"Haha, so many innate spiritual treasures"! A Daluo Golden Immortal Great Perfection Cultivator who was injured by the recoil force and bleeding from his seven orifices laughed wildly and rushed forward to the treasure cliff.

Just as he grabbed the innate spiritual treasure, he seemed to hear a cry from afar, "Be careful!"

A ray of light suddenly burst out around the innate spiritual treasure. The seriously injured monk was instantly penetrated, and the broken soul screamed and was also submerged.

"You can't live without committing your own evil!" The Primitive Taoist sarcastically said, "If you have the fate to obtain the innate spiritual treasure, the entire Fenbao Cliff has been sacrificed and refined into a world full of restrictions. If you don't go through the test, you won't want to get the treasure from it."

Haotian looked solemn, and the purple light in his eyes kept beating, as if the world of heaven was destroyed and reborn, he nodded and responded: "If the expected one is not bad, the rules of the heaven and earth of the Fenbao Cliff have been forcibly reversed, and the gravity magic power is extremely terrifying. No one can fly. What's even more terrifying is that the prohibition can actually suppress the soul. We can get into it and cannot rely on the magic power at all."

Hearing this, Donghuang Taiyi and others extended the power of the soul to the front of the Fenbao Cliff, and vaguely felt the distorted space interface, all of whom looked shaking, "What a terrible power of restraint, it was definitely the work of a saint!"

The treasure energy surged into the sky on the Fenbao Cliff. Facing the dazzling array of spiritual treasures, the immortals could not resist the temptation. The ancestor Kunpeng laughed wildly, rolled up gusts of wind, and climbed up hundreds of meters in a blink of an eye, and took away a low-grade innate spiritual treasure.

"Everyone, that guy is so powerful that he deserves to die. If the strong spiritual treasure gets it, I will be welcome..." The arrogant voice of the ancestor Kunpeng came from afar, and the gravity restriction that made everyone feared seemed to be ineffective.

"Quick, don't let him rob..."

"Be careful, first sacrifice the defensive fairy treasure to avoid being caught..."

Many strong men looked at each other, and the colorful protective covers slowly rose to the sky and rushed towards the Fenbao Cliff.

Even the great immortal Zhenyuan, who had always been extremely calm, had his eyes flashed, and he instantly put the yellow orange earth book on his head and laughed: "The demon master is indeed extraordinary, let's see my magical powers - the end of the world!"

I saw his fairy clothes fluttering, and he took a leisurely step. The space confined by boundless rules seemed to be pulled by some kind of traction, and he automatically gave up a great way for him. In just one step, he caught up with the ancestor Kunpeng.

"It's so amazing. Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi's control of the power of the world makes us ashamed. Everyone, let's take action too." Taoist Zhunti smiled and patted his forehead. He opened the way with a demon-subduing pestle and quickly rushed towards the Fenbao Cliff.

"Good!", the quasi-saints did not show weakness, and they all used their means.

The prohibitions around the Fenbao Cliff suppress the soul to the greatest extent. Even if they are quasi-saints, the power of the soul that can be used here cannot exceed that of the immortals, let alone others. The gravity magic power is produced by squeezing the world, and ordinary immortals and gods cannot fight against it at all.

The more you climb up, the more terrifying the gravity, the weaker the soul, and the more difficult it is to break the level and protection formation of the spiritual treasure. At this moment, the only thing you can rely on is the Tao body. Fortunately, all the immortals are ancient sacred, with extraordinary talents, extraordinary birth, and strong Tao body. Otherwise, it would be difficult to survive, let alone collecting the innate spiritual treasures above.

There are thousands of spiritual treasures on the Fenbao Cliff. Some monks knew that they were not strong enough, so they did not rush to move forward, but focused on the spiritual treasures in front of them. Even if everyone could avoid them, there was inevitably a fight. The poor golden immortal had no magical powers and eventually turned into ashes like a mortal.

The powerful quasi-saint, either relying on magic weapons or using magic techniques, does not forget to continue to move upward while collecting spiritual treasures. Above the vast sea of ​​clouds, the unique bright light of the top-grade innate spiritual treasures can be vaguely seen.

Suddenly, a violent collision sounded, and everyone could not help but turn their eyes.

"It's him, the Three Spirits Taoist!" Haotian paused, but he saw the other party's origin.

But I saw two powerful Awakening Immortals standing on both sides of a simple magic sword. One, his whole body was covered in snow clothes, and even his hair was silver. The three-color spiritual sword in his hand trembled slightly. Every time he shook, the atmosphere of the space became a little more serious. The other, wearing animal skin, with two horns on his head, and his body was strong. Each pore could change the distribution of spiritual energy around him.

"That is the Emperor Wangsheng, the strongest man known as the quasi-saint. It is rumored that he is hidden in the underground world, and his true strength is immeasurable!" A few immortal gods trembled a little.

"What do you know? It is rumored that the Three Spirit Taoist once passed through the Devil Desert belt with one sword, and even the Panwang of the Southern Xinjiang was polite to him." The monk next to him was obviously more optimistic about the Three Spirit Taoist in white.

A moment later, the Sanling Taoist suddenly chuckled, "But that's it."

"Arrogant! I tore you!" The burly man was furious when he heard this, and his whole body was covered with a layer of barbarian armor. His fierce aura was churning. The domineering power made the space constantly twist and reconcile, making a harsh sound.

At this moment, the divine sword in the hand of the San Ling Taoist raised up slightly, and a strange sword-shaped rune quietly appeared between his forehead, as if the heaven and earth were changing, and everyone felt like they fell into a strange environment, where the scenery was beautiful and the jungle was dense. Suddenly, the sharp sword energy swept from all directions, and the originally vibrant flowers, plants and trees lost their color. Even the sun, moon and stars were shrouded in death, dimly. The heaven and earth seemed to exist, and the only one that appeared in my heart was a sword, a sword flashing with three-color halos.

It seemed to cross infinite space and time, shuttle between virtual and real, instantly penetrated the purple palace of Emperor Wangsheng at an unparalleled speed, and burst out billions of tiny sword lights, shattering its soul and body into pieces.

Silence! Daluo Juexian was killed instantly! Shocked! Unbelievable!

The sudden change shocked all the monks. At this time, except for awe, there was no other look. Even the quasi-saint powerful man in the distance raised his eyebrows and murmured: Rules!

Ignoring everyone's eyes, the San Ling Taoist just nodded to Haotian, and then sang a song: "I am born in the vast world, I walk among the mountains and rivers, laugh at me as a demon and ghost dance, and my eyebrows are cold and desperate in the sky..."
Chapter completed!