Chapter 6833 The smell of gunpowder smoke (third update)

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In an instant, the bloody light turned into bits and pieces and scattered in all directions, forming dots into lines and lines into surfaces, covering the entire space!

Even the gravel powder stirred up by the fishy light was contaminated with the supreme aura of destruction, and the fishy light ignited red streaks of continuous light!

"The world of heaven and earth? Haha, break it for me!"

The Yin Demon Saint Ancestor gave a sharp shout, and immediately the entire space was flooded with fishy light!

...

"Ye Chen, the last time the elder of the Zunling Celestial Clan crossed the space gate, my old injury has not healed. Maybe the coordinates of the space gate this time will not be so accurate!"

Ling'er and Ye Chen left the battlefield and hid immediately.

"When I open the door to space this time, I have to sleep for a while. If I can find nourishing medicine, I can wake up in advance!"

Ye Chen nodded gently, looking at the solemn-looking Ling'er, he smiled softly: "Don't worry, I won't let you sleep for too long!"

Ling'er smiled casually, and then pinched the fingerprints in her hand.

The space in front of him is slowly tearing apart in a "cross" shape, and the figure of Ling'er beside Ye Chen is gradually becoming transparent: "I hope you will be stronger when you wake up next time!"

Ye Chen smiled and gently tapped Ling'er's forehead: "Thank you for your hard work! Have a good rest!"

.......

at the same time.

An area outside Youtian Ancient City was now in a mess, with not a single blade of grass growing.

That terrifying aura was like the eyes of a ferocious beast, staring intently at all living creatures nearby, as if it wanted to devour them alive!

Even the powerful people in the middle and late stages of Baijia Realm felt a kind of terrifying pressure, which was an instinctive fear. The Holy Masters of the Jiang Family and the Holy Masters of the Deng Family were watching from the outside.

"Huh..." The hoarse and heavy breathing echoed in his ears. He raised his eyes and looked at everything around him. An evil smile appeared on the lips of the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor again.

The Yin Demon Saint Ancestor looked at the old man lying on the ground beside him. His devastated body was covered with large and small blood holes. The large translucent hole on his chest had dried up and was no longer bleeding. In the old man's pale palm, there was the original broken gourd. At this moment, it has broken into eight petals.

On the other hand, he also looked embarrassed. At the last moment, he sacrificed the magic stone in his dantian, consuming all the original power, and then destroyed the universe in the gourd.

"cough!"

There was still a faint wheezing sound between the old man's breath.

Countless rays of sound pierced the air, and for a moment, dozens of people came to the scene together, the worst of which were the strong ones in the middle stage of Baijia Realm.

The Yin Demon Saint Ancestor looked calm, and dozens of people bowed at the same time: "Holy Ancestor!"

First, he glanced at the leader, the Great Elder of the Yin Demon Temple, Mo Ran, and immediately ordered in a hoarse voice: "Throw this old guy from the Zunling Celestial Clan under the Black Demon Cliff!"

Another elder from the Yin Demon Temple asked softly: "Holy Ancestor, why don't you deal with him?"

He immediately made a gesture of wiping his neck.

The Yin Demon Saint Ancestor pondered for a long time, and then said: "This old guy cannot die in our hands. The cause and effect of the Zunling Celestial Clan, I would rather believe that it has..."

Mo Ran understood instantly and nodded lightly: "The Holy Ancestor is right. Under the Black Demon Cliff, there is no bottom. This old guy is seriously injured at this moment. Just let fate happen!"

It is said that one is resigned to fate, but if one is thrown into the abyss, is there any reason to survive?



However, at this moment, on the realm of Tiangong Divine Sect, Xu Ling and Xiao Xin, the two youngest elders of the Shenwu Temple and Tiangong Divine Sect, were also at loggerheads.

"boom!"

Xiao Xin took advantage of his unpreparedness and hit Xu Ling's chest hard with a blow, and then sarcastically said: "There is no feeling at all, it's really boring."

He looked slightly regretful and shook his head slightly.

This time, Xu Ling's Burning Heaven's Wrath was brought forward, and he no longer cared about the balance of sect power, and immediately struck a fatal blow:

"Nihuang Tianxin is broken!"

Behind her, a chirping sound shook the sky, and the figure of the neon phoenix burning with flames flashed towards Xiao Xin!

"Are you serious?"

Xiao Xin sighed secretly, she shouldn't have provoked this crazy woman. There were countless disciples of the sect still there. If this blow spread violently, the aftermath alone could kill many disciples.

Xiao Xin gritted her silver teeth, and immediately said in a deep voice to the eighteen elders of the Tiangong Divine Sect behind her: "Let's take action together, we can't let the aftermath of the explosion destroy the mountain gate again!"

Among them, nine powerful men from the Tiangong Divine Sect were the first to take action, and their tyrannical spiritual power intertwined into a giant net, binding the flaming neophoenix in place.

Xiao Xin nodded slightly to the remaining people, and the senior brothers who got the signal took action one after another. How could Xu Ling be able to resist the combined attack of eighteen strong men?

I saw the neon phoenix with criss-crossing flames in the void scream out in grief, and a huge hand appeared out of thin air, grabbed its throat, and shattered the spirit body to pieces!

"boom!"

Intertwined by the huge web of spiritual power laws of many strong men of the Temple God Sect, with just a muffled sound, the neon phoenix turned into a rain of light and dissipated away.

Bits and pieces fell on the soil of the Tiangong Divine Sect, igniting traces of fire.

Xiao Xin waved her sleeves, and a strong wind blew across the entire land of the Tiangong God Sect. The sparks of fire were extinguished before they could start a prairie fire, emitting bursts of burnt smell.

"Okay, okay!" Xu Ling was furious and said the word "good" three times in a row. In the next second, all the more than 20 strong men in the Shenwu Palace got into fighting postures.

The void behind him seemed to be about to collapse at any moment!

There is someone behind this who is far more powerful than Xu Ling!

Xiao Xin represented the Tiangong Divine Sect, and all the powerful men took action together. In the eyes of everyone in the Shenwu Palace, especially Xu Ling, it was full of provocation.

"In that case, let's fight!"

Xu Ling shouted in a deep voice, and the Tiangong Divine Sect took the lead in taking action. In this way, they would have an opportunity to take advantage of, and even if the alliance held them accountable, they would still have something to say!

In front of Xu Ling, the burly man who had previously indifferently questioned the whereabouts of the Shenwu Ling took action first, tore through the void, came to Xiao Xin, and was about to attack Xiao Xin ruthlessly!

"Shatter mountains and rivers with the palm of your hand!"

That palm with a violent and destructive aura came straight towards him. No matter how talented Xiao Xin was at the moment, he couldn't resist the blow from a top powerhouse in the late Baijia realm!

A person also appeared from behind Xiao Xin, stabbing with a long sword in his hand!

"Big Brother!"

"Broken Rain!"

It was too late for Xiao Xin to stop him, a cold light flashed through, and the long sword in the hand of the sword cultivator from the Tiangong God Sect had already been thrust out.

Xu Ling also looked at the scene in front of him with a stern expression. Beside the two strong men who took action, everyone took three steps together!

The terrifying pressure once again swept across the entire Tiangong Divine Sect, and the war was about to break out!

"Nonsense!"

Just as the two powerful men collided, an ethereal female voice sounded, and the next second a figure appeared out of thin air between the sword cultivator of the Tiangong Divine Sect and the burly man of the Shenwu Temple, wearing a white skirt and an outstanding figure!