The four people came from the four directions of east, south, west and north, shattering the void and blowing away the hazy clouds. They approached step by step. Wherever they passed, the space was ups and downs, and mountains, seas, winds, clouds, life and death all followed them. And move.
The blood energy, demonic energy, demonic energy, and sword energy in the sky turn into clouds and sea.
The majestic and powerful momentum seems to occupy the four directions of the world.
There were not too many expressions on their faces, but there was a bit of bottomless murderous intent in their plain faces.
Xin Zhuo watched silently, these four people are very strong, at least better than the Great Yuan Lord that he has challenged these days!
Is this the background and methods of the remaining few companies?
......
"It has begun!"
"Whether the face of each family in the void world can be restored depends on this battle!"
“Four against one? Even if you win, you can’t even say you can regain your face!”
"It's probably a wheel battle. It would be great if I can beat him!"
Thousands of miles away in all directions of this unfamiliar mountain range, in the snow-covered sky, there are countless figures, either standing in the air or sitting on the top of the mountain. The view is as far as the eye can see.
East Palace Xi Tong, Xi Fu, Yuan Qi Gui, Xi Qingfu, Lie Yang Tian, Jian Kuizi, Cang Hai, including Xi Heying who looked lonely, all arrived.
In addition, all the masters from Jianzhong, Kulinghai, Changsheng Family, Qilin Clan, Feng Clan, Xianxu, Chen Clan, Erzhu Clan, Si Yun Clan, Five Elements Sect, Xuanyuan Clan, etc. .
Changsheng Zhibei, Prince Zhi, Chen Jiuhai, Ye Su and others stood together with complicated eyes. They talked about many of Xin Zhuo's past, and found that everything pales in comparison to today.
...
"Jiankong, Zimo, and Lingba have been famous for thousands of years. They are recognized as the most powerful Yuan Lord in the world, that Menglou..."
One Piece In the clouds in the sky, the Kiriyama clan and a group of masters from Jianzhong, such as Kiriyama Piyan, Jun Wuji and other Great Yuan Masters, sat cross-legged.
The speaker was Wushan Dermatitis, his brows furrowed, and he was very confused, because he had rarely heard of the name Qiankun Qingshan Menglou.
Jianzhong Great Yuan Lord Jun Wuji, who looked young and like a dissolute young master, opened his folding fan and said with a smile: "The demon clan, the head of the eighteen alien races in Qiankun Qingshan, is a direct descendant of the Purple Buddha Emperor. He and that Unlike the descendants of the great emperors who claim to have impure blood, he is the 18th generation grandson of the direct son of the Great Purple Buddha and the Innate Peacock Goddess
Not only does it have the bloodline of the Great Emperor, but it also has the magical powers and secrets of the Peacock Family from the ancient Dark Ages! "
Kiriyama Dermatitis and others took a breath of air, his pupils shrank and said: "Is it him? Why did this person come back? Doesn't it mean... that he followed the divine king in Third River to practice? "
Jun Wuji shook his head: "In the battle between immortals and mortals, how can those half-step emperors remain unmoved? Back then, they even dared to kill Chen Kuling, the last evil emperor. Didn't they want the emperor to come to heaven and earth? "
"Silence! "
Several Jianzhong ancestors scolded in a deep voice.
Jun Wuji realized that he had lost his words, so he couldn't help but close his eyes and stop talking.
Beside the sea of clouds, Ye Miaojin, dressed in a pink robe and with a graceful figure, her waterfall-like hair pulled up into a fairy bun, and a stream of flowers between her eyebrows, stood alone and silently looked at the five figures.
After only two hundred years of not seeing her, she seemed to have changed. The gentleness, virtuousness and serenity of the past had disappeared. She had a cold appearance, and her whole person was indifferent and distant. However, the invisible pressure made people dare not approach her.
Wu Shandong, Jun Xi and the others behind her did not dare to get too close to her.
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"Do the four Jiankong people know Xin Zhuo's methods?"
In the high-altitude sea of clouds due south, there is a faint dragon's power rising into the sky, the shadow of the nine-tailed fox shimmers over the sky and the earth, and the evil spirit stretches across thousands of miles.
It is the masters from the Dragon Clan, the Nine-tailed Fox Clan and Qiankun Qingshan, the demon clan Meng Chong, Jue Dog Ya, the Twelve Demon Saints, the scratching monkey Shanxuan, Longzun Amu, Ao Elegy, Fairy Baihong, Qingqiu Laoqiu, Qingqiu Taiyi and others have extremely terrifying aura.
It is hard to imagine that Qiankun Qingshan and the two ancient holy clans would get mixed up, but in fact, they are of the same different species and are very friendly to each other. They have married many times in recent years.
“Know!”
The Holy Lord of the Demon Clan Meng Chong, stroking his red beard, "If it weren't for this, they wouldn't have waited until now to take action!"
"Is Xin Zhuo really in trouble?" Long Zun's mother leaned on crutches and raised her forehead. The dragon's horns are vigorous and ancient, and his old face is somewhat complicated and hesitant.
They came from Starry Sky and didn’t know Xin Zhuo’s methods, but she knew Xin Zhuo, a boy who had stayed in the Dragon Clan back then.
Meng Chong nodded with a solemn expression: "Tricky! I have seen his fight with Wuhuang Xi of the Phoenix Clan. The old dragon mother should know how terrifying that female phoenix is.
Changye Jinming and Sanwu Zhenhuo were famous for killing all the thirteen tribes of Zafeng, and they were not defeated for tens of thousands of years, but they fell into the hands of Xin Zhuo
The female phoenix felt ashamed of her ancestor's reputation and burst into tears. "Long Zun's mother and Jue Gou Ya were breathing a little faster.
Fairy Bai Hong's beautiful eyes flickered and asked: "So, Jian Kong and the others, What are the chances of winning? "
Meng Chong laughed: "Ten percent! "
"Oh? ”
Everyone looked at him in surprise.
“Know your enemy and yourself, and you will never be in danger in a hundred battles!”
Meng Chong waved the long sleeves of the monster robe with strange patterns, “Xin Zhuo is a very powerful person, and can be said to defy the heavens, but he challenges There are too many sect families, and too many have been exposed. There are no secrets about the great witchcraft and various methods in his body, but Jiankong and others are strangers to him
After all, he! He has never fought against Jiankong, Lingba and others. When he was very weak, Jiankong and others were already the ancestors of the Great Yuan Lord, and the generation gap was too..."
The last word "big", I can’t say it!
On the unknown mountains and rivers in the distance, action has already been taken.
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At this moment, in the snow falling all over the sky, Jiankong, Zimo, and Menglou were sitting cross-legged in the sky, closing their eyes and concentrating, with a terrifying aura that lingered, as if The embodiment of the road.
Only Lingba, a disciple of Emperor Wangchuan Minghai and Wangchuan Wu, a young man with a very domineering name but as weak as a woman, stepped forward with a calm voice and said word by word: "Wangchuan , Lingba, the six-level training platform of Wuji, both good and evil corpses are killed, you and I only have to use one move, one move will determine the outcome, what do you think?"
Xin Zhuo said: "Please!"
"Very good!"
Lingba laughed and stepped forward again. The momentum of the Sixth Stage of Wuji Dao Training soared into the sky, and the overwhelming energy of essence and blood and the power of chaos surged around him. In the Ming River, leaping to the ends of the sky, shooting ninety Ninety thousand divine powers of the Styx transformed into the heaven-reaching Shura divine body. He pointed out a finger to bless his body. He was instantly like a god of heaven and earth. He seemed to have crossed the threshold of the Great Yuan Lord and reached the realm of quasi-emperor. He was rolling on the quasi-emperor road, adding power to the world. , no one can match it!
Not to mention the Great Yuan Master, even the Quasi-Emperor Ancestor must weigh this momentum.
This scene made countless ancient emperor sects and family masters from all over the world look solemn.
Is this still a fight between the Great Yuan Lords?
Not only that, to the left hand side of this person, a hazy figure shrouded by the billowing river of Yin appeared. The evil aura was overwhelming. He held the divine mirror in both hands, and his eyes shot out the dim light of hell. He was like the rumored emperor of the underworld, and he actually had the power of the Great Yuan Lord.
On the right hand side, a Taoist figure in black robes came across the sea of seven stars, as if to save the world, and drank the clear sound of creation in his mouth: "It is better to go back, it is better to go back..."
< br>The Lingba showed an evil smile. He reached the sky above Xin Zhuo and looked down from a high position. Ninety-nine layers of Styx blood-light divine armor were transformed around him. Suddenly, a blood-red divine armor from the void appeared in his empty right hand. The gun, the majestic pressure of the quasi-emperor, is shocking.
The gun is a quasi-emperor's divine weapon. This person's cultivation level can barely control the Hunyuan divine power in the gun.
“Boy, when I fought with the immortals, you were not yet born. When I became the Great Yuan Lord, your parents were still young. How can you fight with me?”
"Boom——"
The terrifying pressure instantly tore apart the space in all directions. The strong wind blew and the mountains below collapsed, as if everything would turn into nothingness.
Xin Zhuo in front seemed to be trapped in a stormy ocean, alone and extremely small.
In the eyes of everyone from all directions, there is an illusion that he has fallen behind in such a terrible attack. Even if he uses all his methods, there is nothing he can do to recover!
Although he is very powerful and has defeated dozens of great ancestors from ten families these days without ever losing, there must be a reason why his witchcraft is strange and difficult to break,
Now that the Lingba has come prepared and has understood his whole life, how can he defeat him?
“The great witchcraft of sub-hundred yuan level, the River Styx imprisons the yuan!”
“After all, it is...”
Countless people sighed quietly.
“Death!”
Lingba's blood-red spear broke through everything. The tip of the spear reached a foot away from Xin Zhuo's eyebrows. With nearly 70 Hui Yuan's divine power, it roared into the sky. The eighteen small worlds at the tip of the spear collapsed and turned into flowing light. It had reached the level of Hunyuan. Super level wizardry and spear skills.
Everything in front of me turned into powder.
The evil corpse "Emperor of the Underworld" locked his divine eyes on Xin Zhuo, and struck Xin Zhuo's body with the divine sword in his hand, scraping the bones and removing the flesh.
Master Shanshi Taoist flicked the fly whisk, pretending to imprison Xin Zhuo's soul and send it into the endless void.
The Shura giants in the Three Thousand Miles River of Styx, with their full blessing, made the Lingba's strength once again rise to a heaven-defying level!
The means to get close to the quasi-emperor are impeccable! It is indeed invulnerable and irresistible. It is the most powerful enemy Xin Zhuo has ever encountered when entering the Great Yuan Lord Realm!
However, he still looked at Lingba indifferently, letting the tip of the gun reach his eyebrows, and said softly: "You lose!" (End of Chapter)