Chapter 680: 　Three Great Soul Refining Realms

"Om."
Above the Great Wind Tower, the old ancestor of the Great Wind Tower, who had recovered his youthful appearance, finally no longer held any reservations this time. His breath bloomed for a moment, shattering all the clouds in the sky, and the entire Great Wind Tower boundary was shaking.
Faced with this power, no one can remain unchanged, and many people's souls are trembling.
this moment,
The power of the Soul Refining Realm was released without reservation.
"boom."
The heaven and the earth seemed to explode at this moment, and the murderous intent rushed towards Xiao Han in the huge fluctuation.
But Ye Yusheng, who was facing this mighty power frontally, was unmoved, learning the action of the tyrant sword to carry the killing on his shoulders, looking directly at the young figure above his head.
"Is this the Soul Refining Realm?"
He was unmoved, but his heart was extremely solemn.
The Soul Refining Realm, the real top powerhouse of this land, can disturb the situation with every move.
"boom!"
When the two confronted each other, the void suddenly trembled violently in the distance, and a magic cloud rushed from the west, vast and mighty. It did not know how many miles it spread, and it fell towards the wind tower. People are creepy.
In the dark cloud, a big hand came out, and the big hand covered with magic light looked like a hill and grabbed it.
"puff."
As I watched, dozens of Gale Tower martial artists were directly grabbed by this big hand, turned into blood mist, and their bodies and spirits disappeared.
"Magic Heaven."
The young ancestor of the Great Wind Tower looked cold, raised his hand and shot a wind dragon, blocking the second big hand that came out of the magic cloud, because this hand was aimed at Ye Yusheng.
"This is the site of my Gale Tower, you have crossed the boundary." said the ancestor of Gale Tower.
Below, all the demon martial artists salute the demon cloud: "See the ancestor."
That's right, this Mo Dongtian is the soul refining ancestor of the Momen, and he is also here.
The magic cloud rolled, and there was a cold killing sound: "Old madman, I only need Ye Yusheng today, and everyone else belongs to you, how about?"
"Zhengzheng!"
Just south, there was a sound of ancient music, the music was not soft at all, murderous like violent, music like the sound of swords, sonorous.
It was a white cloud, vaguely, sitting on it was a green shirt with white hair and white beard, like an old figure like a dust fairy.
What is clearly visible is that huge beams of light shot down, and the sound of the zither screams like waves destroying everything, overwhelming the sky.
This is an extremely terrifying sound of killing and killing, and Jin Ge falls with iron horse.
It was like a thousand horses galloping, endless evil aura swept down, and countless gale tower warriors were penetrated.
"Puff puff!"
The dead bodies in the sky are not only the strong wind tower warrior, but also the magic door warrior, torn apart in the endless killing and cutting air.
"Humph."
His killing caused dissatisfaction with the ancestors of Mo Dongtian and Dafeng Tower, and the sound of cold hum spread out and turned into sound waves to spread out, stopping the killing of Guzheng.
The old man above the clouds heard a voice: "The two are here to distribute the results, are they too far from my sword dynasty?"
"See Sword Master."
The sword dynasty warrior bowed to the old man with white hair and white beard.
The Soul Refining Realm powerhouse of the Sword Dynasty has also arrived.
"is it?"
A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the face of the ancestor of the Great Wind Tower, and then suddenly stretched out his hand downwards: "Then I will show you face."
"Roar!"
The two wind dragons suddenly flew out of the ancestors of the Great Wind Tower and rushed down. For a while, there were not many sword dynasty warriors under the wind dragon.
"clank!"
The sound of the Guzheng sounded again, and the rays of light washed away from the Guzheng and fell on the wind dragon, directly breaking the wind dragon to pieces.
"Old madman, what do you mean?" Murderous intent filled the face of the old man sitting high above the clouds.
"What do you mean?"
The ancestor of the Great Wind Tower sneered, and suddenly began to kill the Demon Martial Artist again. Dozens of the Demon Martial Artist burst into pieces below: "The two of you will take the blood sacrifice of my Dafeng Pagoda disciples.
This is a game between soul refining realms.
All people below are just their pawns. In their eyes, they can kill at will without entering the real soul, as long as they are not their own descendants.
Whether it is the magic door Mo Dongtian or the old man of the Sword Dynasty, the two shots also have the meaning of wanting to kill the warriors of the Gale Tower.
Since the three of them have all appeared, this farce is destined to end.
At this time, if the opponent's strength can be weakened, they will naturally not keep their hands.
The ancestor of Dafeng Pagoda didn't eat dry food either. He gave a tooth for a tooth and returned directly, leaving the two of them speechless.
how?
Not satisfied?
Either a battle?
The three of them secretly did not know how many battles they had fought, and no one could do anything about it. It was not the time to divide life and death.
"Forget it."
Mo Dongtian's voice came from the magic cloud: "I only need Ye Yusheng to be one person, and the others should have two points."
"joke."
The ancestor of the Great Wind Pagoda sneered and said: "Don't forget the two, this is the site of my Great Wind Pagoda. Going to this ancestor to divide up the warfare is good. It's not bad to have a bit of soup. Why? You still want to eat bones?"
Ye Yusheng is the bone, the others are just soup.
They believe that no matter who captures Ye Yusheng, they have the greatest possibility of obtaining Mobei's secrets. As long as they can go to the wasteland, they may break through the existing realm.
"Humph."
The old man of the Sword Dynasty snorted coldly: "What if this young man is going to be in this seat?"
His goal is also Ye Yusheng.
In this way, when the three of them refused to give in, they could only fall into a stalemate.
"Hey Hey hey!"
Standing among the three of them, Ye Yusheng was unhappy: "Are you using the little master as a trophy? Should you ask the little master's opinion?"
"Oh?"
The old man from the Sword Dynasty came with interest and looked at the young man below with an interesting expression: "Do you have any good suggestions for my little friend? Why not speak out and listen?"
"Or, would you like to go with me?"
"I don't think so, ask this little friend his opinion, how about who he is willing to go with?"
The sword dynasty old man thought of this most reasonable suggestion.
"..."
The ancestor of Dafeng Tower and Mo Dongtian were silent, and neither agreed nor disagree.
But they all looked at the boy in the middle, wanting to see what advice he could make.
"Ahem."
Ye Yusheng cleared his throat, glanced over the faces of the three of them one by one, and said with a smile: "Why don't you do this, you three fight a game, whoever wins the young master will go with whom, how about?"
"Ha ha."
The three sneered and gave him a contemptuous look.
It seems to be saying, the demo... I want the three of us to fight to the death, can you let it go?
"No way?"
Ye Yusheng touched his nose: "Since you disagree with the first proposal, let's listen to Xiaoye's second proposal."
Their conversations are like conversations between old friends, without the slightest sparkle. If it were not for the wrong occasion, no one would have guessed that the two sides were enemies of life and death.
"Talk about it?" the old man of the Sword Dynasty asked.
"How about... Xiaoye helped you and cut the three of you, so that there would be no uneven distribution of the spoils, how?"
how is it?