In the sky above the Thousand Palaces of Daluo Sect, which is as majestic as an immortal's mansion, thousands of remaining disciples of one holy land and two super sects are looking up at them.
The five quasi-sage masters moved from the south to the north, filling the sky with brilliance and unparalleled innate energy and mountain patterns, and collided with each other.
"Dark clouds are over the city", panic and unease!
Many disciples trembled slightly and subconsciously took a few steps forward, staring intently.
They were not qualified to participate in this kind of fighting situation, but winning or losing seemed to determine the life and death of many people.
"Xin Zhuo has no hope of winning!"
Yuan Yourong clenched his sword tightly, looked at Qin Yuliu and strengthened his belief.
"The four ancestor-level quasi-sage masters have been famous for a long time. They all have all five doors open and will never lose!"
Daluo Sect Siying Shengzi and others also had firm faces.
However, the next moment, the difference between the idea and the reality was too big.
Terrifying waves of true energy surged in the sky and fell with a crash, causing thousands of warriors to stagger back.
"Bang bang bang..."
The fight between the five quasi-saints only lasted for three breaths. The four terrifying sword shadows severely chopped into pieces the quasi-saint magical powers of Dongfang, Mie Ling, the Seventh-degree Ancestor and the Bauhinia Old Woman. On four people.
"puff……"
"ah……"
The four quasi-sage ancestors' body-protecting zhengang barely resisted the sword shadow, but they couldn't bear it. They vomited blood, like four pieces of rags, and suddenly flew upside down. Their aura was messy, and their four faces looked confused and frightened. and puzzled.
In just an instant, Xin Zhuo's strength actually surpassed several of his own, and the terrifying mountain pattern seemed to have reached an insurmountable point!
Thousands of warriors, saint sons, and elders below were stunned. Their eyes followed the four quasi-sage ancestors flying upside down, and their hearts also dropped!
Xin Zhuo was able to kill four quasi-sages with one strike, so powerful!
What kind of martial arts did you practice? !
Looking at the sky again, Xin Zhuo just swayed and took three steps back. But in the next moment, like a shooting star chasing the moon, he went straight to the four quasi-sage ancestors below and waved a palm.
The palm is like a mountain, the nine-color true energy is rolling, and the emptiness of the mountain pattern turns into chaos. In the blink of an eye, the palm becomes solid, holding the power of destroying the heaven and the earth, and goes straight to kill the four quasi-sages. On the way, the illusion is destroyed, and the phantom slowly slows down. Covering half of the mountain gate.
So majestic and domineering!
"boom……"
Under the giant palm, a large number of disciples in mid-air couldn't bear the presence of the quasi-sacred mountain pattern on their bodies. They all fell to the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices, severed meridians, and all their cultivation was in vain.
Experts who had the ability to dodge, such as Zi Jing Su Lao, Da Luo and Dayan's Su Lao Holy Son, could only turn pale and avoid the sharp edge, flying to other places. However, they were still in the middle of the road, and their bodies were stagnant and painful.
Fortunately, Dongfang and Mie Ling forcibly stabilized their bodies. With fright and confusion on their faces, they struck out one after another and faced the giant palm in the sky.
The divine body and bloodline phenomena behind him are majestic and soaring to the sky, transforming into divine beasts, mountains, rivers and rivers, providing endless blessings.
"Buzz——"
The five quasi-sages were in a brief stalemate again, competing for Qi, mountain pattern and accumulation.
The entire Daluozong Mountain Range and the palace shook violently, dust and bricks fell, and the newly cracked palace walls and mysterious walls collapsed.
However, the next moment, four against one, they were still defeated by Xin Zhuo.
The Spirit-Destroying Venerable couldn't help but his eyes were blood red, and he shouted angrily and unwillingly at Xin Zhuo: "Little bandit, why are you so lucky that you have been able to survive many times and defeated three quasi-sages? Why are you so powerful? Which mental method have you cultivated? , whose martial arts did you learn from? How unfair is the world!"
"How can heaven and earth be fair! When I was weak, no one would pity me. Today... no one can give birth to a child!"
High in the sky, Xin Zhuo looked like a demon. He stretched out his finger and pointed it again, and the chaotic mountain patterns descended one after another.
"boom……"
The giant palm's light grew brighter and suddenly sank.
"puff……"
Dongfang, Mie Ling, the Seventh-degree Ancestor and the Bauhinia Old Woman could no longer hold on. Their internal organs were injured, their mouths and noses were bleeding, and they were hit hard below.
"Boom boom boom..."
The magic circle of the "Da Luo Secret Altar" collapsed and four figures smashed into a pile of palaces.
The true energy of the five great quasi-sages rippled out, and nearly a thousand low-level Daluo disciples, no matter how talented they were, no matter what opportunities they had, had no chance to grow. They were unable to dodge, and their ancestors were unable to protect them. They were shocked to death.
There really is no reason in this world.
"boom……"
The aftermath continued, and palaces hundreds of miles away collapsed one after another.
A large number of masters who were still alive in the distance were like falling into a quagmire, struggling and miserable. But what made them even more desperate was that the ancestors were defeated. They were defeated cleanly. The eyes looking back were full of numbness and panic.
At this moment, Xin Zhuo was still restless. He held the "Leng Yue" in his hand and slashed at the ruins with his nine-color Qi.
One of the Potian sword blades can be transformed into three, and three can be transformed into hundreds.
The continuous ruins were once again reduced to dust, and dust flew into the air.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
However, in the ruins, the bruised Dongfang, Mie Ling, Seventh-degree Ancestor and Zijin Old Woman jumped up with unwillingness and anger, and their bodies swayed and turned into the size of a hundred feet.
This is the phantom of the quasi-sage who has broken through the five gates and opened the "Nine Sutras of Dharma". It is like a god, extremely huge, and its true energy, strength, and mountain patterns are ten times stronger.
The faces of the four ancestors showed determination and fighting for their lives. Not only that, the old Bauhinia woman respectfully took out a four-foot long sword that was all black. The momentum of the earth swept across all directions.
Even a quasi-sage would not dare to take advantage of him lightly.
The weapon of the Holy King!
The four of them relied on the blessing of the true body of the law and controlled the holy soldiers together to kill Xin Zhuo.
The sword light rushed into the night, covered the ground, rolled and swayed, the strongest in the world, went straight to Xin Zhuo.
Mr. Dongfang's voice was like thunder, and he roared: "Xin Zhuo shall die!"
Xin Zhuo was so free that there was no expression on his face. He looked directly at the holy soldiers. The next moment, he leaned forward, his eyebrows opened, and an extreme cold blew in all directions.
“Creak…”
In the blink of an eye, the ice covered hundreds of miles up and down, and the entire Daluo Sect became a world of ice and snow.
Most of the thousands of remaining disciples of the two sects and one holy land have become ice sculptures, and the remaining people are even more difficult.
Not only that, ninety-nine strands of dark blue ice suddenly appeared in Xin Zhuo's ice eyes, evil and sinister, as if even the air was frozen, facing the holy soldiers.
"Jingling..."
The most powerful holy soldier, with terrifying killing power, was actually frozen in the air by Orchid's frost and ice.
The deadly look on the faces of Dongfang, Mieling, and Qidu slowly disappeared, their beards, eyebrows, and hair were covered with frost, and their pupils shrank, turning into endless despair in an instant.
"The Divine Water of Heaven and Earth..."
The old Bauhinia woman looked at the frost between heaven and earth and murmured, "What kind of character is this..."
"Kill you all today and settle the karma for a lifetime!"
Xin Zhuo swayed and teleported in front of the four quasi-sages. The cold moon and chaotic mountain patterns appeared together, and the sword light filled the long sky.
The reaction of the four quasi-sages was not unpleasant. Their weapons were unsheathed, the mountain patterns were undulating, and they fought back with all their might.
The dazzling sword light collided, and the huge momentum turned the entire Daluo Sect sky into a mess like paste.
In the eyes of the remaining Bauhinia Holy Land masters, Daluo, and Dayan disciples, an unforgettable scene soon appeared in the sky——
The seventh-degree ancestor of the Dayan Sect was cut in half with a sword, blood spattered, and the body slumped down.
The old woman Bauhinia was also a quasi-sage, and she was domineering. At this moment, her head flew up, and her headless cavity splashed seven feet of blood.
The rickety body of the Spirit-Destroying Lord stopped quietly in the sky, looking at Xin Zhuo silently. The hostility, anger, and murderous intent on the old face all disappeared, and slowly turned into pain and regret. She seemed to have thought of it again. Everything in the Flowers in the Mirror, the fear of Yaoqiu's death, the hatred after recovering the memory, the glory, family love, and cultivation in this life were also passed through my mind, and finally settled on the snow-covered Autumn Palace in that winter. Under the commandment monument in the pavilion, there was a helpless young man with a thin body.
"Shi Ye Ming Ye, it is indeed...the end of cause and effect, but I hate it..."
A blood line appeared between her eyebrows, winding all the way to her lower body. Then with a "bang", her body broke into two pieces, and her internal organs and all her cultivation turned into water and fell down.
Only the old Mr. Dongfang was left. There was a sword mark on his chest that was as deep as the bone. There was a trace of fear on his face. This kind of fear had not appeared for many years since Jinghua Shuiyue. Suddenly, he took out a sword from his arms. A small shield, good at facing the wind, was held in front of him and flew straight into the distance.
That's right! Escaped!
"Dongfang, why run away? There's no chance!"
Xin Zhuo silently looked at his back, put the fingers of his right hand together, and rolled up a crescent moon with the "Leng Yue" sword. Blessed by the void mountain pattern, he flew away quickly like a meteor chasing the moon. The air along the way curled up, as if it was anxious.
"boom!"
The small shield spirit treasure might be able to block most of the quasi-sage's blows, but it shattered under the "Mountain Pattern" sword, and the long sword's speed continued unabated, heading straight for Dongfang's back.
"puff--"
It instantly penetrated Mr. Dongfang's body, and the terrifying power took him flying far away, and landed heavily on a cliff.
The hilt of the sword shook slightly, and a spider web crack appeared on the mountain wall, climbing around.
His old face was pressed against the stone wall, and he turned his head with great effort. His face was full of humiliation and helplessness, but he used his remaining strength to shout: "All disciples of Dayan, Zijin, and Daluo, form an formation to cope with the great catastrophe! Xin thief fights for his life!"
Xin Zhuo is already in a "catastrophe"!
That's right! Countless Da Luo disciples have fantasized countless times about where their family's catastrophe will be after the prosperity of Wanwu, but they really never thought... it should be in Xin Zhuo!
In the icebergs and snow from all directions, frightened by the majestic and brutal fighting of the five quasi-sages and the murderous intention of the demon-like Xin Zhuo, the masters and disciples of the three parties were already frightened. Frankly speaking, they came to participate in the "Tian Yuan Skills Discussion". ", but I don't want everything to become a joke.
At this moment, when I heard Mr. Dongfang’s cry, I also knew that life and death were happening in an instant. They all flew by, forming a huge sword net in an instant, with about 800 Yang Realm and above masters!
Eight hundred weapons pointed straight upward, shining with a shocking light!
A large number of Su Lao, Si Ying, Yuan Yourong, Wujiang, Bai Qingqing, Guizhizi, and even Xie Pavilion Master, Li Wuxia, Li Guofu, Daozhen, Yu Zhuji, Chen Changsheng, Nie Shenghuan and even Ning Yu, Xie Lingwu and Li who were lucky enough to survive Everyone is among them.
Regardless of whether they are willing to be enemies of Xin Zhuo, they are still disciples of their respective sects, and they have their own beliefs.
The sect is what needs to be protected most in this life, it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong!
Xin Zhuo put his hands behind his back and watched silently. He did not stop him, but just glanced at it. Fortunately, Master Liu Qingfeng and others were standing far away, looking blank and not participating.
Looking at the familiar or unfamiliar faces in the sword formation below, Xin Zhuo sighed softly: "Dayan has been destroyed, and Daluo will be destroyed. This is what I vowed back then. You don't have to do this. If you swear to break away from each other, In our sect, I, Xin Zhuo, will let bygones be bygones and let you go!"
No one spoke, and everyone's eyes became determined. Today... the only one who died was.
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment. He didn't understand the sect culture of this world. He didn't look down upon or tease him. He just raised his hand and transformed the three yangs with one breath. The nine colors of true energy roared, and with the blessing of the chaotic mountain pattern, he exhausted all ten successes. With strength, strike down with one palm.
The palm turned into a phantom of a square jade seal.
"boom……"
The sword formation hastily formed by eight or nine hundred people only lasted for six breaths before it collapsed. Most of the figures staggered and fell, still high in the air, bleeding from the seven orifices, collapse of meridians, and death from breathlessness.
Blood mist filled the entire air.
Sometimes, more people do not mean greater strength. If there is no united will and determination to win, we have already fallen behind, and death is only a matter of time.
What's more, they can't understand or understand the terrifying mountain pattern of nothingness and disillusionment.
Their belief to death has been completed, and no matter whether they are right or wrong, they have no regrets!
"Pa bang..."
Corpses fell to the ground in dense clusters like raindrops.
The surrounding palace buildings that had not yet collapsed were no longer spared. They collapsed with a rumble, filled with smoke and a mess.
At this time, there is no end to the corpses at a glance. There are thousands of corpses to count. No matter how beautiful they are, whether they are amazingly talented, or whether they are determined and have endless ambitions, they can only be turned into dust.
It has been passed down for thousands of years and is so tragic.
In the distance, Liu Qingfeng and other hundreds of people who were unwilling to participate watched silently, with helpless and hesitant expressions on their faces.
Is this scene not destined?
Farther away, there were still two to three thousand disciples who were panicking and helpless. They all saluted, abandoned their thoughts, and swore to leave.
Mr. Dongfang, who was fixed on the cliff, still had a breath left. He watched his beloved disciples and valued juniors die one after another before his eyes. His heart was cut by a knife and he smiled bitterly.
A pair of old eyes were gradually shrouded in the meaning of death and "unwillingness to live", and he couldn't help coughing violently.
Xin Zhuo fell into the ice and snow, ignoring the nearly a hundred bloody people at his feet who were lucky enough to survive, and walked towards the east step by step, watching him silently.
Mr. Dongfang, with messy white hair and torn robes, was silent for a long time before he uttered a few words with difficulty: "Before today, I was still very ambitious. I have opened six doors, and I have seven levels of certainty in the future, and I will enter the true holy realm! Just two days later. An hour ago, I was still wondering which of my disciples could win..."
He seemed to be saying these words to himself. After talking for a long time, he looked at Xin Zhuo and said: "I never thought that an acquired person could be so strong, cross the border and fight against four, with one palm. Break the sword formation and kill eight hundred juniors! One person destroyed one sect, no, two super sects, you did it!
How could Qiugong Pavilion ever think of...
A quasi-sage who is less than a hundred years old! Xin Zhuo, who are you? "
Xin Zhuo didn't speak, just stretched out his hand to grasp.
"receive!"
From the ruins of palaces near and far, countless rays of destiny representing the sect flew out and penetrated into his body.
His body was shaken, and his mind was running to the extreme.
The Wu Yun stones belonging to Daluo Sect from all directions also shimmered with brilliance, and silk threads flew towards them.
Xin Zhuo's aura became stronger and stronger, and finally a golden light suddenly appeared,
In Danhai, the fourth gate of Quasi-Sage is broken!
"you……"
Mr. Dongfang went from initial doubts to shock to fear, trembling: "No, no, I understand, I finally understand. You have a divine object with you. You have an unknown treasure from ancient times to protect you. You can protect yourself better than anyone else." People enter the country very quickly, I understand, I understand, but I never thought about turning over your body, hahaha..."
"Xin Zhuo! It's time to end!"
At this moment, dozens of extremely terrifying auras suddenly came from outside the mountain gate, pressing down like an abyss or a sea.
There are a total of fifteen figures in the southeast, northwest and northwest.
They are all fake saints and true saints in the caves and heavens of all major holy places!
At the highest altitude, Jiang Taiyu, the great sage of the Jiang family, and Li Chunyuan, stroking their beards, looked like the masters of heaven and earth. A look in their eyes seemed to make the Xuantian Mountains here collapse.
This is a power that is completely different from that of a quasi-sage, and is on another level!
Infinite vitality suddenly emerged from Mr. Dongfang's dying eyes.
It's a pity that Xin Zhuo didn't give him a chance. He didn't even look at the group of shadowy figures in the sky. He held "Leng Yue" and feinted with his sword, killing Dongfang into more than seventy pieces, as if replying to his previous chatter: "There is still a gap between quasi-sage and quasi-sage. You have been busy all your life, but you are just ordinary goods. Li Chunyuan, a true warrior who has broken through the world, can kill you, but he is not my opponent. Go ahead, we have settled our grudges. Mr. Dongfang!"
"puff……"
Dozens of quasi-saint flesh and bones splashed onto the mountain wall, looking extremely miserable. Dongfang's head was full of regrets, his eyes were ashen, and he fell into the endless abyss.
That's right! The grievances and grievances between the mirror and the moon have been settled separately!
There will no longer be the routine of being forced to run away!
(End of chapter)
