Holy Emperor Jiuxiao

After Yunchen finished speaking, he stretched out one hand, and a colorful water chestnut appeared in his hand. He looked at Lan Yubing tenderly with his eyes, and supported Lan Yubing with a magic power.

In the end, he carried Lan Yubing on his back, and Cai Ling tied the two of them together. He wanted to fight, so naturally he couldn't be distracted, his hands couldn't be free, so all he had to do was hold Lan Yubing on his back, and everything would be resolved.

"Come on, those who want to help Tian Mingzong and the Lan family, stand up for me, and I will solve it together."

Yun Chen let out a loud roar, and the aura of his whole body suddenly surged, and the kung fu of Jiuxiao Remnant Volume was operated to the extreme, and his aura suddenly rose.

In an instant, the aura had reached the level of three turns in the late Nascent Soul stage, and the Ice Dragon Halberd appeared in his hand, looking at the tens of thousands of Nascent Soul stage monks in the square.

Not counting these Nascent Soul stage monks at all, the whole person is as if he has defeated Linchen, looking at the world's domineering momentum, facing countless super monks, without the slightest fear.

"Hmph, Tian Mingzong wants to get rid of your mere Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator, and you still need other people, so die!"

Seeing that Yunchen suddenly raised his aura to the level of the third turn in the later stage, the old man was also horrified. Then he thought, Yunchen is only a monk in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and if he can improve his aura, he must use some kind of forbidden technique. Such a forbidden technique is There is a price to pay.

Its purpose is to escape from here as soon as possible, and kill the young master of Tianmingzong, so that he can leave, and the mana in his body will circulate, and a spirit treasure will appear in his hand.

The real third-rank monk in the late stage was really extraordinary. There was a burst of explosion in the whole square, and Yunchen also felt a huge pressure.

"Boom."

With a soft snort, Yunchen also unleashed his mana, and suddenly a shocking coercion struck towards the old man. There was an explosion in the space, coercion and coercion colliding.

"Dengdengdeng."

"Dengdengdeng."

"what"

The two took a few steps back at the same time, and there was a sound of surprise in the square, which was completely beyond expectations. They never expected that a middle-stage cultivator would be as powerful as a late-stage three-rank cultivator in terms of coercion.

If they knew that Yunchen hadn't fully exerted all his coercion, they didn't know what kind of expression they would show, but he didn't care about the expressions of other monks either.

With a wave of one hand, a shocking icy air shot up into the sky, and a huge ice dragon rushed towards the old man. The whole square was completely glacier.

A monk with a low cultivation level used his skills to resist the icy cold, and at the same time his face showed a look of panic, not to mention wanting to fight Yunchen in the junior high school of Nascent Soul.

Even if Yunchen casually casts a blow, they can suffer from the disaster of the fish pond, and I feel a wave of horror at Yunchen's strength in my heart.

"Xuanming True Dragon."

The old man glanced at the flying ice dragon with disdain. The ice dragon cast by the monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul with imitation spirit treasures was completely ignored.

But Yunchen's strength exceeded his expectations, so he didn't dare to be careless. With a wave of the spirit treasure in his hand, the same dark gray Tyrannosaurus came crashing towards the ice dragon.

"Boom."

"Roar."

"Roar."

There was a violent impact sound, and then two dragon shadows about ten feet long entangled each other in the air. The ice dragon trembled continuously, and it was obviously at a disadvantage.

"God Killing Finger, destroy!"

It had long been expected that the ice dragon would not be the old man's opponent, no matter whether it was a spirit treasure or a cultivation level, it would be impossible to defeat the old man, so while casting the ice dragon, a god-killer pointed it out.

Casting the ice dragon also prevented the early Yuanying monks from disturbing him. This trick allowed him to succeed. More than a dozen early Yuanying monks around the old man all used exercises to resist the cold air.

The monks in the mid-Yuanying period did not dare to get too close to Yunchen, and used top-level magic weapons to prevent Lingbao from continuously attacking Yunchen.

"Everything is lost, Rainstorm Butterfly Shadow!"

The Thunder Wings on Yunchen's shoulders flickered for a while, and his body disappeared strangely, dodging all the attacks, and when he reappeared, he was already out of action.

The attack of the Nascent Soul cultivator's breath-locking attack suddenly fell through, which they did not expect.

The butterfly shadow of the rainstorm appeared, and the 24 golden beards in the air turned into golden rays of light, constantly shuttling among the Nascent Soul stage monks of Tianmingzong.

What's even more frightening is that the 48 god-killing needles were silent, covering almost everything within a radius of [-] zhang. Suddenly, a strange scene appeared in the air.

The monks of Tianmingzong were all flashing quickly, as if they had encountered a ghost. There was no attack in the air, but they were all flashing continuously. Except for a few monks who were attacked by the golden light, the other monks seemed to be fighting against the air Same.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

"Ah, ah, ah..."

"..."

48 God-killing needles and 24 golden butterflies criss-cross the air, and the monks in the early stage of Yuanying of Tianmingzong are constantly losing, and only a trace of blood appears between the eyebrows.

The head seemed to be pierced by a silver needle, which made the Nascent Soul stage monks in the whole square tremble with fear. I don't know what treasure Yunchen used to kill these Nascent Soul stage monks.

"Roar."

"Roar"

"Crack!"

With two roars, the dragon shadows in the air retreated violently, the ice dragon disappeared rapidly, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Although the dark gray dragon did not dissipate, it was not as powerful as it was at first.

"Humph."

Seeing the Lingbao in his hand being shaken violently, the old man was startled, horrified by Yunchen's finger strength, although he did not see Yunchen's finger strength, but with thousands of years of experience and induction, when the God Killing Finger came in front of him When it was time, the Lingbao in his hand went up to meet him.

There was a cracking sound, the spirit treasure shook, and almost fell to the ground. Seeing such a situation, the old man no longer dared to blindly look at Yunchen. If it wasn't for the induction, he would have already fallen in front of this finger force.

The speed of this finger force almost ignores the existence of space, and it is so powerful that it almost defeats Lingbao. It seems that we must pay attention to this finger force at any time.

"This lord wants to see how many Nascent Soul Stages of your Tianmingzong have been lost!"

Yunchen retracted the ice dragon halberd, and kept pointing out with his fingers, blocking the three late-stage monks flying in the air. The three late-stage Nascent Soul monks were furious when they saw the strange loss of their own monks from the Tianming sect.

The only thing is to kill Yunchen, and if you don't kill Yunchen, few monks of Tianmingzong can survive, but when they come to Yunchen not far away several times, a god-killing needle greets them, and And with a god-killing finger.

The Mie Shen Needle was silent, without a trace, and it was impossible to guard against it at all, making the faces of the three late stage monks look ugly.

"Tangle him, the deity will destroy him!"

The old man said angrily, in just a short moment, Yunchen killed more than half of the monks of Tianmingzong quietly, if this continues, there must not be many monks of Tianmingzong alive.

Yunchen is too cunning, and the treasure in his hands is also extremely weird, without a trace, without a sound, and he can't get close to him at all.

Yun Chen was also crying secretly in his heart, the powerful coercion of the three late-stage monks was constantly impacting, and the spirit treasures in his hands were smashed towards him continuously.

Controlling Rainstorm Butterfly Shadow with my own consciousness consumes a lot of consciousness, and I have to pay attention to the old man all the time. It's not so easy to parry after three turns in the later stage.

"It can't go on like this!"

Yun Chen said in his heart, if the effect of divine consciousness is too strong, he will have no chance to leave here, and there are still countless monks eyeing him, even people from the Lan family.

"receive!"

My heart turned sharply, and I grabbed it with one hand, and the rainstorm butterfly shadow was taken back. All the monks of the Tianmingzong in the early stage of the Nascent Soul were killed, and even the monks in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul were killed. Only a few monks in the Tianmingzong remained Half, Nascent Soul's early and mid-stage can't affect himself, and he has to deal with three late-stage and one late-stage third-rank.

"Sky-shattering cone, sacrifice!"

"Dazzle Light Flowing Cloud Shield, sacrifice!"

"Kirin blade, sacrifice!"

"Flame Gun, Sacrifice"

With a movement of consciousness, several treasures were sacrificed, the sky-shattering awl and the flaming gun each hit a late-stage cultivator, the glare flow cloud shield also took the two of them seriously in front of them, and the unicorn blade slashed fiercely at a black monk. A monk in the late period of clothing.

This time, he didn't keep his hand anymore, and every shot was a one-hit kill, because the old man sacrificed a top-level spiritual treasure in the air, and kept muttering in his mouth, as if he was about to perform some kind of forbidden killing technique.

He had to resolve the threat posed by the three late Nascent Soul cultivators, otherwise he would have no chance to deal with the old man, and if he made a wrong move, he would lose everything. He knew this kind of thing better than anyone else.

"Pluto seal."

"Pluto clone."

"Asura finger!"

At this time, the three late-stage cultivators completely gave up on the treasures, and instead performed forbidden techniques.

Ordinary imitation spirit treasures and spirit treasures, there are monks in the underworld who are powerful in forbidden techniques, and they dare not be careless when they see Yunchen perform a killer move.

"Pfft."

"Pfft."

The invincible power of the sky-shattering awl crushed the Pluto seal, and hit a late-stage cultivator with indomitable force. Immediately, the late-stage cultivator spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately, there was a blast in front of the sky-shattering awl, and the cultivator in the later period was crushed by the sky-shattering power of the sky-shattering awl, spinning around, shrinking rapidly, and finally shooting towards Yunchen.

The unicorn blade in Yunchen's hand radiated a shocking coercion, and a cold light also cut through the Pluto clone, and directly divided the second Nascent Soul late stage monk into two halves, even the Nascent Soul became two halves in the body.

The luckiest one is the last late Nascent Soul cultivator. The flame gun is a top-level magic weapon. Although it has flames that can devour everything in the world, it is not as powerful as Lingbao.

The Shura finger instantly sent the flaming spear flying, and the flaming gun trembled continuously. The Shura finger shot towards Yunchen without any hesitation. The monk who cast the Shura finger saw two late-stage monks of the same rank were damaged, and was shocked from the bottom of his heart.

But his Shura finger actually broke Yunchen's attack. If Yunchen could break Yunchen's defense, even if Yunchen was a god, he would still fall on Shura.

The horrified look on his face also slightly eased, and finally turned into complacency. In his eyes, he seemed to have seen Yun and Chen fall under Shura's finger.

But what happened next was completely unexpected. Seeing that Shura Finger had come in front of Yun Chen, he was paused strangely, and Yun Chen's figure also disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already ten feet away from where it was, and Shura Finger couldn't lock Yunchen.

What's even more frightening is that the trembling flaming gun quickly shot at him with an explosive breath, and it came to a distance of ten feet in an instant.