Chapter 231

The appearance of this sword seemed like divine punishment coming from heaven and earth. The momentum was so majestic that it made people's hearts tremble.

The huge white sword was like a sharp blade cutting through time and space. Wherever it passed, the air was compressed to the limit, making a terrifying explosion sound, and even the space began to distort.

Countless monks looked at this scene with dull eyes.

Even the Divine Martial Supreme is like this, they feel insignificant from the sword!

Trembling all over.

And this phenomenon has alarmed all forces in Mingzhou!

Countless forces are waiting and watching.

Even if it is Tianzong, Shen Changqing's figure also appears above Tianzong, his eyes seem to cross the layers of space and cast towards the Canghai Holy Sect.

"When did the Canghai Holy Religion have such a terrifying peak of divine martial arts?"

Shen Changqing murmured, "Could it be the Sea of ​​Death?"

"That's not right. The holy weapon is still suppressing the Sea of ​​Death. It's weird."

"However, if you can conquer the Canghai Holy Cult, that would be great!" At this point, Shen Changqing raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Long Potian's expression changed drastically. He felt the pressure that almost crushed him, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

But the huge white sword falling from the sky was like the messenger of doom. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the shadow of death.

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and the blood power in his body was stimulated to the extreme. A powerful energy exploded in his body. His body began to twist and deform, his muscles expanded, and his bones reorganized, and finally transformed into a huge dragon.

This divine dragon is covered in golden scales and has wingspan as wide as clouds. The roar of the dragon echoes through the sky. It hovers in the air and forms the most spectacular confrontation between heaven and earth with the huge white sword.

After Long Po Tian transformed into a dragon, his power climbed to unprecedented heights, but he still felt tremendous pressure in the face of the shocking sword of the Taoist gods.

When Shen Changqing saw this, he couldn't help but sigh, "The Dragon Clan is really powerful!"

Under such circumstances, Long Potian's strength is probably only slightly inferior to him!

Mingzhou's Shenwu Supreme couldn't help but be horrified when he felt this pressure.

Both of them are so scary!

The names of Canghai Holy Cult and Long Family were imprinted in their minds.

Shenlong opened his mouth and spat out, and a bright dragon flame spurted out, colliding with the light of the white sword, causing a violent explosion.

Flames and sword lights intertwined with each other, and the energy between heaven and earth surged wildly, forming a shocking picture.

However, the white sword of the Taoist gods is not an extraordinary thing. The power of laws contained in it is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Even if Long Potian transformed into a dragon, he could not completely withstand the power of this sword. The white sword was like cutting through all truth, mercilessly penetrating the dragon flames and heading straight for the divine dragon.

The dragon rolled in the air, trying to dodge, but the white sword was like a gangrene attached to the bone, chasing after him.

Finally, after a thunderous dragon roar, the white sword pierced the dragon's body, and blood spilled like rain, dyeing the sky red.

boom!

Long Potian hit the ground with a deafening sound.

This battle was earth-shattering and shocked the hearts of all those watching.

Although Long Potian inspired the power of his bloodline and transformed into a dragon, he still could not resist the Taoist god's peerless sword.

The next moment, the shocking giant sword struck again.

"Boom!" The huge white sword, carrying endless power, finally broke through the last distance and hit Long Potian hard.

At that moment, the sky and the earth lost color and everything was silent. Only the light of the white sword illuminated the whole world, making all existence pale and feeble.

The explosive shock wave spread instantly, and the surrounding monks were knocked away one after another. Even countless mountain peaks collapsed under the blow, and dust flew into the air. It seemed that only the glory and glory of the white sword in the hand of the magic god was left in the world. fear.

Fortunately, the direction where Long Potian fell was a rolling mountain range!

Otherwise, the power of this sword may be enough to destroy the entire holy land where Canghai Holy Sect is located and turn it into ruins.

The Taoist gods are currently suspended in the air, looking down at everything below with cold eyes.

His voice was as cold as ice, penetrating the tranquility after the battle and clearly reaching everyone's ears: "This is the price for provoking my Canghai Holy Cult!"

"This is the price for provoking our Canghai Holy Cult!" He said coldly.

Immediately afterwards, he snorted coldly. Although the sound was not loud, it was like thunder from the nine heavens. In an instant, the strong men around him suddenly felt a wave of terrifying power coming, a pressure that could almost crush their souls.

Their expressions changed dramatically, and they activated their magic power without hesitation, fleeing the scene as quickly as possible, fearing that if they were one step slower, they would be swallowed up by this power.

Soon only the Canghai Holy Sect members were left on the scene.

When the elders and disciples saw this, their expressions turned from frightened to dull. They had not yet recovered from the thrilling scene just now.

The next moment, they seemed to wake up from a dream and shouted loudly: "Long live the ancestor, long live the ancestor!" Their voices were full of admiration and enthusiasm.

The Taoist god just nodded lightly, and his figure gradually dissipated in a burst of light, disappearing together with Ye Qingcheng and the third elder beside him.

The giant sword also disappeared.

Only the Canghai Holy Cult monks who were still cheering excitedly were left.

Only the Canghai Holy Cult monks who were still excited were left.

They couldn't help but be filled with fantasies, imagining that one day they could become such a strong person. At that time, they would be able to gallop between heaven and earth without fear.

And Mingzhou was also undercurrent because of the appearance of the Taoist gods.

Shen Changqing witnessed the scene in front of him, and his expression suddenly changed, with a flash of disbelief in his eyes.

The dragon-transforming Divine Martial Supreme cultivator was killed in a flash, as easy as cutting grass.

Such strength has obviously exceeded his expectations, and it can even be said that the opponent's strength is above his own.

This thought spread in Shen Changqing's mind like ice, making him feel unprecedented fear.

"Could it be the hidden hand of the Netherworld Association again?" Shen Changqing secretly speculated in his heart, frowning.

A sudden ancestor of the Canghai Saint Church, so powerful that people have to doubt the true identity behind him.

If the Canghai Saint Church really had a strong man at the peak of the Divine Martial Supreme, why would it fall into the decline today?

Unless, this Divine Martial Supreme has never been in the church, but where can he go?

Several major overlord forces, or the secret realm of the Netherworld Association?

Several possibilities flashed through Shen Changqing's mind, and each one made him feel uneasy.

At the moment this thought flashed through his mind, Shen Changqing's figure instantly disappeared from the spot like a phantom.

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