Chapter 370: Chaos

When the sacred pillar of the fixed earth squeezed the fire veins of the earth, all the restrictions on the periphery of the shrine in the sea of ​​fire were broken, and all the peerless masters who were peeping in the open and secret rushed out.

The temptation of the ancient temple is absolutely unprecedented for the monks, knowing that even if the outer restrictions are broken, entering the temple is still dangerous, and it can't be controlled so much.

All monks above the Yuxu realm seemed to be crazy.

In the shrine shrouded in sunlight, the treasure is soaring to the sky, it is hard to imagine how many ancient treasures are stored in it, and all the monks' eyes are red.

In the well-preserved shrine, there is absolutely no shortage of treasures, or ancient psychic weapons, or magical elixir that can make people reborn, and even ancient exercises and books.

Everything is something that monks dream of. For these things, all the cultivators did not hesitate to fight and sacrifice their lives to fight.

"Asshole, the Fire Cloud Palace of the Vulcan Child is mine. Who dares to enter I will kill him!" Laogui shouted loudly. At the same time, he opened the inner world and enveloped the ancient palace.

The immortal corpse appeared in front of the Six Dao Demon Lord instantly, and directly blasted out with a punch. The martial artist's true energy surged from his fist, and the bright forehead light illuminated the world and rushed toward the Six Dao Demon Lord.

"Drink!" Six Dao Demon Lord shouted, a head of blood dancing frantically, and the Heavenly Demon Sword in his hand slashed forward, and the **** sword light suddenly rushed for thousands of feet, splitting the strength of the fist like a violent wave, towards the immortal corpse general. The fist greeted him.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the Immortal Corpse General's right fist directly hit the thousand-zhang knife light, and the blood-colored knife light instantly shattered, turned into a little blood, and dissipated between the world.

The Immortal Corpse General is incomparably powerful, and the physical strength is even more unimaginable. It is unbelievable that the flesh can contend against the blade of the Heavenly Demon Blade.

Without any suspense, as powerful as the Six Dao Demon Lords, plus the Heaven Demon Sword, which is known as the world's No. 1 Demon Sword, was also punched back by the Immortal Corpse General.

The Immortal Corpse General was under the control of Laogui’s distraction, showing terrifying combat power. I saw him force back the Six Demon Lords with a punch, and then stretched out his left hand. The huge golden light palm stood in his palm. Condensed in the front, grabbed the middle-aged scribe who was about to rush into the temple.

The golden palm radiated a bright light, covering a world. Under the cover of the light palm, the void of one side was shaking violently, as if it was about to collapse and collapse, and the power of terror was mighty under the light palm.

"Damn it!" The middle-aged scribe yelled angrily, his voice was extremely old, inconsistent with his appearance, he only felt a powerful force rushing from behind, and suddenly enveloped himself.

There is a huge force that seals the void of one party and pulls himself backwards. The middle-aged scribes had no choice but to turn around and swing the purple-golden hammer, which was as large as a hill, and blasted toward the bare palm that was as large as a hill.

The purple-golden hammer that surrounded the purple electricity quickly zoomed in, and shook it with the bare palm of the Immortal Corpse General, the bare palm shattered, and the purple electricity danced wildly.

The golden palms turned into thousands of golden rays, like golden meteors, shooting out in all directions. The purple lightning was moving like a purple snake.

There were screams everywhere, and several nearby peerless masters who flew past Yukong and rushed straight to the shrine were suddenly penetrated by the golden light that burst through their bodies, and they were blasted into charcoal by purple lightning.

A few groups of bright light, wrapped in a few tiny silhouettes, rushed out of the destroyed body, and fled in all directions. Those were the Dao Ying of those peerless masters. Although their bodies were destroyed, the Dao Ying of the Origin God was immortal, so these people were not considered dead.

These hapless peerless masters, their bodies were destroyed and their bodies fell from the sky, but Dao Ying shattered his dantian in time and escaped. They have escaped the catastrophe of the destruction of form and spirit, and if they have the opportunity in the future, they will be able to take away a body and continue to practice.

The purple golden hammer flew back towards the middle-aged scribe, and quickly shrank. When he flew back to the middle-aged scribes, he changed to the size of a skull.

The battle between the demigods, even the remaining prestige vented, is enough to kill the peerless masters of the Yuxu realm.

All the peerless masters who rushed over, seeing this scene, couldn't help being frightened, as powerful as them, and as weak as a child in front of the demigod.

The peerless masters who were not affected by the mighty destructive power, avoided the demigods one after another, and rushed towards the palace suspended in the air.

The Immortal Corpse General, staring at the Six Dao Demon Lord and the middle-aged scribe, demonstrated powerful martial arts combat skills, and intercepted the Six Dao Demon Lord and the middle-aged scribe who wanted to enter the shrine.

However, the old Ku Rong Dao and the demon lord Huang Long did not encounter any obstacles and rushed into the divine palace.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise in the middle of the divine palace. The demon lord Huanglong shook the flag in his hand and broke the ban of a palace in an instant. Suddenly, a dozen divine rainbows rose into the sky.

The demon lord Huang Long stretched out his big hand, and he immediately took away some of the most dazzling treasures. He nodded with satisfaction, and did not take any other ancient treasures.

Those ancient treasures that the demon lord Huanglong couldn't see, turned into rainbows, and flew in all directions.

Those peerless masters who have not rushed into the shrine suddenly shouted, driving the escape light, casting spells, and heading toward the rainbow light, wanting to collect the ancient flies out of the shrine. treasure.

"Huh!", "Huh!", "Huh!"...

Dozens of rays of light cut through the sky, and immediately chased after the rainbow rays of the dozens of ancient treasures.

"Rumble..."

The powerhouse of the Taixuan Gate, driving the ancient altar, descended over the mountain, and a ball of fire shot up from the altar, and among the fire, nine three-legged golden birds hovered and danced.

The Chaoyang Taoist wearing the Nine Days Yaokong Golden Crow Burning Sky Robe stretched out his hand, and a flame-filled palm immediately rushed out, grabbing back a shining light that flew by.

Several figures rushed out of the altar one after another, chasing after the scattered Baoguang.

The sword repairman of the Guangcheng Immortal School also controlled the sword rainbow for the first time, intercepting the ancient psychic treasures that rushed out of the ancient temple.

Above the sky, the figures flickered and chaos became a mess, and even the peerless masters fought for the ancient treasures, directly fighting in the air. The brilliance of magical disillusionment, the aura of magic weapons, is constantly flickering.

Only the powerful monks above the imperial emptiness realm are qualified to take action. The monks on the ground, you can rise to the sky and join the fight for ancient treasures. Only those who stare at it are destined to be bystanders.

"It's so lively!" Gu Fei looked at the scene above the sky with cold eyes. He was not tempted by those Gubaos. He was completely a bystander.

"What are ancient psychic treasures? In my inner world, there is a mountain and river tripod." Gu Fei thought to himself that he has real treasures, and of course he has no interest in these so-called ancient psychic treasures.

Among the dozens of fast-moving figures in front of him, Gu Fei spotted the old man Shen Hongshi, the old monster of the Shang Qing sect, and the old man Luo Xiao from Guangcheng Immortal School.

"Roar! Take it for me!" Above the sky, the old tortoise stood on the shrine shrouded in sunlight and steaming with treasure, opening the inner world and shrouding it downward.

The flames of the earth were completely suppressed by the fixed divine pillar, and all the external restrictions were invalidated. It was the best time to collect the shrine.

"Boom..." The whole palace shook, slowly ascending towards the inner world of the old turtle, as if the one hundred thousand mountains were moving, very slowly, and it made people feel a strong sense of oppression.

Those peerless masters who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rush into the divine palace were shocked and flew away.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"...

There was a loud noise from the temple, and the old Ku Rong Dao and the demon lord Huanglong were attacking the central main palace in the temple, where the treasures were the most abundant, and it was definitely the place where the ancient fire gods stored their heavy treasures.

This piece of the remains of the ancient fire god, in the eyes of the earth's fire veins, has been tempered by the earth fire for endless years, brick by brick, all lingering Baohui, brick by tile, have become extraordinary.

The central main palace is magnificent and magnificent. It is the largest palace in this shrine and the most important place in the shrine. Here, the ancient Vulcan set a firm ban and sealed it.

The power of the seal is too strong. A huge multicolored mask envelops the central palace. If you don’t attack, this mask will become transparent and invisible, but once attacked, the mask will appear. Out.

The demon lord Huang Long struggled to shake the old remnant flag in his hand, shaking a party into the void, but he couldn't break the colorful mask.

Old Ku Rong stretched out his hand and directly photographed the ancient altar suspended above the mountain, and two figures rushed out of the altar.

"The head is here in person?" Gu Fei is no stranger to the two figures rushing out of the altar. One of them is actually the head of the Taixuan Sect, Taoist Xuantian.

Another handsome middle-aged man wearing a cyan Dao robe, but it is precisely to venture into the Far North Demon Territory to find his Dan Chenzi uncle.

The ancient altar shrank quickly and rushed into the shrine.

Old Ku Rong jumped onto the altar and squeezed the method. The runes on the altar lit up, and the spirits of heaven and earth began to converge towards the altar.

The ancient altar at the foot of Ku Rong Lao Dao revealed a brilliant light, and every rune seemed to come alive, revealing a wave of terrifying energy like a frenzy of anger.

Lao Dao controlled the altar and directly bombarded the colorful mask in the Central Shrine.

"Bump!" The colorful mask vibrated violently, but there was still no sign of breaking, and the ancient altar flew away by the force of the counter shock.

At this time, Laogui's inner world had enveloped the sky above the shrine. Old Ku Rong Dao and the demon lord Huanglong had no choice but to step on the altar, put away the remnant flag, and rushed out of the shrine.

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