The realm of the Golden Pill is still in the middle stage of the Golden Pill. Such masters oppressed the soul of the foundation-building cultivation, which made Wu Mingshuo and others pale and a dizzy feeling surged up.

"Buzz--"

With a light sound, a yellowish-colored screen rose on the body of Liu Changlong beside him, protecting everyone from Tianxia Pavilion.

However, his cultivation level was obviously worse than that of the old man. After the rising cover protected everyone, it shone brightly and darkly, as if it would break at any time.

"How to deal with the big shopkeeper?"

It was not easy for Liu Changlong to live, but his hard work contract was controlled by Wu Mingshuo, so he had to take over it at this time.

"How can these jumping clowns be deceived by my Tianxia Pavilion?" Wu Mingshuo snorted coldly and waved his hand. Teams of waiters in lavender clothes held weapons in front of them.

Wu Mingshuo's team was full of Sun-Zhuo Guards. At this time, he was in the array and a murderous aura suddenly spread.

Military formation?

The old man in black shirt frowned opposite, unable to remember which nearby forces had military formations.

"Elder Zhu, there are many remnants of forces in the Southern Wilderness that have formed military soldiers on the sea." Xiong Ruisheng, who was standing behind the old man, lit up his eyes and said in a low voice.

The wandering forces in the southern wilderness?

This Tianxia Pavilion was just a formation of those stray dogs in the Southern Wilderness?

The old man in black shirt showed joy on his face and shouted softly: "Xiong Xiong, take down these soldiers, I will meet that Liu Changlong."

After saying that, his spiritual power was spreading, and within three feet of his body, there were flames flying around him.

He was relatively restrained in the market, and all his power was suppressed within three feet.

Seeing that he was about to take action, the onlookers quickly dispersed.

I have long wanted to watch the lively atmosphere of Tianxia Pavilion.

There were also many practitioners with strong cultivation among the onlookers, all of whom were flickering their eyes, waiting to see how Tianxia Pavilion responded.

A eighth-grade sect is not too powerful. If such a sect can't be dealt with, then it's okay if everyone sects have stolen the treasures in the building.

When Liu Changlong saw the power of the old man in black, he narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Be careful, big shopkeeper."

As he said that, his figure also unfolded, turned into a stream of light, and rushed straight to the old man in black. He knew that his cultivation was not as powerful as the other party, so he could only take the lead and recover some defeat.

"boom--"

The stream of light collided with the flames, and with a loud bang, Liu Changlong retreated with a pale face, and the old man in black laughed and strode forward.

Seeing this, Xiong Ruisheng grinned, raised a crescent knife in his hand and slashed it at the military formation!

This army is not weak, but it is not enough for a Jindan ancestor.

"when!"

A harsh ramming sound came out, and the crescent moon knife flew into the air.

Xiong Ruisheng looked at the sword-holding monk standing in front of him in horror.

"Who are you?"

The monk wears a broken hat, wearing a black samurai robe, lowers his head and holds a long sword in his hand, making people unable to see his face.

"The first-rate of the Tianxia Pavilion is dedicated to Jiang Zhan."

The sword-holder slowly raised his head, and a face covered with sword marks appeared.

"Nanhuang Cuiyumen, Jiang Zhan?"

When Xiong Ruisheng heard the name of Jiang Zhan, his face changed and he retreated repeatedly.

Jiang Zhan, a hero who led the army in the South China Sea to fight against the demon clan. Xiong Ruisheng and others fled from the Southern Wilderness, had to help from Jiang Zhan.

But later, Jiang Zhan was defeated at some point, and there was no news.

"Haha, anyone still remembers my reputation?" Jiang Zhan's face squeezed out a smile, covered with scars, and even more ferocious.

"Xiong Ruisheng, what are you still rubbing against?" The old man in black temporarily suppressed Liu Changlong and roared.

Xiong Ruisheng gritted his teeth, shouted violently, and flew up: "This place is no longer the Southern Wilderness, who are you scaring?"

"Then let me see if you have made progress in Zhongzhou in the past years." Jiang Zhan smiled, flipped his palm, and the sword suddenly drew a light of inspiration and shot towards Xiong Ruisheng.

"Sixth grade of Jindan!"

Xiong Ruisheng roared in horror and retreated continuously. Not only him, the old man in black shirt also took off his battle circle and retreated continuously.

The sixth grade of Jindan is only one step away from the late stage of Jindan, and its combat power is so powerful that it can completely kill them.

"Want to leave?" Jiang Zhan slowly raised his sword and pointed at the old man in black.

The old man in black shirt was shocked and growled: "The Great Elder save me!"

The onlookers heard the words of the old man in black clothes, and quickly turned around and searched everywhere.

Unexpectedly, the Southern Ming Dharma Sect has a backup plan. It is said that their great elder is already in the realm of fake infants, and he is a powerful master who crushes all the realms of golden elixirs.

The Dharma Sect of the Southern Ming has been seeking opportunities to help the great elder break through the realm. As long as the great elder breaks through, it is certain that the Dharma Sect of the Southern Ming has become a seventh-grade sect.

They are preparing to seize the Tianxia Pavilion, and then use the massive treasures in it to improve the sect's level!

Moreover, no other sects have intervened in the matter here so far, it is very likely that they have reached a consensus.

For a moment, everyone onlookers looked excited.

Break the Tianxia Pavilion and everyone can get some soup!

"Buzz!"

Several spiritual powers rose up, and when the great elder of the Dharma Sect in Southern Ming took action, he rushed forward and rushed towards the gate of Tianxia Pavilion!

"Great Elder!"

Seeing Jiang Zhan go further, the old man in black exclaimed, and glanced at the window of the second floor of a three-story building on the left.

Everyone turned around and then took a breath!

How is that possible!

I saw a figure hanging on the window ridge, swinging with the breeze.

That figure is clearly the great elder of the Southern Ming Dharma Sect in the realm of false infants!

"Are you calling him?" A tall figure flashed and came to the square in front of Tianxia Pavilion.

I saw this figure holding a three-inch-high villain in his hand.

Nascent Soul!

That was the great elder of the Dharma Sect of Southern Ming, and he had already condensed the Nascent Soul!

What's scary is that the Nascent Soul of this great elder was held in his hand by someone else and he would die at any time.

"Big, big--" The old man in black shirt trembled and could not speak at all.

"My Tianxia Pavilion is in business, so naturally it makes money with harmony. But when you encounter someone who wants to make a decision, I Tianxia Pavilion will never let it go." Wu Mingshuo stepped forward and said loudly.

"In the second grade of Xiatianxia Pavilion, Hu Zongnan is enshrined in Tianxia Pavilion. If there is any fellow Taoist who has time, you can come to Tianxia Pavilion to sit." With a Yuanying in his hand, Hu Zongnan's spiritual power expanded, and the sadness and joy behind him showed off.

"Double Dharma Image!"

"The realm of two phases is still both sad and happy, which is amazing!"

...

Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamation around him, and all those who wanted to take action before all retreated quietly.

"Buzz--"

In the sky, with a roar, a huge flying boat came across the sky. I saw the three words "Tianxia Pavilion" reflected on the flying boat.

"This is the best magic weapon!"

"There are top-grade magic weapons in Tianxia Pavilion, and the two-phase real person in the Nascent Soul is in charge. This is no different from the average seventh-grade force!"

"This is just an appearance. Tianxia Pavilion can bring out the best magic weapon and have the Nascent Soul Real Person in charge, but it is not without the higher-level masters."

...

A figure fell on the flying boat above his head.

"It's the Nascent Soul again!"

The figure stepped forward and landed beside Hu Zongnan, whispering loudly: "Fortunately, the second-rank envoy Wang Changshan led the eighteen first-rank envoys to the Southern Ming Fazong who invaded the Tianxia Pavilion. Now the Nanming Fazong has eliminated the Nanming Fazong and the supplies he paid are waiting for the shopkeeper to count them."

The Fazong of the Southern Ming Dynasty was destroyed?

A eighth-grade sect was destroyed silently?
Chapter completed!