The strongest shuttle system

Chapter 707 Raid
Tear open the space and directly enter the underworld space.

It is easy from the world to the underworld, and it is also easy from the underworld to the world, but it is difficult for the strong to come over.

The space was torn open, and the immortals of the three realms entered the underworld and walked on the road to Huangquan, before they had time to congratulate themselves for escaping danger.

The dense army of ghost merchants was waiting for them on Huangquan Road.

"kill!"

Leading the army is Flying Tiger General Huang Yuanji.

With a shout, the ghosts and gods of the underworld like a forest behind them attack together, thousands of ghosts and gods are like one person, with spears like a forest, pushing forward like a wall.

The immortals of the Three Realms standing in front of the spearhead were as fragile as chickens, defeated and retreated under the attack of the formation of ghosts and gods.

Pieces of corpses fell and returned to the world in a panic.

When he returned to the human world, he was killed by Da Shang's human army.

On this day, the immortal gods shed blood, and the immortal gods fell like rain.

"We surrendered, don't kill us!"

The army of the great merchants chased and killed them until midnight, and finally, a piece of immortals from the Three Realms surrendered.

Lin Fan observed the battle below in the clouds, and found that the dead gods contributed to the god-confessed calamity and pushed the catastrophe to run.

The more immortal gods die, the faster the catastrophe will run, and the closer the time to the end of the great catastrophe will be.

"Perhaps, the Conferred God will end soon! However, not enough people have died." Lin Fan said.

Every great catastrophe needs life to pile up.
The more people who die and the more powerful, the closer to the end of the calamity.

Dragon Han, Lich, in which one of the cataclysms did fewer people die?
Long Han ruined the three strongest clans in the wilderness, and thousands of quasi-sages fell.

In the catastrophe of the Lich, the Heavenly Court of the Yaozu and the Wuzu disappeared into the dust of history, and how many powerful Yaozu and Wuzu died among them.

Lin Fanjing watched the changes of the robbery. The robbery was like the waves of the sea, unpredictable. As the number of dead immortals increased, the robbery became stronger and closer to the end.

The golden runes formed a chain of runes all over Lin Fan's body.

The chain possesses great power and flows continuously.

At this moment, Lin Fan didn't look injured at all.

It's not like not long ago that people needed to be rescued from the incarnation of the Emperor of Heaven.

Seeing the powerhouses of the three realms falling down in groups, Lin Fan didn't feel any disturbance in his heart.

"The Conferred God Tribulation will end soon, so you're not worried about your future fate?"

A cold voice sounded behind Lin Fan.

The one who spoke was Nine Heavens Xuannv, who once helped Huangdi defeat Chiyou.

It was she who rescued Lin Fan from the incarnation of the Heavenly Emperor.

"Why worry? Gu is the winner." Lin Fan said naturally.

It seemed that he was destined to be the winner in the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods, not the Xianjiao Immortal who was the winner.

"Once the calamity comes to an end, your destiny will come."

Nine Heavens Profound Girl looked at Lin Fan and reminded: "Whether you are King Zhou or not, you have to accept King Zhou's destiny. If you can't escape, you will fall. I will see a saint make a move in the near future, and you can't stop the saint. "

Lin Fan was silent.

If you want to be the biggest winner in the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods, you must have the power to rival the saints and the ancestors of Taoism.

After all, better than a saint, who knows how the saint's teacher Daozu will react.

"Guhui smashes the destiny!" Lin Fan clenched his fists and affirmed.

"Nothing can stop Gu's sword, neither can a saint, nor can a Taoist ancestor."

"kill!"

Seeing that they couldn't escape, some experts from the Three Realms flew into the sky in desperation to kill Lin Fan.

Lin Fan didn't even move his hand, the chain of runes rotated, forming streams of sharp sword energy, beheading all the strong men from the three realms that came under his sword.

"The army is defeated like a mountain, I don't know how the Chan Church will deal with it?"

Lin Fan looked at Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain.

Killing Chanjiao's vice-master Ran Deng Taoist, Lin Fan can be said to be on the Chanjiao's death list.

"I fought with you!"

A golden dragon came to kill.

Nine Heavens Xuannv was about to ask Lin Fan to spare Jinlong's life, but Lin Fan had already crushed Jinlong to death.

The gap between saints and immortals is just that big.

"You're excited. Do you know the identity of the golden dragon you killed? One of the twelve golden immortals, Daoist Huanglong."

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace, Yuanshi sage sits on the twelve chaotic white lotus, surrounded by holy flowers, mighty holy power, and ghosts and gods retreat.

He straddles the lotus platform, and it seems that he is not in this space, but in the void of the universe.

He is as tall as an ordinary person, but also seems to be infinitely high, standing upright.

He witnessed the defeat of Xiqi's army one by one, and he also witnessed the beheading of the Chanjiao Immortal.

Just when his mood fluctuated and he was about to make a move, Saint Tongtian's hearty laughter came.

"Senior brother Yuanshi doesn't want to bully the small with the big, does he?"

The sage of Tongtian appeared in Yuxu Palace driving the twelve-rank chaotic green lotus.

If you don't shoot, don't you watch them being killed, and it's not your people who die, of course you don't care.

The Yuanshi sage snorted coldly, and was about to use his magical powers to send the Chanjiao disciples who were hunted down by the great merchant army to a safe place, so that they could fight again in the future.

Saint Tongtian suddenly attacked Yuanshi Saint.

"Four Swords of Zhuxian!"

In an instant, the magic power of the sword array blasted on Yuanshi Saint.

The Yuanshi sage flew upside down and crashed through many palaces in Yuxu Palace.

The power of the Zhuxian Sword Formation is so powerful that it is about to wipe out all living beings in Yuxu Palace.

The Yuanshi sage was furious.

"Brother Tongtian, how dare you?!"

The Yuanshi sage's supernatural power exploded, blocking the scattered Zhuxian sword energy, and his face suddenly changed drastically.

Because the sage Tongtian appeared in front of him, and a finger fell on the center of his eyebrows.

Immediately, the sage of Yuanshi blushed.

"No, you are not Tongtian Junior Brother? Who are you!"

The supernatural powers were received and guided, and it was desolate. Only a small part of the defeated immortals returned to Yuxu Palace.

Others may retreat with Xiqi's defeated army.

Or have been covered up by the big business army along with part of the defeated army.

"Master, Uncle Ran Deng died in battle, and Junior Brother Huanglong died in battle."

Guang Chengzi said a series of names.

"This time, my disciples suffered heavy losses."

Guang Chengzi didn't get an answer for a long time, and raised his head to look at the stage.

The Yuanshi sage on the stage seemed to be asleep, his breath was faint, and there was a faint blood mark between his eyebrows.

Guangchengzi secretly thought it was bad.

Because, he just discovered now that Yuxu Palace seems to have experienced a big battle.

Many buildings in the palace became ruins under the aftermath of the holy power, haunting the destructive power of the saint.

How could this be?Uncle Tongtian came to kill him?
Guang Chengzi couldn't believe it, and speculated in his heart.

"I know, let's get back! Doom!" The Yuanshi sage opened his eyes.

I saw the sky in his eyes, it was empty, like a skin bag, there was nothing inside.

"Under the catastrophe, even the saints will not be spared. We must prepare for the fall."

Guang Chengzi noticed that the Yuanshi sage was talking about us, not you.

"Master, what happened? Did Uncle Tongtian come and attack?"

"It's not about Junior Brother Tongtian, someone pretends to be Junior Brother Tongtian."

"Who is it?" Only the saint can hurt the saint.

"I don't know." The Yuanshi sage closed his eyes and seemed to open them. It was too much pressure for him.

"Master, why don't you let the brothers withdraw and not participate in the battle between Xiqi and Dashang."

Guangchengzi suggested.

The Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods was too terrifying, and it had deviated from his planned trajectory.

Even the saint is injured, what else is impossible?

"It's too late! I am in the midst of calamity, how can I get out of the calamity at will. I can't avoid the calamity by withdrawing. Only by facing the calamity can I have a chance. As my teacher, I might have to go to the Xiqi battlefield."

(End of this chapter)