Evil spirits are everywhere, and they are crazy in a will.

Zhuo Yunxian's eyebrows flashed, and a mysterious light broke through the orifice. It was his purple palace Yuanying.

As soon as the Nascent Soul comes out, there is a lot of inspiration!

At the same time, the sky is a strange phenomenon, the fairy palace is floating, a huge white crane hovering in the air, the nine-color emperor crown, the rich and handsome god, the arrogant and peerless, and the fairy feathers fluttering.

"What is that!? Dharma appearance? Supernatural powers?"

"The Secret Legend of the Immortal Dao, the Yuanying of the Purple Palace? Baihe... He is a fellow practitioner of the Immortal and Demon!?"

"This momentum is not weak at all, the phantom of the evil god!"

"That's useless. The army of evil spirits is endless. Bai He will be exhausted to death in the end!"

"Yes, it's a pity!"

"What's the pity? There is never a shortage of pride in this world, and how many people can reach the peak?"

"Yes, that's right, a dead genius is not a real genius."

"It seems that Baihe is doomed today."

...

The people around were talking, all of whom were envious and jealous, especially the two Mingzis, with a hint of fear and resentment in their eyes.

In fact, they didn't think about it. If Zhuo Yunxian had not resisted the pressure of the evil god with his own strength, how many of the people present could survive safely.

"The emperor's Dharma image, the derivation of heavenly signs, the fellow immortals and demons, transcend the supreme..."

The evil god phantom sighed: "Boy, after hundreds of thousands of years of immortality, you are indeed a stunning and talented person in the human race. Unfortunately, you have come out too early, don't know the current affairs, don't know how to advance or retreat, and don't know how to lie down, so you are destined to die here today, hehehehehe!"

"Amitabha!"

Kong Chen's face was solemn, and the golden light of merit behind him continued to spread, resisting the invasion of the evil army, which could also be regarded as reducing the burden on Zhuo Yunxian.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Shitou was also unwilling to be outdone. He transformed into a giant red fire ape again, swallowing the evil spirits around him into his stomach, and roaring angrily.

Zhuo Fuhai was extremely anxious. Just as he was about to take action, a sudden change occurred in the field!

"Boom boom boom boom--"

Thunder and fire are surging, and evil spirits are annihilated.

In a blink of an eye, the whole world seemed like a sea of ​​fire!

Although Zhuo Yunxian had realized his sword magical powers, his sharp edge was not suitable for group battles. He was carrying the fire of pure yang and the power of thunder, which was the nemesis of all evil spirits.

Amid the screams, the evil spirit army suffered heavy losses, and Zhuo Yunxian became more and more braver in the battle, and the evil spirits around him were unable to get close to him at all.

"No! This is impossible-"

The evil god's phantom was frightened and furious, and gradually lost his patience. This time he planned to take action himself and completely suppress Zhuo Yunxian first.

However, at this moment, Zhuo Yunxian slowly raised his hand, and a black ink sword box appeared out of thin air, hovering in front of him.

The sword box is spiritual, simple and obscure, and the evil spirit is restrained. You can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary person.

"Well!? This is... the natal spiritual treasure? The little thief is indeed extraordinary. He still has some means at this time! If you are not eliminated today, there will be endless troubles in the future!"

The evil god's phantom was slightly stunned, but he took action without any pause. He directly pressed it down with one palm, as dangerous and terrifying as if the sky collapsed and the earth was cracked!

“Buzz!”

The sword box trembled slightly and the waves were strong.

Suddenly, thousands of sharp lights soared into the sky, directly hitting the evil god's giant palm and dissipating.

"Damn it! Damn it-"

The evil god phantom suffered a loss at Zhuo Yunxian again and again, and was furious at this moment.

"Zhoutian Xingchen, Ten Thousand Swords Flying Immortals, Set Up Array!"

Zhuo Yunxian patted the ten directions of sword boxes, and tens of thousands of flying swords broke out of the sheath, and the entire sky seemed to be shrouded in spirit.

"Then...what is that!?"

"Immortal Flying Swords! They are all flying swords, and there are tens of thousands!"

"Look at everyone, the spiritual lights on those swords... Oh my God, this is a flying sword of spiritual treasure quality, there are tens of thousands of flying swords of spiritual treasures!? Am I going to be blind! I'm going to be blind!"

"This, how is this possible!?"

...

There was an uproar around, and many people's faces were full of horror. No one noticed the changes in the sword formation.

On the other side, Kongchen and Xiaoshitou had to stop and looked at Zhuo Yunxian in a daze. Even Zhuo Fuhai and others were shocked.

The underworld is scarce, and not to mention tens of thousands of spiritual treasures, even hundreds of spiritual treasures are rare. Therefore, there is a saying that the stronger the stronger the weaker the weaker the weaker.

As the sword formation was sacrificed, the spiritual power in Zhuo Yunxian's body fell wildly, and he had to fight quickly!

One Yuan and Two Characters, Three Talents and Four Symbols, Five Elements and Six Combinations, Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams, Nine Palaces and Ten Directions...

The evolution of the sword formation is like a world of swords, with the mystery of the world all in it.

"Boy, I don't believe that I can't kill you!"

The evil god's phantom had a hideous face and eventually turned into a huge head, trying to swallow Zhuo Yunxian in one bite.

Unfortunately, the Evil God Phantom underestimated Zhuo Yunxian's strength and the power of the Ten-Sword Formation.

"boom--"

As expected, as soon as the Ten-Strait Sword Formation came out, the evil spirit army was instantly suppressed, including the evil god's phantom, almost being overwhelmed by Zhuo Yunxian alone.

...

"Okay, so powerful!"

Feng Wanyan's eyes turned and she smiled and said, "Sister, brother-in-law is so powerful. If you are bullied in the future, we will not be able to help you!"

"Damn girl, you just talk too much!"

Feng Wanru glared at her sister angrily, but she didn't care too much about it.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wanyan became even more violent, and his eyes were filled with little stars: "Hehe, my brother-in-law is so powerful, can I walk sideways in the underworld in the future!"

"Peng!"

Feng Wanru could no longer bear it, and gave Feng Wanyan a heavy thrust.

...

"You can't kill me! You can't kill me-"

The evil god's phantom roared and roared. As long as the evil thoughts remained, he would be immortal.

Faced with such a situation, Zhuo Yunxian hesitated for a moment, and finally took out the evil treasure.

As soon as this treasure comes out, the wind and clouds rise, and the sky and the earth change color!

Tens of thousands of heroic souls emerged, and the human heroes were immortal.

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, Zhuo Yunxian's life weapon spirit Xiang Yulou brought all the evil spirit army into the Xuantian Divine Mirror and suppressed it by the heroic spirits of the human race.

"No! Impossible-"

The evil god Phantom was unwilling to accept it, so he directly chose to explode the Phantom, hoping to die with Zhuo Yunxian.

However, Zhuo Yunxian was prepared and used the sky-holding umbrella to block the impact of the evil god's self-destruction.

...

After a long time, the world fell silent again.

The phantom of the evil god was destroyed?! Such a terrifying existence was easily destroyed by someone?!

Whether in the Underworld or the Ziyou Palace, the people in the Underworld were stunned on the spot and could not come to their senses for a long time. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would have believed such a thing!

"Yunxian——"

Zhuo Fuhai was the first to recover, his eyes full of concern.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

Zhuo Yunxian ignored the people in Ziyou Palace and the Underworld. He saw that after he took back the flying sword, he slowly landed beside Zhuo Fuhai, with a strong evil spirit on his body.

Kongchen, Feng Wanru and others hurriedly surrounded him, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Feng Xiyue, Feng Qianyu and others looked at each other, and their mood was extremely complicated.

Their current situation is quite awkward, and they will definitely not be able to beat Zhuo Yunxian, but they can't help but admit their mistakes, especially Feng Xiyue, whose face looks very ugly.

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Chapter completed!