"this……"

Wu Changfeng's eyes were dull.

All of Junior Master Qin Lang’s pets were suppressed, and even his immortal servants died.

Is it true that the Locking Immortal Sect will be destroyed today?

Despair spread in the hearts of Wu Changfeng and many other Suoxianmen monks.

“clang!”

The sword rings.

The eyes of the Sword Void God were as sharp as torches.

"I have lived for tens of thousands of years. I have lived enough. I will die in battle for the Immortal Locking Sect today. My death is a worthy one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the "Mediterranean Sea" in his hand turned into a giant sword holding up the sky and slashed straight towards Xiao Yi in the air!

The sword is sharp, and the refined spiritual power wraps around the sword edge. It moves forward with unstoppable momentum!

Jiang Li had an indifferent expression and raised his slender hand slightly.

"Wait a minute."

Xiao Yi stopped Jiang Li.

He looked at the flying giant sword with interest and slowly clenched his fist.

The moment he clenched his fist, his arms suddenly swelled and his muscles became strong.

"drink!"

Followed by a loud shout.

The tiny fist collided with the giant sword.

"Bang!"

A roar was heard.

Xiao Yi stood there, motionless, with a look of disdain on his face.

"Mediterranean Sea" also flew back to the hands of Lord Jianxu.

“Ahem…”

The Sword Void God coughed twice, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The few remaining white hairs have lost their luster and look dull.

The former Sword Void God was full of vigor and vitality, but now he looks old and frail.

The upright back became hunched and lost its sharpness.

"Jianxuzi, after thousands of years, I didn't expect that your swordsmanship has not improved!"

Xiao Yi's teasing came from high in the sky.

His words were full of contempt for Lord Jianxu.

"Who are you……"

Lord Jianxu raised his head with great effort and looked at Xiao Yi, who was as big as a black dot.

Xiao Yi now has a new body. His appearance, voice, and even strength are all very different from before.

"Xiao Yi...you are Xiao Yi..."

He said tremblingly, pointing at Xiao Yi in the sky.

Junior Master Qin Lang once said that Xiao Yi was not dead, and he couldn't deduce it either.

But unexpectedly, when Xiao Yi returned again, he had a different appearance and his strength was countless times stronger than before!

Countless monks were all shocked and whispered to each other.

"Xiao Yi? Xiao Yi from Qianyuan Sect? Isn't he dead?"

"Didn't they say that Xiao Yi was killed by Qin Lang? He is still alive. It seems that he has been reborn in another body..."

"Qianyuan Sect has been destroyed, and Xiao Yi has been reborn. He will definitely take revenge on Suoxian Sect. It seems that we don't need to take action this time!"

“…”

Unlike these cultivators, Xiang Si knew about Xiao Yi.

If Xiao Yi gets involved, the treasures of Locking Immortal Sect will definitely have nothing to do with them.

Xiao Yi is very greedy and will never share the treasure with them.

But now the strength that Xiao Yi showed was something he looked up to, and he had no intention of resisting at all.

He only hoped that the things that Xiao Yi looked down upon could be left to them, not to mention that they themselves had not contributed anything.

Xiao Yi rushed down from the air and shouted:

"Jianxuzi, and your entire Suoxian Sect, today I, Xiao Yi, will avenge you for that day!"

His body rubbed against the air, igniting bright red flames, but his body was not burned by the flames, which shows how strong his body is now!

Wu Changfeng's eyes fixed.

"Prepare for battle!"

He knew that the Suoxian Sect was no match for him, but the Suoxian Sect would never surrender!

“Zheng!”

Thousands of swords rang, and refined spiritual power surged out of the body of the cultivator from the Suoxian Sect and rushed towards Xiao Yi who was swooping down.

Xiao Yi's expression was extremely ferocious. He stretched out his palm and said, "Humph! You are courting death!"

The spiritual power gathered by the monks of Suoxianmen was dispersed in an instant.

Moreover, Xiao Yi's palm did not stop yet. If it were to hit them on the head, there would be countless casualties in the Suoxian Sect!

Right at this moment.

"Life is like a chess game, a dragnet!"

A vigorous and powerful roar sounded.

A look of joy appeared on the face of Lord Jianxu.

“Here I come…”

He murmured.

Above the many monks of the Locking Immortal Sect, a huge chessboard formed a net that covered all the monks of the Locking Immortal Sect.

Xiao Yi slapped the chessboard with his palm.

“Ka-ka-ka…”

The huge chessboard shattered into pieces, turned into spiritual light spots, and dissipated in the air.

"Oh! I was wondering who it was, it turns out to be you, old chess freak."

Xiao Yi was floating in the air, looking behind Suoxianmen and said contemptuously.

Many cultivators looked behind the Locking Immortal Gate and saw an old man with an immortal look walking in the air.

The robe he wore was embellished with a few Taoist chess pieces.

The only flaw was the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth.

"Qingyi from the Chess Hall, nice to meet Sect Master Xiao."

The person who came was Qing Yi, the master of the Chess Hall.

He stopped in the air and bowed to Xiao Yi.

Anger appeared on Xiao Yi's face, and he said ferociously:

"Sect Master? The Qianyuan Sect was destroyed by the Suoxian Sect. What kind of sect master am I?"

Now he is alone, a slave of His Majesty, and has lost his freedom.

He is no longer the mighty leader of Qianyuan Sect.

Now, despite having greater strength, he lives like a dog.

He wanted to take out all the dissatisfaction and anger that had been pent up in his chest on the Suoxian Sect!

Qingyi frowned slightly.

He knew that Qianyuan Sect was destroyed by Suoxian Sect.

"The past is like smoke, life is like chess, one must make three calculations for each move. The bridge of fame and fortune, the secular road, is something that young people cannot avoid walking on."

He wanted to persuade Xiao Yi to let go of the past.

Xiao Yi’s response was to take action directly.

As Xiao Yi punched out, the powerful immortal power instantly drained the air and rushed straight to Qing Yi's chest.

"Bang!"

Qingyi's chest was pierced and his face turned pale instantly.

Qing Yi, who has the strength of a peak immortal, is no match for Xiao Yi, who possesses the body of a golden immortal.

“Boom…”

Qing Yi, who was seriously injured and had no spiritual energy to replenish, was pulled into the ground by the gravity of the earth.

Jianxu God Lord endured the pain in his body and ran towards Qingyi.

Coming to Qing Yi, he smiled bitterly and said:

"Why come when you can just sit back and do nothing?"

He and Qing Yidao have been competing in chess for nearly ten thousand years, and they have become like brothers.

He didn't think it was strange that Qingyi came, he just felt that Qingyi shouldn't have come.

“Ahem…”

Qing Yi coughed up a mouthful of blood.

On his defeated face, wrinkles formed into a **, he smiled miserably:

"Uncle Qin Lang saved me from the chess tower and did me a favor. How could I not come? Besides, even if I die, won't you be with me? Even in the underworld, playing chess with you won't be boring."

His words showed his determination to die.

This time when Qingyi came to help Suoxianmen, he never thought of going back alive.

The hundreds of millions of human cultivators who were resurrected by Qin Lang blushed.

Compared with Qingyi, they are not even human beings.

"Alright, today, the Immortal Locking Sect will fight to the death! Old man, we have been fighting for tens of thousands of years. Today, let us join forces and fight a good battle for the Immortal Locking Sect!"

The hunched back of Jianxu God straightened again. He stretched out his hand towards Qingyi, pulled Qingyi and carried him on his back.

The eyes of many cultivators from the Locking Immortal Sect were filled with blood.

Outsiders are willing to fight to the death for the Locking Immortal Sect, let alone them!

"kill!"

It was unknown who roared first, but the monks from the Locking Immortal Sect rushed towards Xiao Yi like a dam breaking.

They must defend the dignity of Suoxianmen and protect the glory of Suoxianmen. They would rather die than surrender!

Xiao Yi's eyes were gloomy, and he raised the corner of his mouth and grinned:

"Are you here to die?"

Immortal power surged, Xiao Yi's figure shuttled through the void, and instantly arrived above the monks of the Locking Immortal Sect.

"If you want to destroy the Immortal Lock Sect, you must get past me first!"

An old man appeared in front of Xiao Yi, with a white robe and white beard, and his long robe fluttering in the wind.