Chapter 1603 Liuli Hangs for 9 Days

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The wind and waves are overflowing, overturning the world.

A glazed sacred tree is pressing down on seven peak ancient sages.

"boom!"

The immense coercion spread all over the surroundings, crushing the space, forcing all the arrogances to retreat one after another, with horrified expressions on their faces.

Even, in Yibei City, which is separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, countless souls are heartbroken, and their hearts are like a heavy and towering mountain!

"not good!"

The face of the city lord Yibei who had just finished the summons changed wildly.

A pair of eyes looked across the void, like observing lines on the palm of your hand, and captured the situation of the Dry Bones Mountain Range in his eyes.

"Yibei Army, assemble!"

Immediately afterwards, the city lord of Yibei shouted loudly, his voice was shrill.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

All of a sudden, countless powerful qi and blood rose from Yibei City, and the silent soldiers gathered together.

Assemble the army!

In the Dry Bones Mountain Range, the Glazed Sacred Tree is slowly crushing the power of the old monsters, pressing towards them like the Nine Heavens Immortal Soil.

"Roar!"

These old monsters roared furiously, their mana burst out, and their anger was soaring, and they worked together to carry this fairy world.

"Crazy!"

The Huntian Emperor Clan was immortal, and the transformed Huntian Dove let out a sharp neigh.

It seems that the real Huntianjiu has reappeared in the world and is rampant!

On the surface, the Huntian Emperor Clan said that they belonged to the Huntianjiu family, but in fact they were only Emperor Huntian, and they were pure blooded Huntianjiu.

In addition, the other members of the Huntian Emperor Clan, that is, the descendants of Emperor Huntian and other monster clans, cannot be regarded as pure-blooded Huntian Jiu!

He can only rely on practicing the Huntian Emperor Sutra to continuously purify his own blood, and be able to return to his ancestors and become a pure-blooded Huntian Dove.

This old immortal of the Huntian Emperor Clan is the bloodline of the two generations of Emperor Huntian, and he has practiced the Emperor Huntian Sutra for countless years, and he is only one step away from returning to his ancestors.

If he can take this step, he will be able to become the quasi-emperor, and even the emperor is in sight!

It's a pity that the difference of this step is like thousands of mountains and ravines!

Even so, it was terrifying to the extreme, covering thousands of miles of sky with spread of wings, pushing nine days flat, unrivaled.

However, the moment he bumped into the Glazed Sacred Tree, it was like bumping into an indestructible piece of divine iron.

"boom!"

He bumped into the old immortal of the Huntian Emperor Clan so dizzy that he almost passed out.

Suddenly, a green light fell down, hitting the old immortal's body, directly piercing through his chest, and blood spattered everywhere.

"Crazy!"

The old immortal of the Huntian Emperor Clan let out a miserable howl.

The tens of thousands of feet long body was thrown out directly, and the muscles and bones of the whole body were broken inch by inch, so miserable!

If it wasn't for the extraordinary body of Huntianjiu, he might have been blown up.

"Clan elder!"

The Seventeenth Son of the Huntian Emperor cried out loudly.

The ancient sage who was the pinnacle of the mighty Huntian Emperor Clan, the ancient sage who was almost atavistic, was almost bombed, and his flesh exploded!

Qin Yi's combat power is too terrifying, unimaginably strong!

"Is this really in the same realm as the clan elders?

Is this the evildoer of the heavens and the world? "

Lionheart spoke in an almost whispering voice.

With such combat strength, as long as he dared to step forward, he would be torn to pieces in an instant.

The so-called physical body close to the peak divine body is even more ridiculous!

That Old Immortal from the Huntian Emperor Clan was stronger than him by a factor or two in physical body, and he was almost blown away in one fell swoop.

Not to mention him, there is only one word up there, die!

And it was so dead that there was not even a scum left, falling on the spot.

At this moment, the glazed sacred tree is still hanging for nine days, like a fairyland flying across the sky!

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