"Han Pi!"
These two words also spread in all directions.
Before everyone could react,
a Bodhi Miracle Buddha Light Pagoda suddenly appeared on top of Na Xinzhuo's head, hanging down a hundred feet of body-protecting golden light. Then his body shook, and a ten-thousand-foot golden crow appeared. Circling, this golden crow is extremely strong and yang, ignoring all evil attacks and powerful invasions.
Then the Immortal Taoist Soul of Ten Thousand Zhangs went straight to the sky, gathering densely packed restrictions to block the three Taoist souls heading towards Zhao Tingxuan.
Then, he made seals with his hands and muttered words: "The ancient heaven has vast supernatural powers, the Eastern Emperor Divine Bell can control the sun and moon, and can change yin and yang, go..."
"Om——"
A huge ancient golden bell with shining golden light, hanging across the sky and the earth, fiercely covered Zhao Tingxuan, with countless mysterious divine patterns rotating on it.
"This..."
"Nine-story Donghuang Bell?"
"Ancestor Xifu is only on the ninth level!"
"Xin Zhuo..."
The disciples of the Eastern Palace outside were shocked.
Hundreds of people, including Xi Qingfu, Mrs. Siyuan, Xi Guzhe, Yuan Qigui, etc., suddenly stood up.
Tai Lingzhao, the chief of Taixu sword pavilion in the sky, shrank his eyes.
What this means is self-evident!
......
"I have been prepared for a long time, how can I be afraid of you?"
The power of Zhao Tingxuan's sword was briefly blocked, and he glanced around at the phantom of Donghuang Bell, He laughed loudly and waved his long sword: "All Heavens Swallow..."
Before he finished speaking and before his magical power came out, Xin Zhuo suddenly summoned the second Taoist soul. It was an endless abyss, and thousands of nine-color world worm shadows evolved into the sky. With a huge mouth, he sucked in fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow everything in the world.
All Zhao Tingxuan's means were instantly sucked away. His head was dizzy and his Daoyuan power was in disarray.
"You..."
Zhao Tingxuan was shocked. This Xin Zhuo has two souls. They are both unheard of and weird things that have never been heard of. In terms of strength, both are far away. A single soul far beyond his own.
However, Xin Zhuo did not hesitate. Eighteen vast moon patterns shining with moonlight transformed into a giant sword in the sky, piercing through all his means and hitting his chest.
“Pfft——”
The long sword was released, Zhao Tingxuan seemed to be hit by hundreds of thousands of mountains and rivers, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he flew backwards for hundreds of miles.
"Pfft——"
The Nine Nether Black Bird's Dao Soul shattered, and another mouthful of old blood spurted out, flying hundreds of miles upside down.
"Pfft——"
The sword immortal's soul was shattered, a third mouthful of blood spurted out, and it flew backwards for a hundred miles.
"Ah——"
With the last scream, the body-protecting Taoist soul of Emperor Xuanwu on his body was also shattered. His body was like a rag, breaking through the formation of the illusion of the arena, and fell out of the arena heavily, hitting the on the ground.
"Boom——"
Like a lightning strike from the sky and the earth, a ten-mile deep pit appeared on the ground, filled with flying sand and rocks splashing.
Looking at Zhao Tingxuan again, his clothes were torn, his long hair was messy, his face was earth-colored, and his seven orifices were bleeding. He was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, dazed and silent for a long time.
"Boom..."
Thousands of miles away, countless power masters stood up one after another, dumbfounded.
This Zhao Tingxuan, to be honest, the cultivation level of the Fourteenth Heng Realm is extremely powerful, and he is talented as a monster. It is not an exaggeration to say that he can suppress all directions and be the best in the world.
How many people have three souls in the world?
As a result, Xin Zhuo really couldn’t escape!
That's right, even though there was a lot of nonsense before the fight, when they really came into contact, they were defeated in one breath!
The contrast is so great.
"Huh——"
Many people exhaled a sigh of relief and looked hard at Xin Zhuo, who was standing high in the sky, taking a rest, as if he did not use all his strength.
The eyes of Yuan Qi Gui and Xi Gu Zhe looking at Xin Zhuo have become very strange.
Xi Qingfu and his wife looked dull and were speechless for a long time.
Xi Heying and Feiyu were also silent for a long time.
Within a thousand miles, apart from the illusions of the major arenas, there were still sounds of fighting and everything was quiet. "This son is using such methods..."
The Prime Minister of Chaoxing Palace frowned and looked into the sacred chariot, "Is he really just the son-in-law of the Eastern Palace?"
Female Xinglan fell into silence, not knowing what she was thinking.
......
The Jue San in the Qingshan Qingshan camp looked around and suddenly said: "Xin Zhuo is actually one of the two Taoist souls, and both are weird and unheard of Taoist souls. They are completely different. Zhao Tingxuan was restrained; the ninth floor of the East Emperor Bell, I am afraid that most of the East Palace Wuya has never been completed; the golden crow illusion from ancient times seems to be a kind of body protection magical power? And the moonlight divine pattern... is the avenue divine pattern? The accumulation methods of True Realm, Eternal Realm, and Wuya, but ordinary divine patterns are not as powerful as him
And this son is decisive in killing, using silence to stop, and attacking later. It’s remarkable.
It’s really puzzling that Dong Palace spent so much money to cultivate a son-in-law.”
With this explanation, the Shenwu Clan's previous performance is no longer embarrassing.
In the East Palace camp, a large number of old men and women looked around, confused, so...who is training Xin Zhuo? This kind of ability cannot be achieved by Xi Qingfu, his wife and the eldest lady, nor can Yuan Qigui!
They couldn't help but look at the sea of clouds high in the sky, and found that in the sea of clouds, the mist was rolling, and there was a faint collision of the aftertaste of the avenue.
After a while, an old man in red flashed down with such force that he could not breathe. He turned out to be a master of Wuji Taoism. He grabbed Zhao Tingxuan and chuckled: "Today It’s a shame, boy Xin Zhuo, I don’t understand, why don’t you use the sword? Since you have cultivated the nine-layer Donghuang Bell, the Taixu Sword must not be weak!” The master suddenly realized.
That's right, Xin Zhuo didn't even use his weapon in five battles. This is too ridiculous.
Also, who is this old man? Why save Zhao Tingxuan?
Na Xinzhuo stepped out of the illusion of the twelfth arena, looked at the old man, bowed his hands, and said with a smile: "Most of the people in the world are chickens and dogs, but not many people will let me use my sword! Unless Those twenty or so people will come together, or Wuyajing will take action."
These words are truly astonishing to the heavens.
The old man who practiced Wuji also paused and laughed and said: "Good boy, you have some skills. I will remember you forever. See you another day!"
In a flash, they ignored the East Palace formation and disappeared without a trace.
"Shiwanwangchuan? Under Emperor Wu's sect?"
A large number of masters in the East Palace changed their expressions upon hearing this.
......
Xin Zhuo watched the old man and Zhao Tingxuan leave, and turned to look at all the other arena illusions.
I don't know if it was a coincidence or not, but Prince Zhi, Changsheng Zhibei, Changsheng Sheng, Su Lingyan, Si Wuxie, Jun Zizai and others also defeated their opponents and came from a distance.
They were not unaware of the movement outside.
Especially Xin Zhuo’s acquaintances such as Prince Zhi, Changsheng Zhibei and Su Lingyan, their expressions became very strange.
What does this Xin Zhuo... mean?
Xin Zhuo looked at everyone and said with a smile: "I wonder if you are interested in trying the next sword? I mean, everyone should do it together!"
Before Prince Zhi and the others could react, thousands of elders and disciples in the East Palace were excited.
They temporarily ignored the identity of Xin Zhuo's son-in-law and why he became so powerful. After all, he was from the Eastern Palace.
The people of the Eastern Palace are suppressing all directions. Why not be excited?
Even Xi Guzhe, Tai Lingzi, Zhen Qingzi and others had inexplicable flushing on their faces, and their scalps became numb.
However, Tai Lingzhao, the chief of Taixu Sword Pavilion in the sky, was a little puzzled. Even if Xin Zhuo had the strength to defeat Zhao Tingxuan and his cultivation was heaven-defying, it would be difficult for him to beat four hands with two fists. How could he be the leader of dozens of absolute An opponent who is not weaker than Zhao Tingxuan? What was he thinking?
"This kid is so arrogant!"
Mrs. Siyuan looked unhappy, "I don't know how to give up when I see a good thing. If I lose someone, all my efforts will be wasted. It's really... wild boars can't eat fine chaff."
Xi Qingfu returned to his lazy look: "Maybe? After all, you have to know that he is the ninth in the sequence, not Ah Mao and Ah Gou."
Mrs. Siyuan frowned: "I can't think of any possibility of him winning. Could it be that he has three Taoist souls? ?”
She glanced at her daughter subconsciously.
Miss Xi Heying was still silent. She seemed to be in some strange state.
"Hahaha..."
At this time, the pale horse from the Taiyi Sword Pavilion in the East Palace looked around and said with a big smile: "That's great! My disciples in the East Palace have such ambitions. I don't know that other schools have such ambitions." Do you dare to accept it?”
There was silence all around, and an ancestor of Jianzhong sneered: “You Cang Twelve think this is a big deal? Okay? What reason does Xin Zhuo have to win? Are you looking down on the inheritance of our ancient emperor? Li Shenyi laughed: "It doesn't matter whether you win or lose. Let's talk about the fight. There is no shame in losing. At least I, a disciple of the East Palace, dare!"
There was silence all around, as if they were too lazy to pay attention.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, more than 20 people, including Changsheng Zhibei and Prince Zhi, flew out and faced Xin Zhuo directly. The violent aura of the Fourteenth Realm of Heng soared into the sky.
The patriarch of Changsheng, Shengsheng, is a handsome young master with a golden robe and a golden crown, but his temper is not only cold, but also murderous without provocation. He said in a cold voice: "Since ancient times, there has been no number one in martial arts, so we have to compete. , I have been practicing for two thousand and three hundred years, wandering in several realms, and have never been defeated in the same realm. No need for others? I can kill you like a dog butcher!"
He has the capital to say this, and he can live forever with his sword. Sheng, invincible in the same realm for thousands of years, has killed nine Immortal Emperors! (End of this chapter)