Chapter 922: Hundreds of miles of ice, shocking and killing Lingfang Dongfang
Over the Thousand Palaces of Daluo Sect, which is as majestic as an immortal mansion, thousands of remaining disciples of two super sects in one holy land Looking up.
The five quasi-sage masters moved from the south to the north, filling the sky with brilliance, fierce infuriating energy and mountain patterns, and collided with each other.
"Dark clouds are over the city", panic!
Many disciples trembled slightly and subconsciously took a few steps forward, staring intently.
They were not qualified to participate in this kind of fighting situation, but winning or losing seemed to determine the life and death of many people.
“Xin Zhuo has no hope of winning!”
Yuan Yourong clenched his sword, looked at Qin Yuliu and strengthened his belief.
"The four ancestor-level quasi-sage masters have been famous for a long time. They all have all five doors open and will never lose!"
Daluo Sect Siying Shengzi and others also have resolute faces. .
However, the next moment, the difference between the idea and the reality was too big.
The terrifying aftermath of true energy surged in the sky and fell suddenly, causing thousands of warriors to stagger back.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The five quasi-sages only lasted three breaths of fighting, and the four terrifying sword shadows severely chopped Dongfang, Mie Ling, Qi The quasi-holy powers of Ancestor Du and Old Woman Zijing struck the four of them fiercely and devastatingly.
“Poof…”
"Ah..."
The four quasi-sage ancestors' body-protecting zhengang barely resisted the sword shadow, but they couldn't bear it. They vomited blood, like four pieces of rags, and suddenly flew upside down, and their aura was messy. Unbearable, the four faces showed confusion, shock and confusion.
In just a moment, Xin Zhuo's strength actually surpassed several of his own, and the terrifying mountain pattern seemed to have reached an insurmountable point!
Thousands of warriors, saint sons, and elders below were stunned. Their eyes followed the four quasi-sage ancestors flying upside down, and their hearts also dropped!
Xin Zhuo was able to kill four quasi-sages with one strike, so powerful!
What kind of martial arts did you practice? !
Looking at the sky again, Xin Zhuo just swayed and took three steps back. But at the next moment, like a shooting star chasing the moon, he went straight to the four quasi-sage ancestors below and waved a palm,
Palm Like a mountain, the nine-color true energy rolled, and the emptiness of the mountain pattern turned into chaos. In the blink of an eye, the palms of the hands became solid, holding the power of destroying the heaven and the earth, and went straight to kill the four quasi-sages. On the way, the illusion disappeared, and the phantom slowly covered Half a mountain gate.
Magnificent and unrivaled!
“Bang…”
Under the giant palm, a large number of disciples in mid-air couldn't bear the presence of the quasi-sacred mountain pattern on their bodies. They all fell to the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices, severed meridians, and all their cultivation was in vain.
Masters who have the ability to dodge, such as Zijing Su Lao, Da Luo and Dayan's Su Lao Shengzi, can only pale their faces, dodge the sharp edge, and fly to other places, but they are still in the middle, and their bodies are stagnant. , excruciating pain.
Fortunately, Dongfang and Mie Ling forcibly stabilized their bodies. With fright and confusion on their faces, they all struck out towards the giant palm in the sky.
The divine body and bloodline visions behind him are majestic and soaring to the sky, transforming into divine beasts, mountains, rivers and rivers, providing endless blessings.
“Buzz——”
The five quasi-sages were in a brief stalemate again, competing for Qi, mountain pattern and accumulation.
The entire Daluozong Mountain Range and the palace shook violently, dust and bricks fell, and the newly cracked palace walls and mysterious walls collapsed.
However, the next moment, four against one, they were still defeated by Xin Zhuo.
The Spirit-Destroying Lord couldn't help but his eyes were blood red, and he shouted angrily and unwillingly at Xin Zhuo: "Little bandit, why are you so lucky that you have been able to survive many times and defeated three quasi-sages? Why are you so strong? Which mental method and martial arts did you learn? How unfair is the world!"
"How could the world be fair! I was weak back then, and no one would have mercy on me today..."
High in the sky, Xin Zhuo looked like a demon. He stretched out his finger and pointed it again, and the chaotic mountain patterns descended one after another.
"Boom..."
The giant palm shone brighter and suddenly sank.
"Poof..."
Dongfang, Mie Ling, Seventh Ancestor and Bauhinia Old Woman could no longer hold on. Their internal organs were injured, their mouths and noses were bleeding, and they were hit hard below.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The magic circle of the "Da Luo Secret Altar" collapsed, and four figures smashed into a pile of palaces.
The aftermath of the five great quasi-sages' true energy rippled out, and nearly a thousand low-level Daluo disciples, no matter how talented they were, or what opportunities they had, had no chance to grow. They could not dodge, and their ancestors were unable to protect them. Shocked to death.
There is really no reason in this world.
“Bang…”
The aftermath continued, and palaces hundreds of miles away collapsed one after another.
The large number of masters who are still alive in the distance are like falling into a quagmire, struggling and miserable. But what makes them even more desperate is that the ancestors were defeated, and they were defeated cleanly. The eyes that looked back were full of expressions. Numbness and confusion.
At this moment, Xin Zhuo was still incessant, holding the "Leng Yue" in his hand with the Nine Colors Qi, and slashed at the ruins with his sword.
One blade of the Potian Sword can be transformed into three, and three can be transformed into hundreds.
The continuous ruins were once again reduced to dust and filled with dust.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
However, in the ruins, Dongfang, Mie Ling, Seventh Ancestor and Bauhinia Old Woman, who were all bruised and bruised, jumped up with unwillingness and anger, and with a sway of their bodies, they turned into the size of a hundred feet. .
This is the phantom of the quasi-sage who broke through the five gates and opened the "Nine Sutras of Dharma". It was like a god, extremely huge, and its true energy, strength, and mountain patterns were ten times stronger.
The faces of the four ancestors were determined and desperate. Not only that, the old Bauhinia woman respectfully took out a four-foot long sword that was all black. As soon as the long sword appeared, a wave of The aura of being supreme in the world and destroying heaven and earth swept across all directions.
Even a quasi-sage would not dare to take advantage of him lightly.
The weapon of the Holy King!
The four of them relied on the blessing of the true body of the law and controlled the holy soldiers together to kill Xin Zhuo.
The sword light rushed into the night, covered the ground, rolled and swayed, the strongest in the world, went straight to Xin Zhuo.
Mr. Dongfang's voice was like thunder, and he roared: "Xin Zhuo suffers death!"
Xin Zhuo was so free that his expression didn't change at all. He looked directly at the holy soldier, and the next moment he leaned forward, The ice between his eyebrows opened, and an extreme coldness blew in all directions.
"Creak..."
In the blink of an eye, the ice covered hundreds of miles up and down, and the entire Daluo Sect became a world of ice and snow.
Most of the thousands of remaining disciples of the two sects and one holy land have become ice sculptures, and the remaining people are even more difficult.
Not only that, ninety-nine strands of dark blue ice suddenly appeared in Xin Zhuo's ice eyes, evil and sinister, as if even the air was frozen, facing the holy soldiers.
“Jingling…”
The most powerful holy soldier, with terrifying killing power, was actually frozen in the air by Orchid's frost and ice.
The deadly look on the faces of Dongfang, Mieling, and Qidu slowly disappeared, their beards, eyebrows, and hair were covered with frost, and their pupils shrank, turning into endless despair in an instant.
"The Divine Water of Heaven and Earth..."
The old Bauhinia woman looked at the frost between heaven and earth and murmured, "What kind of character is this..."
" I’ll kill you today and end the karma for this lifetime!”
Xin Zhuo swayed and teleported in front of the four quasi-sages. The cold moon and chaotic mountain patterns appeared together, and the sword light filled the long sky.
The reaction of the four quasi-saints was not unpleasant. Their weapons were unsheathed, the mountain patterns were ups and downs, and they fought back with all their lives. The dazzling sword light collided, and the huge momentum turned the entire Daluo Sect sky into a mess like paste.
As the remaining masters of the Bauhinia Holy Land, Daluo, and Dayan disciples watched intently, an unforgettable scene soon appeared in the sky——
The seventh-degree ancestor of the Dayan Sect was cut in half with a sword, blood spattered, and the body slumped down.
The old woman Bauhinia is also a quasi-sage, and she is domineering. At this moment, her head flew up, and her headless cavity splashed seven feet of blood.
The rickety body of the Spirit-Destroying Lord stopped quietly in the sky, looking at Xin Zhuo silently. The hostility, anger, and murderous intent on the old face all disappeared, and slowly turned into pain and regret. , she seemed to think of everything in Mirror Flowers and Moon, the fear of Yaoqiu's death back then, the hatred after recovering her memory, the glory, family love, and cultivation in this life, she also went through it in her mind, and finally settled on that winter , covered with heavy snow, under the Commandment Monument of Qiugong Pavilion, there was a helpless young man with a thin body.
"Time is also destiny, it is indeed...the end of cause and effect, but the old lady hates it..."
A blood line appeared between her eyebrows, winding all the way to her lower body, and then "bang" With a sound, his body broke into two pieces, and his internal organs and cultivation turned into water and fell down.
Only the old Mr. Dongfang was left. There was a sword mark on his chest that was as deep as the bone. There was a trace of fear on his face. This kind of fear had not appeared for many years since "Through the Mirror". Suddenly, Jian took out a small shield from his arms, held it in front of him, and flew straight into the distance.
That’s right! Escaped!
"Dongfang, why run away? No chance!"
Xin Zhuo looked at his back silently, put the fingers of his right hand together, and curled up a crescent moon with the "Leng Yue" sword, Blessed by the void mountain pattern, it flies away quickly like a shooting star chasing the moon. The air along the way curls up, as if it is anxious.
"Bang!"
The small shield spirit treasure may be able to block most of the quasi-sage's blows, but under the "Mountain Pattern" sword, it shattered with a bang, and the long sword was not very fast. Minus, go straight to the east back.
"Poof——"
It instantly penetrated Mr. Dongfang's body, and the terrifying power took him flying far away, and landed heavily on a cliff.
The sword hilt shook the man slightly, and a spider web crack appeared on the mountain wall, climbing around.
His old face was pressed against the stone wall, and he turned his head hard. His face was full of humility and helplessness, but he used his remaining strength to shout: "All Dayan, Zijin, and Daluo disciples, form an formation, To cope with the great calamity! Fight for your life with Xin Zei! "
Xin Zhuo is already in "great calamity"!
That’s right! Countless Da Luo disciples have fantasized countless times about where their family's catastrophe will be after the prosperity of Wanwu, but they really never imagined... that it would be in Xin Zhuo!
In the icebergs and snow from all directions, frightened by the majestic and brutal fighting of the five quasi-sages and the murderous intention of the demon-like Xin Zhuo, the masters and disciples of the three parties have long been frightened. Frankly speaking, they are I came to participate in the "Tian Yuan Skills Discussion", but I didn't want everything to become a joke.
At this moment, I heard Mr. Dongfang’s cry, and I also knew that life and death were in an instant. They all flew by and instantly formed a huge sword net, including about 800 masters of the Yang Realm and above!
Eight hundred weapons, pointed straight upward, shining with shocking light!
A large number of Su Lao, Si Ying, Yuan Yourong, Wujiang, Bai Qingqing, Guizhizi, and even Xie Pavilion Master, Li Wuxia, Li Guofu, Daozhen, Yu Zhuji, Chen Changsheng, Nie Shenghuan and even those who were lucky enough to survive Ning Yu, Xie Lingwu, Li Fan and others are among them.
Regardless of whether they are willing to be enemies of Xin Zhuo, they are still disciples of their respective sects, and they have their own beliefs.
The sect is what needs to be protected most in this life, it has nothing to do with right or wrong!
Xin Zhuo put his hands behind his back and watched silently. He did not stop him, but just glanced at him. Fortunately, Master Liu Qingfeng and others stood far away, looking blank and not participating.
Looking at the familiar or unfamiliar faces in the sword formation below, Xin Zhuo sighed: "Dayan has been destroyed, Daluo will be destroyed. This is my oath back then, you don't have to So, if you swear to break away from each sect, I, Xin Zhuo, will forget the past and let you go!"
No one said anything, everyone's eyes became determined, today... the only one is dead.
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment. He didn't understand the sect culture of this world. He didn't look down upon or tease him. He just raised his hand and transformed the three yangs into one. The nine colors of true energy roared, and with the blessing of the chaotic mountain pattern, he exhausted all ten successes. With strength, strike down with one palm.
The palm turned into a phantom of a four-sided jade seal.
"Bang..."
The sword formation formed hastily by eight or nine hundred people only lasted for six breaths before it collapsed. Most of the figures staggered and fell, still high in the sky, bleeding from their seven orifices. , the meridians collapsed and the Qi died.
Blood mist filled the entire air.
Sometimes, more people do not mean greater strength. If there is no united will and determination to win, we have already fallen behind, and death is only a matter of time.
What's more, they can't understand or understand the terrifying mountain pattern of nothingness and disillusionment.
Their belief to death has been completed, no matter right or wrong, they have no regrets!
“Papa…”
Bodies fell to the ground densely like raindrops.
The surrounding palaces that had not yet collapsed were no longer spared. They collapsed with a rumble, filling the air with smoke and a mess.
At this time, there is no end to the corpses at a glance. There are thousands of corpses to count. No matter whether they are peerless in appearance, amazing in talent, or have a strong mind and infinite ambition, they can only be turned into dust.
It has been passed down for thousands of years, so tragically.
In the distance, Liu Qingfeng and other hundreds of people who were unwilling to participate watched silently, with helpless and hesitant expressions on their faces.
Is this scene not destined?
Farther away, there were still two to three thousand disciples who were panicking and helpless. They all saluted, abandoned their thoughts, and swore to leave.
Mr. Dongfang, who was fixed on the cliff, still had a breath left. He watched his beloved disciples and valued juniors die one after another in front of his eyes. His heart was cut by a knife and he smiled bitterly.
A pair of old eyes were gradually shrouded in the meaning of death and "unwillingness to live", and he couldn't help but cough violently.
Xin Zhuo fell into the ice and snow, ignoring the nearly a hundred bloody people at his feet who were lucky enough to survive, and walked towards the east step by step, watching him silently.
Mr. Dongfang, with messy white hair and torn robes, was silent for a long time before he uttered a few words with difficulty: "Before today, I was still very ambitious. I have opened six doors, and I have seven levels of confidence in the future. Holy Realm! Just two hours ago, I was still wondering which disciple would win..."
He seemed to be saying these words to himself. After talking for a long time, he looked at Xin Zhuo and said: "I never thought that an acquired person could be so strong, cross the border and fight against four, with one palm. Breaking the sword formation, killing eight hundred juniors! One person destroyed one sect, no, two super sects, you did it!
How could Qiugong Pavilion ever think of...
Hundred A quasi-sage under the age of 10! Xin Zhuo, who are you?”
"Collect it!"
From the ruins of palaces near and far, countless rays of destiny representing the sect flew out and penetrated into his body.
My body was shaken, and my mind was running to the extreme.
The Wuyun stones belonging to the Daluo Sect from all directions are also shining with brilliance, and silk threads are flying towards them.
Xin Zhuo's momentum became stronger and stronger, and finally a golden light appeared.
In Danhai, the fourth gate of Quasi-Sage was broken!
"You..."
Mr. Dongfang went from doubts to shock to fear, and trembled: "No, no, I understand, I finally understand, you have a divine object with you, you With the protection of an ancient and unknown treasure, I can enter the country faster than anyone else. I understand, I understand, but I have never thought of turning over your body, hahaha..."
"Xin Zhuo! It’s over!”
At this moment, dozens of extremely terrifying auras suddenly came from outside the mountain gate, pressing like an abyss or a sea.
There are fifteen figures in the southeast, northwest and northwest.
They are all fake saints and true saints in the caves and heavens of major holy places!
Highest in the sky, Jiang Taiyu, the great sage of the Jiang family, and Li Chunyuan, stroking their beards, looked like the masters of heaven and earth. A look in their eyes seemed to make the Xuantian Mountains here collapse.
This is a power that is completely different from that of Quasi-Saint, and is on another level!
Infinite vitality suddenly emerged from Mr. Dongfang’s dying eyes.
It's a pity that Xin Zhuo didn't give him a chance. He didn't even look at the group of figures throwing the sky high in the sky. He held "Leng Yue" and feinted with his sword, killing Dongfang into more than seventy pieces, as if in Replying to his previous chatter: "Quasi-sage and quasi-sage There is still a gap between saints. You have been busy all your life, but you are just ordinary goods. Li Chunyuan, a true martial artist who has broken through the sky, can kill you, but he is not my opponent. Go ahead and settle the grudge between you and me, Mr. Dongfang!" br>
"Poof..."
Dozens of quasi-saint flesh and bones splashed onto the mountain wall, extremely miserable. Dongfang's head was full of regrets, his eyes were gray, and he fell into the endless abyss.
That’s right! The grievances and grievances between the mirror and the moon have been settled separately!
There will no longer be the routine of being forced to escape!
(End of this chapter)