The starry sky is cold and dead, and the stars are dim.
The armies of monks from both sides stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles. They were so vast that they filled the void. The atmosphere was a bit stagnant. Even the weakest and ignorant wild beasts stopped roaring.
Miss Lingyan was dressed in silver armor. She had just recovered from a serious injury and her face was a little pale. She stood among nearly a hundred masters of the mid-level Emperor realm in the two realms of Qinglong and Taixuan, silently looking ahead.
Of course she also saw Xin Zhuo on the Nine Dragon Divine Chariot. Her impression of this person was that he was sinister and vicious. He pretended to be crazy and acted like a fool to steal his father's kingdom, and finally took his father under his command. This kind of Humans are scarier than snakes and scorpions.
He reminded Master, but he is as powerful as Master, how can he take this person seriously?
But now this person gave her a different feeling. It seemed that he had a kind of calmness and sharpness that could suppress all directions.
The key point is, why did the Fourth Patriarch Leng, who was looked up to by his fellow disciples, willingly drive for him?
At this moment, Patriarch Qinglong in front said in a deep voice: "Junior brother, what are you doing?"
Patriarch Leng Si looked at his nose and heart, and said coldly: "My hands are itchy and I want to catch the bus. Brother, please leave me alone. I volunteered!"
"You are confused!"
Ancestor Qinglong breathed rapidly and looked at Xin Zhuo: "You kid, you do have some tricks up your sleeve!"
Xin Zhuo walked out of the divine chariot and stepped on the starry sky, making ripples with each step. His cultivation in the late imperial realm was undisguised. Without any emotion in his tone, he said: "Well, I broke my promise!"
The Qinglong Ancestor's pupils shrank, this son... what is his cultivation in the late two hundred years of the Imperial Realm?
A late-stage emperor with two spiritual roots?
Fortunately, this guy has just broken through. He must not have seen the mystery of the first step, so he should be able to deal with it.
He just asked doubtfully: "Broken promise?" ?”
“Hahaha...”
Ancestor Qinglong looked up to the sky and laughed. Suddenly, the aura of the late Emperor Realm reached its peak, rolling up a burst of ripples and beacons as black as ink, continuously changing eighteen directions, the void was torn everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, Xin Zhuo In front of him, he raised his sky-opening sword.
“Buzz——”
The vast domain of the Mist Realm Yuan at the beginning of time is sealed in all directions. Everything as far as the eye can see is filled with ethereal clouds and mist. This mist is specious, it is difficult to tell the true from the false, the true and the false are unclear, the illusion is unpredictable, and any monk who enters will surely die. undoubtedly.
And as he raised his mountain-cutting sword, nine hundred and ninety-nine phantoms of divine dragons appeared from the distant starry sky, roaring and shaking in all directions.
The power of a sword is unpredictable to gods and ghosts, reaching the power of creation that has created the world for ninety years.
"Sure!"
Tai Xuanzi's eyes were erratic. With this attack, few people in the same realm could block it. If Xin Zhuo used his spiritual roots, he would take advantage of it...< br>
"It's stable!"
Miss Lingyan and a group of fellow apprentices looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the next moment, a powerful and mysterious Dao Realm Yuanzhi Great Realm that penetrates the sky and the earth, evolves all things, rises and falls, seals the entire Qinglong Realm, and destroys the Mist Realm that the Qinglong Ancestor is proud of. Shattered instantly.
Xin Zhuo's momentum also climbed to the peak of the late emperor realm. With a wave of two fingers on his right hand, the sword roared into the sky, tearing apart thousands of miles. One sword was like a dragon soaring through the nine heavens, splitting apart everything in the world, and the Qinglong Ancestor The knives struck each other.
“When——”
The bright and dazzling light illuminated the entire starry sky, and a circle of violent ripples spread out, causing countless emperor-level masters and low-level monks to retreat even if they were far apart.
When his eyes focused, he looked again and saw that Xin Zhuo was not moving at all.
The Qinglong Ancestor vomited blood and flew back. His old body was no longer as domineering as before, falling like a rag.
Tai Xuanzi, Ling Yan and others, their eyes followed the Qinglong Ancestor, and their hearts sank to the bottom!
Defeat in one move?
Even in the past two hundred years, facing Patriarch Bazang and Miaoyin Bodhisattva has never been so unbearable!
On the opposite side, Naxinzhuo continued to approach the Qinglong Ancestor step by step.
At this moment, the decadent Qinglong Ancestor suddenly flashed into the sky, as if he was all in disguise before, and laughed loudly: "At the beginning of the Dao Realm, in the first step of swordsmanship, you are very strong, but it is a pity that you are very strong. He is young after all, Look!”
As he formed seals with his hands, he saw golden threads in all directions of Xin Zhuo, like a big net, surrounding him. These threads seemed to be able to seal everything in the starry sky. Dead and crushed.
Immediately, he waved his sleeves fiercely: "Do you know what is the first step to spy on yourself?"
The sleeve suddenly enlarged, as if there was a universe in the sleeve, swallowing all things, and going straight to Xin Zhuo to swallow it. This kind of devouring power exceeded the limit of the late emperor realm, and it was definitely not the "first step" for Xin Zhuo to practice other people's magical powers. "It can be compared.
Xin Zhuo frowned and felt a chill on his back. This kind of power made him feel an indescribable threat. Once he got close, he would definitely die.
Is this the first step for a monk to realize himself? This old man is indeed close to the first step!
Stretching out his right hand, the Fuso spiritual root flashed out, forming a world of its own. The ten true suns shone on the sea of stars, spreading endless power of the true suns. All the golden threads around them broke instantly, and then Tens of millions of true fires were burning towards Ancestor Qinglong.
The Qinglong Ancestor’s pupils shrank. He had heard of spiritual roots in his life, but he had never seen them. He didn’t expect them to be so powerful. There were some mistakes in his previous calculations. Those real fires couldn’t be stopped, just barely. Even after understanding the "First Step Monk's" method, he was unable to use it. Staying where he was, there was only one way to die.
He simply flew away to avoid it, but he just started.
Xin Zhuo stepped forward, raised his eyebrows, and shouted urgently: "Nine Yaos!" "Buzz--"
Nine extremely holy rays descended from the end of the sky. The starlight formed a golden light that was as bright as the sky and the earth, and enveloped the Qinglong Ancestor, instantly stagnating him in mid-air. His clothes were reduced to ashes, and his skin was shriveled and wrinkled.
Then he shouted: "Jianyi!"
"噌——"
A sword passed through the sky and went straight to the neck of the Qinglong Ancestor.
“Pfft——”
The huge head flew high into the air!
Blood splattered.
The head yelled angrily: "Child, you are bullying me like this!"
"Whoops——"
The gesture fell back to its original tone.
“Sword Two!”
“Whoosh——”
Another sword, carrying the fierce sword energy, shattered the void, penetrated the left ear of Qinglong Patriarch's head through the right ear with great force, and carried the head straight into the distance.
“Ah——”
Ancestor Qinglong’s head screamed hoarsely, roaring at the top of his lungs: “This boy is too terrifying, dear brother of Taixuanzi, what are you waiting for? ”
Tai Xuanzi's eyes were gloomy: "Kill!"
The figure flashed, rising hundreds of thousands of feet, waving his sleeves to fill the galaxy, the void rolled, thousands of swords returned to the clan, the vision was terrifying, the beginning of the Mujing Yuan A large area, sealed off from all directions.
The remaining forty or so late-stage Emperor Realm masters each stepped forward and launched a large-area blockade, using their methods and magic weapons.
The entire starry sky, countless miles away, is rolling and tumbling, extremely terrifying!
The low-level monks of Qinglong and Taixuan, the two great realms, retreated again and again. Everyone was shocked by the scene of more than forty masters of the late Emperor realm taking action together.
The three overlords have been fighting for more than two hundred years. It is rare to see such a scene where a large number of masters from the late Imperial realm join forces to attack.
The army of millions of monks in the distant Fulong Realm could not resist the pressure and retreated again and again.
Yuan Qiqi, Peacock, the three mothers-in-law, the Black Water Ancestor and others did not move, and greeted them with gestures:
"Husband!"
"Border Master!"
……
“No need!”
Xin Zhuo waved his sleeves and used the Tao Realm Yuan's Taichu Domain to repel Yuan Qiqi and others, "I alone am enough!"
As he said this, he stepped towards Tai Xuanzi and more than 40 late Emperor Realm disciples. , the aura climbed to the extreme, using the Fuso Spirit Root to protect the body, the great realm of Taichu in the Tao Realm was transformed, the [Eighteen Swords] came out, flying into the sky and escaping to the earth with a roar.
He looked directly at the terrifying aura of a group of Emperor Realm masters, and for a moment he felt a little ridiculous. Is this equivalent to the more than forty Bodhi ancestors back then? !
Close your eyes slightly, use all the [Nianyu] to turn into majestic blue ripples, ignore all means, invade the past, "Swish, swish..."
Go straight to Tai Xuanzi's group people.
"Buzz——"
More than forty Emperor Realm masters were attacked into the Sea of Spiritual Consciousness without any warning, and their brains buzzed in a short time, making them feel confused.
Xin Zhuo, on the other hand, took advantage of the Eighteen Swords, Fuso Spiritual Roots and vast momentum, and flashed away, overwhelming more than 40 people in the same realm!
High in the sky, the sword energy covered the sky and covered the ground for millions of miles, and the real fire set a prairie fire for millions of miles. The momentum was as deep as the sea. The killing was decisive and indomitable, making everyone present unforgettable! !
“Boom——”
In a few breaths, Xin Zhuo arrived a hundred miles behind Tai Xuanzi's forty or so people, and the sword energy of [Sword Eighteen] around him gradually dissipated.
Immediately,
"Puff puff puff..."
More than forty masters of the late imperial realm screamed in unison, and suddenly flew upside down, with more than forty heads Flying all over the sky, the headless cavity sprayed blood, dyeing the sky red.
The huge and messy ripples are stirring endlessly.
All low-level monks in the distance covered their faces and retreated again, but their faces were full of shock and horror!
With one move, the heads of forty-three late-stage imperial realm masters were moved, and they were defeated!
Even spanking a child is not that easy!
Absurd, extremely absurd! (End of this chapter)