Family cultivation of immortality: from Fairy Cat Valley to the Nine Divine Realms

"The Supreme Elder of Qingyun Sect, Ping Tianye, is here to fight!"

"Ao Guang, the Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect, is here to fight!"

"The Supreme Elder of Shenxiao Sect is here to fight!"

Three more old men appeared, all of whom were Jindan Dzogchen beings.

I don’t know what kind of price Beichen Dongtian promised to poach the strongest combat power of the top three affiliated forces of Beichen Dongtian.

At this time, four Jindan Dzogchen's combat forces joined in, and Beichen Dongtian monk's confidence suddenly became much stronger.

However, facing the four major insect lords, everyone still felt a little guilty and didn't know if they could withstand it.

"retreat--"

Ping Tianhou glanced at the other four insect princes and shouted one word.

The four great insect lords who originally wanted to help him stopped their attacks when they saw what Ping Tianhou said.

"The boss has his own pride, I believe he can handle it by himself." Pingyuan Hou said to the other three insect princes.

"kill--"

Taoist Chunyang roared and injected a massive amount of true energy into the Xuanming Thunder Bamboo Sword.

The giant hand radiated thousands of rays of light, clutching the Sword of Eternal Night tightly and slashing towards Pingtianhou.

"Be careful!" the four insect lords warned.

At this time, their hearts were in their throats.

In case Pingtianhou loses to Chunyang Taoist.

Then the four of them together may not be the opponent of Taoist Chunyang.

Now they just hope that Pingtianhou can resist Chunyang Taoist's attack.

The Sword of Eternal Night is about to fall.

Ping Tianhou suddenly disappeared on the spot, and his whole body merged into the Sword of Eternal Night.

The Sword of Eternal Night seemed to melt and turned into water flowing out of the giant hand.

The giant hand goes to grab it again.

The sword of eternal night flows out from the fingers.

The giant hand tightly grasped the Sword of Eternal Night and exerted force.

"boom--"

The Sword of Eternal Night collapsed and condensed again in an instant.

"cut--"

Marquis Pingtian shouted coldly, and the Sword of Eternal Night cut the giant hand in half.

The giant hand turned into nine Xuanming Thunder Bamboo Swords again, the light was dim, and it looked like it was spiritually damaged.

"Master Chunyang, I'm here to take the head from your neck."

Dressed in black, Pingtianhou held the Sword of Eternal Night and chopped off the head of Chunyang Taoist.

This sword move looks ordinary at first glance, but it contains infinite murderous intent.

"Empty talk!"

Chunyang Taoist was surrounded by nine Xuanming Thunder Bamboo Swords.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

The two men fought in close quarters, and the sound of golden roar could be heard endlessly.

Everyone only saw afterimages, but could not see the two swords coming out at all.

"boom--"

A trace of black hair fell from Ping Tianhou's head.

It was cut off by Taoist Chunyang.

Ping Tianhou grabbed his hair in his hands and stared at Taoist Chunyang in front of him indifferently.

Taoist Chunyang was panting and had thousands of dense wounds all over his body.

Even his clothes became torn, exposing his lumpy muscles.

At this time, the demonic energy in Hou Pingtian's body had been exhausted.

The true energy in Chunyang Taoist's body has also been exhausted.

"Your sword is not fast enough!" Ping Tianhou said calmly.

"Stop talking nonsense, just come here!"

The nine Xuanming Thunder Bamboo Swords are currently in different body parts of Taoist Chunyang.

Each hand holds two Xuanming Thunder Bamboo Swords, one in the mouth, one on each arm, and two more on the back.

At this time, Taoist Chunyang was full of fighting spirit and was ready to fight to the death with Marquis Pingtian at any time.

"what--"

Ping Tianhou roared and ran quickly.

The wind howled.

The Sword of Eternal Night in his hand rushes left and right.

Chunyang Taoist's nine Xuanming Thunder Bamboo Swords blocked the way step by step.

This scene shocked the monks present.

Close combat is generally reserved for Qi Refining monks.

Without their true energy and demon energy, the two actually started fighting hand to hand.

Even the foundation-building monks were dozens of feet apart, casting various spells and magical powers.

But at this time, the existence of two golden elixir peaks actually chose to use close combat to show off.

As the top sword cultivators today, the gap between the two is only between the same.

Splitting, slicing, stabbing, and scratching are obviously simple sword moves.

However, in the hands of two swordsmen who are close to the realm of transformation, they actually contain extremely mysterious swordsmanship.

"I just realized today that I have spent half my life practicing swordsmanship in vain." A sword cultivator from Beichen Dongtian said with a complicated mood while watching the swordsmanship competition between the two.

"This is the sword!"

"Any one of them will reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship!"

The masters from both camps sent messages one by one, discussing whether to take advantage of the opponent's weakness and swarm him to kill him.

However, the two sword cultivators had their own pride and both flatly refused.

At this time, a strange picture appeared.

More and more locusts are gathering in the Eastern War Zone.

The number of monks from Beichen Dongtian and its affiliated forces who came to support slowly increased to hundreds of thousands.

No one from both camps, including the low-level locusts, crossed the line.

Only Pingtianhou and Chunyang Taoist were judging their superiority based on swordsmanship.

Both of them are accumulating strength and preparing to give each other a fatal blow.

"If you only have this little strength, then this battle will end here!"

Pingtianhou took out a broken talisman.

The mysterious runes flowing among the remaining talismans seem to contain the aura of infinite swordsmanship.

"Fifth-level Taoist Talisman..." Chunyang Taoist was startled.

This guide talisman is extremely rare, let alone Beichen Cave Heaven, even the God of War Temple may not have it.

Once the fifth-level Tao-guiding talisman is produced, it can lead to the original Tao principles that are consistent with the Tao method one practices.

The sword of eternal night cultivated by Ping Tianhou can activate the true sword of eternal night.

His sword Yong Ye will be blessed by the Tao, and his sword magic will undergo a qualitative leap.

"Good taste," Pingtianhou said with narrowed eyes, "This is the most precious thing given to me by the Emperor of War. If I can use this talisman, I am worthy of you."

The demonic energy accumulated by Pingtianhou was injected into the remaining talisman.

The remaining talisman seemed to be alive, with talisman patterns flowing on it, emitting bright brilliance.

A trace of brilliance from the guiding talisman flew towards the west of the closed area.

At this time, Ping Tianhou's eyes were as bright as a torch, looking at the direction in which the guiding talisman Guanghua was flying, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "I didn't expect that the direction of the Sword of Eternal Night is actually to the west of the closed area!"

The Western Theater was exactly the theater he was guarding.

If I had known earlier that the location of the Sword of Eternal Night was over in the Western War Zone.

Even if he turns over the entire Western War Zone, he still has to find the real Sword of Eternal Night.

Generally, those who can carry the principles of heaven and earth have risen to the level of Taoism.

The Taoist objects may be weapons, elixirs, talismans, talismans, etc.

There is nothing that is not possible in this world.

Even the master transformation gods of each treasure domain do not have such a Taoist object in their hands.

There may be a master of this small world, and that is the ancestor of the gods - the highest realm of Lianxu.

At this time, Zhang Sandou was hunting spiritual fish in the cave.

Suddenly, a huge sword shadow flew out from the cave lake.

Even from a distance, Zhang Sandou could feel the huge power of this sword.

This is a very heart-stopping sword.

The monks on Temple Street were suppressed and were lying on the ground one by one. The magic sword in their hands kept shaking. Under the pressure of the sword, it began to break into pieces until it turned into powder.

A trace of the sword's principles flew out from this sword.