Nine turns immortal

[Thank you cold-blooded classmate for the reward, ha ha. 】

"what?"

"Are you really going to attack our Qingyun sect?"

Wang Gan's words were not concealed, and there was no sound transmission from his spiritual consciousness, but he said it generously, and even under the influence of the vague Taoism, every Qingyun sect disciple could hear clearly.

It exploded at once. Many disciples were shocked at first, and then angry. Yes, they are afraid of death, and they also have a heart of fear. But now that the situation has reached this point, fear of death is useless. They can only fight, a bloody battle !

"Haha, I didn't expect that this Qingyun sect is really capable, the highest is only the realm of transforming gods, and he can sense the breath of Mi Tianzhou?"

"Haha, so what if we sense it, this time we're stealing the day to slaughter a second-rate sect and scare a group of ground turtles on the Tianyuan Continent, otherwise they don't know what a miserable end it will be to fight against the Ziwei Great World!"

"kill!"

Laughter and shouts of killing came from the void, but no one was seen. The next moment, the sky was torn off like a curtain, revealing its true colors.

An illusory Shenzhou is suspended in the void, like something in a picture, a mirage, and an ethereal and illusory aura emerges.

With a bang, groups of monks rushed out. Everyone was full of murderous aura, wearing red armor with dark brown blood stains on it. I don't know how many enemies' blood was stained. The evil spirit was heavy and lingering like a demon!

In the blink of an eye, this world is filled with terror. The world of Ziwei is really amazing. There is such a mysterious magic weapon as Mi Tianzhou. Although it doesn't have much attack power, its hidden methods are unmatched in the world. Concealing one's breath is simply the supreme weapon for a sneak attack.

Rows of blood-colored figures walked out of the Shenzhou. There were more than 3000 monks in the army. They were all full of energy and fierce like tigers. .

These people form a simple formation in twos and threes. It seems simple and has no fairy style at all. There are no such things as runes all over the sky, dao rhymes, etc., but they are integrated, and there is a kind of invincibility. The taste has reached a point of simplicity and grandeur.

"The disciples of the first birth, all retreat and are not allowed to participate in the battle, and the rest of the disciples, kill together!"

Everything happened so fast, almost as soon as Wang Gan's words fell, a dense army of monks rushed out of Mi Tianzhou, charging up with a murderous look.

Master Qingyun's complexion changed drastically, and he roared loudly. At the same time, the celestial sword in his hand was dazzling, and the sword formula was sharp, emitting a ten thousand zhang sword light, and rushed into the monk army.

Even so, in an instant, hundreds of disciples below the birthplace died at the hands of this group of people.

These people are not ordinary monks at all, and their fighting methods are also very simple. They hold soldiers in their hands, shoot out spears and spears, all of them are like lightning, howling like wind and thunder, and they can span a hundred meters with the flick of their fingers. The warriors attacked and killed, and blood-colored electric lights pierced vertically and horizontally, piercing the skull, or piercing the heart.

At the very beginning of the war, corpses lay everywhere, blood flowed like rivers, and broken arms were all over the ground. Most of them were Qingyun sect disciples who hadn't had time to transfer. In this level of battle, the strength is too weak. The army of monks in the Ziwei world, each of them is in the realm of Yuantai, and they all practice a kind of killing technique. When killing people, they are extremely cruel and fast like lightning, making them impossible to guard against.

Almost at the moment when Mitian Shenzhou appeared, Wang Gan's face changed, and then a mountain peak appeared in his hand, exquisite and small, but with a desolate and simple aura, wisps of blue light radiated out, and where the light passed, young disciples disappeared in place , was collected by him in the magic weapon space.

Even so, there are still hundreds of young monks who died too quickly and did not have time to put them away.

The Soul Transformation cultivator's soul power is so powerful, and his thinking speed is unbelievably fast. They all reacted immediately, but a large number of disciples still died, and all of them dripped blood.

"Bastard, it's too despicable, die!"

"Come on!"

Elder Dharma Guardians are raging with anger, and if they strike with infinite Tao, they will be bombarded and killed. Hundreds of millions of runes are organized in the void to form various magical techniques, such as knives, swords, axes, bells, tripods, books, trees, wheels, all radiant and murderous. cloud.

Puff!In an instant, dozens of hundreds of monks were overwhelmed by various divine channels, turning into a rain of blood.

Master Qingyun was even more furious. The headband on his head shattered, and his black hair was like a sharp sword. The Qingyun Immortal Sword in his hand shot out immeasurable celestial light, and the sword light exploded with terrifying lethality in the army of monks. Just sweeping across, there is a pile of corpses, the soldiers are broken, the battle armor is broken, and the flesh and blood are flying everywhere.

Screaming again and again.The scene was extremely bloody.

Almost none of the two sides got any benefits. Qing Yunmen was careless for a moment, hundreds of young disciples died, and disciples in Yuantai realm were fighting bloody battles, and many died tragically.

The same is true for the army of monks in the Ziwei Great World. They take the lead, but the many cultivators of Qingyun Sect are not vegetarians. They attack at the same time, and the speed is unparalleled. Killing everything set off a rain of blood in the army.

Wang Gan was also brutal. After being promoted to Transformation God, this was almost his first battle. While holding Cuiyun Peak, he gathered a large number of young disciples, while playing the vast Dao Principle, a ray of dark light flashed, boundless The air of death and decay filled the land, and entered the army of monks in a blink of an eye. Amidst the chirping sound, the battle armor rotted, and the life essence was gone in a blink of an eye, and a piece of bone fell off.

His killing method is too amazing and shocking!

It's too tragic, all the monks who died in his hands couldn't even leave their bodies, they were directly turned into a piece of dust, the essence of life, the essence of flesh and blood, all decayed in an instant, as if they had gone through thousands of years.

This kind of supernatural power is enough to shock the world, and it immediately shows how sharp and vicious the way of life and death he practiced is.

"Rat, it's too cruel~!"

The monks in the world of Ziwei, who were arrogant just now, are also shocked now, and finally understand, a second-rate sect.Even if there were no immortal monks to suppress the sect, their power would be terrifying enough. In a short period of time, a large part of the army they led died, and they continued to die. What a tragedy!

All of this happened too fast. A cultivator in the realm of transforming gods could attack and kill tens of thousands of times in one instant.

Among the monks in the Ziwei World, there also appeared a monk who turned into a god. These people were wearing pitch-black battle armor, with endless runes circulating, and the light was dazzling. At first glance, they were all at the level of top-grade treasures, almost enough to achieve success. A half-immortal weapon with unparalleled defense.

The two sides had their own scruples, and began to fight against each other, fighting each other.

As soon as Wang Qian's eyes moved, there was a middle-aged monk with a cold face, a stiff beard hanging down, and a deep murderous intent brewing in his eyes.

This person is merciless, holding a black tomahawk, the blade of the ax exudes a faint cold light, and the sharp and domineering aura suppresses the world.The big ax slashed wildly, and the roads were winding, majestic and simple, cutting through the void, and landing on the top of Wang Qian's head in the blink of an eye.

Wang Gan's eyes lit up. This person is a cultivator in the mid-stage of transformation, with a burly figure, supreme strength and bravery. He also practices a kind of thick and domineering profound art. His breath is like a dragon, and his blood is full of masculinity. His shot is lore The big ax slashed down horizontally, intending to cut off Wang Gan's head.

"Good job! Just to see where I am now!"

Wang Gan laughed out loud, his whole body was filled with blue light, countless Nine-Turn Talismans circulated on his muscles and bones, the light was ancient, dominating the world.He doesn't need any magic weapon, his own body is the supreme magic weapon, his palms are like knives and axes, soaring up into the sky, he wants to grab this man's big axe.

"You are too arrogant, my axe is almost a half-celestial tool. It is as heavy as a mountain and as sharp as a sword. If you dare to do this, you are courting death!" The monk saw Wang Gan raise his hand to fight him, with bare hands, even a magic weapon was useless Come out, filled with incomparable anger and humiliation.

This person must be killed, it is too contemptuous of others, this is courting death!

Murderous intent boiled in his heart, and he felt his flesh and blood surging, and his strength increased a little. The big ax flew across the sky, accompanied by wind and thunder, and fell with a loud crash. The void trembled, and cracks appeared.

boom!The bright rays of light exploded, and Dao Ze's blood was filled with blood, which continued to fade away, and the figures of the two were blurred.

"What? How is this possible? Could it be that he is a dedicated body cultivator!"

The monk who fought with Wang Gan was shocked. He felt a surge of savage force, which made his arms tremble, and the big ax in his hand was almost blown away. The talisman circulated without even a trace of scars. What kind of flesh is this!

Almost at the same time, a deity-transforming monk rushed out and fought with many elders of Qingyun sect. Ziwei Great World really made a vicious move this time. There are twenty deity-transforming monks, which is more than Qingyun sect Three gods, at this time, every monk who transforms spirits has peerless combat power and can turn the tide of the battle. Needless to say, there are three more monks in Ziwei world at once. Many disciples will suffer heavy casualties!