Long Gui appeared with a group of spiritual beasts.
There are more than twenty people, all of them are existences comparable to the Half-Step God Realm. The key is that these spiritual beasts are very powerful physically and have innate skills. Their combat power is not comparable to that of the average Half-Step God Realm.
"kill!"
Zhao Tianming snorted coldly.
Longgui also joined the battlefield with a group of spiritual beasts.
Now, it’s okay, three against one.
Cool!
Zhao Tianming was in a good mood.
Don't you want to bully people?
A group of people are beating me up, come and see who is bullying whom!
The monks present were dumbfounded.
They have never seen such a battle before.
Zhao Tianming brought so many half-step deity realm experts with him.
How to play this?
Play sneak attack?
Pick up leaks?
Pick up a hammer leak!
It's better to go and die.
No one dares to have any bad thoughts anymore.
Everyone even felt uneasy in their hearts.
What if Zhao Tianming vents his anger on them all at once?
The battle situation was simply one-sided.
The strong men on Zhao Tianming's side are of higher quality and have more people.
People kept dying.
Others died. A few people from the Celestial Clan and Spirit Beasts were injured, but no one died.
In the blink of an eye, these half-step gods who were bewitched by Yan Sanjian have been killed.
too easy.
It’s simply devastating!
Zhao Tianming included these people in the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
No more people were sent to help Piaoxue.
Because there is no need for it at all.
Piaoxue had the absolute upper hand. With the Dragon-Slaying Sword in hand, Piaoxue's combat power soared.
boom!
Yan Sanjian was slashed away by a sword.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body was already crumbling.
But no one expected that Yan Sanjian suddenly disappeared from where he was.
The next moment, he was in front of Zhao Tianming. The sword in his hand had been chopped into pieces, and he punched Zhao Tianming.
"Go to hell!"
It could be seen that Yan Sanjian's eyes were bloodshot and he was a little dazed.
He is trying his best.
Even if he died, he would still have to take Zhao Tianming's back.
Zhao Tianming never expected that Yan Sanjian would be so desperate and vicious.
This is to drag him to death together.
Upon seeing this, Piaoxue's expression changed, and a sword light shot towards Yan Sanjian from a distance.
She was angry too.
Yan Sanjian absolutely couldn't bear this sword.
But she was farther away, and the masters competed, and whoever had the upper hand got the chance.
Yan Sanjian might die, but he could also kill Zhao Tianming before he died.
Zhao Tianming knew that he could not defeat Yan Sanjian.
But now, there is only one fight.
He originally wanted to ask his old sister to appear.
But he finally endured it.
He raised his right hand and pointed out with one finger.
Great destiny spell!
It stands to reason that he would not use this move, because it would easily injure the enemy by a thousand and damage himself by eight hundred.
But he used it.
It's not that he has no other options. For example, he can hide in the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
He felt that the risk was worth taking.
First of all, although Yan Sanjian is strong, it is now at the end of its crossbow.
Secondly, I heard Granny Lan say that Yan Sanjian lived for a long, long time...
His longevity must have been depleted a lot.
Have the opportunity!
A mysterious force enveloped Yan Sanjian.
Yan Sanjian's hair turned silver-white at a speed visible to the naked eye. He seemed to be imprisoned in place, unable to move his body. His eyes were blank, but still filled with hatred.
Zhao Tianming frowned.
Yan Sanjian's condition is not right.
It also looked like he had lost his mind.
how so?
At this moment, he couldn't help but think too much.
The great destiny spell has been cast, and Zhao Tianming is gambling.
His own lifespan was also drastically reduced, and in the blink of an eye, he lost ten thousand years.
But Yan Sanjian finally couldn't hold on any longer. His hair began to fall out, then his face became older and wrinkled, then he turned into a skinny old man, and finally his body began to shrink...
Soon, Yan Sanjian completely turned into a white skeleton, degenerated and completely weathered.
And Piaoxue also came to Zhao Tianming's side, her face looked a little ugly.
Because Zhao Tianming's condition is not good either.
Life span has been reduced by at least 100,000 years.
He seemed to have suddenly aged many years, from a young man to a middle-aged man, and his hair was much whiter.
Everyone was completely confused.
what happened?
they do not know.
But they can guess it.
Zhao Tianming must have used a forbidden technique to kill Yan Sanjian, and he himself also suffered a backlash.
This forbidden technique is too powerful...
Piaoxue said carefully: "Sir, you can't use the Great Fate Technique anymore, otherwise, you will die."
sweat……
Zhao Tianming took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "Okay, I won't use it lightly anymore."
"It's all my fault, I'm sorry."
Piaoxue said.
Zhao Tianming smiled and said: "What are you talking about? Do you think I will die? Don't worry, my life is determined. If I don't want to die, no one can kill me. I am the chosen one."
Piaoxue's brows stretched and she nodded. She believed what Zhao Tianming said.
If he doesn't want to die, who can kill him!
"Look!"
Piaoxue suddenly looked into the distance.
Zhao Tianming looked over and couldn't help but change his expression.
Yan Sanjian was dead and turned into a pile of white bones. Even the white bones turned into ashes, but a piece of starlight suddenly floated up.
Then, the dead monks turned into a starlight.
This stream of starlight converged into one place, and then floated towards the Wuzhi Mountain in front of them.
In the blink of an eye, it seemed to be absorbed by the mountain and disappeared without a trace.
But the seal outside the mountain became increasingly bright.
It was as if all the starlight was absorbed by this seal.
Don't understand.
I really don’t understand.
Everyone is staring at the mountain peak in front of them.
Zhao Tianming thought of the situation he encountered on the way here.
Thinking again of Yan Sanjian's eyes just now, and the eyes of the more than 20 Heavenly God Realm monks.
Are their minds controlled?
Yes, that must be the case!
But who is it?
How strong do you have to be to do this?
Zhao Tianming was shocked.
Soon, everything returned to normal.
Zhao Tianming remained silent, quietly looking at the Wuzhishan Mountain in front of him.
The rest of the monks were a little frightened. They looked at Zhao Tianming, wondering what the latter would do and how he would treat them.
They think too much.
In Zhao Tianming's eyes, they didn't exist at all.
It's not that they are not strong, it's just that I never thought of killing them in the first place.
I will not offend anyone unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will kill someone.
This is the principle of true destiny.
After thinking for a long time, Zhao Tianming came to the seal, grabbed the dragon-slaying sword, and slashed it with one sword.
boom!
The seal actually began to tremble, and then broke.
ah?
The whole audience was shocked.
Is it that simple?
Such a powerful seal, so many people, staying here for so many days, there is nothing they can do.
In the end, Zhao Tianming couldn't withstand a sword?
Is this too much?
He is indeed the chosen one.
No wonder Yan Sanjian wanted to lead someone to kill him.
It turns out that he is the key person to break the seal.
Are all the chosen ones so powerful?
Everyone looked at each other.
At this moment, a door of light suddenly appeared on the mountain.
A man came out of it.
