Before I conquer the God Realm

The powerful monks who were retreating in the Qingyu Sect woke up one after another and broke through the closed door. Countless disciples from the inner and outer sects came from all directions and gathered under the mountain peak, looking up at the sky, with shock in their eyes.

buzzing.

As if in response to the cry of the long sword that ruled the world, the flying sword on the inner disciple's back also began to tremble, and the natal blood sword echoed excitedly.

Everyone still stared at the sky with their mouths wide open, not noticing this abnormality at all.

Jun Yichen was also stunned by the abnormality of the world, but at the moment when the Xueyang sword on his back began to tremble, he suddenly came back to his senses, and a flash of color flashed in Han Che's eyes.

Immediately, Gu Qingzhao saw Jun Yichen, who was still lying on the ground, fly up, tapped his toes, and landed on the glazed tiles of the courtyard on the top of the peak.

Jun Yichen pulled out the flying sword in one fell swoop, and the Xueyang sword that he wanted to escape was firmly controlled by him.

"The disciples of the Qingyu Sect listen to the order. Qi refining disciples quickly meditate on the spot to comprehend the sword qi, and disciples above foundation establishment form the Qingyu sword array." This voice was amplified by Qingyin Xianling, and with the power to penetrate the soul, it immediately shocked Tens of thousands of disciples under Defeng came to their senses and found that Feijian was strange.

Not daring to delay, the low-level qi refining disciples sat cross-legged on the spot, closed their eyes, released their spiritual consciousness, felt the awe-inspiring sword energy permeating between heaven and earth, and comprehended it carefully.

The disciples above Foundation Establishment, like Jun Yichen, drew out the flying sword and held it in their hands, not letting the flying sword get away from them.The disciples whose cultivation level was slightly low and whose Dao heart was not firm enough, had a pain-bearing color like a pig's liver on their faces, and their jaws were torn open even more while holding a sword.

But none of them gave up, and quickly trained and staggered their positions, forming a long dragon connected end to end.

No, not a long dragon.

It is a blatant giant sword with thousands of sword lights and countless sword intents!

Tens of thousands of sword gangs condensed into a mighty aura that almost reached the sky!

The two actually formed a confrontational situation on par.

The flying swords of the Qi Refining disciples that flew out of their scabbards also retreated, quietly drifting away to guard them.

After this baptism of sword energy, the strength of the Qingyu Sect will surely rise to another level.

Gu Qingzhao glanced at the sword light that was piercing higher and higher on the top of his head, and then at Jun Yichen who was standing on the top of the mountain giving orders. Envy arose in his heart. He bit the corner of his slightly bitter lips, set up a flying crane, and headed towards Qingyu Zongzong. The door flew away.

The master of Qingyu Sect was already waiting for him at the sect's gate, surrounded by five cultivators who practiced emptiness, each carrying a long sword, with a dignified look, and he couldn't find a trace of the chic expression when they first met.

Gu Qingzhao bowed to the six people and saluted, with flowing sleeves, "My younger brother was born early, Qingzhao has caused trouble for Uncle Jun and all seniors. Although my father is in retreat, he will sense his breath immediately, and he must be rushing to Qingzhao. Yu Zong's way. My father and Qing Zhao must be grateful for the kindness of seniors."

Hearing that Gu Liuzhi would come, the five Supreme Elders in the Void Refining stage looked slightly relaxed. They didn't show anything to Gu Qingzhao, and said directly to the suzerain: "Sovereign, are you going to the city gate now?"

Sect Master Qingyu rolled up his sleeves, and Gu Qingzhao fell into his flying magic weapon, the Cross-Sun Boat, together with the paper crane. In the face of you, the future daughter-in-law, the Qingyu Sect will keep your brother, a man cannot stand without faith, and an immortal cannot do without faith."

In just one sentence, the six of them arrived at the city gate thousands of miles away.

Different from the yellow light when Gu Qingzhao saw it for the first time, countless phantoms of sharp swords floated on the light curtain on the protective formation.

The phantom is a pure sword intent that has been imprinted on the Qingyu Zonghua divine sword for more than 10,000 years. It has been refined and refined for tens of thousands of years and has become the number one sword formation in the cultivation world.

Gu Qingzhao looked up.

Outside the gate of the city was already surrounded by a dense sea of ​​people, and there were more people rushing in from places too far away to be seen.

Above the city gate, there are countless great powers floating, all of them are elegant and graceful, and the magical artifacts under their feet are dazzling and full of pretense. It doesn't look like they are here to rob, but they seem to be here for a meeting.

Among them, there are even fifteen thousand years ago who have not been able to retreat, and have impacted the Mahayana in the late stage of Hedao. Each of them is a big man who ruled the roost back then and no one dared to provoke.

With them taking the lead, those small sects and ordinary monks who used to bow their heads when they saw the Qingyu Sect all surrounded Qingyu City confidently, and did not retreat even a step when they met the Qingyu Sect Master.

Gu Qingzhao looked up at Sect Master Qingyu, pointed to a green jade pendant engraved with "Mengzheng" hanging on his waist, and said, "Uncle Jun, I'm dragging down Qingyu Sect or let me go and tell them."

Meng Zheng is Gu Liuzhi's Taoist name.

Just by looking at it from a distance, one can feel the vast aura on the jade pendant.

Sect Master Qingyu raised his hand and touched Gu Liuzhi's head, and injected a ray of spiritual energy into Gu Qingzhao's altar to keep his mind clear. In the next breath, he flew out of the cross-sun boat and out of the big formation.

The suzerain stood in the void with his hands behind his back, his eyes were pure and peaceful, and he even had a hint of a smile, but his tone of voice was majestic: "Dear friends, what is the reason for our faction to besiege my city today? If you are here to discuss the Tao, Qing Yu Zong greeted him by sweeping the couch, if it is for other reasons, please follow the rules of disposing of the flying magic weapon, passing through the sword gate, and handing over the greeting card."

A Da Neng with disheveled hair and bare chest raised his head from the maid's lap, and said with a sneer, "Jun Wenheng, what are you pretending to be, you are not afraid that the big sword in the city will fall and cut off your head. If there is a rare treasure born, you want to monopolize it." , there is no such rule, if you open the city gate, I won’t take anything from your Qingyu sect, if you don’t open it, with the strength of 16 of us, can’t you still smash your broken formation?”

Sect Master Qingyu waved lightly, and the two sword gates erupted with great pressure, and the sword light shone.

Behind Jianmen, countless small swords were also ready to be fired at any time like sharp arrows tied to strings, cutting the air so that there was a scorching sound.

"The Great Formation of Qingyu City is bestowed by the Gods, whoever wants to try the power of the Great Formation, Jun will not mind letting the Great Formation open a blood ring in my generation, and drink enough to be full," Sect Master Qingyu said. He also said: "This time the vision of heaven and earth is not the birth of some rare treasure, it is the birth of the youngest son of Meng Zhengzhenjun, the elder of Xuanyunmen. Brother Gu asked me to take care of his two sons in seclusion. He is probably on his way now. , everyone, go back quickly."

"Don't scare us with Gu Liuzhi, what a young boy, who doesn't know that Gu Liuzhi only has a useless son," another monk said coldly: "It seems that your Qingyu sect is toasting and not eating fine wine. The only way is to capture Qingyu City first."

Having failed to find an opportunity to break through Mahayana for 1000 years, these sixteen old monsters who are approaching their ages can't wait any longer.

Sword Qi, sword Qi permeated with the immensity of the Dao of Heaven.

Not to mention that they are not Gu Liuzhi's sons, even if they really are, they will fight with all their strength, and if they succeed, they will cut through the void and hide.

In the late stage of the Dao, one step away from the Mahayana, an old monster made a light move with both hands, and it was as if someone had cut a long hole with a sharp sword in midair.

A great river poured down from the sky, sweeping towards the city with destructive force...

Countless low-level monks under the city gate were dragged down, and each and every living figure instantly turned into blood and poured into the raging river.

He was born in a peaceful and prosperous age in his previous life, and in this life he was well protected by Gu Qingzhao, who endured and tolerated it, and then resisted the nausea that was about to vomit. He wanted to step back and see what was going on with Gu Xiaomiao. The monk was held down, unable to move.

The other four Void Refining cultivators have already flown out of the large formation to form a sword formation with the suzerain to defend against foreign enemies.

"Young Master Gu, it's better not to run away..."

Gu Qingzhao's lips parted. He didn't want to escape, but he couldn't make a sound. He was worried, not just Gu Xiaomiao, but also the Qingyu Sect. Could this legendary formation be able to withstand the old monster Hedao? ...He was fixed to die on the spot, powerlessly watching the fight outside the city, watching the bloody waves...

With a bang, a Hedao Demon Cultivator broke through the magic circle and rushed into the city gate at a speed that Sect Master Qingyu couldn't stop, "Jie Jie Jie, the treasure is mine..."

When passing by Gu Qingzhao, he shot his sleeve forward: "There is really Gu Liuzhi's precious son, who happened to be swept away as a bargaining chip for his life. The little beauty looks good." There was a lewd look in his tone.

When the sleeve was only one foot away from Gu Qingzhao, a gleam of golden light lit up in the sky, and the great pressure of the god descended from the sky.

Even the old monsters who were fighting in mid-air fell to the ground involuntarily under this coercion, and fell to their knees.

"Who dares to touch the deity's son!"