Xiuxian exchange system

In a remote house somewhere in True Dragon Spirit City, Long Aotian and the middle-aged man in yellow robe are sitting in the hall of the house.

Below them, stood three monks in the integration stage.

"You guys did a good job this time, and it's not in vain for my cultivation of you all those years ago." Long Aotian's face was filled with joy. He was able to get here safely, and the plan was already half successful.

"It's our honor to continue to serve Senior Long. There are many monks in my clan who are looking forward to your return." One of the monks in the integration stage saluted Long Aotian.

"That's right, the rules of my True Dragon Clan are meant to be broken as soon as they are broken," another monk at the fusion stage continued.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, let's split up in a while." Long Aotian looked at the middle-aged man in the yellow robe and said.

"it is good."

As soon as a group of five people escaped from the house, they sensed many spiritual senses sweeping towards them, and Leng Tianyue was the leader.

It shouldn't be, this plan is perfect, how could Leng Tianyue appear here.

Just when Long Aotian was puzzled, the three monks at the integration period had already fled towards the distance.

Just as the middle-aged man in the yellow robe was about to make a move, Leng Tianyue had already approached: "Long Aotian, Man Linian, you are also the blood of the real dragon clan. I didn't expect you to dare to appear here."

Long Aotian's face was extremely ugly. The original plan was for the middle-aged man in yellow robe to deal with Leng Tianyue, but it was definitely not Leng Tianyue who took the initiative to find him, maybe all his cronies had turned against him.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, Leng Tianyue will leave it to you." Long Aotian didn't pay attention to Leng Tianyue's words at all, and he had no reason to back down when it came to this point, but he was very worried that the middle-aged man in yellow robe would change his mind temporarily.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, when I was a cultivator in the transformation stage, you saved me once. Although I know that you didn't do it on purpose, I have to remember this kindness. If you leave now, you will be saved today. I can pretend it never happened."

Leng Tianyue Xuantian Soul Eater Claw in hand, looked at the middle-aged man in yellow robe with a gloomy face.

Although there are many examples of monks being surpassed by younger generations, it is somewhat uncomfortable for monks in the Mahayana period to be commensurate with their peers who did not even look at them back then.

He also knows that Long Aotian's plan has been exposed, but he has the late Mahayana cultivation base, no matter how sharp Leng Tianyue's Xuantian thing is, it is impossible for him to be his opponent.

What Long Manli was facing was the Great Tribulation of the Five Elements, and there was no possibility of surviving. If so, it was not impossible to give it a go.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man in yellow robe burst out laughing, and said after a while, "Leng Tianyue, I don't know where you have the confidence to talk to this old man like this."

As soon as the middle-aged man in yellow robe raised his hand, a huge black knife slashed towards Leng Tianyue.

Long Aotian was originally worried that the middle-aged man in yellow robe would change his mind, but when he saw him make a move, he was overjoyed, and with a flash of light on his body, he shot towards the side.

"Senior Brother Long, where do you want to go?" Long Aotian didn't escape very far, Long Wanrong's figure appeared from the side, and an invisible big hand grabbed Long Aotian.

Long Aotian is only a monk in the early stage of fusion, even if he tries his best, he can't resist this blow at all.

But in an instant, before he even had time to confess, he was killed on the spot.

Long Wanrong didn't show any sadness about Long Aotian's death, she released the mysterious object in her hand, and joined the battle group between Leng Tianyue and the middle-aged man in yellow robe.

As long as there is enough interest, anyone can sell it.

Whether it is Long Wanrong or the so-called cronies cultivated by Long Aotian, the benefits they have received in these years have far exceeded their imagination, so how could they keep their hands on Long Aotian.

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe is indeed a monk in the late stage of Mahayana. Even with Long Wanrong joining, Leng Tianyue is still at a disadvantage, and he will undoubtedly lose after a long time.

"Hold him first, and wait for the big formation outside to activate to temporarily trap him." Long Wanrong sent a voice transmission to Leng Tianyue.

When Long Aotian was in contact with his cronies, they had already notified all the news they got to the True Dragon Hall, and everything today was well prepared.

Long Wanrong only pretended to leave the True Dragon Spirit City, but she had already quietly returned.

It's just that they didn't expect that the person Long Aotian was looking for was actually a yellow-robed middle-aged man who could rank among the top ten in the Blood Cloud Spiritual Realm.

If it wasn't for the fact that Leng Tianyue and Long Wanrong's Xuantian objects were both high-grade, they would have been defeated long ago.

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe also became more and more frightened as he fought. He was able to suppress these two people only by relying on his advanced cultivation, and he was full of greed for the mysterious things in their hands.

Regarding Long Aotian's death, he didn't feel any disturbance in his heart, as long as there is no Long Manli in the Real Dragon Spirit City, he can walk sideways.

It is only a matter of time before the two of them are beheaded by him, and by then all the mysterious things in their hands will be his.

Coupled with the endless resources of the entire True Dragon Spirit City, just thinking about it, the middle-aged man in the yellow robe felt a little excited.

It is rumored that Long Manli's husband can take out more than [-] pieces of Xuantian objects at one time, although they are only low-grade, maybe he also has a lot of high-grade objects.

What kind of person who descended from the fairyland, with his mediocre cultivation base, I will give him a soul search when the time comes, and all the opportunities will be my own.

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe kept moving his hands, but his mind was filled with more and more thoughts.

Suddenly, streams of light shot down from the sky, and as soon as the light touched the ground, it formed layers of halos and scattered towards the surroundings.

The scene in front of the middle-aged man in the yellow robe changed. Below is a sea of ​​lava and fire, and above is an upside-down iceberg and snow field.

With his cultivation base, this bit of restraining force can't hurt him at all.

He kept urging the magic formula in his hand, the surrounding space trembled, and cracks in space appeared, but they returned to their original state in an instant.

"Let's see how long you can last." The middle-aged man in the yellow robe snorted coldly, and his offensive became a little more swift and fierce.

The entire True Dragon Spirit City was shaken by the Great Tribulation of the Five Elements. Although the monks in the city were shocked, they did not panic.

They have also experienced many things that were unimaginable before.

More than 1 monks at the fusion stage, together with Leng Tianyue and Long Wanrong, are presiding over the formation, and the middle-aged man in yellow robe has already been sealed in it.

But the formation has been shaking, and it will be a matter of time before it is breached.

Leng Tianyue's face was a bit ugly, Long Manli's Five Elements Great Tribulation didn't know how long it would last, and there was no way to count on her now.

Suddenly her consciousness moved, and Lai Wuhen was running towards here.

Not long after, Lai Wuhen appeared in front of everyone: "Tianyue, let's use this formation again, it won't be a problem to trap him for ten or eight years."