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Wang Yuan's figure was floating, and he floated into a large hall. A monk in light blue clothes was sitting on the stage and was giving a lecture, and there were many monks sitting below.

Wang Yuan went to the stage to listen. The monk was talking about a spell called "Sou Shen", which was said to come from a book called "Gang Sha".

Wang Yuan listened very seriously, keeping everything in mind.

Suddenly, the picture in front of Wang Yuan was in a trance. When Wang Yuan opened his eyes to look again, it was still where he was standing just now, but now the mountain where the Fengshen Pagoda is located was full of battles. At the bottom, those white-clothed men The Foundation Establishment disciples are fighting with a large number of foreign Foundation Establishment monks, but how many foreign Foundation Establishment monks are there?It is impossible to count, the team stretches into the distance, there may be tens of thousands of people.

And the golden core monks in green clothes on the mountainside are also fighting with the golden core monks who are several times as good as themselves.

In the air are those Nascent Soul monks. Their spells are powerful, but they may not fall down because they are worried about their own monks below.

Each spirit burst has a radius of hundreds of meters, and an ice arrow is a hundred meters long. Compared with the fighting skills of these people, the monks below are simply playing around.

But soon, Wang Yuan's gaze was attracted by the faintly flickering light in the high sky, and Wang Yuan flew up, where it was tens of thousands of meters above the ground, and the golden pagoda below was almost like a small golden dot.

There are also two groups of people confronting each other here. On the one hand, it can be seen that they are members of the church. They are all wearing purple clothes, and there are ten people. The monks on the opposite side wear everything, and there are as many as fourteen of them.

"It seems that it is useless to say anything, let's see life and death. There will be no monks who are afraid of death in every church. At worst, we will die together." An old man with white beard stood in the air with a firm tone, but the purple clothes on his body were in the wind. Where it is sharp, it does not move at all.He waved his hand, and the other nine people stood in front of him. The ten people vaguely formed some kind of formation, among them were the four people Wang Yuan saw yesterday.Each of these people has a magic weapon of a different style in their hands.

Flying in front of Huatian was a tripod, and in front of Wanxia was a bronze lamp.Wang Yuan seemed to be very familiar with these two things, but he couldn't remember them.

In fact, he couldn't even remember who he was at the moment.

The ten people were muttering words, and the next moment all the magic weapons in their hands flew into the air, a transparent barrier instantly enveloped the ten of them, and then a huge black cone-shaped storm was forming, and the tip of the cone was facing The 14 people on the opposite side, the strange thing is that the people on the opposite side didn't respond all the time, and just let the people from Fengjiao cast their spells.

At the moment when the black cone storm was fully formed, there was a sudden explosion. What stunned Wang Yuan was that the storm did not attack the opponent, but exploded by itself, and as it exploded, the transparent knot The world also exploded, and the nine people in Fengjiao spurted a mouthful of blood, and their bodies began to sway. Wang Yuan's eyes immediately looked at the only person who was calm and calm, but it was the old man with white beard who spoke just now. .

Only then did the 14 people on the opposite side move, and the leader let out a long laugh: "It's ridiculous that the foundation you have cultivated for tens of thousands of years didn't disappear in the end. This is the retribution for you to squeeze the entire spiritual realm for tens of thousands of years."

But none of the nine members of Fengjiao refuted him, and all nine of them fixed their eyes on one person, all looking at the white-bearded old man, and that junior sister Wanxia shouted: "Senior Brother Min, what are you doing? Are you betraying Fengjiao? Are you our senior brother?"

The white-bearded old man looked calm, and threw a bowl-shaped magic weapon into the air in his hand: "The power of Fengjiao is exhausted, give up your unnecessary resistance, and capture it with nothing. I will tell the leader to save your lives, and we will still be teachers in the future." brother."

"You, you despicable villain." A red-faced Fengjiao monk shouted and rushed towards the white-bearded old man, but after being pointed at by Senior Brother Min, he uncontrollably flew towards the bowl-shaped magic weapon.

"Min Jingtian, you have already cultivated Yixing Changdou to such a state? You have this ability, we are not invincible, why should we betray?" Junior Sister Wanxia shouted.

"Shut up, there are only two paths in front of you now, one is to fight to the end and be taken away by me to be refined like Lu Yin in the end, and the other is to give up resistance and join the Anti-Meeting Alliance with me." Min Jingtian said in a dark voice. road.

"You are dreaming, I will fight with you." The junior sister Wanxia pointed at the bronze lamp in front of her, and suddenly appeared in front of the old man, and at this moment the 14 opponents had formed a circle to surround them.

"Fight with him." Senior Brother Fei shouted, and the remaining seven people also rushed towards Min Jingtian, but Min Jingtian sneered and retreated quickly, even Wanxia couldn't catch up.

At this moment, among the seven, Wang Yuan had seen the two monks named Huatian and Zhong who played chess before, but they suddenly rushed down.

"What are you going to do?" Min Jingtian was taken aback, and the bowl-shaped magic weapon in his hand flew towards the two of them.But the other five people released all their magic weapons together, blocking the bowl-shaped magic weapon in the air, and several of the 14 people around shouted and rushed down, intending to stop Huatian and the other two.

Huatian suddenly made a move to push the monk surnamed Zhong, and at the same time grabbed the world disk in his hand, and rushed down.

The monk surnamed Zhong yelled in grief and indignation: "Hua Tian, ​​you bastard, you promised me to go, why do you go back on your word?"

Huatian only had time to call out: "Stop them."

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and pointed, his cauldron roared and became several meters in size, and flew out directly to meet the cultivator who was rushing up.

Huatian roared towards the Fengshen Pagoda. At the same time, the spells in his hands kept changing, and layers of golden light shone on his body.And at this time, what he held above his head was the world board they used to play chess.

Although he fell from a high altitude, this distance was only a blink of an eye for him. Huatian actually hit the Fengshen Pagoda with his body. It exploded immediately and shattered into a shower of flowers.

Huatian's tripod-shaped magic weapon was smashed by several Huashen cultivators rushing down, and it swayed and disappeared.

And the battle above has also broken out.

Wanxia's bronze lamp was instantly blasted into three parts by several enemy Huashen, and flew downward.

And the fragments of the Fengshen Pagoda all over the sky suddenly disappeared, as if there had never been any fragments here, there was another pagoda in the place of the Fengshen Pagoda, which was exactly the same as the original one, except that there was no golden light anymore. When it came out, there was a man standing on the top of the tower, the monk named Huatian, who waved his hand to Wanxia and the others in the sky.

But before the enemy above rushed down, his body was like quicksand, poured onto the tower, and went down the tower without any trace.

The cultivator surnamed Zhong laughed miserably, his body flashed suddenly, and there was a huge explosion sound, even as a bystander of Wang Yuan, he felt that his ears were about to be deafened.Among the several enemy monks who rushed down to stop him, one was blown to pieces on the spot, and the others escaped in a panic, but they were all seriously injured.

Affected by this explosion, the entire valley where the battle below turned into a purgatory on earth. Many foundation-building monks were blown into flying ash almost instantly, and Jindan monks only struggled for a moment. Not one out of ten low-level monks survived, and even more than half of the Nascent Soul monks fighting in the air fell.And the Fengshen Pagoda, which had lost its golden light, disappeared under the bombing, only flying dust remained.