Chapter 548 Sound the Alarm, the Holy Land Is in Danger! ．

Yin Yang Holy Land.

The weather was fine and the sky was cloudless, a peaceful and beautiful scene.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, the sky was dark, and dark clouds covered the city. A stream of terrible auras surged and flowed, surging like dark clouds across the sun, driving away the peace, and the pressure was surging.

Everyone in the entire Yin Yang Holy Land suddenly felt a terrible pressure crushing their heads, their faces flushed, their blood was impetuous, and their teeth were bleeding.

Look up.

In the dim void, a chariot was like a river of life and death, and it drove quickly under the pull of violent beasts. Hundreds of burly Immortal King-level strongmen guarded it all around, and their bodies were all tall and burly, like gods opening and closing the sky.

A moment.

The chariot arrived above the holy land.

Nine Pu clouds hung high in the sky, standing in the void, as if transcending the earth.

A strong man respectfully lifted the curtain, revealing a noble figure, with cold murderous intent in his eyes, staring down with indifference as if looking at an ant.

In an instant, the Yin-Yang Holy Land was shaken!

"Not good, the person who comes is not kind!"

"Sound the alarm quickly!"

"Start the mountain protection formation!"

"Quick!"

An elder trembled and gave orders.

In an instant, the alarm roared, and a dark yellow light shield emerged, stretching for thousands of miles in an instant, protecting the entire holy land.

This is the mountain protection formation left by the founder of the Yin-Yang Holy Land. It is like a magnificent Great Wall, solid as a rock, and unstoppable.

Facing this formation, only a contemptuous order came from the chariot.

"Iron Beard, go and blow up this formation."

"Yes!"

A figure stepped out, with a terrifying breath fluctuation all over his body.

This is a senior member of Taifeng, who is now following Lv Wanhong. He has a hard and thick beard that will not deform during battle. Lv Wanhong usually calls him Iron Beard.

Iron Beard stepped out and shouted. The huge force in his body burst out instantly, and he punched the mountain protection formation fiercely!

"Boom!"

"Boom boom!!"

The dark yellow formation was overwhelmed, bursting with a harsh roar, and gradually twisted and deformed!

"Hiss!"

"My mother!"

"The Immortal King is so terrifying that I feel my head is about to explode!"

Countless people in the Yin-Yang Holy Land trembled, their scalps numb and their eardrums hurt under the harsh sonic boom.

"Boom!"

Iron Beard added another punch.

With a loud bang, the mountain protection formation could no longer bear it, and it exploded directly and collapsed!

Seeing that the formation was torn into pieces in less than a moment, everyone in the Yin-Yang Holy Land changed their faces!

Even the mountain protection formation left by the founder couldn't stop the opponent's vanguard? It was violently blasted away in less than three breaths. Is this the strength of the hidden sect?

"Wait a minute, senior!"

The Yin-Yang Saint Lord soared into the air and came to the front of the chariot. He smiled and bowed, saying: "I am the Yin-Yang Saint Lord Zhao Huai'en. I don't know how I offended you, so you mobilized so many troops. Please let me know."

"Clatter!"

The chariot opened and closed a curtain. A pair of eyes swept over, looked at him for a moment, and said coldly: "Let your saint come over!"

Saint?

The Yin-Yang Saint Lord's heart skipped a beat and asked: "I don't know why she offended you, please..."

"Are you talking nonsense to me?"

Boom! !

A command flag was sacrificed from the chariot, and it suddenly increased thousands of times, covering the ground and covering the sky.

"Ah!"

"Ahhhhh!!"

A terrifying scream came from below, and the two prides of the Yin-Yang Holy Land exploded one after another, turning into blood mist!

"This is the glorious banner, which was given to me by the leader of Qingcang Peak. Once it is sacrificed, the pressure will be like a thunderbolt. If you keep talking nonsense,

A cold voice came from the chariot.

The face of the Yin-Yang Holy Lord changed horribly, and he said under pressure: "Senior, please say something. After all, she is young, and her words are inevitably a bit harsh, but they are all unintentional. I hope you can be generous and don't treat her like a little girl..."

Bang!

Bang!

The blood mist splashed like rolling waves, and two blood columns rushed up, and blood flowed like a stream.

The glorious banner was splattered with blood, and the violent pressure was like the arrival of a god, terrifying.

"I'm asking you a question, let her come over, or not? "

An angry voice came from the chariot.

The Yin-Yang Saint Lord suddenly felt a pressure crushing from head to toe, his heart pounding in his body, as if he was walking on thin ice.

He hurriedly sent a voice transmission to the bottom: "Old Four, take the cigarette and go, the farther the better, don't come back for the rest of your life!"

As soon as the voice fell.

"Bang Ka!"

The Yin-Yang Saint Lord had a Dharma image on his back, a tall and burly giant Dharma image stood there, holding a big axe, like a true god, with a magnificent pressure and magnificent waves.

The cultivation of the ninth realm of the Taoist Lord broke out in full force.

"How can an ant shake it!" A cold snort came from the chariot: "Iron Beard, blow this man up with one punch!"

"Yes!"

Iron Beard grinned and attacked like lightning!

"Bang! "

A golden hand covered the sun, like the sun and moon in the palm, and went to the Yin-Yang Saint Lord to imprison him.

The universe in the palm.

The sun and moon at the fingertips.

The Immortal King level crushed the Taoist Nine Realms, just like stepping over and stepping on an ant.

"Stop!"

"Senior of Taixuan Dao Sect, if you have anything to say, come to me, don't hurt my Saint Lord!"

With a sound, a stream of light rushed up, came straight to the front of the chariot, and bowed.

Yu Yanyu.

"Yan!" Yin-Yang Saint Lord roared in grief and anger.

Iron Beard snorted coldly and retracted his attack.

In the chariot, Lv Wanhong glanced at Yu Yanyu with contempt, and said gloomily: "You are worthy of looking down on my disciple?"

Hmm?

Yu Yanyu didn't understand.

In Taixuan Dao Sect, she only looked down on a follower. Could it be that the existence in this chariot...

"I solemnly tell you that although you are the saint of Yin Yang Holy Land, this holy land can be destroyed by a word from me! How can you, such a humble person, dare to look down on the pride of my hidden sect?"

"Let me tell you, whether he looks down on you or not is another matter!"

"Today, I will seal your mouth and make you never speak again in your life!"

"Iron Beard!"

"Here!"

"The silver needle I gave you!"

"Yes!"

Iron Beard snapped his fingers, and a silver needle flew out of the storage ring. It was bright in color, sharp and pointed, with an iron wire on it, about three feet long and extremely tough.

"Sew her mouth shut, let her see through my eyes!"

"Yes!"

Iron Beard laughed several times, turned around and approached Yu Yanyu step by step.

A chill instantly enveloped Yu Yanyu's whole body.

Field confinement.

The end is within reach.

She couldn't move at all, as if she was being pressed by a towering sacred mountain.

Under oppression.

Yu Yanyu's face changed horribly, her meridians creaked, her blood flowed backwards, and she almost fainted.

"Slow down!"

The Yin-Yang Saint Lord rushed out, protected her behind him, and said with a bow: "Senior, I am willing to apologize!"

"Whatever you want, I am willing to give it to you! I just hope you can let Yan go!"

"I hope you can consider it!"

Apologize?

In the chariot, Lu Wanhong sneered and shook his head: "If an apology is useful, what do I need strength for?"