Chapter 543: The Man in the Cloud!

A little farther away, an old man in black clothes in Chinese clothes held a long sword, and with a wave of the long sword, he cut all the monks hundreds of meters in front of him in half. That was Tang Ao.

Moreover, not far from Tang Ao, there was an old man in black robe sitting cross-legged in the air. The old man closed his eyes. As soon as the monks on the opposite side rushed to a place not far from him, they immediately turned around and waved With the weapon in his hand, he killed his friendly army.

That's sleep madness!

Also, Patriarch Amitabha held a staff in his hand, and Buddha seals flew out one after another, turning everything in front of him into slag.

how come?

Seeing this, Su Hang was completely dumbfounded. They actually came to the Battle of Wuzhangyuan. Moreover, at this time, Yang Jian and the others had not been taken into the Sky Demon Bottle.

Yang Jian and the others were even more shocked, because they actually saw themselves.

From the perspective of a bystander, seeing himself in that battle with his own eyes, one can imagine what kind of state of mind it was?

"It's here, almost, the Northern God Realm will appear, right?" After a long silence, Taoist Buxu spoke first.

At this time, Su Hang saw his fists being pulled tightly, not only him, but also Yang Jian and others were full of hatred.

"Northern God Realm?"

Su Hang said to himself, on the way here just now, he heard these old men say that in the battle of Wuzhangyuan, the Eastern God Realm originally had the upper hand, but the Western God Realm invited the Northern God Realm to help in the battle. Entering the stage with the Sky Demon Bottle in hand, the situation suddenly reversed.

"Boom!"

Not long after Taoist Buxu's words fell, when the fighting was in full swing on the battlefield, a large black cloud in the distance slowly pressed towards the direction of Wuzhangyuan, as if a shocking momentum was approaching.

On the chaotic battlefield, not many people noticed this, and many experts noticed it, and they all began to move closer to the nearby forces, fighting and guarding faintly at the same time.

Soon, the black cloud had come to the sky above Wuzhangyuan, and the sky that had just been stained red with blood just now became more gloomy and incomparably strange.

Su Hang looked to the side, and saw that the complexions of the old men were ashen, and their eyes were fixed on the black cloud. Obviously, the people from the Northern God Realm came. If there is no accident, Yang Jian and others were robbed a hundred thousand years ago. , at this very moment.

"Whoosh!"

The battle below continued, the clouds suddenly broke, and a large jade-colored bottle with a long neck fell down without warning.

The bottle rose against the wind, and instantly became as huge as a mountain. The mouth of the bottle was slanted downwards, hanging in mid-air. Immediately, a strong wind blew up on the battlefield.

Countless monks, like dust under a vacuum cleaner, were swept up by the strong wind and sucked into the giant bottle continuously.

The direction of the bottle mouth, regardless of enemy or friend, was swept out a large area in an instant.

Su Hang saw with his own eyes that Buxu and others on the battlefield, together with countless monks, were completely defenseless and could not resist being sucked into the bottle.

That bottle was like a super giant vacuum cleaner. In no less than half a second, the Eastern Gods' Territory had already been cleaned up into a huge pile, and the entire world was discolored by it.

Although many of those sucked into the bottle were monks from the Western God Realm, most of them were monks from the Eastern God Realm. abrupt reversal.

"Shall we make a move?" Taoist Buxu said with difficulty, their bodies were trembling.

Watching history repeat itself, watching themselves being sucked into the bottle of the sky demon, the old men can be said to be full of hatred.

One hundred thousand years, because of this battle, because of that broken bottle, they were trapped for one hundred thousand years.

At this moment, let them catch up with this battle again, how much they want to join the battle again and turn the tide, but at this moment, the five of them can't move.

It's too tragic!

"It's a pity, it's a pity!"

Su Hang watched from the side, and his heart was trembling. Even if he just took a look at this level of battle, it was enough to make people unforgettable for a lifetime. Just such a battle of gods, I don’t know how many monks died. His cultivation base was destroyed once.

what a pity

It's a pity that these lives are as worthless as grass, and it's a pity that the ban on military affairs is not in his hands. If the ban on military affairs is in his hands, I am afraid that this battle of gods can be easily resolved at this moment, right?

It can be said that one drink and one peck is destined, and Su Hang can only say it's a pity.

"Want to fight? With the five of us working together, we may be able to take down the man in the cloud." Tang Ao looked at the black cloud over the battlefield from afar.

At this time, countless demon cultivators had already emerged from the cloud and rushed towards the battlefield. Originally, the Eastern God Territory had the upper hand. At this time, with the participation of these forces, the situation has already been reversed.

Man in the cloud!

It should be the person holding the demon bottle.

With the strength of the five of them, it is rare to meet an opponent under Tianzun. If he launches a surprise attack while the person is urging the Tianyao bottle to harvest the battlefield, there is an 80% certainty that he will be taken down. Avenge this imprisonment for 100,000 years.

The five people looked at each other, and then they were ready to make a move. Seeing this posture, Su Hang was almost scared to pee. This is a battlefield, without the protection of these five people, any soldier who came here on the battlefield would probably kill him. life.

The five old men have completely ignored Su Hang. At this moment, what they need is blood, fighting, and revenge.

However, just when the old men were about to launch a surprise attack, the sky above the battlefield, like a powerful vacuum cleaner, suddenly stopped the wind, soared into the air, became smaller and smaller, and quickly rushed into the clouds.

The sudden change caused the five old men to stop in their tracks, staring at the black cloud with fixed eyes, as if a terrifying aura emanated from the black cloud, as if subduing a wild old man inside. Like a beast.

The tragic battlefield has become extremely oppressive at this moment, and some of the lower realms are almost oppressed.

At this time, the cloud was like a gate of heaven, slowly thinking about the two sides lined up, a ray of skylight shone down, bathing the battlefield, the battlefield that was screaming for killing just now became completely silent in an instant.

Depressed, extremely depressing.

A woman wearing a white neon dress, with an enchanting figure and an extremely beautiful face, slowly descended from above the clouds.

She looked only in her twenties or thirties, with four beautiful maids behind her, hovering in the mid-air above the battlefield, the Sky Demon Bottle that had just wreaked havoc on the battlefield was now in the hands of this woman.

Looking down on the battlefield below, it looks like a god above, indifferent and ruthless.