"Is your sect called Xuejian Sect? Look at this formation, there are some tricks. Let's do this. I just came to this world and need manpower. You can be my subordinates. There will naturally be something for you to do later!"

A faint voice came from the agarwood jade chassis. This voice was very young, but it had a majesty that could not be violated. It seemed to be the emperor's order, with golden words and jade words. When he spoke, several airflows condensed into golden dragons in the void, buzzing and singing. Such a mighty and shocking.

Wang Gan hid in the dark, and his heart was shocked.

"This guy was so arrogant and arrogant. He wanted to make the entire sect surrender to his hands. This was a naked domineering behavior. I want to see what the Snow Sword Sect is doing."

Sure enough, Xue Jian Zhenren's old face suddenly turned red and then dark, with blue veins on his forehead beating, and the huge heart beats like several sharp swords, shaking the void.

He was really angry and angry. He was a sect leader. He could not bear it when he heard such words.

"Who is the rat, hiding his head and showing his tail? Do you think that the thousands of years of inheritance of my Xuejian Sect is a joke? It's a joke to make me surrender with just one word!"

The sound waves were huge, and a dazzling sword light, with a thick edge, covering the sky and the sun, spreading across the void. The old man Xuejian instantly formed a world of ice and snow, which was cold and cold, with deep murderous intent. The snowflakes, like billions of small swords, emitted cold light, tearing and cutting the air, making a sound, spreading thousands of miles at any time.

At the same time, monks rose from the Snow Sword Gate, and big swords were stepping under their feet. The sharp aura burst out everywhere, extremely sharp. More than a dozen breaths rose into the sky, and everyone's heads were filled with halos, and the sword energy soared into the sky. Obviously, they all had cultivated the soul and were great monks in the realm of Transformation of Gods. [

These people are the elders and guardians of the Xuejian Sect, and are the backbone of a sect. At this time, all of them have sharp eyes and hidden murderous intent, and they are stunning to kill with swords at any time.

"Rareless, the Thirteenth Prince wants to accept you as his subordinates. What a glory this is. You are here to do it now, and your future achievements are limitless. Are you really ungrateful?"

The beautiful woman in purple clothes took a step forward, with purple mist under her feet and the fierce sword energy around her could not pose any threat to him, showing her powerful cultivation, her tone, and her eyes were cold.

Zhenren Xue Jian was furious, shouted loudly, and pointed his hand, and there was a lot of sword energy, like the waves of the sea, assassinating over crazily. The void collapsed along the way, forming a vacuum. His target was the agarwood chasing crushed in the air.

Snowflakes are fluttering, and each snowflake is condensed by sword magic power. It is solid and sharp, and can cut mountains and destroy the great mountains. It is definitely a means to transform the gods.

"Oh, I am indeed a terrifying landlady in the small world. I probably don't know the majesty of my Thirteenth Prince."

A faint sigh sounded in the agarwood jade, and then a crystal-like finger stretched out through the bead curtain. In the roar, the essence of heaven and earth within a radius of thousands of miles boiled, and was strongly summoned, and was swallowed in the blink of an eye and merged into the finger.

A huge finger, glittering golden light, with mysterious texture imprinted on it, pressing towards the void.

"My ancestor dragon is just a small magical power. You can feel my power. If you can take it, I will turn around and leave. Your sect will exist for a while, otherwise you will surrender."

The faint voice of the Thirteenth Prince was conveyed from the jade chasing. At the same time, his fingers expanded in the void, and the dragon roared in the sky, like an ancestor dragon with thick scales. Each texture was imprinted with a mysterious aura, full of power, which could crush the sky and destroy the earth.

The snowflakes fluttered, the sword lights were thousands of times, and the thirteenth prince rushed over with a finger.

This scene was grand and terrifying, and shocking. Wang Gan was hiding in the gap in the surrounding void, his eyes blooming with his brilliance, staring at the confrontation.

collapse!

The ancestor dragon roared heavily and crushed ahead. The vast snowflake sword light of the real person of Snow Sword attacked and killed frantically, like a ten thousand years of ice and snow territory, with Taoist rhymes permeated and cold and solemn, and it was also an ancient and powerful sword magical power. However, in an instant, the ancestor dragon crushed and collapsed. The entire snowflake sword light was directly crushed and broken inch by inch. The Taoist rhyme and divine laws contained in it were constantly shattered.

Two breaths, just two breaths, the large piece of sword light completely collapsed. Only an ancestor dragon formed by fingers in the void absorbs essence, has great strength, is old and vast, and is truly like an ancient ancestor dragon coming, destroying the world, and breaking chaos.[

The magical power of Xue Jian Zhenren was broken, and he spit out a mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth, his face pale as snow. He was really shocked.

"How is this possible? My Ice and Snow Sword Sutra has already practiced the eighth level of realm. I can only achieve immortal realm by just a little while. I truly understand the true meaning of ice and snow. I have changed a lot for billions of years and will eventually return to the Ice and Snow Era. This is the ancient charm of the great way. How could you destroy my sword magical powers so easily?"

Xue Jian Zhenren muttered to himself at first, but then he shouted wildly, as if he was crazy. This is what his Taoist heart was deeply hit. What he had always insisted on was easily broken by someone. This kind of blow, the more advanced the cultivator, the more uncomfortable it would be. If he could not get out of this shadow, the Taoist heart would be completely broken and his cultivation would not be able to improve from then on. For a monk, it would be even more uncomfortable than death.

The jade chassis in the air shook slightly, and a dazzling golden light shot out and landed on the forehead of Xue Jian Zhenren. He was shocked all over, and the sword light flashed in his eyes, and he woke up completely.

"This is the soul-suppressing liquid. Your Taoist heart is damaged and must be repaired, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable."

The Thirteenth Prince sighed, like the spring breeze and rain, the domineering aura just now disappeared instantly, and the tension in the entire Snow Sword Mountains collapsed instantly.

This method is simply to turn your hands into clouds and rain.

Xue Jian Zhenren's face was complicated, and his expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness were changing on his face, and he was obviously very uneasy.

All this happened too quickly and did not give anyone a chance to react. The master of Xue Jian Zhenren, the snow sword in his hand, was sharp and powerful. He was a first-class person among the monks in the realm of God Transformation. However, when he confronted the Thirteenth Prince, he was defeated in the blink of an eye, and even the heart of Tao was hurt. In the end, it was a drop of spiritual liquid that eliminated hidden dangers. This situation was beyond anyone's imagination.

A group of elders of the Xuejian Sect were originally full of momentum, and their souls were emitting a ray of light. They were always ready to kill the arrogant guys in front of them to protect the mighty and evil spirits of the Xuejian Sect. Now they all calmed down. The boiling blood was poured with tens of thousands of pounds of cold water, and they stopped. The horror in their hearts could not be stopped.

"Who is this person? I can also see his cultivation level. In the realm of transformation, there is absolutely no supreme immortal aura. Why is the magical powers and magic powers so powerful that the true sect of the sect is not his one-union enemy?"

"A talented person, where is this person a peerless genius? He has a superb combat power and can fight beyond his level!"

Several elders with gray beards and sharp eyes, their wrinkled skin kept trembling, and their spiritual sense flowed in secret, and they exchanged views.

"How is it? I'll give you a stick of incense to consider it. If you don't surrender then, as a prince, I also have thundering means. At that time, I will use the powers and prohibitions to refine you all into slaves, and I can still serve me."

The thirteenth prince's voice penetrated through the jade chasing again, and he had just defeated Xue Jian Zhenren casually. The power side was really intimidating.

The senior monks of the Xuejian Sect frowned suddenly and their eyes flashed, obviously they were trying to consider the gains, losses, life and death.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet in the sky of the Snow Sword Mountains. There was a storm that was about to come and the wind filled the building. No one would suspect that the mysterious Thirteenth Prince had the means of poverty, and could kill people at any time, and used mysterious restrictions to refine people into slaves, and was driven by him throughout his life.

Not to mention the thoughts of these people, Wang Qian was carefully hidden in the gap in the void, and did not dare to show any breath, for fear of being discovered by the Thirteenth Prince and his group of people, but he was amazed in his heart. This Thirteenth Prince, with a domineering and diverse means, was truly a heroic figure. His ability to grasp the rhythm of the situation has reached a perfect level. It is obviously that he has been in a high position for a long time, and has been fully cultivated to control the intrigue.

When compared with the thirteenth prince, Wang Qian found that he really had no other people's methods. He always acted straightforwardly, relying on his own strength to dominate the world and conspired to conspire on others, which was much weaker than that.

"This is also the difference between my status and his status, and the magical powers and mysteries of practice are also very different. I am afraid that such a method can be used to temper my mind."

I secretly thought about it in my heart, no longer thought about it, and quietly watched the situation develop.

In the blink of an eye, the five huge dragons began to burst out with wild and cruel auras, like a group of peerless ferocious beasts, who would suddenly kill people at any time. Even in the luxurious jade chasing, a palpitationary aura began to appear.

The face of Xue Jian Zhenren was shaking. With his primordial sensitivity, how could he not see that this mysterious Thirteenth Prince would have to take action in the next moment. If one is not good, his Xue Jian Sect will end up being cut off. Thousands of years of inheritance may be ruined by his own hands. As for escaping, he just thought about it and cut off this idea. It was really that this Thirteenth Prince was too mysterious and had poor means. Moreover, there were many murderous intents hidden in the void around the Xue Jian Mountains, and he didn't know what others did in secret.
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