It was a massive "hurricane", composed of icy frost and snow and ethereal mountain patterns that were uncertain of life and death. It roared from a distance, fell to the sky and turned into a white figure.
"boom--"
The majestic momentum suddenly spread out, and Daluo Sect's mountain-protecting formation seemed to have encountered a strong enemy. It hummed and automatically formed a semicircular light curtain. The five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth flowed, implying the sun, moon, and stars.
The "Da Luo Secret Altar" below shook violently, and the densely packed low-level disciples staggered around for an instant, and they couldn't help but panic.
"Buzz——"
The powerful pressure of the Semi-Saint fell immediately, and even though there was a large formation blocking it, it still rushed down in strands, pressing on the shoulders of many people.
Thousands of low-level disciples who were already swaying fell instantly.
The man looked down indifferently, wearing a white robe that rustled in the wind. He ignored the large number of Yuanji masters, saint sons, saints, and elders of all kinds in the two sects and one holy land, and looked directly at Mr. Dongfang, Lord Destroyer of Spirits, and Qi Ancestor Du, his eyes were full of cold murderous intent.
The words "old dog" just made were unabashed humiliation and ridicule.
Many people recognized him immediately, Da Luo's abandoned disciple Xin Zhuo!
It is difficult to describe him deliberately in words. The word "handsome and beautiful" is inappropriate, and the word "unruly and domineering" seems wrong. He is not arrogant or arrogant at all, but he is who he is. When he comes with murderous intent At that time, he was absolutely sure that there was nothing he could not do that he decided to do. Such a person is the most terrifying!
Below, countless geniuses and saints from two sects and one holy land, who were graceful and noble in broad robes and big sleeves, had outstanding talents, were either unparalleled in beauty or majestic, felt unprecedented pressure. For a moment, they lost all their bearing, and their expressions were sluggish.
Xin Zhuo is not dead yet, he has returned...
Quasi-saint!
Daozhen, Li Wuxia, Pavilion Master Xie, Chu Zongwei, Li Guofu, Chen Changsheng, Nie Shenghuan, Yu Zhuji and other people who knew Xin Zhuo back then, their expressions changed again and again. They really couldn't understand why Xin Zhuo was rumored to be dead so many times. But he never died, and now he is so powerful, so powerful that people look up to him, surpassing all his peers and elders.
Liu Qingfeng, Chu Siniang, Nangong Wentian and other senior members of the Xuantian Sword Sect had complex expressions on their faces. They were unable to express their emotions for a while. Should they be happy or worried?
Those with the most complicated emotions must be Mr. Dongfang and the others. The Soul-Destroying Venerable and the Seventh-degree Ancestor looked at Mr. Dongfang fiercely. Five years ago, Mr. Dongfang asserted that this son was dead, but why...
Mr. Dongfang frowned and stared at Xin Zhuo with an incomprehensible confusion in his eyes.
Five years ago, he squatted beside Xin Zhuo for seven days at the edge of the abyss in the forbidden area of the Holy King's Well. Why was he not dead yet? Why are you still alive, and why are you already a quasi-sage? Is there any truth in this world?
The huge "Daluo Secret Altar" fell into deathly silence at this moment.
It is really a great irony that the dignity of the super sect has been crushed to dust by the words and momentum of this abandoned disciple.
Only Li Fan, the young disciple of Xuantian Temple, staggered up and pulled his master Li Sijuan timidly: "Who is he?"
A young man can be so frightened. Just now he said that the people in the Great Altar can break the heavens, but now he is silenced by one person's suppression. This...
"It's...Uncle Xin Zhuo." Before Li Sijuan could answer, senior brother Ning Yu replied in a trembling voice. His body was shaking and he was breathing desperately, like a fish that was about to die of thirst.
"He...is Master Xin!" Li Fan muttered with his eyes widened.
"Xin Zhuo..."
Mr. Dongfang seemed to have finally accepted the fact that Xin Zhuo was still alive and a master in his field, and hissed: "What do you want to do?"
Xin Zhuo chuckled, word by word, and spread to all directions: "Did you not hear clearly? Or are you pretending not to know? Mie Daluo, kill you, the old dog, and Mie Ling, the old bald donkey. Even if the gods come, they can't save you." ,I said!"
Although the words were casual, they were filled with firm determination.
The densely packed Holy Land and sect disciples below had unprecedented solemn expressions on their faces. No one could underestimate the determination of a quasi-sage.
"Hahaha……"
The Spirit-Destroying Lord suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "You are still a little younger. Even if you are a Quasi-Saint, how can you break through the mountain-protecting formation? What about you, these four Quasi-Saints..."
Before he finished speaking, three suns suddenly appeared in the sky, blazing and dazzling, shooting down tens of thousands of rays of light, which made it impossible to look directly. A thousand-foot golden armored god suddenly stepped out of the sun, with a spear in his hand like a heaven-slaying artifact, and stabbed hard. Down, there is nothing that changes for dozens of miles along the way, and it is impossible to figure out.
"One of the nine secrets, the blessing of mountain patterns..."
This magical power has exceeded the understanding of most people, and countless people looked at it with dull eyes, confused.
"Da Luo disciples listen to the order and bless the magic circle!"
However, Patriarch Dongfang jumped into the sky and waved his sleeves heavily to give orders.
"Here!"
Only then did tens of thousands of Daluo disciples react and flew to various places with good training, including Ning Yu, Li Fan and others.
Li Fan staggered behind Ning Yu and said in horror: "Why did Uncle Xin attack the mountain gate? Why would Uncle Xin be such a terrible person..."
"Shut up! How can there be so many reasons?" Ning Yu scolded, "Fengze, let's go!"
As soon as the two of them entered the palace where the wind was roaring with a large group of people, the terrifying pressure and tremors were felt, which was beyond human control.
A group of people managed to create a true energy blessing formation, and then looked outside, only to see that the four quasi-saint ancestors Dongfang and Mie Ling had already wrapped up the overwhelming quasi-saint aura and headed straight to the sky to greet them.
And the spear of the golden-armored god has also approached the mountain-protecting formation!
The shock became more intense, and a group of ordinary disciples turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Li Fan's pupils were also wide open, blood slowly flowed from his seven orifices, and his Yinxu realm cultivation seemed to have turned into paper.
"Blessing..."
At this moment, above the surrounding palaces, Yuan Yourong and Qin Yuliu among the Bauhinia Holy Land masters, Si Ying and Wujiang among the Daluo masters, Chen Fang, Bai Qingqing and Guizhizi among the Dayan masters, and a large group of elders, all jumped to the sky. Expand the powerful energy and strengthen the formation!
Everyone vaguely came back to their senses and felt that it was ridiculous. One person was fighting more than 10,000 warriors, two super sects and masters from a holy land. The pressure was so overwhelming that people were breathless and panicked.
Has such a thing ever happened in the world?
next moment.
"boom……"
Daluo Sect's mountain-protecting formation that has been built for thousands of years has been reset countless times by Mr. Dongfang, but it is still vulnerable, like a hemp pole, being shattered by the spear of the golden-armored god.
The quiet true energy and the clear source of Zhoutian Bagua formation flowed, and the sobs dispersed.
The entire Daluo Sect shook violently, and cracks appeared in countless palaces.
"ah……"
Intense screams spread in all directions, and half of the ordinary disciples who were holding the blessing array were shocked to death.
"boom……"
The bright infuriating waves in the sky exploded, like the sky collapsing, and the phenomenon stretched for hundreds of miles.
Yuan Yourong, Si Ying and other masters below flew violently upside down.
The Daluo Sect Li Wuxia, Chu Zongwei, Li Guofu, Pavilion Master Xie and others on the ground turned pale and retreated continuously.
Especially Chu Zongwei, Li Guofu and others looked dull, and their minds were filled with images of the first time they saw Xin Zhuo, how weak he was at that time, why he was... like this...
…
But high in the sky, Dongfang, Mie Ling, the Seventh-degree Ancestor and another Bauhinia old woman remained motionless, blocking the aftermath, but their expressions were extremely solemn.
Xin Zhuo's attack, with the strength of four people and the blessing of tens of thousands of Da Luo disciples, still couldn't prevent the mountain guarding formation from breaking. When did the mountain guarding formation become so papery?
And if they hadn't blocked it, the disciples below would have suffered more serious casualties.
One shot like that!
The Mie Ling took a deep breath, looked at Xin Zhuo coldly, and hissed: "You are a little thief. You have been targeted by big shots for a long time. You killed your fellow sect, abandoned your sect, and colluded with the ancient clan. Earlier, It's just your luck that you won't be killed. If you don't talk about destroying the sect today, how can we spare you! Kill him!"
First, he rolled up the sea-like martial arts mountain pattern and pointed it out. The fragrance was fragrant, and the sky was full of green vines and red flowers growing continuously.
Mr. Dongfang's old face had a murderous look on his face, his beard and hair were spread out, he stretched out his hand and pointed: "Every time comes, the heaven and the earth work together, a picture can save life, Xin Zhuo, die!"
The martial arts mountain pattern is winding and twisting, transforming into a landscape painting of heaven, earth, and people, with endless killing intent and golden light emerging.
The seventh-degree ancestor suddenly sat cross-legged on a lotus leaf, holding a sword box in his left hand. He patted it gently, and the nine-handled sword flashed with dazzling light. Ups and downs, covering high altitudes, shooting Xin Zhuo rapidly.
The last old Bauhinia woman was sitting cross-legged on the spot, her body was full of golden light, and she threw out a string of beads. The beads circled around and used them as a hood for Xin Zhuo, shooting down a drowsy glow.
Four quasi-sages, four magical powers and martial arts, ups and downs in the world, intimidating all directions, even if they deliberately avoid the tens of thousands of warriors below, it still makes people feel unprecedented pressure.
Looking at Xin Zhuo in "The Wild Waves", he seems to be alone, but he is calm and composed. He just looks directly at the attack of the four quasi-sages. His body is shaken, and the cultivation level of the three quasi-sages rises into the sky, turning into three yangs in one breath. , "Leng Yue" slashed out a sword in his hand,
"whispering sound--"
The piercing sword sound resounded throughout the world!
The power of the sword holds down the mountains and seas, and the three suns shine together with the crescent moon.
Nothingness, hollow, hazy mountain patterns, endless blessings.
One sword is divided into four swords, and the four swords are like a long river hanging in the air, extremely powerful!
(End of chapter)
