Xin Zhuo's words filled with unabashed murderous intent made the last trace of luck disappear in Jiang Feixu's heart.
What this human martial arts master pays attention to is blood inheritance, clan, and family. Otherwise, no matter how high the cultivation level is, what is the point? He originally thought that this "Jiang Yuqing" came to avenge his family and the unequal treatment he had suffered over the years. After all, he also brought the two withered bones with him, but in the final analysis, it was just resentment and anger. Just prove yourself. Since ancient times, many "abandoned children" have been like this. Therefore, as long as he apologizes, promises them enough benefits to warm his heart, and finally returns to the family, everything will be resolved naturally.
This is what "Jiang Yuqing" should do. After all, his parents and sister are still at home. , has there ever been a person in the world who even killed his parents?
Yes, he thinks so, and it is in line with human principles. He is ready to give up his face, promise this son benefits, and let both parties put aside all previous differences!
However, he suddenly saw a trace of disdain and strangeness in "Jiang Yuqing's" eyes.
It was a kind of indifference that ignored everything and never gave up to achieve the goal, without any nostalgia for Mrs. Jiang.
He opened his mouth and was speechless. He silently took three steps back, looked up at the sky, and said with a voice like a bell from heaven and earth: "Disciples of the Jiang family, listen to the order! You can no longer treat Jiang Yuqing as a rebellious member of the same clan. Forty thousand The descendant of the Jiang family is facing a calamity now. We should work together to resist it. The Jiang family will fight against Xianwu and never give up. Why should we be afraid of a demon?
Everyone in the Jiang family, whether old, women, young, strong or young, Eliminate the constraints of family rules, fight hard, and shed the last drop of blood. Why should I, Jiang, be afraid?”
The first words came from his heart, and the second words were from the grandson of Emperor Qiyan, ancestor Jiang? No, that was said by the immortals 38,000 years ago when they attacked.
Hearing this, the densely packed tens of thousands of Jiang clan members were uneasy and suddenly stunned for a moment. Then the fear and confusion on their faces slowly disappeared. Yes, they are the descendants of the great emperor. How could they have said anything for tens of thousands of years? defeat?
It's just that I have never experienced anything like this in these years, and I just messed up in a hurry.
Why should I, Mrs. Jiang, be afraid?
"The Jiang clan has never been afraid of death. They only hate being young and unable to carry the ancestral sword. They watched the three ancestors Taixu, Douhuan and Doujia die. Today they are willing to sacrifice my life, Jiang Xuanwei. !”
In the Jiang family’s palace in the distance, a six or seven-year-old child, the legitimate son of the Jiang family’s main lineage, rushed toward him with a light sword and a milky sound.
This scene seemed to have infected all the Jiang clan members. Everyone’s faces showed a trace of perseverance, unyielding and murderous intentions. It seemed that they were not the ones they were afraid of just now, no! It’s humiliating just thinking about it!
"Zheng..."
Intensive sword sounds and sword chants resounded throughout the world.
“All the clans in the Demon Palace...”
“The descendants of the Zhao family...”
“The descendants of the Ying family, the descendants of Emperor Qiankun, how can we let Jiang Are you more beautiful than before? Kill this evil beast with me and restore the bright moon to the great world of Donghua!"
The three supreme ancestors, Qingyang Patriarch, Zhao Qing and Yingzhen, are equally famous in the world.
"Boom..."
The timidity and cowardice among the tens of thousands of disciples of the Demon Palace, the Zhao family, and the Ying family disappeared without a trace in an instant. The weapons were in hand, and their momentum soared to the sky.
Although, Ji Xuanming and Ye Tiao, the two supreme masters, suddenly retreated with the two disciples without any hesitation.
Although, the five supreme masters such as Gui Lingzi and Mie Laoren, as well as the martial arts masters in the entire region who have not been named and have not deep connections with the various families in Sandao Mountain, are like the prince who crosses the river and is unwilling to wade into the muddy water. , left Qiyan Pond one after another,
However, it cannot affect them in the slightest.
They were afraid before, because they are also human beings, but Xin Zhuo is really scary. How can humans not be afraid of death?
But now they are no longer afraid, because they are the most noble descendants of the Great Emperor and descendants of the alien Holy Lord. Why should they be afraid of a mere thief? Why not die? Blood splattered three feet is still a martial artist.
"Zheng..."
"Choke..."
The harsh sound of weapons rubbing against each other, and the aura of grand fighting rising into the sky.
The faces of tens of thousands of Sanjia and Demon Palace disciples are filled with tenacity, determination to fight, and indomitable determination to move forward.
"Isn't this a trial of life and death for the younger generations in the family since Zhenwu? Good fortune and misfortune depend on each other, as it has been since ancient times!"
Then Jiang Feixu laughed heartily and pointed at Xin Zhuo: "Jiang Yuqing , I grant you death now!”
As he spoke, he formed a seal with his hands and pointed from afar.
"Buzz——"
A room in the Jiang family's palace suddenly exploded, and a majestic scimitar flew out from it. As soon as the scimitar appeared, it exuded a heart-stopping power. Pressure, there are faint shadows of thousands of spiritual beings worshiping all around.
"Quasi-Emperor Divine Weapon?!"
The expressions of the seven supreme masters including Ji Xuanming, Ye Tiao and countless masters in the field who had not left in the distance changed slightly.
Not only that,
Suddenly, another bull-headed statue, a white jade plate, and a green water spirit sword flew from the distance. They fell into the hands of Patriarch Qingyang, Zhao Qing, and Ying Zhen. The pressure and accompanying visions were no less powerful than Jiang Feixu's quasi-emperor god. soldiers.
......
"It's a big deal, this is a backup plan when fighting the immortal!"
"Jiang Yuqing is worthy, no one knows what other methods he has! "
"He hasn't made any move at the moment. What on earth is he trying to do?"
"The four quasi-emperor-level divine weapons have surpassed ordinary ancient immortal weapons ten to a hundred times. How sure is he?"
Old Man Mie, Fairy Liu and others looked at each other in the distance with heavy expressions.
The next moment, a group of supreme beings and densely packed martial arts masters understood Xin Zhuo’s plan——
He faced the five supreme beings, formed seals with his hands, and faint strands of gold flew out, Like some kind of signal, seal or prohibition?
Immediately afterwards, with Jiang's Qiyan Pond in Sandao Mountain as the center, a layer of golden restrictions, the Ancient Immortal's Forbidden Technique, suddenly rose in all directions!
Everyone suddenly realized that this person... had laid out the secret technique of immortality in advance, and was only waiting for this moment?
……
The sky above Qiyan Pond.
Xin Zhuo was indeed waiting for this moment in a condescending manner.
At this time, looking at the hard work and righteousness on the faces of the five supremes, the descendants of the three emperors, and the tens of thousands of disciples of the Demon Palace, they said word by word: "This way, it is not an insult to you who are more powerful than your strength." The powerful reputation is not worth the trip to Sandao Mountain!”
As he spoke, he pulled out the two supreme weapons on his body, letting the blood spatter, holding a spear in his hand, and said: "The calamity of the world has begun! Kill!"
For some things, the "program" is still The road to be taken, the Supreme Path, is at your feet when the time comes. Wielding the Xuanqing Purple Sky Spear, he rushed straight towards the five supreme masters Qingyang Patriarch and Jiang Feixu. The purple ancient imperial sea, nine bridge shadows and long hair were flying, and the blood-stained body was full of determination to live or die!
"Huh..."
Qingyang Patriarch and Jiang Feixu, the five of them, hold the Quasi-Emperor Divine Weapon, but they are a little confused, where does this guy get the confidence? ?
However, there was no hesitation at all. The true supreme aura reached its peak, the stars in the sky tilted endlessly, the Dao Yuan force soared and rolled, the people and the quasi-emperor's divine weapons combined, carrying the power of thunder and lightning, suppressing the power of the world, with a vast Five divine lights from heaven and earth greeted Xin Zhuo.
Thunderclouds rolled in the sky and the ground shook violently.
However, just halfway through, the five supreme ancestors suddenly became wary. When they looked at "Jiang Yuqing" who was dozens of miles away, their expressions changed drastically.
"The magical power of the Dragon Clan of the Four Holy Clan in ancient times?"
"Not good!"
The five people tried to dodge.
Too late!
Xin Zhuo, who was approaching quickly, was suddenly shrouded in a rich green mist. The green mist was like a monster from heaven and earth. It was neither in the Five Elements nor in the Immortal Martial Arts. It was evil and poisonous, far beyond all poisons in the world. It was just a hazy mass, flying in all directions in the blink of an eye, like a taboo that existed before the collapse of the sky, baring its teeth and claws, and the speed far exceeded the limit that the Supreme Being could bear.
"咻咻咻咻..."
Nine hundred and ninety-nine poisonous dragon wind curses enveloped the five supreme ancestors almost instantly, making it impossible to escape!
The bodies of the five people were stagnant, their faces changed wildly, their heads were covered with white hair visible to the naked eye, their Danhai was churning, their blood was flowing backwards, and their skins appeared in large and dense pimples, turning into putrid pus in the blink of an eye, like five bloody men.
At this moment, let alone using magical powers and manipulating the quasi-emperor’s divine weapons, even escaping is difficult!
It’s not that they were unprepared, or that they reacted too slowly, but that these four holy clans’ magical powers have not entered the human world for a hundred thousand years. Who would have thought that he, an abandoned son of the Jiang family, could possess them?
"Ah..."
Five shrill screams echoed in all directions.
Xin Zhuo no longer hesitated, his aura rose to the extreme, and as the purple mist filled the air, the Zixiao Xuanqing Spear was filled with murderous intent. The spear came out as if it would destroy the world, and eight hundred spear shadows were struck!
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The five most powerful ancestors of Sandao Mountain, their protective magical powers were shattered, and they suddenly flew upside down, like meteors piercing the sky, and crashed heavily into The Jiang family's palace below smashed dozens of ancient palaces in five directions into pieces, with sand and rocks flying and blood mist steaming along the way.
The five divine soldiers had no one to support them, and they whined repeatedly, "Miscellaneous..."
Where they came from, they went there!
One blow, destroying five quasi-emperor soldiers!
And without any hesitation, he waved his Xuanqing Zixiao Spear, turning it into a spear shadow several thousand feet long, and smashed it at where Jiang Feixu was, aiming to kill him with one blow and leave no one alive.
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"Is this...failed?"
"The magical power of one of the four great saints of the same era as the ancient immortal???"
"The Demon Palace, the Jiang family, the Ying family, and the Zhao family are all passive!"
"The ten supreme ancestors have been plotted by him from the beginning!"
"This person is under each family's sect. Is there a traitor?”
“How long has he been preparing?”
Ji Xuanming and Ye Tiao suddenly looked at Mie Laoren, Liu Xianzi and Gui Lingzi.
"This matter..."
To be honest, Old Man Mie and the others were a little confused. They had no idea how long Xin Zhuo had been preparing for it. All this seemed simple, but thinking about it carefully, it was too easy. He seemed to have calculated each family's next move.
They now have reason to doubt whether this unprecedented Nine Bridges monk, the possessor of the original power, is the reincarnation of a disciple of the four holy clans?
No wonder he is so domineering!
Gui Lingzi replied to Ji Xuanming and Ye Tsai: "He has been preparing for so long that we are all his people. Unfortunately, he didn't ask us to do anything at all. He just persuaded you to stand by and watch!"< br>
Ji Xuanming and Ye Tiao couldn't help but shrink their pupils, and their scalps were numb. Thinking about it carefully, even if the two of them took action together, it seemed that the outcome would be unpredictable.
......
"Hengjian Formation!"
"Ten Thousand Demons Formation!"
"Qiankun Connecting Heaven Formation!"
"Zhuxian Sword Formation!"
At this moment, in the Immortal Forbidden City, on the Qiyan Pond, 30,000 disciples from the Yaogong, Jiang, Zhao and Ying clans quickly formed four vast formations full of killing. , blocking Xin Zhuo's way.
He actually blocked a blow.
Not only that, a large number of old, young, women and children who were not qualified to form a formation swooped up from below, carrying their arrogance and apathy towards death!
Xin Zhuo frowned, his figure erratic, changing hundreds of times.
Wherever it passed, blood dyed the sky red, and the densely packed old, weak, women and children were beaten into pieces in groups, and died with their noble blood and pride! (End of this chapter)