Archfiend Chapter 833: : The first battle of the Ancestral Court (5)

"Boom!" The ban on the battlefield was fully exploded, and everyone was sluggish. From the tens of thousands of meters in the world, to the fragmentation of the ban, to the flower of aura that has spread for tens of thousands of meters, to the ban. Completely collapsed, slow to say, but in fact only a dozen seconds.

Becoming more and more violent, more and more violent, with the "boom" with a loud and earth-shaking noise, the booming beam of light suddenly turned into a little bit of aura, flying on the battlefield.

At this moment, the audience was dead.

Time seemed to slow down. Liu Mingyang's face went from opening his lips slightly to full of shock in his eyes, and then backing a few steps, covering his heart, but it took only a second.

"The battlefield ban was broken?" He looked at the source of the blood in disbelief: "This blow... actually broke the prison of the will of the plane?"

But... who won?

On the Qingcheng Mountain, the three Jin Dans were shocked.

The moment the ban on the battlefield was broken, a pure white soaring aura raged again and spread rapidly, but...this time it was more refined and larger than before!

This is the will of the earth. Even the earth thinks that this 18th Golden Core's dragon battle has too much influence, and... also thinks that his previous ban was too fragile. This time the beam of light spread wildly, and it reached it. Thirty thousand meters in size! And... one by one golden talisman appeared on the beam of light!

Acknowledgment of the will of the plane!

Recognition of strength.

No one spoke, the three Jin Dan stepped forward together, looking at the center with fiery eyes.

The general battle was beyond their expectations. It didn't last long. It didn't last for a day. In just one hour, the victory was decided by this shocking blow.

Of course...Who will control the ups and downs?

This highly anticipated battle of generals determined the winner of the first all-round battle on Qingcheng Mountain.

I don't know how many monks watched this rainstorm silently, and even the battlefield of tens of thousands of miles was silent for the grandeur of this moment. However, they did not shock for too long, because it was in the next second. More than a dozen auras flew out with screams.

Bai Lian's eyes were as gray as death, and in the center where they were directly hit by the shock wave for several kilometers, a star-like figure stood up high. A sense of absurdity even rose in his heart.

He has exhausted his spiritual power and can barely use his spiritual consciousness. The trick to press the bottom of the box is not for nothing. They no longer have the power to fight, and the meridians are as painful as a knife cut, but... a trick with all the strength, all Tianjiao teamed up, it is not the opponent's opponent!

His pupils were blurred, but he bit his tongue. He didn't want to die... He must see the moment this inhuman monster was killed by True Monarch Yuan Ying! After entering this battle, one person was defeated as the Qicheng arrogant of the Jin Dynasty, and he has been...promoted to be a god.

The **** of Qingcheng Mountain.

The **** of Taoist ancestral court.

The **** of this battlefield.

It is also a lingering nightmare in Zhenwujie's heart.

"I can't die..."

"I must watch the true monarch take action... the scene of beheading you before a thousand horses... I must see the panic in the eyes of all the chores who enshrine you as a god... I must I saw the day when your false **** died!!"

A burst of spiritual power rushed into his dantian inexplicably, and he exhausted his last spiritual power and flew towards the main formation at full speed.

Su Changqing was bloodied all over, almost half-conscious, and was shocked away without resistance, looking at Xu Yangyi with the same blood red eyes.

This power...

Really comparable to the return of Yuan Ying!

This kind of sword...Such a sharp sword...Never appear on the battlefield!

It must be reported to Zhenwu Realm... this person... is worthy of Yuan Ying's own action! If you don't kill wolf poison, you will have endless troubles!

A hundred million reward is not enough! Mention him to the same level of danger as Yuan Ying! 300 million! Five hundred million! As long as the wolf poison is killed, how many spirit stones are not a problem!

As long as you die!

A dozen figures, as fast as a stream of light, did not stay for a while. Struggling hard to cross the head of the black tide of Zhenwu Realm, anyone who is not blind can feel that everyone is seriously injured and is in danger of falling at any time.

"Sand..." In the black crowd, a young Zhuji tremblingly looked at the sky, his face was hot, and he unconsciously reached out and wiped it.

A drop of blood.

"Lost...?" He looked at the sky in disbelief, and a feeling of extreme disappointment in his heart rushed into his heart.

Can't you win?

All Tianjiao used the supernatural powers at the bottom of the box, but couldn't win?

Can't this mountain of wolf poison be crossed anyway?

However, their despair has just begun.

Seventeen Tianjiaoes are already blood-red, and two or three of them are breathless. Among the remaining people, they have no strength or time to speak. They are covered with scars, put down their past glory, desperately gritted their teeth to make themselves forget that countless people below are looking at them, carrying the shame of the whole body, with the last spirit Force rushed towards the current formation.

They didn't dare to look down. They had never been so humiliated. They used their fame to achieve wolf poison. In the past, they were majestic and their name was the sign. Today this sign is broken in front of thousands of people.

A big defeat, a complete defeat.

However, once the pattern of despair is opened, what follows is a collapse like a landslide and a tsunami.

A cold voice sounded in the audience: "Apocalyptic Eclipse."

The total eclipse of the apocalypse blessed by the power of Vientiane.

A round of blood moon shines, and thousands of **** lights roar out. More and more, more and more thick! In the end... actually reached nine thousand eight meters!

Yuanying threshold!

Among the blood moon, three figures shone slowly.

"Boom..." The terrifying murderous aura was overwhelming, making everyone feel in hell. The sense of crisis that is everywhere and everything can be killed makes the stunned Tianjiao like being in the eye of the storm of a killing frenzy.

As the red light dissipated, everyone could see the figure clearly.

The figure of a woman hanged under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

The figure of a man with something like a rabbit biting on his neck. And the man's axe slashed on the rabbit.

Chang'e, Wu Gang, Yutu, all died.

Hurry and kill!

At the same time, Liu Mingyang took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

In just one minute, he seemed to be hundreds of years old.

"Liu Xiang..." The faces of the figures of Dzogchen around him were equally ugly, but they had to persuade: "Quite your anger...you..."

Before the voice fell, with a crisp sound of "clang", a golden aura suddenly exploded in front of the whole point.

"I, want, you, die!!!"

With a long roar, Liu Mingyang stepped on the steps, his body turned into a golden light, and went straight to the center of the battlefield.

"Swipe!" The moment the golden light appeared, it immediately turned into a golden dragon with a radius of hundreds of meters, inconspicuous compared to the battlefield of tens of thousands of miles. However, every time he took a step, the dragon's voice resounded from his side, and his hair and beard were all raised, and his skin, pupils, and hair were all turned golden!

"The artifact to protect the country?!" "Liu Xiang!!" "Protect Liu Xiang!"

Liu Mingyang can't hear it anymore, he only knows that if you can't kill the wolf poison at all costs, Qingcheng Mountain can only pile it up with corpses!

At this moment, the beam of light collapsed, and the ten remaining golden cores fled away. Liu Mingyang committed suicide with the artifact protecting the country, but Baiju passed the gap.

Time seemed to slow down. No one saw all of this on the battlefield tens of thousands of miles away. Everyone saw the proud figure in the center of the beam of light.

The blood moon unfolded, and the four real people screamed in an instant, and fell into the cloud. After the remaining few people groaned, they were faster, and even the aura of flight was bloody.

Blood escape.

Like burning life yuan, this is a kind of talent of monks, but the loss is too great, if it is not a last resort, I would never dare to use it. Burning longevity and blood escape, it is certain that 80% of them will not be able to participate in the war again within ten years.

Xu Yangyi looked at the aura with regret. Fighting Fanxing in the jungle also consumed all his aura, he was not qualified to pursue the opponent at all, and he still went deep into the black ocean tens of thousands of miles.

Silence, a dead silence.

A few seconds later, I don’t know who it was who yelled softly, "A real man is victorious." Then, one person called and a hundred people responded. In less than ten minutes, the white ocean under his feet was already excited! That kind of scorching flame would almost burn the black on the opposite side! Almost everyone tried their best to shout "True Man Wansheng!!" "Huaxia Wansheng!!"

I don’t know how many people look up to the sky and scream fiercely. There are even countless refining qi, which imprinted this scene in my heart. Everyone who builds the foundation has found his goal at this moment.

Real Wolf Poison!

Before thousands of troops and horses~IndoMTL.com~ a vision of forty thousand meters, one move will defeat the true martial arrogant!

How heroic, how proud!

Suddenly, there was another voice in the sky.

"Flying dragon playing with the waves is too shallow for the sea, but the Dapeng spreads its wings and hates the sky."

Xu Yangyi tried his best not to expose his flaws and raised his eyebrows: "Xiahou?"

Silence, the voice didn't feel a trace of aura, this time, I actually sighed with emotion: "Originally, there is no need for Benhou to pay attention to you. Because you rejected Benhou."

The voice is like Huang Zhongda Lu, shaking the world, obviously without aura, but it makes people listen to the sky.

All the earth monks looked at each other, not knowing what it was. On the top of Qingcheng Mountain, the three golden cores trembled and almost fell to their knees.

"This, this is!" Chaoyangzi's head was cold and sweaty, and his hands were shaking a little: "This...this kind of horrible feeling...I can't feel the pressure, but it makes the real person look at the gods!"

Hua Yangzi beside her dare not say a word, her face is pale, her chest rises and falls like a bellows.

Except Jindan, no one can feel the pressure of Xiahou.

Others are not qualified.

"Yes, you made Benhou change his mind." Xiahou's voice continued to sound: "Follow Benhou, Benhou gave you the waist card of Xiahou Prince's Palace. With this card, you will come Go freely."

"The Nether, the stage is too small for you."

At the end of the sky, Liu Mingyang bit his lips with blood.

The waist card of Xiahou Palace...

Xiahou... as strong as him, sitting on the anchor of the chain of the seven worlds, with three commanders, seven generals, and sixteen flying tigers, one Xiahou can destroy one world! Now... he is so kind to a monk in the lower realm!

Is this really Xiahou who is famous for the Chain of Seven Realms?

Is it really the Xiahou who made the regiment commander at the beginning cautious?