Immortal and Demon Cultivation

When Ye Xiaochuan and others broke through the space barrier between heaven and earth and entered the mysterious space tunnel, the earth-shattering battle in Changbai Mountain tens of thousands of miles away was still continuing.

At this time, the three fox demon immortals Xiaobai, Xiaoqing and Xiaoyue also recognized the fierce ghost wrapped in black energy in front of them. It turned out to be Fairy Qingluan, the second generation disciple of the Cangyun Sect who was famous all over the world.

Qingluan was so talented and beautiful back then, Xiaobai and others naturally knew her. They never expected that Fairy Qingluan's soul had not been reincarnated. For the past four thousand years, it had been hidden in the Soul Gathering Soul of Zhanchen Sword. In the magic circle.

What surprised the three White Fox Immortals even more was not that Fairy Qingluan's soul reappeared in the world, nor was it that the fairy suddenly turned into a bloodthirsty and cruel evil spirit, but the four words she said.

Seven-star black crystal!

The white fox clan is the smartest among the beast monsters. Their natural perception far exceeds that of ordinary beast monsters and human cultivation masters.

The black energy that filled the sky and the ground, the bloodthirsty demonic devouring power, and the endless evil energy made these three fox fairies who had seen countless strong winds and waves look horrified.

Only the legendary Seven-Star Black Crystal can possess such powerful magic power.

Xiaobai's soft and charming expression showed a rare solemn look. She said in a low voice: "It was rumored that the ghost girl brought the Seven-Star Black Crystal back from heaven to the human world and gave it to the Shushan Sword Sect at that time. Later, after the destruction of Shushan, the Seven-Star Black Crystal and the Liuhe Mirror have been passed down among Su Dingtian's descendants. It wasn't until more than six thousand years ago that Su Qinglian, the last descendant of Su Dingtian, integrated the Seven-Star Black Crystal into the Chen-Zhan Divine Sword. It seems that not all of Su Qinglian's obsession with evil was true. It's Situ Feng's fault. He carries the evil spirit magic weapon of Seven Stars Black Crystal close to his body all day long. Even if he doesn't activate it, his character will be blackened by the Seven Stars over many years.

Crystal's bloodthirsty demonic power infected her. Xiaoyue's saliva was almost drooling, and she said: "The Seven-Star Black Crystal is a heavenly weapon. After it was refined by the Ghost Immortal, it has become invincible in the three realms. In terms of bloodthirsty demonic power, only the ghost clan aliens from Southern Xinjiang obtained by the Evil God back then The Precious Blood Soul Essence can compete with it. As for the exotic treasure that can directly compete with the Blood Soul Essence, it seems that only the Bing Xin Qi Hua on that dead girl Xiaochi can barely do it. Back then, Yang Zhaodi relied on the Bing Xin Qi Hua to block the Seven Star Black Crystal. The bloodthirsty demonic power. If this kind of rare treasure is passed down, it will only poison the world. I think it is better for the three of us to snatch it and suppress it in this Tianchi.

After all, it can be regarded as a meritorious deed! "

What she said was righteous and awe-inspiring, but looking at the way her eyes were shining and she was drooling, it was probably true that saving the world was a lie, and that she wanted to take it for herself.

Xiaoqing rolled her eyes and said: "Xiaoyue, you are so greedy that you swallow the elephant like a snake. Can you control the seven-star black crystal? Don't damage your ten thousand-year foundation."

Yun Qiyou ignored the three fox fairies beside her who were having a heated discussion about the Seven-Star Black Crystal. She subconsciously took a few steps forward, staring intently at the fierce battle not far away.

The Zhan Chen Divine Sword has been with her for more than ten years, and she has always thought that she is the person who knows Zhan Chen best in the world and the only one who can control Zhan Chen.

At this moment, she realized that she didn't understand Zhan Chen at all, and she couldn't even exert Zhan Chen's true power.

Fairy Qingluan is just a soul and has no body. Even if she turns into a vicious spirit, her power cannot be given to a human cultivator to compete head-on, let alone the person opposite is the Qingying girl who has a profound knowledge of heaven and earth.

However, Fairy Qingluan does not have the upper hand in this battle, especially when she broke the golden body of the Buddha condensed by Qingying Girl. Everyone could see clearly that she had the upper hand.

Yun Qiyou knew that this was not the power of Fairy Qingluan, but the power of the Chen-Zhan Divine Sword.

The terrifying power displayed by the Zhanchen Divine Sword at this moment was something Yun Qiyou had never dared to imagine before. In the field, Qingying was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, chanting the deafening Great Sun Tathagata Mantra. Fairy Qingluan wielded the Chenchen-Zhanping Divine Sword and attacked Qingying several times. As a result, the layer of energy protection surrounding Qingying's body The shield, the defense power is simply outrageous, facing the terrifying devouring of the seven-star black crystal

The demon power was actually completely motionless.

Seeing that the attack was unbreakable, Fairy Qingluan immediately changed her tricks.

She was also singing Sanskrit. Different from the Buddhist mystical sounds sung by Qingying Fan, Fairy Qingluan’s Sanskrit singing didn’t seem to be upright and upright at all like the Cangyun Sect’s skills. Instead, every word had a strange aura and sounded strange. Like a hungry ghost chewing bones, the clicking sound was extremely harsh.

As her sharp Sanskrit chant sounded, the black energy of the Chen-Zhan Divine Sword surged. It was as if at this moment, this immortal weapon in the minds of the world turned into the blade of the god of death. In just a moment, a monstrous amount of energy surged. The black air filled an area of ​​nearly a hundred feet.

This place is located on the edge of Tianchi. It is summer and the grass and trees are lush. However, once the black air touches the grass and trees, the flowers, plants and trees will quickly wither.

The dense black air with a radius of a hundred feet firmly entrenched Qingying within it, making her figure invisible at all.

The powerful devouring power made it impossible for the spiritual consciousness of Yun Qiyou and others who were watching the battle to penetrate.

Loud noises came from the black air, causing the black air to roll like a dragon, but it was impossible to see clearly what was happening inside.

Time passed bit by bit, the black gas rolled more and more violently, and the rumbling sound became more and more frequent. Yun Qiyou couldn't help but want to sense the sword of Zhanchen with her mind, but unfortunately, when Zhanchen fell into the hands of Fairy Qingluan, Yun Qiyou lost control of Zhanchen. No matter how she sensed, she didn't feel the blood connection, as if the sword of Zhanchen had evaporated in the world.

The huge black gas enveloped Qingying for about an hour. Just when everyone was impatient, a weak strange light slowly shot out from the center of the black gas and slowly broke through the shackles of the black gas.

That strange light was very strange. It was not golden, but light yellow, and it was also entangled with a Taoist Xuanqing light.

The tiny light seemed as weak as an ant in front of the huge black gas, but the light was always condensed and did not disperse.

Just when everyone was puzzled, another tiny strange light shot out from the terrifying black gas.

Then the third, the fourth...

In just a few breaths, thousands of tiny rays of light, like the Milky Way bursting its banks, penetrated the black air and gradually gathered into huge columns of light.

Under the impact of these columns of light, the black air was soon riddled with holes and shattered.

"Impossible!" A sharp whistle came from the gradually weakening black air. Full of anger, full of despair, full of unwillingness!