Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Tianyun Nine Mountains, the war is continuing, roars, landslides, forests are broken, violent winds are raging to the sky... as if the world was destroyed!

The onlookers in the distance all showed a sigh.

The third-rank battle was so terrible that nearly a million miles were turned into a battlefield.

In the sky, Phantom Yuan stood with his hand in his hand, with an indifferent expression, overlooking the entire Tianyun Nine Mountains, and the unmoving Tianyun Divine Tree.

It seemed that he was the supreme master, looking down at the ants.

Until, he moved, with a light step on his feet, tearing the void apart.

His eyes were indifferent, his hands suddenly condensed, countless huge eyes opened behind him, and his eyes fell on the Taoist monarchs of Tianyun Sect.

Tianyunzong Daojun, but thirty-six people, under that giant eye, three or five people happened to look at that giant eye.

Suddenly, those three or five Tianyun Daojun were stunned, their pupils dilated and gradually became dull.

At this moment, a flute appeared in Phantom Yuan's hand. He lightly tapped the white flute. Suddenly, the mouth of the flute split, and a handleless flying sword flew out of it.

The phantom mind moved, and the handleless flying sword turned into a ray of light, which instantly passed the heads of the five famous Taoists.

Feijian's speed was extremely fast, even if Feng Xuan and others had never reacted, a slight wound appeared on the forehead of Lord Wu Dao.

The loose eyes gradually turned into dimness. Not only that, the dead Daojun actually died with a smile, and his face was full of happiness.

"Phantom!"

In the world, there is a roar, Feng Xuan's eyes are about to split.

He stared at the phantom, and his eyes gradually filled with bloodshot eyes. There were only a few Dao Monarchs in the entire Tianyun Sect, no more than 30 people, and now five people have been damaged.

That flying sword, the primordial spirit that pierced Wu Daojun, could not die anymore, even the primordial spirit entered the Yuan Ying and escaped from the body.

Those were five Dao Monarchs, and Tianyun Sect didn't know how much effort had been devoted, and there was even one person who was still a fan of Feng Xuan, who was expected to enter the power and become the supreme person.

Phantom Yuan turned his eyes slightly, his right hand stuck out, and the split white flute merged into one.

The white flute rotates, and the corner of Huanyuan's mouth is slightly raised, "Fengxuan, what do you think?"

The handleless flying sword turned back, and the huge eyes behind him that seemed to be confusing, more like an endless whirlpool, fell on Feng Xuan.

Feng Xuan looked at each other, his pupils suddenly condensed, and he burst out immediately.

"broken!"

There were blue veins on his old face, runes around his pupils, which turned into a barrier, blocking the power from the huge eyes that was enough to sink him.

"Eyes of Sinking! Poyun Flute Sword!" Feng Xuan let out a suffocating breath and looked towards Feng Xuan, but his heart sank.

Although he was already at the pinnacle of He Dao, the phantom element was only a middle grade of He Dao, but now, Feng Xuan was under pressure.

The phantom talent, Feng Xuan naturally knows, the Eye of Sinking is the magical power of the illusion cloud treasure canon, and the Poyun Flute Sword is also a Mahayana treasure of the illusion cloud school.

The opponent's strength will not be weaker than his Feng Xuan, only stronger!

He looked at Huan Yuan's slightly mocking smile, his eyes suddenly sinking slightly.

In the Tianyun Sect's Hedao realm, if even he can't defeat this phantom element, no one in the entire Tianyun Sect can win except the wind demon.

Immediately, he flipped his palm, and two heavy treasures appeared in his hands.

They are all four-rank heavy treasures, and one of them is Tianxiao Pavilion.

I saw the sky pavilion revolving that day, restraining the light from turning, like a mountain across the sky, directly pressing towards the phantom.

"Tianxiao Pavilion!?" Huanyuan's smile was slightly stiff, and a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes.

This heavy treasure is the humiliation of Illusory Cloud Sect, and Feng Xuan's face is now moved, and it reminds him of his unhappiness.

Tianxiao Pavilion was pressed horizontally, Phantom Yuan's fingers pinched the white flute and placed it on his lips.

The melodious music sounded, and the sound waves were almost condensed into substance, like waves, sweeping towards the Tianxiao Pavilion.

boom!

If the big waves shake the mountains, accompanied by the sound of melodious music, the void in the sky is distorted and cracked.

Feng Xuan's face flushed slightly. He spent seven years refining the Heavenly Xiao Pavilion. Now it was just the sound of the white flute, and he felt blocked.

It was as if he was facing the continuous waves hitting his body and his mind was turbulent.

The wind demon pressured the discomfort and moved another heavy treasure.

This is a wooden tripod. It is a four-rank heavy treasure left by the ancestor of the Sky Cloud. It is made from the heart tree of the Sky Cloud Divine Tree and is as light as a feather.

The wooden tripod revolved and moved towards the sound of the flute.

Wherever it passed, the wooden tripod almost burst out with blazing light, like riding the wind and breaking the waves, the white flute sound wave fell on the wooden tripod, seeming to be broken open and absorbed.

Huanyuan smiled indifferently, "Tianyun Wooden Cauldron, Tianxiao Pavilion, it is a pity that these two treasures are in the hands of your old guy, they are really violent heavenly objects!"

He shook his head, his mind moved, and the handleless flying sword suddenly violent.

The sound of the flute suddenly changed from melodious to nearly as sharp as the substance, and there was a sound wave lingering on the handleless flying sword, and the flying sword fell on the cloud wooden cauldron that day.

boom!

On the wooden cauldron, a white dot appeared, and the sound wave assisted the flying sword, which almost doubled the sharpness of this handleless flying sword.

Feng Xuan's face suddenly became blood-red, as if he was stained with blood, he snorted, and his feet retreated one after another, and the Tianyun wooden cauldron was shaking.

"Feng Xuan, Tianyun Sect has fallen, you should also enter the cycle of reincarnation, why insist on guarding." Huanyuan stepped forward, and the white flute played, but there was a voice spreading throughout the world, "Treasures in the world, those who can live So, your Tianyun Sect has gone through a great calamity, and has long been strong outside, and sooner or later, the Heavenly Cloud God Tree will be in the hands of others."

The eyes of Huanyuan suddenly burst into light, and the sound of the flute was like the sound of fighting on the battlefield. There were thousands of noises, turning into iron armored soldiers and horses. I don't know how many, if the torrential rain pours, it will hit the Tianxiao Pavilion.

The Tianxiao Pavilion forbids the flickering of light, keeps turning, and wipes out the armor of the flute.

The flying sword swept through thousands of traces around the Tianyun wooden cauldron, as if there were countless threads. Every time it flickered, a tiny white spot appeared on the wooden cauldron. But for Feng Xuan, every time the flying sword was Falling on the wooden cauldron, it was like a heavy hammer hitting his mind.

Until Feng Xuan stepped back seven steps, there was suddenly a little blood red in his seven orifices, and the blood red turned into blood stains, flowing from the seven orifices.

Upon seeing this, Phantom Yuan showed a smile, Feijian became fiercer, and the flute sound became fiercer.

boom!

Finally, Feng Xuan could no longer resist such an attack. With a wow, he spouted a mouthful of blood, falling from the air like a rag.

"Elder Feng Xuan!"

A Hedao great power swallowed a pill, exploded with twice the usual strength, shook away the two great powers that besieged him, and went to Feng Xuan to catch Feng Xuan's falling figure.

In the entire Tianyun Nine Mountains, there are even more Tianyun clothes that are stained with blood, retreating steadily, and even Tianyun disciples have blew themselves up to kill others.

This battle was too tragic. Faced with several times the combat power, the entire Sky Cloud Sect was almost at stake, and it didn't take long to lose.