Nine turns immortal

Letting out a long breath, Wang Gan finally calmed down.

A celestial being, Grand Marshal Hong Zhao, who is a high and powerful figure in Ziwei World, was beheaded by him just like that.This is a miracle. No one would have imagined that Wang Qian could kill an immortal just after he was promoted to Immortal, because such a thing would never happen in tens of thousands of years.

Immortal and Earth Immortal are completely two levels of life, and there is a gap between them. It is too difficult to defeat the immortal.

At this time, Wang Qian was once again thankful for his decision, subdued Ao Gu's remnant soul, and using him to activate the Zhantian Halberd, it really complemented each other and was perfect. It is almost impossible to kill Hong Zhao, a fairy, let alone other means, the vitality is absolutely strong, and there are many ways to save his life. If it is not for the terrifying killing weapon of the mighty soldier, even if Hong Zhao loses, he can still pay Escape at a certain price, so as not to die.

"Finally killing this person can be regarded as destroying a powerful enemy for Tianyuan Continent."

Wang Gan breathed a sigh of relief, holding Cuiyun Peak in his hand, and Qingniu used his methods in it, the roaring sound continued, and a large amount of Dragon Burying Qi began to be absorbed.

This precious vitality must be collected in full. Every trace of dragon burial energy has a huge effect. Even if it is not as good as Ao Gu's green dragon body, it cannot be wasted.

A few hours later, the planet became even darker, and the wisps of dragon burial air floating in the void were all collected.

Then, Wang Qian tore apart the space, and spent another three days returning to the ruins of the Middle Ages. All the way back, the world was lonely, the starry sky was eternal, and a mysterious emotion appeared in his heart. Come on, it's a little bit up and down, and it's extremely uncomfortable.

Stepping into the ruins of the Middle Ages again, Wang Qian felt as if he had passed away. This time, he and Hong Zhao fought in the starry sky, traveling hundreds of millions of miles away. He came down, and beheaded Hong Zhao alive, gaining a lot.

A moment later, Wang Gan had already walked out of the ruins of the Middle Ages. Looking around, on the Tianyuan Continent, the clouds were gloomy, the blood mist was lingering, and the evil spirit was shocking. From time to time, there were tyrannical rays of light that exploded and shuttled in distant places. Above the nine heavens, among the clouds A figure shrouded in celestial light casts numerous divine channeling spells, thousands of miles of ice, blazing flames, blazing golden crow, divine phoenix spreading its wings, great dragon roaring, and sometimes celestial blood spilling, piercing through the earth and mountains.

Wars are everywhere, the entire Tianyuan Continent is trembling, and even Wang Gan has discovered that many places in this plane are undergoing earthquakes, volcanoes are erupting, and countless deep cracks appear on the ground, like the mouths of giant beasts.

Devastated everywhere, blood flowed like a river!

"The war started again? That's right, Hong Zhao is the Generalissimo. He descended from the world of Ziwei, and I'm afraid he will follow a large army of monks."

Wang Gan felt desolate in his heart, and felt that this Tianyuan Continent was full of disasters.

Along the way, Wang Gan saw many tragic scenes. Many mortal kingdoms were in ruins, with bones and blood everywhere, emitting a rotten stench, and shocking scars were left on the ground.

He also saw many familiar figures fighting in the sky and the earth.

The old man Tianjian, the demon fairy of Huangquan, the old dragon of the southern border, the old devil of the northern region, and the old monk of the western lands all have earth-shattering auras. They are fighting with the masters of the world of crape myrtle, fighting bloody battles.

A dim yellow river, thousands of miles long, stretches across the void, and one shuttle can destroy an immortal. It has supreme divine power. Wang Gan can tell at a glance that it is the Great Immortal Art of Huangquan, and its power is much greater than any other appearance. , he knew that the plan of Huangquan Yaoxian to delay the Ziwei world had completely failed.

The old man Tianjian was covered in blood, and the long sword in his hand was broken, leaving only a broken sword. He was still fighting, and the sword light was sharp, sometimes obliterating lives.

In the sky above Tianyuanzong, a huge divine peak, driven by endless vitality, is like a flying peak, galloping vertically and horizontally, and the crushed void is shattered inch by inch. The huge muzzle continuously blasted out terrifying beams of light.

It turned out to be Tianyuan Peak, the fairy artifact, and the powerful warship of Ziwei World, who were bombarding each other.

Beacon fires are everywhere, and the battle continues.

Wang Qian was like a blue shadow, with one breath, he traveled thousands of miles away, and soon came to the gate of the Jade Emperor, and he saw a huge seal, like a jade seal that was unrivaled in the world, blooming with light, and the jade-colored divine lights were like The waterfall flows down from the sky, protecting the entire Yuhuang Mountain Range.

Outside, a dense army of monks is attacking and killing. Immortals are like clouds. There are seven or eight immortals. The ancient magic weapon Xihuangyin kept trembling as it crashed fiercely. Under the huge mountain ranges, endless dragon veins of essence and energy were extracted as the energy to activate the magic weapon.

"kill!"

"Break through the protection and kill everyone!"

"Ziwei is invincible, and she can traverse the world!"

The monks in the Lagerstroemia world roared loudly, all of them blushed, and formed a dense battle formation, with a dozen or twenty people forming a small formation, and a dozen or so small formations forming a large formation. The formations were connected, and their power was simply earth-shattering.

Kacha, Kacha, as the attacks continued, the mountains in the Jade Emperor Sect's gate trembled, the rocks crumbled, the veins shattered, and the dragon's breath screamed.

There are too many monks in the Ziwei world. At a glance, it is densely packed, covering the sky and the sun. There are almost [-] to [-] monks. Treasure artifacts, semi-immortal artifacts, and even immortal artifacts all burst out with terrifying light, constantly attacking and killing.

Outside the mountain gate, blood flowed like a river, and corpses were spread on the ground, broken magic weapons, warriors, broken arms and thighs, layer upon layer.

Wang Gan's eyes were full of divine light, and he could tell at a glance that there were less than 5000 monks left in the Jade Emperor School, and almost all of them were injured. There were even many monks who had run out of oil and lamps, but they continued to play the final battle. Essence, integrated into the Western Emperor Seal, supported this magic weapon.

Tragic, too tragic!

"Haha, Wang Gan, this is the plane you live in? It's too weak, it's too weak. I'm afraid it doesn't take ten breaths. These boys in the Ziwei world can break the blockade. By then, everyone here will have to Killed, why don't you make a move?"

Ao Gu was in Wang Gan's sea of ​​consciousness, so he naturally sensed the situation here, and shouted loudly.

"Hmph, the world of Ziwei is really frenzied. Such a barren plane of Tianyuan Continent is constantly sending forces to attack and kill. It's hateful!"

Wang Gan was furious in his heart. He and the Ziwei world were absolute enemies, but he didn't know why this world went crazy, and even crossed the distant star field to attack, and each time it became more violent.

The situation is urgent. You must know that the monks of Qingyunmen are still within the gate of the Jade Emperor School, and Wang Qian can't ignore it.