The Saint of White Deer has always been above the top and is extremely proud. At this moment, he took action to break the palace directly, which was not too unexpected to everyone.

However, the thunder spirit bead that was shot out from the sky with lightning and lightning seemed to be fixed, and it stopped strangely in front of the palace gate, without any intimacy.

The countless purple thunder lightnings on it also disappeared invisible. The famous spiritual magic weapon Thunder Spirit Pearl is now like an ordinary purple jade bead, staying in the void in front of the palace gate and slowly rotating.

A golden-red mysterious light gradually condensed from the front of the palace gate, and turned into a phantom of a long-haired man wearing a green robe. The man's eyes were quiet, and he reached out to pick up the Lei Lingzhu and whispered: "Not bad."

The pupils of the Bailu Saint Son shrank slightly. As a genius in the Daoji Peak realm, he was even more possessed by the Saint Son. At this moment, he temporarily lost the sense of the spiritual magic weapon Thunder Spirit Pearl!

This kind of strength is also dressed in a green robe, and the identity of this phantom man is about to emerge.

"I have seen Mr. Hanshui Yuan!" Countless casual cultivators looked excited, their eyes flushed, and some people almost burst into tears and saluted loudly.

"I have seen Hanshui Yuanjun!!" There are also many people from small families who have received favor from Hanshui Taoist temple. They hesitated for a moment, saluted loudly and bent down.

Zhang Lingruo from the Demonic Sect and Zhao Changhe from the Poyue Sword Sect, also bowed slightly to show his respect for this half-step divine power.

Only the people from the ancient sect of Emperor Wa and several small circles of the Shangqing Holy Sect were unmoved, but they just looked at the man with long hair in green robe and coldly.

The man in the green robe held the thunder spirit bead in his hand, looked at the corpses of many cultivators on the ground, shook his head and sighed softly.

"Hanshui Yuanjun, you have been dead for a long time, and you are still regretting these dead casual cultivators?" Yan Wuji showed mocking, and his voice was very clear in front of the quiet hall at this moment.

"Yan Wuji, don't be disrespectful to Lord Yuanjun!" Many casual cultivators were red in their eyes, and for a moment they ignored the gap in status and strength between the two sides, pointing at Yan Wuji and shouting loudly.

With a frown slightly, Yan Wuji raised his hand slightly and threw out a dazzling blood light. Seeing these scattered cultivators, blood was about to splatter on the spot.

"Forget it." The man in the green robe waved his sleeves gently, dispelled the blood light, and untied the thunder spirit bead in his hand. "This little friend of the demon clan said well. I have already passed away in reincarnation. At this moment, only this trace of soul remnant is left. What can I do?

Woolen cloth?"

The thunder spirit bead was untied, and in a moment, thousands of rays of lightning lights burst out again. The roar became more and more intense, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with the man in the green robe.

"Come back." The Saint of White Deer waved gently, and the Thunder Spirit Pearl flew back reluctantly. The thunder lights in the sky disappeared and hid into the Thunder Spirit Pearl.

"I have been sad and lonely all my life. Even after my death, I will only leave a water-based martial art inheritance I obtained back then." A golden red light burst out in the hand of the man in the green robe, covering a range of hundreds of feet. "Any creature can come to take the test of this inheritance. This is the only fair thing I can do for you at this time."

His figure became more and more faded. Hanshui Yuanjun turned his head gently and looked at the bottom of the Zhuo River. It seemed that there was something that was extremely worthy of his nostalgia.

"Mr. Yuanjun!"

"Mr. Hanshui Yuanjun!"

Countless light spots floated away, and in the end there was only a pair of quiet eyes, emitting extremely bright light.

However, the last light gradually disappeared and drifted in the storm wind that gradually rose above the water of the swamp river, leaving no trace left.

Countless casual cultivators and those who had received his favor were staring blankly at the place where the figure dissipated, with complex expressions. Among them, there was a casual cultivator in the Dao Base Realm half-kneeled on the ground, silent for a long time.

The huge hall door slowly opened, attracting everyone's attention, but no one rushes to enter, because the golden red light that had been shrouded hundreds of feet in the past exuded a gentle teleportation force, gradually transmitting every creature in its range into the hall.

Obviously, Han Shui Yuanjun said nothing, and every creature has the opportunity to obtain this water-based martial arts inheritance.

Bai Lu Shengzi, Hong Zhao and Yan Wuji, but each used mysterious methods to get rid of the teleportation power and escaped from the range of the golden red light shield.

A huge dark star map was coming from a very far away in the sky. Although its speed was not fast, it was extremely eye-catching. Bai Lu and others looked up and recognized the person immediately.

"The Jingxing in Mingxin Mountains?" Yan Wuji's eyes lit up. "I heard that his path is only sincere to the sword, and its power is astonishing. This time, you may try it."

"You are not his opponent." Bai Lu's faint voice came from his side.

"How do you know that I haven't tried it?" Yan Wuji was obviously a little angry with Bai Lu's evaluation, and then

As soon as the thought moved, a demonic light was emitted from the palm of the hand, which turned into a long sword in a blink of an eye. The palm reversed, clasped the long sword tightly, and gently slashed towards the star map coming from afar.

On the star map, Jing Xingchen, who had closed his eyes and practiced suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Be careful."

As he finished speaking, a sword light that penetrated the sky and the earth suddenly appeared in front of the star map, carrying a huge amount of power from heaven and earth, slashing with an unstoppable momentum!

Jian Liangbi, He Junyu and others all looked slightly calmer. Looking at the huge sword light, they all set up magic weapons to protect their bodies. The fallen red tassel was still staring at the clouds on both sides in a daze. I don’t know what they were thinking, but Jian Liangbi pulled into the colorful light around him, and then he came to his senses.

"Ah?" Luo Hongying was caught off guard and was very close to Jian Liangbi's body. She felt the man's breath and blushed, so she wanted to push him away.

"Look at it yourself." Jian Liangbi raised his chin slightly, Luo Hongying looked at the star map directly in front, and exclaimed in surprise: "Super Power!"

The huge sword light was blocked by Jing Xingchen with a purple long sword. The starlight on the sword was as beautiful as purple glass. It was the only sword of Jing Xingchen, and its name was Broken Star.

The broken star sword light flowed, and in a flash, an extremely dazzling sword light burst out, covering the heaven and earth in a radius of dozens of feet. After the sword light dissipated, the huge sword light had been disappeared invisible.

Jing Xingchen stood at the edge of the star map, holding the broken star sword, looking at Yan Wuji by the swamp water river, and whispered: "It is inappropriate to come but not come."

He tapped his toes and flew out from the star map. The broken star turned into a ball of fiery purple light, wrapping his whole body in. The man and the sword were almost connected, and the dazzling purple light rushed towards the direction where Yan Wuji was.

"Spiritual power, star twist." Jing Xingchen's voice came from it, but the moment the sound fell, the purple light rushed to Yan Wuji at a speed that ordinary people had no time to react. The speed of the castration did not decrease, and it directly brought it up, roared into Shaojiang, and hit several tumbling waves dozens of feet high.

The star map had also stopped slowly, and Bian Hongyu stepped forward and bowed: "I have seen the Saint Son of White Deer."

"No gift." Bai Lu turned his head and looked at Hong Zhao and spoke softly, "When can Yan Wuji change his temper?"
Chapter completed!