boom!

The people, monsters, and even demons nearby began to flee to farther places.

Behind them was a force so powerful that they could not even raise the slightest thought of resistance; it was vast and boundless, and it was earth-shattering and sky-shattering.

Is this the strength of a Mahayana cultivator?

It was not until they had escaped five kilometers away that everyone stopped and looked from afar in the direction of the forbidden area of ​​the Sky-Devouring Beast, still with lingering fears.

Many people have never seen a battle like this involving seven or eight Mahayana monks. Even when the war broke out between demons and humans, there had never been so many top powerhouses.

One after another, cracks in space were torn apart. The sky was no longer blue, but a grayish color, which seemed to reveal an ominous aura.

The power of all directions poured out from all directions, and long and deep gullies appeared on the earth. The surface of the earth could not withstand the squeezing force and protruded from the ground to form strange mountain peaks.

No matter what the final result is, after this battle, Tongshizhou will probably be completely unrecognizable and it will not even be called Tongshizhou anymore.

"Too amazing! If I could have such a level of cultivation, wouldn't the entire Lingtian Continent and the Demonic Battlefield be accessible to me?"

The monk was deeply shocked by this scene and couldn't help but feel yearning.

There is no one who doesn't want powerful strength.

"The cultivation of Mahayana? They are not as powerful as Master Zixiao. He fought against five Mahayana cultivators and two great monarch-level demons by himself. Who else can do this from ancient times to the present?"

At the same time, the monk wielding the sword looked at the purple figure standing in the void with admiration.

One man and one sword, shaking out the earth and mountains.

Almost all of those sunken gullies were created by Master Zixiao.

So what if they are Mahayana cultivators? They don’t dare to take Master Zixiao’s sword head-on.

The reputation of Master Zixiao does not need to be proven by these seven powerful men.

"They are all afraid of our great-grandmaster's sword, and they all have their own plans, so they haven't used their full strength. But if this continues, it will still be disadvantageous to our great-grandmaster." Qi Yu said with a gloomy face.

“Yes, although we knew in the past that the various forces were only united in appearance but not in heart, we did not expect that some magic weapons would allow them to do anything, even join hands with demons to deal with our great-grandmaster.” Master Qian Feng said helplessly.

After this, they all knew what the demon was planning.

What they didn't expect was that Ning Jinyuan and his people knew it was a trap set by the demon, but they still stepped in anyway.

Faced with the temptation of interests, such people will appear in every era, which is really frustrating.

"I once heard from the Great Elder that our great-grandmaster can no longer survive the tribulation." Qinglan's face was heavy, and he obviously knew something.

Several people stared intently at the horizon. The figures there had long been submerged in the vast power. Only the sounds of continuous explosions and the ringing of swords could be heard.

Master Zixiao, dressed in a purple robe, was in the center of the storm. The strong wind was still blowing from both sides of him. A huge sword, both illusory and solid, protruded to his right.

Master Zixiao's eyes were as sharp as torches, penetrating numerous obstacles. Seeing Ning Jinyuan in front of the huge sword, he swung the white snow sword in his hand and slashed down without hesitation.

Countless overwhelming white sword lights, carrying the power to destroy the world, shot out.

Ning Jinyuan's giant sword fell at the same time, and the white sword light was made to look extremely small and weak, as if it could not withstand a single blow in front of the giant sword.

The white sword light accelerated again in the middle, passing through the huge body of the giant sword like a flash of lightning, and attacked Ning Jinyuan.

Ning Jinyuan's face changed drastically. He was a Mahayana cultivator. Although he was still a little distance away from the Tribulation Crossing Stage, he always believed that the gap would not be that big. He did not expect that the giant sword condensed from his strength would be so vulnerable to the opponent's sword light.

When Ning Jinyuan's attack was broken and he was entangled by the white sword light, two great monarch-level demons rushed over without hesitation.

A man was holding a black staff with a pitch-black skull hanging on it. The skull exuded a murderous aura and rushed over.

The other man held a huge axe and chopped it down directly. A space crack suddenly appeared and cut the surrounding spiritual energy into pieces, although it soon gathered again.

With a humming sound, countless white sword lights shot out from Master Zixiao's body.

Every skull that was pierced by the sword light disappeared in an instant without a scream.

The demon wanted to gather itself together again, but found it difficult.

Of course, for ordinary cultivators, his condensation speed is less than one second, which is still extremely fast. However, in a battle between strong men of this level, one hundredth of a second could be a flaw.

"Master Zixiao's sword is indeed worthy of its reputation. The legend says it has the power to destroy evil, and it's not false." Although the demon holding the scepter said this, he did not believe it.

The power of qualitative change may not be comparable, but when the number reaches a certain level, can the other party still do it so easily?

He didn't believe it, so he decided to give it a try, and the Demon Battlefield happened to be one of the most suitable battle venues for him.

Too many people died here, no matter they were demons or human monks. The resentment and hatred they left behind could all become his nourishment.

Zixiao glanced at him, and a trace of dark energy was drawn out from the ground, and the originally green grass withered instantly.

Before he could do anything, the other demon's giant axe chopped him down.

Zixiao swung his sword again. His moves have always been simple. It was either swinging the sword or swinging the sword. There was no second move.

The truth is simple, that’s all.

The vast sword light quickly crushed the giant axe, and the condensed energy dissipated in all directions, and the sky turned blue-gray and gloomy.

They did not give Master Zixiao a chance to breathe. Almost the next moment after the giant axe was broken, Mo Wujiu and Fu Hai's attacks arrived.

"They calculated very accurately, one thing after another, and they won't give Master Uncle time to catch his breath. But they can't kill Master Uncle even if they join forces, so they will probably force Master Uncle to use a big move next."

In the forbidden area, Gao Han and Zhongli Tingzhou used the Sky-peeping Mirror to clearly see the scene at the center of the battle.

The entire sky was covered with eight powerful energies intertwining with each other, and seven of them continuously attacked the most powerful one in the middle.

The strongest one in the middle seemed to be able to handle it with ease, but everyone knew that their goal was not to kill the opponent, but to force out all of the opponent's strength, which was actually much easier than killing the opponent.

"We can't wait any longer, let's go out now." Zhongdi said immediately.

"It's not possible now. The place where eight Mahayana masters are fighting is filled with violent and terrifying energy. If you go out now, you will be affected and die." Gao Han said disapprovingly.

"We are not afraid. We can use the Sky-Viewing Mirror to teleport." Xuan Xiao also said.

"Yes, the Sky-peek Mirror can not only spy, but also teleport. With the strength of an important person, it can teleport four or five kilometers at a time." Bai He also spoke.

"The current situation doesn't allow you to go out whenever you want. These people are fighting fiercely, and the effectiveness of your going out will be greatly reduced." Zhongli Tingzhou said with narrowed eyes.

The three-headed gold-eating beast immediately understood what he meant, "But just waiting like this isn't a solution, right?"

"Now let's see who can break this situation." Zhongli Tingzhou suddenly asked, "What is the farthest distance of the Sky-peeking Mirror?"

Chongdi was stunned for a moment and said, "It's OK within a radius of 10,000 meters, but the space here is very unstable, so I'm not sure if this distance is still possible."

"Give it a try."

Zhongdi immediately input a stream of spiritual power into the Sky-Viewing Mirror.

The picture on the Jingtian Mirror changed and turned into a dense jungle. There were countless people crawling in the jungle watching the battle. There were many people in the Fusion stage and the God Transformation stage. Normally, only a few people in the Fusion stage could be seen, but here there were countless.

It was their luck to be able to glimpse a battle between the Mahayana period, as they may not have this opportunity again in the future.

No one blinked an eye, unwilling to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

It’s just because sometimes watching other strong people fight can be beneficial to them. If they are lucky, they can break through the bottleneck in one go.

高寒他们看到戚峰主和钱峰主他们，因为参不进去，他们只能在外围着急地看着，还有其他门派势力，或多或少都赶到一些，这些多是距离比较近的。

窥天镜继续移动，到了将近一万米的时候，便再也移动不了了。

距离铜石洲最近的一座城池也有几万米远，再往前移动，便是茂密的森林，还有绵延不绝的山脉高峰，被妖魔攻城的城池战况如何，他们也看不到了。

重地随后又按他们的意思，把窥天镜的画面调回到禁地外面。

不知是谁说了什么，人族的大乘期一个个都开始动用更多的力量，莫无鸠最急切，不需要妖魔挑拨，出手招招狠辣，若非紫霄上人一直守着禁地的入口，半步不离，他早就冲进去了。

“怎么样？”三头吞金兽急急忙忙问道，着急的样子，似乎比高寒和钟离庭洲更像紫霄上人的弟子。

“有一个人，但不知道是否会出现。”钟离庭洲眉头稍稍凝起。

“谁？”三人立即追问。

“我师尊。”高寒的声音响起，目光望着紫霄上人的背影，“不过我曾听闻，我师尊对妖魔战场似是有些情节，曾经说过不会再入妖魔战场，而且我们出来之时，他在闭关。”

“我听说紫霄宗还有一位很厉害的大长老，这位大长老怎么不来？”玄笑追问道。

高寒摇摇头，“大长老不能离开紫霄宗。”

他和钟离庭洲平时虽然都不关注紫霄宗的情况，但是有些事情推也能推得出来。

紫霄师伯威名在外，但坐镇紫霄宗的，其实是大长老。

这时，紫霄上人突然抬头看向天空。

风云翻搅涌动，天早已变了，漆黑一片，如乌云压顶。

在他的正前方，那两头大君主级妖魔正已血祭的代价，准备施展强大无比的一招，他记得六千年前，曾经也有大妖魔施展过这一招，血祭魔刀，能发挥出堪比开天劈地之地。

能令两头大君主级的妖魔甘愿重创自己，也要对付他，果然大手笔。

“紫霄上人，现在你还有机会投降！”器星谷荣向阳的声音穿透重重障碍传过来。

“不错，就算你现在不答应，紫霄宗得到吞天兽所有宝物的消息也会传开，到那个时候，紫霄宗还能护得住那么多宝物吗？”

丁十尉不惧紫霄上人，也不怕紫霄宗找他的麻烦，但是若有第二个选择，他自然也希望。

莫无鸠不说话，下手却毫不留情，极上宗和紫霄宗才是真正的血海深仇，他巴不得紫霄上人被重伤。

“交出吞天兽的宝物，我们即刻退出战圈。”伏海冷然地说道。

“紫霄上人，你又何必如此执迷不悟，就算你是渡劫期，不怕我们所有人围攻，但你却有人尽皆知的弱点，再僵持下去，对你半点好处也没有，你应该不想在大战来临之前就陨落吧。”荣向阳更是苦口婆心地劝说。

“真是人善被人欺。”紫霄上人口中发出一声轻笑，化在风中消失了。

周身的防护突然撤掉，暴烈的飓风如滚滚浓浆，熊熊烈火扑来，手中白皑皑的雪剑蓦然变黑。

不是阴森恐怖的黑色，而是晶莹剔透，散发着森森寒意的气息。

紫霄上人挥动手中的黑剑，冒出来的剑光不再是白色的，而是黑得发亮的剑光，庞大的威压铺天盖地向四周袭去。

周围五位大乘修士霎时被剑光逼得连连后退。

他们都是成名已久的大乘修士，少说在灵天大陆也活了几千年，紫霄上人的黑色剑光那是闻名遐迩，威震大陆。

五位大乘修士毫不犹豫地往后退，将两头大君主级妖魔暴露出来。

两人身下流泄出大量的鲜血，鲜血凝聚在两人头顶那柄巨大的血色魔刀上，血色魔刀的气息也越来越强大，力量凝实后，一柄充满压迫感的魔刀俨然成形了。

空气似乎有所承受不住，发出类似静电的摩擦的噼啪声。

“死吧！”

两头大君主级妖魔身上的气息在魔刀成形的时候，便萎靡了下去，但他们眼中杀机凛然，毫不在意，眼中似乎只有战圈中心的紫霄上人。

血色魔刀劈开了空间，那威力和锋芒连五名大乘修士都要避开锋芒，但他们也同时封锁了紫霄上人的退路。

紫霄抬起头，黑色的双眸凝视着落下的魔刀，神情露出一丝微微的凝重之色。

“两头大君主级妖魔的性命，来换我一命是吗？也太看不起我了。”

风暴席卷而来，方圆千米内的树木皆化为尘土。

紫霄上人手中的剑黑芒大盛，空间裂缝里的罡风，隐隐有些吸引的迹象，发出更加剧烈的搅动。

在他们看不到的地方，浓浓的黑烟上空，一片巨大的乌云正在慢慢的凝聚。

“不好，雷劫似乎感应到了什么。”远在万米的紫霄宗弟子们看到高空这一幕，脸色霎时变了。

“乌云凝聚，任何时候都不算是一个好的兆头，难不成，师叔祖真的要被逼迫到那一步了？”钱峰主面色十分凝重。

“老侯怎么还没来，就算请来一位大乘修士也好。”青岚有些着急。

师叔祖要是在这儿渡劫，绝不是一件好事。

“不能再等了，你们看上面，好像有雷劫，一旦雷劫凝聚成形，紫霄上人就真的躲不过了。”重地将窥天镜的画面调到高空上。

那里果然有一片灰色的乌云，正在慢慢扩大，那股毁天灭地的威压，就连隔着窥天镜，他们也能感受到一二。

“或许还有一个办法。”钟离庭洲突然说道。

“什么办法？”高寒立即问道，他现在也有点着急。

钟离庭洲眯起眼睛，“这柄血色魔刀从刚刚出现的时候，我就觉得有一股吸引力，后来才发现是阴阳珠蠢蠢欲动。”

“你想用阴阳珠？”高寒轻轻的皱眉。

“可以一试，他毕竟是我师尊，做弟子的总不能眼睁睁地看着他被迫渡劫，老人家不容易。”钟离庭洲口吻似是很轻松。

但这样一来，阴阳珠的秘密就藏不住了，高寒心中闪过这个念头，很快就被他掐灭了，阴阳珠的秘密藏不住就藏不住吧，一个秘密换师伯的安全，很划算。

“那就试试吧。”高寒轻吸一口气说道。

钟离庭洲勾起嘴角，摊开掌心，那颗光华内敛的阴阳珠就出现在上面，“去吧。”

阴阳珠疾射出去，扎入窥天镜里，一瞬间就出现在战场中央，也就是紫霄上人的头顶。

紫霄上人若有所觉，神识扫到自己头顶多出一颗奇怪的珠子。

这颗珠子不过是停顿了一瞬间，就朝落下的血色魔刀飞去，弱小的身躯迅速地淹没在漫漫黑雾之中。

“这是……阴阳珠？”

紫霄上人波澜不惊的眼睛终于泛起一丝涟漪。

神秘而莫测的气息，连他都感觉到一丝威胁。

虽未亲眼见过阴阳珠，但是听说过它的紫霄上人也第一眼就认出来了。

此等至宝，据传远古时期就已消失不见，不知沦落到何方，今日居然在这里见到，当真令人大吃一惊。

心中思绪一闪而过，此珠或许能助他，紫霄上人手中的黑剑立即卸掉了一半。

血色魔刀轰隆一声，爆出漫天血光和魔气，魔风煞煞，周围的天地涌动着怪异的能量，掺杂着黑色和血色，天空变成一半黑，一半血红，狂风呼啸，刮得地面的大坑又深了几百米。

紫霄上人在这一片狂暴黑暗的能量中，看到那颗阴阳珠，所过之处，这些能量都被吸进去。

如同一个无底洞，张着血盆大口，对吸入口中的暗色能量来者不拒。

头顶的血色魔刀落下得更快，漩涡口也越来越大，越来越多的能量涌入阴阳珠里，血色魔刀的力量也在变弱当中。

两头大君主级妖魔吐完最后一口血，他们感应到天空慢慢凝聚成形的雷劫，都以为紫霄上人这次难逃一劫，只等着他的下场，不是被血色魔刀吞噬，就是被头顶的雷劫劈得神魂消散，不管哪一个结果，他们的目的都达到了。

两头妖魔露出森然的笑容，下一秒，他们的笑容就凝滞住了。

“怎么回事，魔刀怎么迟迟没有落下？”一名妖魔满眼不可置信地仰着头。

血色魔刀按理应该早就落下了，那中心也应该爆发出更强大的对撞力量才对。

“是不是对方用了什么手段，抵挡了魔刀？”另一名妖魔迟疑地说道。

“不可能，你我二人的精血血祭出来的魔刀，哪怕是传闻中的紫霄上人，也不可能轻易的化解。”

妖魔十分坚定他们的魔刀没有那么弱，两位大君主级的献祭，威力不说能超过人族渡劫修士十成的威力，起码也有六成左右。

尽管两人觉得有些不对劲，此刻却无法做什么，为了献祭这把魔刀，两人的实力几乎面临下跌。

不止是他们震惊，此刻位于战圈边缘的莫无鸠五人也露出疑惑。

They did not feel any powerful impact force coming out of the center of the battle, and the huge blood-red magic sword seemed to stop halfway down.

"What's going on with those two demons?" Mo Wujiu didn't want the demons' plans to go wrong. He had finally fought for an opportunity for them. If they lost it, the risk would be even greater.

"Look at the center of the storm. Is there something there? I always feel it's a bit strange, as if there is a huge whirlpool." Captain Ding said solemnly.

Up to now, he and Mo Wujiu both hoped that Master Zixiao would die here. After all, they had already offended him. Once they got the treasure, they would be free as long as they wanted. They would not have to be afraid of the Zixiao Sect.

No matter how powerful the Zixiao Sect is, those Mahayana monks will not be able to come out and hunt him down.

"There is a vortex. Oh no! The power of the demon's sword seems to have been absorbed by the vortex. Is it a space crack?"

The power in the center was too violent for their spiritual consciousness to control. There were also many tiny space cracks there, and the leaked energy could crush their spiritual consciousness at any time.

"Everyone, if you don't think of a solution, we won't be able to resolve this issue once this matter is over." Ning Jinyuan said with a gloomy face.

The Zixiao Sect directly accused them of colluding with demons, which was enough to make them suffer several punishments.

Mo Wujiu and the other two looked at Fu Hai and Rong Xiangyang, and the former sneered.

"You guys can do whatever you want, it's none of my business."

"I won't do anything either." Rong Xiangyang also said.

"You two, at this point, are you still thinking of leaving a way out for yourselves? Do you think the Zixiao Sect will let you go?" Mo Wujiu's face darkened.

"What Zixiao Sect thinks is none of my business. This is how my Youmo Sect behaves. When it comes to fighting for treasures, whoever has the greater ability gets it. If anyone wants to keep it all to himself, don't blame me for being rude. What else can the Zixiao Sect do?" Fu Hai disagreed.

Rong Xiangyang obviously had the same attitude as Fu Hai. No matter what Mo Wujiu said, he was not moved at all.

Mo Wujiu and the other two did not waste any time. They all had the same idea and rushed into the battle circle again. As for whether they cursed the two men in their hearts, only they themselves knew.

At the same time, the vortex absorbed a large amount of black magic energy from the magic knife, and it seemed that it had finally reached a saturated state, and the suction of the vortex slowly disappeared.