of thousands of miles. The entire first round of islands suddenly sank heavily, just like the entire vast round of islands being smashed down by an extremely huge hammer.

On the first round of the island, all the palaces, houses, all the strange flowers, plants, and even the rocks were intact, but the entire island was sank by an invisible force that covered the entire island!

At this moment, many bright lights seemed to flash out from the first round of islands, but those bright lights instantly went out like candlelight in the wind, and the figures wrapped in them instantly turned into a blood mist.

Just after a breath, dozens of bright lights appeared in the second and third rounds of islands, showing the feeling of confusion and madness. But at this moment, the night sky where nine brilliant rays of rays had just disappeared suddenly turned red.

It started raining in Kunlun.

Under the cover of the nine palaces of the Great Sumeru Front and Nether Palace Formation, it started raining in Kunlun, which was not affected by the outside weather and never rained.

And those rains... are all red lines of fire!

The endless, spider silk-like fire line instantly enveloped Kunlun's second and third-level islands.

Almost most of the figures that rushed out of the second and third level roundabouts fell from the air when they felt something was wrong. When they fell, there was no trace of fire on their bodies, but their bodies had completely dried up, and their true energy and blood in their bodies were burned dry in an instant.

A small half of the figures blocked the red fires falling all over the sky, and swept out the red flames falling all over the sky, but golden lightning that condensed like crystals was like a javelin thrown by the God King, with amazing penetration force, accurately broke through their respective defenses and penetrated their bodies in the air. As the golden lightning passed by, bundles of yellow light appeared in the seven orifices of these figures, and then their entire bodies instantly turned into ashes in the air and scattered with bangs.

Kunlun tonight is destined to be filled with shock that many people will never see in their lifetime.

After only three or four breaths, there was no vitality in Kunlun's triple circle.

Including the red fire line that fell all over the sky, the powerful magic that was used by someone at this moment did not destroy most buildings and strange flowers and plants, but almost all the moving things turned into blood mist, or dried mummies that burned the essence and blood.

...

"The three old immortals in the eighth level roundabout." Kuang Wuxin stood at the bow of a large dark ship, looking at the fire falling in the sky and the golden lightning that accurately harvested life, and showed an intriguing smile, "If I were to be normal, I could only deal with one at most, and I could not deal with them."

"I just hope that their movements can be faster and not let our people die of vanity." On the left side of Kuang Wuxin, a man wearing a green gown and a purple gold crown, with an extremely smooth face, but he had no beard or eyebrows. He looked extremely weird and said with a sneer. His voice was indescribable and feminine, and it sounded like a cold poisonous snake drilling into your ears.

His eyes were gathered in the sky far ahead. There were more than a dozen purple figures constantly moving, and various gems and jades were placed in specific directions in the air by their hands. An invisible force slowly connected these gems and jades together, causing the gems and jades to flow with various colors to float quietly in the air, slowly forming one, two huge sutras, and one giant shaped with two trays.

Circles of strange luster and inexplicable magic fluctuations emanated from it, and the feminine man in a long green gown with no beard or eyebrows on his face, his attention was neither focused on the purple figures who were still passing through the formation quickly, nor on the unfinished strange magic circle floating in the air.

At this moment, his eyes were gathered on the gray figure standing silently on the stern of the boat. The gray figure was always wrapped in a thick gray mist, and he could not see his face clearly.

The man in the green shirt could not tell the level of his cultivation, but before a stick of incense, he saw those disciples of the Great Zizai Palace who were wearing purple shirts who were proficient in formations quietly broke the Great Sumeru nine palace formation under his command. Moreover, Wuxin seemed to have great trust in him and actually handed over most of the power to him and let him uniformly dispatch and command.
Chapter completed!