Chapter 439 Tianjiao Gathers
Holding a long sword, Hang Qiuyu broke into the crowd. Wherever he passed, there must be blood flowing, stumps and arms flying around, and the scene was tragic, like hell.
The battlefield was in chaos.
Shouting, screaming, screaming, and fighting were all mixed up.
Tart! Tart! Tart!
Due to the south, there was a sound of heavy footsteps.
Every time it fell, the ground trembled faintly, and it seemed that there was a behemoth rushing towards it, with a terrifying momentum!
Many monks followed the reputation.
I saw an inch-headed cultivator striding forward, with his upper body naked, his exposed skin shone with bronze light, his muscles bulging, and he was full of explosive power!
This man was carrying a huge iron spear on his shoulder, dark and heavy, his body exuding a violent aura, his eyes were like torches, his imposing manner was threatening, and he laughed loudly: "A group of people who don't know whether to live or die, just rely on you, dare to touch the Palace of the Emperor? "
"Come on, it's the man in the devil's door!"
"It's Pang Yue, the devil of the Overlord's Palace, run away!"
Pang Yue slapped the gun on his shoulder with a big hand, and the huge iron gun bounced up loudly, saying loudly, "It's too late if you want to escape now!"
call!
The iron spear broke through the air, turned into a black light, and the wind howled.
Pang Yueren followed the gun and crashed directly into the crowd.
The cultivators who stood in the forefront were directly smashed into pieces by the black iron spear, the spear flicked, and the spiritual tools slashed on it collapsed and shattered.
"kill!"
Pang Yue shouted loudly, grabbed the black iron spear in one hand, and swept it with his backhand, smashing the flesh of the dozen or so cultivators in the crowd to pieces!
The Palace of Overlords is the most powerful sect in the Demon Sect.
Even on the Heavenly Desolate Continent, it can definitely rank in the top three, as famous as the Liuli Palace and King Kong Temple.
As the devil of the Overlord's Palace, Pang Yue's melee power is terrifying.
This is a total killing feast!
Eight spiritual veins flickered on Pang Yue's body, the spiritual power surged, the blood veins galloped, and the iron spear passed, it must be turned over, no one can beat its edge.
On the other side, there is purple air coming from the east.
If the emperor comes, the coercion will be reckless!
"Run away, it's Ao Yuxiao from the Zixiao faction!"
The crowd in the east was also in chaos, and many monks fled.
A cultivator dressed in a purple robe stood in the air, with a serious expression, surrounded by hundreds of millions of purple qi, thousands of rays of radiance, and thousands of auspicious colors.
"go!"
Ao Yuxiao waved his sleeve robe and scolded lightly.
The hundreds of millions of purple qi that originally surrounded him, slowly condensed a purple long sword in mid-air, radiant with light, like a purple sky breaking through the sky, tearing the crowd into pieces.
Zixiao was vertical and horizontal, and many monks fell from the air, and their bodies disappeared.
Tang Yu expected it well. Now that the Palace of the Emperor is now, there will inevitably be a bloody battle unprecedented in the ancient battlefield.
The vicinity of the Hall of the Emperor will turn into an Asura field full of slaughter.
Not only the Sword Sect and the Zixiao Sect, but other descendants of the Nine Sects of the Immortal Sect also appeared one after another and joined the battlefield.
There are fairies with fluttering white clothes and cold as frost, there are monks with thunderous eyes and a body like a gust of wind, and there are Taoist priests with whiskers and crowns on their heads...
In the Demon Sect, except for Pang Yue, the devil of the Overlord's Palace, Shangguan Yu, the devil of the Yunyu Sect, and the devil of the Phantom Sect all appeared.
Bai Yu, the demon son of the Asura Sect, rushed into the battlefield with the Asura sword in his hand, and was on the verge of killing.
Last time, Bai Yu lost to Su Zimo in the land of Daoshan and Linghai, and used the blood escape technique to escape.
Now that he has appeared again, he has already opened up the eighth spiritual vein!
In all fairness, if you don't have access to the eight veins, let alone want to get involved in the Palace of the Emperor, just come to watch it, you will end up dying like the monks in front of you.
The descendants of Immortal Sect and Demon Sect tacitly avoided each other for the time being, and joined forces to kill other monks.
In such a situation, only the Eight Veins Foundation Establishment can have any hope of escaping!
On the edge of the chaotic battlefield, a big man in linen stood, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a rough face, watching this scene coldly.
Su Zimo has arrived!
"Ding-ding-"
At this moment, a long and long bell came from the west, which seemed to be able to cleanse the mind and was extremely sacred.
Accompanied by the sound of the bell, a bald monk came on foot, barefooted in a robe, holding a golden bell, and there was a faint golden light in his eyes.
"Amitabha."
Monk Juehan stood up with one hand and chanted a long Buddha's name, full of energy.
After not seeing him for ten days, Monk Juehan looked as usual, his breath was stable, and his previous injuries had obviously healed.
Su Zimo nodded secretly.
King Kong Temple is worthy of being one of the six Buddhist temples, and it does have some abilities.
Before, the monk felt anger was suppressed by his strong force, the flesh on his arm exploded, and the internal organs were dislocated.
In ten days, he had recovered as before, which also confirmed that the monk's physical physique was indeed extraordinary.
"Ding!"
Monk Jueyan was expressionless, his wrist shook, and with a slight shake, another bell rang.
Originally flying in mid-air with swords, the monks who wanted to escape the battlefield were shocked, their faces paled, and they were shaking.
"Ding!"
The bell rings again.
Plop, plop!
When the monks fell from midair and fell to the ground, their eyes dimmed, their seven orifices bleed, and they died of anger!
Behind Monk Juehan, there were three other monks and a nun walking slowly.
Although these three monks and one nun are all Buddhists, they are dressed differently, and the sect tokens hanging around their waists are also different.
Among the six Buddhist temples, five descendants have already appeared!
Tianjiao gathers!
In this battle, monks from other sects, or some self-proclaimed loose cultivators, finally realized the horror of the descendants of Xianmen, Demons, and Buddhism.
Even if they are the same eight veins, these monks are not the opponents of these three descendants!
There are fewer and fewer monks near the Palace of the Emperor, but more and more corpses, blood flowing into rivers.
Finally, someone eyed Su Zimo who was standing on the edge.
Asura Sect Devil, Bai Yu!
Naturally, he didn't know Su Zimo after the makeover, otherwise he wouldn't be so careless and walk alone.
Bai Yu's expression was icy cold, holding the blood-drenched Shura knife in his hand, looking at Su Zimo's eyes without a trace of emotion.
Su Zimo's face was expressionless, and there was a trace of mockery in the depths of his eyes.
"die!"
Bai Yu wheeled the Shura sword and drew a blood-colored arc in mid-air, slashing directly at Su Zimo's head.
Su Zimo's eyes brightened, and just as he was about to make a move, a coquettish voice suddenly came from behind him.
"stop!"
Fragrance hits.
A pink ribbon came through the air, looking soft and powerless, it was blocked by the blade, but it resisted the blade of Bai Yu!
Immediately afterwards, the pink ribbon seemed to possess spirituality, winding upwards along the blade.
Bai Yu frowned and quickly retracted the Shura sword.
"Fairy Ji, what are you doing?"
Bai Yu looked at the girl in pink skirt who came out behind the big man in linen, and asked with a bad face.
"whee."
Fairy Ji had already put on her veil again, smiled lightly, gave Su Zimo a blank look, and said, "This is the friend I invited, who is with us all the way to the Devil's Sect."