Four men in white gowns stood quietly on the spot with cold eyes. They could not see any movement, but their figures suddenly became illusory and disappeared in an instant.
At the same time, rays of sword light shone like a blizzard, cutting off all the chariots of the Natural Cult.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang...
There was an earth-shaking loud noise, and on each chariot, runes flashed, and complex light patterns emerged from them. Defense arrays intertwined with each other to form a huge array, blocking the clone of the ancestral sword. s attack.
Immediately, the lines engraved on the chariot lit up again, and a strange chill, like a stream in the dark night, surged quietly, ready to go. The huge gray wave swept towards Zhan Wuji with a bone-chilling momentum. .
Zhan Wuji raised his head and looked at the [Origin Qi Furnace] in the void, his eyes flashing with hot light.
The three-legged round tripod shines brightly, and the figure inside has turned into a beautiful girl. She has a charming smile on her face, which perfectly sets off her appearance. A thick evil aura comes from her body. It spread out like a majestic cold current, covering the area.
Zhan Wuji's voice suddenly became majestic: "Curse!"
A huge curse came and began to pollute the world.
The roc flapped its wings, the carriage whizzed by, and countless white gowns surrounded them. The mana still poured down like a torrential rain, but there was no strange change in the mana. Although the mana was overwhelming , but it didn't seem to hit them.
This scene is exactly the same as the one he used just now!
Countless thoughts flashed through Zhan Wuji's mind, and he quickly said: "Everyone!"
A Dawson cold ax appeared in mid-air, instantly covering the entire world.
As soon as the replica of the "Devil-Slaying Ax" appeared, it immediately burst out of the sky and collided head-on with the various spells, magical powers, curses, and poisons that came from all directions, forming an unstoppable force.
The space trembled violently, and fine cracks spread across the sky like spider webs.
Rays of light flickered like fireworks blooming.
"Son of Zhan, let me see you off!" Just when the demon-slaying ax collided with many attack methods, a vicissitudes and rich voice suddenly sounded in Zhan Wuji's ears.
Before his voice could completely fall, a space crack suddenly appeared behind Zhan Wuji. A white gown danced in the wind, and a powerful aura from the late stage of Hedao emerged from the crack. He slapped Zhan Wuji without hesitation. Wuji slapped him on the back.
A big black hand took shape quickly, and the color was as thick as ink. There seemed to be countless injustice souls roaring in the big hand, and countless illusions struggling inside.
This palm, like a huge mountain, struck Zhan Wuji hard at the back of the heart with the power of destroying the world.
Zhan Wuji suddenly turned around, but this time, he did not wave a sword again, but instead punched his opponent.
The two palms collided in mid-air, but without any collision, they penetrated directly through each other's body without any resistance.
Facing Zhan Wuji's punch, the Great Elder looked calm and had no intention of defending at all. The punch directly penetrated his arms and hit his chest!
In an instant, Zhan Wuji suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.
His palms can capture himself, but his own palms cannot capture himself!
This thought flashed through Zhan Wuji's mind. He raised his head and looked calmly at the great protector of the Xiantian Sect. Suddenly, his figure stopped suddenly and did not move at all.
The senior brother's momentum was overwhelming, and he was about to land a palm on Zhan Wuji's chest. Suddenly, his whole body shook, as if he was an insect trapped in a spider's web, and could no longer move at all.
The next second, a clone of a battle ax suddenly appeared in front of him, and the sharp battle ax struck hard on his neck.
Whoosh!
The [Devil-Slaying Ax] roared out and cut through the space. After one blow, the guardian was crushed into nothingness like a wisp of smoke.
Then, a Supreme Elder from the Hedao Realm, like a ghost, came to Zhan Wuji's side in an instant and punched out!
This punch brought with it fierce wind, like a sharp blade, and the sound of whistling wind, which was terrifying.
At this moment, the carriages flashed with light and formed a large formation to block the waves of attacks. Inside the carriages, a group of "Xiantian" believers wearing white gowns formed a seal with their hands.
The next second, there was another wave of attacks, overwhelming and bombarding Zhan Wuji.
Zhan Wuji's face gradually became serious. The [Original Qi Accumulating Furnace] at this time was very different from before!
It only reveals the word "yin", but any cultivator of the Tiansheng Cult can be turned into fly ash, making it impossible to use all his tricks!
Moreover, neither his sword skills nor his curse can touch the strong men of the Xiantian Sect, only the law can touch them!
"There may be an upper limit, or there may be some loopholes that I haven't discovered."
"Otherwise, with just one hand, Han An Sword Sect could be defeated."
"When this battle is over, I can ask Master about the 'Natural Cult'."
Thinking of this, Zhan Wuji moved without any hesitation, and uttered one word in an ethereal voice: "Everyone!"
As he spoke, a clone of [Original Qi Gathering Furnace] appeared beside him.
Countless three-legged round tripods float in mid-air, densely packed and densely packed.
The tripod-shaped woman originally looked gentle and charming, but she soon turned into a majestic man.
Along with this change, the cold air on Zhan Wuji's body also receded like the tide, and was replaced by a scorching air, like a scorching sun hanging high in the sky.
boom!
Zhan Wuji caught the strike of the guardian in the late stage of Hedao with one hand.
Then……
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...
A stream of blood-red sword light roared out!
A majestic sword energy cut through the sky, covering the sky and the earth, like a bloody ocean, covering the sky and the sun.
With one slash of the sword, this powerful person in the Hedao Realm instantly turned into a ball of mist and dissipated invisible.
Blood spattered, and streaks of sword light passed by where he originally stood, sweeping in all directions.
Boom boom boom boom!
Amidst a series of explosions, the spells used to attack Zhan Wuji collapsed like bubbles being popped in front of this sword light.
The sword was as powerful as a rainbow, still slashing at the carriages driven by Xie Peng.
Zhan Wuji stood in mid-air, with tiny lines appearing in his eyes. These lines were crisscrossing each other, which was the art of eternity!
Wherever he could see, the aura of the Xiantian Cult monks was rapidly weakening.
