Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 302 Respectfully invite the thousand-armed ancient god of our clan to come
Even without using the sound-transmitting talisman, Yang Wanli's majestic voice still reached Cao Keng's ears.

Just as Yang Wanli finished speaking, the next scene in the Shuiyue Mirror made Cao Keng finally realize what kind of monster Hell had provoked for him.

At this moment, Yang Wanli, who looked like a man from a foreign land in legends, suddenly closed his eyes and clasped his hands together violently. A sound like a big Lu Huang bell pierced through layers of air through his palms and slammed into the cloud boat under Cao Keng. , causing the cloud boat to tremble for a while, and the virtual image behind Yang Wanli also made this movement like Yang Wanli, but the shock he caused when he made this movement was far better than Yang Wanli. Under the induction of this huge shock, one after another The cloud boat directly activated the defense formation of the hull, and the cloud boat that unfolded the defense formation in turn looked like dominoes that fell one after another, which looked quite spectacular.

At the moment when the virtual image folded its palms together, Yang Wanli suddenly opened his eyes, and the pair of red pupils roared angrily:
"Respectfully invite the thousand-armed ancient god of our clan to come and help me kill Fang Xiaoxiao!"

After this roar that sounded trembling, a sound like space tearing exploded in front of Yanchao Pass.

Afterwards, the phantom behind Yang Wanli suddenly gave birth to countless arms, and each of these arms was clenched with anger like Yang Wanli at this moment.

Then Yang Wanli bowed, his legs stopped slightly, and he punched out without warning.

And the thousand-armed phantom behind him also punched out like him, but the "punch" of this phantom was more like a thousand troops and horses, carrying thousands of galloping auras towards Yanchao Pass. The Xianmeng cloud ship bombarded the ground with the army.

boom!
After a bang and cracking sound, Cao Keng, whose face was a little pale, could only see that the defensive formations on the cloud boats in the water moon mirror were directly smashed by the punch like porcelain bottles, and blocked at the very end. The row of cloud boats in front of them was smashed to pieces, and those cultivators of the ten-state sects on the ground who were waiting for an opportunity were directly overturned by the strong wind of the punch, and some even died on the spot.

Terrible, horrible, hateful.

For a moment, these words echoed in Cao Keng's mind.

But what is even more frightening is that after this punch, Yang Wanli didn't intend to stop at all. He raised his fist again and soon punched out again, which made people who hadn't recovered from the damage caused by the punch just now The disciples of the Xianmeng fell into despair.

But at this time, Wei Jing and Lu Anzhi, the two palace masters, stood up, and the two men who were surrounded by black energy unreservedly sacrificed their strongest swords, and finally managed to block Yang Wanli's punch .

But just when they thought that the cloud boat behind them finally had a chance to breathe and rearrange the formation, they despaired.

Because they discovered that the blow just blocked was not the whole of Yang Wanli's punch. Simply put, they thought that the fists of the virtual image behind Yang Wanli could only swing at the same time, but then the virtual image behind Yang Wanli was like an overwhelming mountain. The wave after wave of fist attacks made them realize how stupid and ignorant their thoughts were just now.

Not only can Yang Wanli control any one of the thousand arms of the phantom behind him, but he can also make the punches used by each arm the same.

Before that, Wei Jing and Lu Anzhi both boasted that they were the top powerhouses in the ten states, but now facing Yang Wanli, they suddenly felt that they were nothing but ants.

Next, the two began to lead the cloud boat fleet back with self-knowledge, but under the pursuit of Yang Wanli, who was like a murderous god, the cloud boat fleet in Sanfu lost [-]% in just a short while.

In the end, the two retreated all the way to the outside of Yanchao Pass, and Yang Wanli's pursuit finally stopped.

Looking at the Yanchao Pass where there were no disciples of the Immortal Alliance at the moment, Wei Jing and Lu Anzhi looked at each other with wry smiles.

They all remembered Yang Wanli's words just now: "There is absolutely no place for your immortal alliance before my Yanchao pass."

……

"Fortunately, Brother Wei and Brother Lu are gone. The two of you are resting outside the strange place for the time being. I will send someone to help you two immediately."

However, as the master of the Immortal Alliance of Ten Mansions, Cao Keng quickly woke up from the shock. He looked at the two people in the Shuiyue Mirror and said through voice transmission.

"Aid, how to help? We have already lost two Palace Masters."

Wei Jing is not a person who is easily discouraged, but Yang Wanli in front of him really made him feel fear from the bottom of his heart.

"President Cao, I'm afraid you already knew about it?"

He sneered and asked angrily:

"Ten feet tall, with red eyes, skin like jade, hair like snow, and a believer in the ancient gods, this Yang Wanli is clearly a member of the Tianyan tribe! You know that this monstrous Tianyan tribe is hidden in this autumn water, and you still let me wait What is the intention of going to death?!"

"I was also deceived. Before that, I didn't know that Yang Wanli was from the Tianyan clan. You know very well that it doesn't do me any good if you all die."

Cao Keng's voice was not loud, but he was terribly calm, which made Wei Jing, who was full of indignation, calm down a lot.

"Don't worry, after this battle, I will definitely have some people give our Xianmeng an explanation."

He continued.

"I have been in Qinglian Immortal Mansion for more than a hundred years, and I have not had little contact with Qiushui, but I was also deceived by this Yang Wanli."

Lu Anzhi next to Wei Jing shook his head.

"It can't all be blamed on Leader Cao."

He persuaded.

"Then what should we do next? With Yang Wanli's cultivation base, I'm afraid that even if the masters of the ten palaces gather together, they may not necessarily be his opponent."

Wei Jing, who had calmed down a little, frowned and asked.

"Have you noticed that after you exited Yanchao Pass, Yang Wanli did not chase him out again?"

Cao Keng asked instead.

"You want to say that Yang Wanli can't get out of Yanchao Pass? What evidence do you have?"

Wei Jing was puzzled.

"Hell."

Cao Keng said coldly while looking at the direction in which the people from Hell Prison were detaining Li Changgeng.

Although Cao Keng only said the word "Hell Prison", the thoughtful Wei Jing immediately came to his senses.

"It's no wonder these people are unwilling to approach Yanchao Pass. The formation of Kun is their excuse. They already knew that Li Changgeng is from the Tianyan clan!"

He suddenly realized.

"However, if Yang Wanli stays in the Yanchao Pass and cannot get out, wouldn't we never be able to break through the Yanchao Pass?"

he asked immediately.

"Don't worry, since hell has spent so much money trying to catch Yang Wanli, they will definitely not give up. Let's just wait and see what happens. If it doesn't work in the end, then the only thing we can do is use the black boat."

Cao Keng said lightly.

Hearing this, Wei Jing and Lu Anzhi were both taken aback, and then they stopped talking.

……

After uploading the note, Cao Keng's originally calm face suddenly showed a strong anger. How can he not be angry when he loses two palace masters at once?
"You all knew that Yang Wanli belonged to the Tianyan clan, why didn't you mention it in advance?"

Cao Keng suppressed the anger in his heart and said when he opened the sound-transmitting talisman that communicated with Hell.

"Sorry, sorry, we didn't expect you to attack Yanchao Pass so hard."

To Cao Keng's surprise, it was not the black and white envoy who spoke on the side of the sound transmission talisman, but the voice of a somewhat immature young man.

But immediately, the other party's frivolous voice aroused Cao Keng's anger.

"We have killed so many people, can you just say sorry? Let you speak out, you are not qualified to talk to me!"

Cao Keng said angrily.

"Oh? Do you know who you're talking to?"

The voice on the other end turned cold.

The chill in this voice seemed to come through the sound transmission talisman, which made Cao Keng on the other end stunned, as if his whole body was frozen.

Before he could speak, the young voice on the other side of the sound transmission talisman continued:
"I already knew that you Yanchao Pass will be handed over to our hell prison. If you are meddling in your own business, don't blame me in hell prison. Let's settle down there. We only want Yang Wanli, and we won't rob you of anything else."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound transmission talisman in Yang Wanli's hand burst into flames and burned automatically.

Obviously, it was destroyed by the people on the other side of Hell.

Seeing the sound transmission talisman burning in the palm of his hand, Cao Keng was stunned for a moment, then furious, and said bitterly:
"When I get rid of these sects, the next one will be your Hell!"

(End of this chapter)