The world of self-cultivation has been ruined by me

In southern Xinjiang, Qian Lingzong is endlessly high.

The peak collision continues.

At this time, the source of water was dim, relying on the power of the huge bamboo flute to barely guard the last hundred-foot space.

Compared with their huge bodies, this little space is almost negligible.

But this little space is also the most terrifying place. Although it is still oppressed, it shrinks extremely slowly.

The giant knives and giant swords are still shining brightly, and the terrifying power is like a never-ending invasion like a tide.

Suddenly, the giant knife and giant sword moved slightly, and two figures emerged from it.

"The descendant of the taboo appeared in Caesar, but he didn't choose to hide, and wanted to confront him head-on..."

Jun Yijue's figure emerged from the huge bamboo flute, frowning slightly, looking at him.

He had a bad premonition. Just now, there was clearly a wave of fluctuation, as if someone was sending some message.

But the source of the fluctuation is the direction of the endless sea.

Jun Yijue turned his head to look at the endless sea. The other party was able to deliver the message, so it was obvious that he had the upper hand.

However, now I can barely support myself, but I can't support it anymore.

"Ok?"

Jun Yijue suddenly saw that the giant knife on the opposite side collapsed, and a figure shot out from the light and shot into the distance.

When the giant knife left, its power was instantly reduced, and the light of the huge bamboo flute bounced back all of a sudden.

In just an instant, it became a situation of protesting against the giant sword chamber.

The crisis was resolved, but Jun Yijue didn't care, instead he frowned and looked at the direction in which Judao left.

Seeing that I will not be able to hold on, why does the other party give up?
Even if he can't kill himself, Southern Border is definitely over, why not such a victory?

Unless there is something more important than occupying southern Xinjiang...

Almost instantly, Jun Yijue realized that their goal was the heir of the taboo.

With his ability, it is very easy to reverse the entire war, and if it continues to grow, no one can cure it.

His importance cannot be overstated!

"Sage Di, don't think about it, let's not talk about whether you can get rid of me, even if I don't stop you, do you dare to leave?"

Jujian seemed to know that the one in the bamboo flute had guessed their intentions, but he didn't care. This person was born in southern Xinjiang, and he had been in the Lingzong all his life, so he had a deep relationship.

Will he give up the sect that gave birth to him and raise him for the sake of the taboo, will he give up the countless monks in southern Xinjiang?
The giant sword is not worried at all, he also has a little guess about the inheritance of the saint.

Since he is called a saint, can he watch the people in southern Xinjiang suffer for his own selfishness?
Jun Yijue was silent, and his figure disappeared again, only the light of the huge bamboo flute became more and more brilliant.

"Ha ha……"

Jujian looked at the bamboo flute that was fighting back forcefully, smiled, and his figure gradually disappeared.

Only the giant sword was left shining brightly.

.........

Caesar, Human Demon Sect.

The endless mist rolled, blood, black, and blue intertwined and quickly gathered.

Several Huashen of the Three Demon Sect sensed the movement immediately, and quickly came over to check.

"What is he doing..."

As soon as the Heavenly Demon Sect Master said the words, he immediately reacted and turned to look at the Deity Transformation of the Desire Demon Sect.

Coincidentally, she also looked over at this time, and the two clearly wanted to go together.

What is the first thing you do when you experience grief?
"He wants revenge!" The Heavenly Demon Sect Master said the answer, and then frowned: "Those people are in Beiyuan, how did he get there?"

There are only so many cross-domain teleportation arrays in total, and they are all destroyed. If you want to rebuild, it will not be done in a short while.

There is no cross-domain teleportation array. If you want to cross domains, you must cross the endless sea.

But in the current form, who can pass through the catastrophe?

Although the heir of the taboo is terrifying, the power he displayed can barely be regarded as a transformation of a god.

"have a look……"

During their conversation, the three-color mist has shrunk by nearly half, and it is still shrinking at an increasingly terrifying speed.

Looking at it like this, it only takes a moment for it to completely dissipate.

.........

Dongtu, the Jiang family, a desolate ancient family.

The six great god sects and the holy sect gathered together and completely surrounded the entire Jiang family, but they did not continue to attack.

Because in the sky above the Jiang family, the Haotian Sword and the Void Mirror are two immortal weapons, one for attack and one for defense, posing a huge threat to them.

Coupled with the background of the Jiang family's endless years, it just can't stick to it, it's unbreakable.

But the powerhouses of the six major sects are not in a hurry, on the contrary, they are so anxious that they should face each other.

In fact, the same is true. In Jiang's family, the faces of the top powerhouses are gloomy, but with deep helplessness.

The protection of the two great celestial artifacts, coupled with the background of the Jiang family, it stands to reason that it is as solid as gold, and no one can break it.

But that weird gray mist infiltrated in somehow, although it was also restricted, even so, it still caused them a lot of headaches.

Under the shroud of fairy artifacts, the gray mist is still extremely strange, and from time to time, some clansmen will be eroded and become the source.

Faced with this situation, they have no better way, they can only see an outbreak and move out immediately.

It was okay at first, most of them were Jindan disciples, and a small number of Nascent Souls were eroded. For disciples of this level, it doesn't hurt to give up.

At most, it's a little tiring, but I'm not afraid. They have many top experts, and they take turns to monitor them.

But as time goes by, the realm of the eroded disciples is getting higher and higher, Yuanying middle stage, Yuanying late stage, Yuanying peak, Yuanying consummation...

And its number is also increasing, almost breaking out all the time.

"Just now a half-step transformation god was eroded..."

Above the Jiang family, the head of the Jiang family was silent for a while, and then said: "I feel that gray fog can already threaten Huashen. If this continues, it won't take long, and I'm afraid we won't be able to cure it."

All the surrounding gods were silent, even the violent Nether Lord fell silent.

If it is anything else, they are not afraid, the worst is to fight to the death.

But this weird gray mist has no roots and no source, and it can't be touched, so how to fight?
Only passively beaten.

"Wait a little longer, it really doesn't work, I can only invite the ancestor to come back..."

Seeing that no one spoke, Jiang Patriarch sighed.

Unless it was a last resort, he really didn't want to ask the ancestor for help. After all, the old man was also fighting. If it affected him, it would be a serious crime.

"It's really not possible, some of us old guys go out and try our best to kill the heir of the taboo..." The Nether Lord said violently.

"No!" Patriarch Jiang flatly refused: "If we want to kill the heir of the taboo, we must go all out, and we can no longer shelter the disciples. If the disciples are all wiped out, what's the point?"

"If the speed is fast enough, we can still save some disciples, and even if it doesn't work, it will cause them heavy losses." The eyes of the Nether Lord flashed cruelty: "We are not in a good mood, and they don't want to be comfortable either!"

"talk later……"

Patriarch Jiang still shook his head, and was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed.

"The gray fog seems to be decreasing..."

Below, the source of the gray mist eruption is significantly reduced, and it seems that the other party is receding.

Just for a moment, as the last few sources were thrown out, the gray fog completely disappeared.

After waiting for a long time, the gray mist never erupted again, and many avatars looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Have?"

Obviously, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if the boulder that had been pressing on their chest was gone.

Outside the Jiang family, the ancestors of the six clans were all looking in one direction.

There, the sky was filled with gray fog, but now it disappeared strangely, leaving only figures in place, like walking corpses.

"Did something happen to him?"

Gray Fog's departure was obviously related to the heirs of the taboo, so they couldn't help but worry about it.

Numerous avatars looked at each other speechlessly, only sighed.

They can't help...