Hearing Mu Qingxuan's words, the other Xuantiangong disciples were all taken for granted. Obviously they knew the news a long time ago.
But Cao Yunxi opened his eyes wide, with an incredible look on Qiao's face, thinking that there was an auditory hallucination.
Although Ye Fan next to him was calm on the surface, there was a huge wave in his heart.
Even Lin Tatian, who had been keeping his eyes closed for meditation, opened his eyes abruptly, and there was a sparkle in his eyes.
Mu Qingxuan's words were too shocking.
Collect burial sword?
How is this possible?
You know, the owner of this burial sword is named Kaitian Daojun, who is a nine-fold powerhouse.
A second-rank sect like Xuantian Palace, but it has an ordinary tribulation powerhouse.
And the nine-fold powerhouse of Cross Tribulation is enough to be comparable to the true immortal Qingming of the Yunhai Immortal Gate, or the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty. Throughout the entire Big Dipper galaxy, they are among the best. Respect.
Is such a personal sword of a pinnacle powerhouse a common product?
A few months ago, Lord Kaitian Dao and the ancestor of the green robe turned upside down, and even caused turbulence in time and space, and Ye Fan had to fall to the Fire Spirit Star because of this.
And the burial sword also spanned a distance of three hundred light-years, and inserted into the sun impartially.
Today, the ancestor of the green robe, Yuanshen, blew himself up and died. I am afraid that Lord Kaitiandao was also seriously injured.
Because of this, many sects on Tianshu Star were ready to move, and they started this magic weapon.
This sacred burial sword was made by the day and night of the Kaitian Sword Lord. It was contaminated with the breath of the nine-fold powerhouse of Crossing Tribulation.
If it can be surrendered, it is enough to make the entire sect's power to a higher level.
Before, Ye Fan felt strange, how could a soaring selection meeting be alarming such a powerful person as the fifth elder.
In this way, nine out of ten five elders came at the burial sword.
...
As the Colorful Treasure Boat continued to approach the sun, the formation of the Treasure Boat's shell was urged, and countless mysterious talismans floated out to resist the scorching breath.
This is so, all the disciples of Xuantian Palace inside Baozhou felt the unprecedented heat and sweat.
Although this colorful treasure ship is extremely mysterious, it can shuttle between stars and break through the atmosphere of the planet, but it cannot touch Perseverance.
Like this round of the sun, the surface temperature is tens of thousands of degrees, and the central position is as high as tens of millions of degrees.
Not to mention ordinary people, even a strong like Mu Qingxuan, the saintess, would not dare to take personal risks, and would be melted and vanished in an instant.
Because of this, there is only one person who will collect the God Burial Sword this time, the Five Elders.
When there were hundreds of miles away from the sun, the colorful treasure boat suddenly stopped.
There are also several starry sky sword boats around, also floating in the universe, and the Colorful Treasure Boat will arrive one step earlier.
"Humph!"
The fifth elder snorted and said to himself: "It seems that the sects of Jianyun Jianzong and Longyin Palace are also planning to bury the sacred sword, but they are destined to go for nothing!"
"Fifth elders, if these sects are united together, it is not a small force, it is better for me to go with you!" Mu Qingxuan said.
"No! Saint, you haven't stepped into the realm of God Transformation. Even if you cross the void with a spiritual weapon, you won't be able to maintain it for long. It is enough to have an old body alone! Those young people are doomed to return without success!"
With that said, the fifth elder left the colorful treasure boat from the passage, transformed into a flying rainbow, and appeared in the deep and boundless universe in an instant.
The whole body of the five elders is wrapped in a layer of qi, shining brightly, like a god.
Even if the monks are in a vacuum environment, they can survive.
"Huh!"
"Huh!"
"Huh!"
At this moment, several changhongs shot out from the sword boats in the starry sky.
Among them are Shen Muhua of the Shocking Cloud Sword Sect, the elders of Longyin Palace, and the cultivators of other major sects.
Apart from recruiting disciples, their main goal when they came to Huo Ling Xing this time was this burial sword.
"This burial sword, we Xuantian Palace wants it, you all retreat!" The Fifth Elder said loudly, with an extremely overbearing tone.
"Haha..." Shen Muhua of the Shocking Cloud Sword Sect let out a chuckle, and said: "The God Burial Sword is the sword of Lord Kaitian Sword. When did it become something of the Xuantian Palace!"
"Everyone is here to fight for the treasures, each with their own ability, life and death!" The elder of Longyin Palace also said loudly.
"Yes! Why listen to you Xuantian Palace!"
"Xuantian Palace is indeed a second-rank sect, which is superior to all beings, but you alone are not enough to convince everyone!"
The strong of the major sects do not buy the account of the five elders at all.
And even though they are separated from each other by a certain distance, their eyes are pierced directly at the fifth elder, as if they have an invisible tacit understanding, temporarily forming an offensive and defensive alliance.
There is no doubt that the strongest person in the field is the fifth elder of Xuantian Palace, who has the power of transforming the gods into the seventh rank.
If it is single-handed, the strong from other sects are not her opponents at all.
Because of this, they absolutely cooperate first to deal with the five elders, and then fight separately.
"Ridiculous! Really afraid that you won't make it?"
The five elders sneered, ready to use the domain at any time.
...
At this moment, behind everyone, there was an evil voice:
"Huh! A group of tiny ants also want to bury the magic sword, it is absurd!"
As soon as the voice fell, a tall, lonely, and unruly figure appeared in the eyes of everyone.
Looking into the distance, it was a 35-year-old man wearing a brocade robe with extremely sharp eyebrows and extremely sharp facial features, like a knife.
This person has a long knife in his arms, and the whole person burst out with a sharp aura, as if blending with the long knife in his arms.
Although the long sword did not come out of its sheath, nor did it reveal its blaze or the meaning of the sword, many cultivators in the field looked at the sword and had a strong hunch in their hearts
As long as this knife is out of its sheath, it may be able to cut off its own head, no matter how powerful a monk, it is impossible to escape the power of a knife.
This feeling is like an animal in nature, when encountering a natural enemy, it is instinctively afraid.
"Evil Blade, Yan Jingfeng!"
The fifth elder of Xuantian Palace recognized the identity of the person who came, and exclaimed, his voice trembling.
"Oh my God! This is the legendary evil knife that kills without blinking?!"
Hearing this name, the many cultivators next to him showed a of a ghost expression. They backed back and trembled in fright, looking at the figure in front of them with extremely horrified eyes.
For Huo Lingxing and other monks of lower planes, Evil Blade Swallow Frightened Wind, I am afraid it is a very strange name.
But to the monks of Tianshu Star, this name is thunderous and powerful.
Yan Jingfeng seems to be only 35 or 6 years old, but his true age is probably hundreds of years old.
In the realm of cultivating immortals, the weak eat the strong and the strength is the respect.
But sects like Xuantian Temple, after all, prided themselves on being righteous and would not be too perverse and violent, or at least they would be afraid of face.
Yan Jingfeng is different!
Since he can be dubbed the "evil sword", it can be seen that his acting style is sinister and cunning, evil spirits are awe-inspiring, murderous, without the slightest mercy.
Such a person cannot be inferred by common sense.
It is said that Yan Jingfeng was originally the sword training of the Daxia imperial family. More than a hundred years ago, he was wanted because he had learned an underground magical power from the imperial family.
However, all the royal guards who went to kill Yan Jingfeng died in his hands, and there was no one to survive, which shows his strength.
What's more important is that after so many years of impunity, Yan Jingfeng has not been arrested, and his strength has been raised to the realm of the Ninth Transformation of God!
Nine turns of God, immortality, longevity soaring for thousands of years.
Even in a higher plane like Tianshu Star, the True Immortal Crossing Tribulation is very rare, one of the billions.
The True Immortal Crossing Tribulation only exists among the first and second rank forces. They retreat all year round, practice with great concentration, pursue the limits of martial arts, and rarely move around outside.
Because of this, the prestige of the True Immortal Crossing Tribulation is not as great as the powerhouse of the Ninth Rank Transformation God.
For example, most of the most famous people on the pivot stars today are the powerhouses of the Ninth Transformation God!
For example, Lin Tatian's father Wu Sheng Lin Xuan, such as Jingyun Jianzong's master sword Wuchen, and the evil sword Yan Jingfeng before him.
...
Seeing the appearance of the Evil Sabre Swallow Frightening Wind, the many transformation cultivators in the field all looked bitter and trembling.
The fifth elder of Xuantian Palace, who was originally a "public enemy of the whole people", also immediately changed his camp and watched Yan Jingfeng vigilantly with the others.
"Stab!"
Suddenly, Yan Jingfeng’s eyes were like electricity, and electric glows were born in the vacuum. They scanned everyone one by one, and said coldly: "The God Burial Sword, it’s mine! Give you ten breaths, get out of here immediately, or kill nothing amnesty!"
His voice is extremely domineering, and he does not give anyone any chance of rejection.
For this burial sword, Yan Jingfeng is determined to obtain it. If he can comprehend the sword intent left by the Kaitian Sword Lord, he is very likely to break through the bottleneck and become the true immortal of Crossing Tribulation.
Suddenly, the elder of Longyin Palace took a step forward and said loudly:
"Senior Yan, your supernatural powers, unparalleled swordsmanship, are the objects of our admiration! However, the treasure is alive, choose its owner of your own choosing! We can't come all the way from far, so we can't make a trip in vain, it's better—"
When the elder of Longyin Palace was halfway talking, his voice stopped abruptly, standing still as if he had been petrified, unable to move.
"Huh? What's going on?"
His strangeness made everyone focus on the past.
At the next moment, an extremely horrifying scene appeared in everyone's sights
A red blood line appeared in the center of the elder of Longyin Palace.
From the Tianling Gai above the head, all the way down, through the face door, throat, chest, lower abdomen...
"Fuck!"
After a few seconds, his body was divided into two parts, separated to the left and right.
The blood gushes out like a fountain, and the internal organs and intestines are also floating in the universe, because there is no gravity, they are constantly floating.
If ordinary people see this scene, I am afraid they will spit out the food overnight.
Make a clean break, and God will die!
...
"hiss!"
A few seconds later, the fifth elder of Xuantian Palace, Jingyun Jianzong Shen Muhua and others all sucked in air-conditioning, and their bodies were shocked like an electric shock.
They didn't even see how Yan Jingfeng made the sword, and the evil sword didn't seem to leave the scabbard.
However, the death of the elder of Longyin Palace is an indisputable fact.
With a slash like a ghost, it easily killed a cultivator of the transformation of the gods.
If Yan Jingfeng resorted to such invisible and invisible sword techniques, he might be able to kill all the monks in the arena in an instant.
Thinking of this, everyone's scalp numb, cold sweat.
The God Burial Knife was precious, but even if they used their a hundred courage, they would not dare to be an enemy of Yan Jingfeng.
"Senior Yan, let's retreat now!" Shen Muhua said loudly, then stepped back without looking back, preparing to return to the Starry Sky Sword Boat.
Other cultivators have followed suit.
As for the five elders of Xuantian Palace, no matter how unwilling they were in their hearts, they could do nothing.
Within the colorful treasure boat.
Although it was a long distance away from the real battlefield, Ye Fan also witnessed the supreme demeanor of Evil Sabre Yan.
With Ye Fan's current strength, there is a world of difference between Yan Jingfeng.
Even if he borrowed Wei Lao's power, he was definitely not Yan Jingfeng's opponent, so he didn't dare to shoot the burial sword.
At this moment, in the vast universe in the distance, there was a burst of domineering laughter:
"Ahahaha... Yan Jingfeng, who said that this burial sword is yours? Others are afraid of you, I am not afraid of you, Huo Juechen!"
