The world of self-cultivation has been ruined by me

At night, in front of Qianlingzong Mountain.

A beam of bright sword light suddenly shot up into the sky, and the dazzling light pierced the darkness.

The next moment, one after another spiritual consciousness spread over and saw the figure in the light.

It was a handsome young man in a white robe, his face was indifferent as if he had no emotion, and he exuded a sharp aura.

The most noticeable thing is the long sword in his hand that exudes bright light.

"Nine-pattern ancient real weapon? It's a pity that it's broken." A wave of divine consciousness came out.

"No, that's the top sub-immortal weapon with 81 patterns!" Another wave of consciousness fluctuated.

"what?"

As soon as the sound transmission of the spiritual consciousness fell, the surrounding spiritual consciousness fluctuated, and fairy swords emerged one after another, scanning carefully.

The nine sword patterns on the sword body are extremely conspicuous, and one-third of the first sword pattern is lit up, proving the master's cultivation in the later stage of foundation establishment.

With the reminder, many spiritual senses carefully looked at the lit sword pattern, only to find that the lit part looked like three small sword patterns.

"Hiss, it really is!"

With the discovery, looking at the entire sword pattern, it is clearly composed of nine small sword patterns, and each of the nine sword patterns on the sword body is the same!

The next moment, figures appeared around Su Li, looking at the fairy sword in his hand with fiery eyes.

At this moment, they had ignored the slight cracks on the sword body, and everyone was staring at the lines on it.

The sound of heavy breathing gradually sounded, and the temptation of the fairy sword made these Nascent Soul experts unable to hold back.

"I want this fairy sword." A domineering voice suddenly sounded, and then a burly figure suddenly appeared.

"Who released..."

Someone turned his head and looked over, and said angrily at the same time, but half of his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter it again.

The burly body, rough face, and monstrous devilish aura, all these features point to one person——the owner of the Dharma figure on Fulu Peak.

Nascent Soul Consummation Powerhouse Demon Rock!
"Have you asked me if you want it?" A voice suddenly sounded.

All the strong Nascent Souls turned their heads immediately, wanting to see who was so bold as to dare to confront the Demon Rock, but when they saw who came, they all understood.

"Hua Xiangtian, do you want to fight with me?" Mo Yan's eyes were filled with black light, and he stared at the person domineeringly.

"Hehe, this king is also here to intervene." Accompanied by soft and tender laughter, a charming young woman suddenly appeared.

The exquisite delicate body is looming in the light veil, and the delicate skin seems to be able to pinch water. With the delicate face, there is a kind of extreme temptation.

The hearts of many Nascent Soul powerhouses were shaken, and there was a long-lost restlessness, wishing to rush to the battlefield again and fight with that woman for hundreds of rounds.

"Monster..."

The next moment, everyone woke up one after another, horrified in their hearts, avoiding their eyes and not daring to look more.

"Cuckoo..."

Seeing the performance of the people around her, the enchanting young woman covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly, her voice was full of extreme temptation, which made people's hearts sway.

"Cough cough..."

At this time, a faint cough sounded, full of weakness, but overwhelmed the delicate smile.

The next moment, four figures appeared almost at the same time, and one of them was a hunchbacked old man covering his mouth and coughing, as if he was extremely weak.

The other three people, two men and one woman, were all middle-aged, and stood at the front line without showing any weakness, as if they were not afraid of a few Nascent Soul Consummation experts.

"People from the Four Extremes Sect."

Everyone recognized the identities of the four people, and they were relieved, and they were the only ones who could protest against Zhennanzong.

"Hehe, it's getting more and more lively." The enchanting young woman was interrupted by someone, she didn't get angry at all, instead she said with a smile: "It's just that there is only one fairy sword, how should so many people divide it?"

"What's so difficult about this, let's fight together, whoever can stand at the end will get the sword." Moyan said domineeringly.

No one paid any attention to this lunatic, what a joke, so many people fought in a melee, no one was sure to survive, so the fool agreed.

Seeing that no one spoke, Moyan snorted: "Since no one is willing to fight, the fairy sword belongs to me."

After finishing speaking, his body appeared in front of Su Li in a flash, and he reached out to grab the fairy sword in his hand.

Surrounded by so many people, he is not afraid of being outraged by the public, and the unscrupulousness of the demons is vividly displayed.

No one stopped it, even if Moyan got the fairy sword, he would only fall into the target of public criticism, and it was impossible to take it away.

Moreover, this young man dared to be so high-profile, obviously he had confidence, and it was just for Moyan to test his cards.

Don't look at Moyan's extremely impulsive performance, but this is only superficial. From his tense body, it can be seen that he is also guarding his surroundings.

Facing the oppression of the magic rock, Su Li's body gradually bent, but his face remained calm.

Seeing this scene, Mo Yan felt even more suspicious, but he didn't flinch, and continued to press down with his palm, but his secret vigilance increased again.

Seeing that Su Li's fairy sword was about to be taken away, suddenly a green bamboo flute appeared under Moyan's palm, and it tapped lightly.

Snapped.

It seemed to be just an ordinary bamboo flute, but Moyan's body trembled as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.

There was a look of horror in his eyes, the appearance of the bamboo flute showed no sign at all, it seemed that it was there originally, waiting for him to come.

What's even more frightening is that there was no fluctuation at all, just ordinary knocking, but it almost made his body fall apart, and he felt powerless all over.

Fortunately, the bamboo flute didn't continue to act, it seemed to be just a warning, Mo Yan felt a little relieved when he saw this, and after recovering a little mobility, he backed away instantly without the slightest hesitation.

The faces of the others were also full of solemnity. They all knew about the bamboo flute, but they didn't expect it to be so terrifying.

After all, Moyan is also a strong Nascent Soul Consummation, but he has no resistance in the face of the bamboo flute. Although there is a reason for the sneak attack, it is terrifying enough.

You know, the owner of the bamboo flute is not here!

"Half-step transformation into a god? Or..."

Everyone has no idea, but more doubts. When did such a strong man appear in Southern Border, but there is no news?
"This kind of strong man appeared in Southern Border, the ancestor will not let it go..." Hua Xiangtian raised his head to look at the sky, and whispered in his heart.

In the sky where no one can see, an old man with white hair and childlike face in a golden robe looked down at the top of Muhua Peak. His eyes seemed to cross a long distance, and met the white figure on the crystal floating platform.

"Strange, there seems to be no spiritual power in his body, it shouldn't be..."

The old man of the nursery rhyme believed that he was not mistaken, and no one could hide it from his eyes, but he would not believe that the white-haired man had no cultivation.

Are you kidding, a person with no cultivation base, plus an ordinary bamboo flute, can use the power of the world?
Possessing the power of the world is at least a half-step god-transforming powerhouse. Even judging from the white-haired man's proficiency in using it, he is very likely to have a complete world, that is, a god-forming powerhouse!
"Maybe the problem is on the bamboo flute?"

The old man with a childlike face turned his eyes to the bamboo flute, looked it over carefully, and gradually saw something.

"So that's how it is. The person puts all his emotions on the bamboo flute. Perhaps the bamboo flute is more suitable to be called a person, or his avatar."