Nine turns immortal

"Then don't blame us."

The third son of Taiqing sneered, and made a bold move. The Shura flag covered the sun, and the murderous aura was surging. The surrounding void was rippling, and there were destruction storms everywhere. The Shura flag was faintly visible. A blood-red world, countless wars The scene of the fight was fleeting.

The big banner swept across, shockingly, just a trace of the power of the holy soldiers was enough to shock people, the terrifying auras were destroyed everywhere, and many true immortals who were a step behind in avoiding it were swept away by the banner storm and melted on the spot It was a ball of blood, and the body and soul were destroyed, which was extremely tragic.

The third son of Taiqing's blow was powerful, even Meng Wanli's face was fluctuating, and he secretly groaned in his heart. Although his strength is tyrannical, he is already a half-step golden immortal, but compared with other true immortal overlords, he is not much. Advantages, everyone's combat power is about the same, which makes him very aggrieved, but there is no way, these true immortal overlords are the pride of the sect in the fairy world, and the sect supports them too much. The magic weapon is very sufficient, but he can't do it. Yuxu Immortal Court itself is a hodgepodge, composed of thousands of powerful families, and the Meng family he belongs to, although it is considered extraordinary, but compared with the giant sect in the fairy world, it is nothing. There is a gap, so now he has a higher level of cultivation, but his combat power is about the same as others. Now seeing the power of the third son of the Taiqing holding a holy weapon, sweeping away the universe and sweeping the power of the sun and the moon, he feels very uncomfortable.

Meng Wanli really didn't have much confidence in capturing the holy soldiers for himself. Now there was only one unowned holy soldier left. Seeing the power of these holy soldiers, he was absolutely sure that his competitive advantage was not much.

As his body swayed, Meng Wanli stepped back a little. He didn't want to join the battle at the level of holy soldiers yet.I can only endure secretly and wait for the opportunity.

The Shura Banner's evil spirit was surging, sweeping across the ground in an instant, the void around Qinglian was dark, and the boundless evil spirit surged, trying to wipe him out here forever.

Qinglian's eyes were sharp, and the Pluto ruler in his hand emitted a faint light. Facing the attack of the third son of Taiqing, he flipped the ruler in his hand, and slashed fiercely, like a big axe, shattering chaos, with boundless energy, terrifying, A tall Pluto can be vaguely seen, surrounded by dark energy, his eyes are startling, and the deadly light flickers out.

This blow was like death descending on the world, the King of Hades reaping all living beings, the sharp light was like a river rewinding, and a gloomy underworld light collided fiercely with the Shura flag.

With such a shocking blow, there was a loud bang, hundreds of millions of thunders were shining, and the void began to shatter, like broken glass. The chaotic atmosphere stirred, and various whirlpools and tides fluctuated continuously. It was difficult to calm down for a long time. down.

With one blow, both sides retreated continuously, and each radiated divine light to cover the whole body, so as not to be hurt by the terrifying turbulent divine light.After the boiling void calmed down, everything manifested. The third son of Taiqing's face was gloomy, and the Shura flag was buzzing. Not far away, Qinglian's face became paler, but her eyes became brighter and brighter. Obviously, this time the confrontation is almost evenly matched.

"Damn it, the Pluto Ruler's attack is much more powerful than the Shura Banner!"

The three Taiqing sons looked at each other and cursed in their hearts. Although they had expected it, the current situation still made them very unhappy. It is true that Shura Banner is a holy weapon, but its defense is greater than its attack, and the Pluto in Qinglian's hand The ruler is purely a weapon for attacking and killing, and no one can take advantage of each other.

"Haha, three Dao brothers, it seems that you have nothing to do with me. I should get this Pluto ruler!"

Qinglian laughed heartily, having a holy weapon and not having a holy weapon are completely two results, if he hadn't initially refined the Pluto Ruler at the last moment, then under the attack of the Shura Banner of the third son of Taiqing, it would be absolutely terrible. But now, with a foot in his hand, he is majestic and fearless!

Swish, a ray of light flashed, and Wang Qian had already appeared in the sky.

"Brother Qinglian, congratulations, with the Pluto Ruler in hand, this trip is worthwhile."

Wang Gan smiled and congratulated.

"Haha, isn't Brother Wang the same!"

Qinglian is in a good mood now, and greets Wang Gan as if no one else is there, completely putting the third son of Taiqing and others aside.

"Wang Gan, are you going to snatch the Pluto Ruler too?"

The third son of Taiqing and Meng Wanli looked unhappy, thinking that Wang Gan was also coming to seize the holy soldiers.

"Hey, if this Pluto Ruler is in the hands of you guys, then I will take it directly, but if it falls into the hands of Brother Qinglian, I will naturally not take it. The third son of Taiqing, Meng Wanli, how many of you? If you still don’t give up, if you want to continue to attack, then let brother Qinglian and I learn your supernatural powers.”

Wang Gan was full of momentum, and the holy sword of Yuantu in his hand began to swallow the black and red sword energy, as if he was about to fight at any time.

Qinglian's eyes lit up, and her heart was moved. If he and Wang Gan joined hands, then it might really do something. Although the third son of the Taiqing had the Asura Banner in his hand, but he joined forces with Wang Gan, and the two had a full three-way relationship. A holy weapon, three against one, as long as the mana can keep up, the chances of winning will increase!

The third son of Taiqing saw Wang Gan and Qinglian's aura faintly rising, and they were about to join forces to attack. He was startled, knowing that there was nothing to be done, he snorted angrily, and disappeared into the distance as a ray of light, Meng Wanli even more He left extremely aggrieved, he didn't have a single holy weapon, and he was no match for either Wang Gan or Qinglian, let alone the two of them teaming up.

With a snap of the fingers, many true immortals around Wang Gan and Qinglian ran away, the four overlords left, and the remaining thousands of true immortals did not have the confidence to benefit from Wang Gan and Qing Liang. They all have the strength of a true immortal overlord, plus they each have holy soldiers in their hands. The combination of such strengths is not a joke. Although they have a large number of people, once they fight, it is not known how many people will die. The risk is too high. When they grow up, these true immortals are all extremely shrewd. Although their greedy hearts are fierce, they are not completely crazy and lose their minds.

Not far away, the last holy weapon on the other side is still being contested by everyone. Looking from afar, a piece of fairy light is boiling, everywhere is a torrent of Taoism and supernatural powers, all kinds of magic weapons are bombarding, the void is chaotic, and nothing can be seen at all. It is clear that there is an endless stream of fierce and fierce battles, and there are screams from time to time. It is a true immortal who is falling, and the strong evil spirit is even more terrifying. Countless blood-red evil clouds almost appear in this void.

Countless thought fragments such as resentment, remorse, greed, viciousness, etc. are everywhere. These are the traces left by those fallen true immortals, and this place has become a land of fallen immortals.

Frowning, at this time, even Wang Gan dare not join the distant battlefield casually, it is too dangerous, thousands of real immortals attack and kill each other, just to fight for the last holy soldier, such a scene It was a bloody mess, even if he had holy soldiers in his hands, he dared to survive the boundless torrent of supernatural powers and magic weapons intact.

"Brother Wang, what do you think, do you want to fight for the last holy soldier?"

Qinglian's complexion began to improve, and his injury improved in just a moment, and his whole body exuded a breath of vitality, which showed that his methods were so ingenious that even Wang Gan had to admire him.

"Hey, this kind of chaotic scene has completely turned into a mess. It is not easy to get out of the fire. I have already gained a lot of benefits today, so I don't want to mix it up anymore. So persistent, regardless of life and death, regardless of gains and losses, completely desperate, I'd better watch quietly!"

Wang Gan smiled wryly. Originally, he also wanted to seize another holy weapon, but the current situation is really uncertain, so he didn't want to spend more energy. In case of injury, the gain outweighs the loss.

"Brother Wang can see it, but it's no wonder, holy soldiers, I have never heard of them in the fairy world. Even if there are some semi-sacred soldiers in the hands of some old antiques, they are much worse than the holy soldiers here. With such a precious chance, it’s no wonder everyone is fighting desperately.”

Qinglian's eyes were misty, and she was rubbing the Pluto Ruler in her hand, with complicated emotions.

Both of them didn't intend to do anything, so they stood in the void and watched the development of things quietly.

Not far away, a layer of divine light and vast books are constantly shuttling in the void, and a large number of real immortals are vying for it. Every moment, someone comes into contact with this holy weapon. It may be that there is no chance to refine it. Was blown away.

Many real immortal overlords were completely anxious, and they burst out their strength completely, and they didn't even have the slightest intention to hold back. Even the monks of the same sect didn't care, as long as they stood in front of them, they would all be killed.

The sword master's sword intent is terrifying, the vast sword energy is like a sea, and the rapier stabs out thousands of times with a flick of a finger. Wisps of bright sword light are surging, and ripples in the void are bursting. Wherever it passes, blood and bones are flying. He was killed directly, blood staining the void.

The two bodies of the two-hearted Buddha struck at the same time, the Buddha's light was blazing, and the magic light was vast. Together, countless swastika Buddhist scriptures covered the sun and killed a true immortal.

Cang Ming is even more like a peerless great devil, with a dark river of magic flowing behind him. Wherever he passes, a true immortal falls into the long river of the devil's way, and his energy is directly swallowed up, melting his body and soul, adding to his fierceness .

True Immortal Dayi's eyes were full of divine light, and with a large brush in his hand, he kept writing killing characters one by one, with a dazzling sharpness, beheading everything, no matter whether it was the flesh body or soul, under the sharpness of his pen, they collapsed and shattered one after another.

Meng Wanli also made a big move in it, the vast mountains and rivers are immeasurable, and every moment, a large number of real immortals are covered by his mountain and river catalogue, and then perish in it.

On the other hand, the third son of Taiqing was quietly watching the battle at this time, just like Wang Qian and others. They had already benefited, and seeing that the competition was getting more and more fierce at this time, they didn't want to intervene casually, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable.

Thousands of real immortals are falling, roaring, screaming, desperate, roaring, and the sound continues.The endless slaughter finally turned this place into a real place of fallen immortals.

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