The team of Guiling Palace is advancing layer by layer, and thousands of spider-main fighter mechas provide fierce firepower output.
Although these powerful war machines cannot play a role in high-end battles, they can shine brightly in the confrontation between disciples of the Soul Realm who are mainly on the ground.
Especially when dealing with those outer disciples at the fifth level of the Spirit Realm and below, the spider's main fighter mecha seemed more fierce, with the main gun roaring, the machine cannon sweeping wildly, and the powerful fire barrage suppressed those disciples. Talismans and magic make the Guiling Palace look amazing.
But no matter whether it is the battle between disciples at the spiritual level of Guiling Palace, or the elders of Guiling Palace and the elders of Zhengdao flying in the air, they cannot really decide the outcome of this battle.
Even most powerful people in the Taoist realm are only an important force in this sect battle, not the key to determining the outcome.
The real key is the result of the battle between the strongest demon in Qingzhou and the strongest righteous monk in Qingzhou, that is, the victory or defeat of Su Jie and Dong Yu.
Rumbling!
The sea of blood is higher than the other, and it is continuous. There are countless days of thunder flashing in the sea of blood, with unparalleled power, shaking the sky.
In the sea of blood, the Bibo Angry Tide umbrella was spinning wildly. Dong Yu held this medium-grade spiritual treasure in his hand and tried his best to activate the power of the spiritual treasure. The Bibo Angry Tide continued to rush, forming a deep and boundless vortex of ocean. Swallowing the spiritual power of heaven and earth, turning into a rushing dragon and Kunpeng.
This is a confrontation between the Blood Sea and the Bihai. Su Jie relies on his ten-layer blood Sea Demonic Swallowing Arts, and Dong Yu relies on the middle-grade spiritual treasures and Guanchao Pavilion's unique skills.
But the monks and monks, at the end of their cultivation, also see physical body and soul. Although magic weapons are also part of their personal strength, they have no personal spiritual power reserves or skills.
As for Su Jie at this time, the power of the Demonic Swallowing in the Sea of Blood was revealed, and his body turned into a vast sea of blood. The sea of blood did not wither, and Su Jie was immortal.
He can make mistakes countless times, but Dong Yu, who relies on the medium-grade spiritual treasure, can make mistakes several times.
The raging sea of blood became more and more turbulent, like the sky weeping blood, the earth gushed the river of blood, and the sea of blood rolled in. Even the middle-grade spiritual treasure's Bibo Angry Tide Umbrella could not resist with all its strength, and some of the blue oceans were sucked by the sea of blood. Permeation ablation.
Sher!
A long river of blood penetrated the layers of blue waves, turning into a sharp divine sword, tearing a hideous hole in Dong Yu, who was concentrating on controlling the blue wave umbrella.
Dong Yu groaned, his face gloomy.
Su Jie's blood sea of devouring heaven-like magic skills were even more terrifying than he expected. He originally wanted to use the Bibo Angry Tide Umbrella to suppress Su Jie and to wipe out Su Jie's blood sea little by little.
As a result, Su Jie's blood sea was too large and it actually suppressed the Bibo Angry Tide Umbrella.
Looking at the other party's appearance, it seemed that he was planning to take away the Bibo Angry Tide Umbrella in his hand. The movements controlled by Su Jie were more like testing the limits of the Bibo Angry Tide Umbrella in his hand.
Thinking of this, the sea of blood was surging and stirring, and Dong Yu was suppressed and retreated repeatedly.
Damn it!
In just a few minutes, accompanied by the sound of the brocade ripping, Dong Yu's body had another deep bone-visible scar. The wound extended from the collarbone to the waist and abdomen, cutting a large piece of muscles to expose the inside The fiber texture and vaguely creeping internal organs.
There are several such injuries on Dong Yu.
Dong Yu's body flickered, and while suppressing the nearly boiling blood in his body, he stared at the sea of blood with an ugly expression.
"Elder Dong, it seems that your strength is not enough to protect the sect!"
As the sea of blood surging, countless blood suddenly gathered violently, and a blood giant hundreds of meters high rose slowly. His face was exactly the same as Su Jie, and he looked down at Dong Yu from a high place. "Now the game is over. Since Elder Dong has no other trump card, please die obediently and hand over Qingzhou to me."
Su Jie laughed The voice vibrated the world, and the blood giant slapped his hands.
The sky thunder was rumbling and the sea of blood was sweeping across the sky. Dong Yu, who was in it, looked like a lonely boat in the stormy waves, looking extremely fragile and lonely. Even the Bibo Angry Umbrella could not protect him. comprehensive.
Seeing this, Dong Yu could no longer help, turned around and ran away, and flew into a hall on the island in the lake.
"At this time, I still want to abandon the sect and run away."
Taotao's blood sea closed in an instant, and Su Jie returned to his human form, followed closely behind, and admired the other party with great interest. The final struggle.
When Su Jie came to this hall, there was a hidden mouth on the floor here, leading to the deep underground.
"Pretending to be a ghost."
Su Jie sneered and stepped directly into the secret passage.
The secret passage goes down, passing through the deep corridor, and finally presents to Su Jie with an extremely huge underground palace.
This underground palace is huge in area. On one side is a large number of sect classics, spirit stones, spiritual materials, elixirs, treasure cauldrons and other resources and various treasures and treasures. On the other side is The high platform stands, and there are statues of the ancestors of Guanchao Pavilion from all dynasties.
In the front, there is a strange statue here. Su Jie looked familiar. When he looked closely, he found that it was carved from the dragon vein crystal fruit. "If there is trouble in the sect and the disciple is in trouble, Master, please come out of seclusion quickly."
Dong Yu knelt in front of the cushion of the statue of the ancestor, shouted in horror, calling on Guanchao Pavilion's last trump card. "Well, Master?" Su Jie narrowed his eyes, not sure whether Dong Yu really had a trump card or was cheating on him. He didn't hear that Dong Yu had any master.
Thinking to his mind, Su Jie was not slow and slapped out with a palm.
A huge palm that was several meters large and condensed by the holy blood bombarded and knocked down the millions of blue wave barriers of the blue wave anger umbrella protected by Dong Yu.
This is because the palm of the blood-colored giant palm is still holding the ninth-grade holy lotus, which emits brilliant holy light. With the combination of the alien treasure and the corrosive ability of the blood sea, it breaks the defense of the Bibo Angry Tide Umbrella and smashes it at Dong Yu with one punch Ontology.
In the battle of the sea of blood just now, Dong Yu was forced to almost run out of oil, so he had little spiritual power left, and he could no longer exert the power of this medium-grade spiritual treasure.
In contrast, Su Jie is still full of energy and blood, and is full of energy and is completely incomparable.
This is an absolute personal strength crush. Both are at the seventh level of the Taoist realm. Even if there are medium-grade spiritual treasures like Bibo Angry Tide Umbrella, Dong Yu is far from Su Jie.
Dong Yu saw this and his soul was full of death.
"Hmph!"
Just as Dong Yu, the elder of the Guanchao Pavilion, was unable to defeat, the lord was placed on the high platform, and the strange-looking sculpture suddenly lit up.
Immediately afterwards, a majestic momentum suddenly rose from the island in the middle of the lake, and the huge wind pressure directly crushed the platform, and all the sculptures of ancestors of all generations turned into powder.
The next second, a slender figure protected Dong Yu behind him with a strong and domineering attitude.
Bang!
The blood-colored giant palm fell down with a bang, and was directly deprived of power by some rule. The blood turned into curling blue smoke and dissipated directly into the air. "Hey, there are other masters?" Su Jie was surprised and stared at the sudden appearance of the figure with an unexpected look on his face. But this figure was seen as a slender figure, with a faint purple aura lingering around her figure. She was wearing a moon-white wide-sleeved robe, a mysterious cloud sleeve, a three-inch-wide gilded forbidden talisman sword on her wrist, and her sword eyebrows flew slanted. The curve of the temples looks like a sharp blade that is not unsheathed.
He looks like he is in his sixties or seventies, but his eyes, soaked in the frost and snow, were completely gone, but he was full of energy and drooping. As my eyes stared at me, the murderous aura suddenly condensed between my eyebrows made me terrified.
When Su Jie looked at the other person, he felt a sense of déjà. If he looked at him twice, he would see the truth about the other person. He was actually a yang god. "Master, you are finally here." Dong Yu was overjoyed when he saw this and knelt down to the figure.
"Bare, this thing cannot be done well, and you will be broken through the mountain gate so soon."
The old man's tone was old-fashioned, scolding Dong Yu, the great elder of Guanchao Pavilion, just like his father scolding him. Like a son.
"Master, my disciple is not good at doing things. This devil is too strong, and I am far from his opponent."
Dong Yu lowered his head in shame. He knew that his master's current state would be. If it weren't for life and death, let the master go. It was not his wish that Zun came out to save the venue. "Go away."
The old man turned around and looked at Su Jie with a pair of faint lights.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
"You are Su Jie, the guy who ruined my good deeds?"
"Bad your good deeds, we will meet for the first time."
Su Jie looked at the other party up and down, no hurry or slow the opening.
"The dragon vein crystal fruit was originally something in my bag, and you stole part of it. Otherwise, I would have returned to my full posture today, and it may not be necessary to reshape my body."
The old man let out a sharp look. The voice looked at Su Jie with unconcealed murderous intent.
"Oh, you have used the power of the dragon vein crystal fruit to nourish the soul. Now it is the posture of the soul." Su Jie said lightly. This surprised the old man on the opposite side, obviously he did not expect that Su Jie could tell the truth at a glance. He is now a yang god. Although he is an illusory soul, he looks no different from ordinary people. Few monks can see that he has no physical body. "I have some eyesight, much better than the waste under my seat. For the sake of your ability, my name is Di Feng, Guanchao Pavilion, you are qualified to die in my hands. "
"Di Feng, the former sect leader of Guanchao Pavilion, in the Purple Mansion?"
Su Jie immediately understood the origin of this old man.
Once a sect battle broke out between Huoyun Palace and Guanchao Pavilion in Qingzhou. The ancestors of the sects of both sides fought each other to the end. The ancestors of Huoyun Palace died on the spot, and the ancestors of Guanchao Pavilion, namely Di Fengze After returning to Guanchao Pavilion, he passed away a few days later due to excessive injuries.
It seems that the rumors are distorted. Di Feng did not die of serious injury, but instead lived in a breathless state and survived in a spirit.
The powerful power of the Zifu Realm can train the Yang God. The Yang God can walk in the sun. I think if the Yang God was not seriously damaged, he would probably not hide in this dark underground palace.
"Why don't you worship me when I see the purple palace?"
Di Feng's half-closed eyelids suddenly raised, and suddenly shouted loudly, like the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, which was extremely intimidating. .
If an ordinary monk was shocked, he would be so shocked that he would kneel down. The monks of the Purple Palace were people standing at the top of the Dali Dynasty. Each one was a genius and a peerless strong man. He was practicing the Yang God, condensed the Dharma image, and stood up. The benchmark figure at the end of countless monks’ practice.
"I worship your grandma, just Yang Shen, I don't even have a physical body. You can pretend to be a fool."
Su Jie was amused, and he looked at the clown. This Di Feng really takes himself seriously.
However, Su Jie's contemptuous behavior completely angered Di Feng. "Ignorance Junior, since that's the case, let you see the power of the Zi Mansion and understand the gap between you and me. Even if only the Yang God is left, I can suppress you with one hand."
Di Feng carried the back with one hand and tapped forward with the other hand.
Ripple ripples in the void, the aura of the long river of the Great Dao was revealed, and the majestic spiritual power, Yang Shen and the rules of the Great Dao were mixed together. Di Feng was like being involved in a black hole vortex, mixed with various forces. In the end, the whole person turned into a hideous creature.
But I saw this creature that was only five feet tall, with a body like a tiger and a leopard, with a head and tail like a dragon, and its color was both gold and jade. Its shoulder length had a pair of wings but could not be spread, and its head was horned and leaned back.
"This is the Pixiu, an ignorant junior, it's the first time I've seen it. Take out your Blood Sea Magical Art, I'll let you die happily."
Di Fengshu The transformed Pixiu Dharma image roars. The Dharma image is the weaponization of the Yang God and is also the most common and powerful attack method for the monks of the Zifu Palace.
Even the Taoist cultivator who masters the power of heaven and replaces the mind with my heart can only be crushed in front of the Yang divine Dharma.
As soon as the Pixiu Dharma image came out, the void became extremely chaotic. The original spiritual power in Su Jie's body seemed to be absorbed by a black hole, and it was actually passing by quickly.
This is the innate ability of the Pixiu Dharma Image. It only enters and does not leave. It can not only swallow most of the attacks, but also swallow the spiritual power in Su Jie's body.
Even if Su Jie transforms into a sea of blood, he can swallow it cleanly as long as he gives Pi Xiu a little time.
And it only enters and cannot go out. After eating Su Jie's sea of blood, it will eat it directly, and will not give Su Jie a chance to resurrection and reshape. This is why Di Feng knew that Su Jie had a sea of blood swallowing. The reason why the Demonic Art is not afraid of at all is that he is born to restrain himself.
"A junior is just relying on the Sun God's Dharma."
Su Jie smiled, and did not continue to use the Blood Sea Devouring Demonic Art, but instead stretched out his fingers between his eyes and his eyebrows were cracked!
At the same time, the void in front of Su Jie was also cracked.
In an instant, the more surging breath of the long river of the Great Dao spread.
The Yang God, who is just like Su Jie himself, appears, and then the Yang God twists into strips, mixes the breath of the great way, and the void shakes violently, and a huge shadowed giant appears.
It was a round meat ball with wings on its back, with no hands or feet on its back, like a mountain-like ball, with a vortex of one eye in the middle, emitting dazzling glow.
After appearing, the huge wings covered by the flesh film of the Chaos Phrase swept through the strong wind tornado, countless maggot-like tentacles protruded from the gaps in the wing bones, and the purple chaotic one-eye in the center burst into endless glow.
The rock formation groaned dying under the heavy pressure of glow, and the mountain in the underground palace began to collapse, breaking the underground palace. I saw that the sky outside suddenly cracked the purple patterns like spider webs, and the bluestone slabs trembled under my feet. It arched and cracked the bottomless deep grooves and cracks, making it look like a doomsday scene.
In front of this true chaotic magic image, the Pixiu magic image transformed by Di Feng is like a difference between fireflies and bright moon. Both sides are no longer at the same level in terms of body shape, rules, strength, or momentum. exist.
One is that the Yang Shen body was severely damaged and survived by the warm nourishment of the dragon vein crystal fruit. In the Dharma image, there are only eighteen cracked golden elixirs.
One is that with the help of countless faiths of Blue Star, the Yang God condensed 72 golden elixirs, like the Yang God on the glorious sun.
This gap is clear at a glance. (This chapter ends)