God-level Grandmaster of Martial Arts

Wang Feng has already obtained sixteen relics, and only the one in Sun Wukong's body remains.

Chapter 925 Three Quasi-Saints vs Wutian

When Wang Feng got three relics, the battle in Huaguo Mountain had already heated up.

The sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dark, and he did not pay attention to describe the scene in front of him.

The entire war situation has stretched millions of miles!

Countless monsters died on this land.

Terrifying rays of light continued to erupt in the void, and the power of powerful laws bloomed one by one.

Sweep a large area of ​​monsters.

The whole land was cracked open and turned into a bottomless canyon!

There are countless corpses of immortals, demons, and dead Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the Buddhist world.

No one knows how many people died!

All are fighting!

Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, Zhenyuanzi Daxian and other three quasi-sage-level powerhouses can affect almost the entire battlefield.

Under the coverage of the powerful force, almost no demons can get close to them and be directly killed.

"Sun Wukong, die!"

The black robe fell from the sky.

Among the people who came from the entire Daleiyin Temple, he had the strongest mana, and he was the great protector of the sky.

Apart from him, people such as the Black Lotus Saint, Giant Scorpion and others are not Sun Wukong's opponents.

Sun Wukong's fiery eyes flashed, his eyes glowed with fire, and he said coldly: "Black robe, just rely on you? Also worthy of my old grandson as an enemy? You really don't know how to live or die!"

As soon as the voice fell, Sun Wukong stepped forward with an iron rod!

when!

Sun Wukong shot too fast, and Hei Pao was forced to pick up the iron rod in his hand before he could react, and forcibly resisted it in front of Xiong.

Bang!

In an instant, the whole black robe seemed to be shattered.

The powerful physical strength and terrifying mana directly penetrated his body, and his bones were creaking, almost not shattering.

The black robe kept retreating, his hands were bleeding, and his bones were cracked.

"What a great monkey!"

Hei Pao has never fought against Sun Wukong, so naturally he doesn't know how strong he is.

The most important thing is that the strength of Hei Pao is not in the realm of quasi-saint at all, how can he be the opponent of Sun Wukong!

Under the madness, all of a sudden suffered a dark loss!

"Hey, do you know how powerful my grandson is? Let you eat a few more sticks, and you will know that your grandfather is not something you can provoke!"

Sun Wukong is also ruthless.

Even a half-step quasi-sage dared to come to find fault with a quasi-sage-level powerhouse like him. Isn't that courting death?

He raised the golden cudgel again and was about to attack again.

boom! !

At this time, a supreme will suddenly flashed between heaven and earth!

This will suddenly came, the breath was strong, the void was shattered, the earth collapsed, the rivers dried up, and the mountains fell to the ground one after another.

"No Heaven!"

Sun Wukong, Zhenyuanzi Daxian and Yang Jian all reacted.

Is this going to be shot in no time?

In the void, a majestic and domineering voice came, as if spanning countless epochs.

"Black robe, you all step back, let this seat come to meet them."

No day, really no day!

His figure appeared in the void, with his hands on his back and a pair of majestic eyes, staring at the battlefield below, and said lightly.

At this time, if he doesn't make a move, I am afraid that the whole battle situation will be directly turned to one side.

After all, Sun Wukong, Zhen Yuanzi and Yang Jian are all quasi-sacred existences.

Not to mention how many years they have practiced, but the combat power is definitely not bad!

Two quasi-sages who focus on cultivating the physical body, and one quasi-sage with high mana, who has lived for millions of years, the strength of these three quasi-sages, apart from Wutian, who else can compare?

No!

With the three of them in, everything will change.

Therefore, Wutian can only show up.

"Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, Zhen Yuanzi, come up and let me see how your proud cultivation will bring you a good chance of winning."

Wutian's voice is not loud, but his words are concise and extremely domineering.

There is no room for rejection, no one can resist.

Wutian did not take action on most of the immortals, but chose to deal with the three Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong, Zhen Yuanzi and Yang Jian glanced at each other and said, "This battle will come sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly. Our hopes are all on Brother Feng, and we hope that he has succeeded now."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded and said, "Yes, it stands to reason that he has already succeeded."

"We can delay as long as we can, and we will depend on him next."

"No need to say more, let's go, I hope he can come back in time!"

Yang Jian's words were concise and to the point. He didn't say much. He jumped up and flew straight into the sky.

The three figures came back and forth, facing Wutian without fear.

"Very well, the three of you still have a bit of backbone, and it's not worth the cost of this seat to deal with you personally." Wutian smiled lightly, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

The three quasi-sages, except for him, are the top combat power. As long as he does not make a move, there are almost no opponents in the world.

Wutian couldn't help but sigh, if he had one or two quasi-saint-level powerhouses in his hands, where would he need to do it himself.

"Humph! Wutian, of course we have the backbone. Don't think that you can change everything by ruling the Three Realms. The ending is definitely something you don't want to see!"

Sun Wukong has something to say, pointing to the Way of No Heaven.

Wutian is not a fool, and a fool cannot rule the Three Realms.

"Are you pinning your hopes on Wang Feng? What if he gets all the relics?"

"If you don't enter the realm of saints, you will never change the ending!"

"Don't worry, after solving you, I will naturally wait for him to come to me."

"However, let's see if he has such mana at that time!" Wutian didn't care at all.

Of course he knows the power of seventeen relics.

However, it is not enough to get seventeen relics.

If you don't enter the realm of saints, you are always ants, and quasi-sages are just bigger ants.

"Okay, today, I will wait for three people to fight you to see how strong the saint is!"

boom!

The golden hoop stick in Sun Wukong's hand suddenly slammed out, and the void was directly collapsed. A terrifying power of law traversed the void and fell from the top of Wutian's head.

As soon as Sun Wukong shot, Yang Jian followed closely, the three-pointed two-edged sword condensed the law, turned into a magic blade full of heaven, and attacked Wutian.

And Zhenyuanzi Daxian incarnates heaven and earth, the law of evolution, a giant tree that reaches the sky appears behind him.

This big tree almost covers this side of the world, going up to the nine heavens, rooting into the underworld, and reaching the sky and the ground.

The vast and infinite mana surged out of Zhenyuanzi Daxian's body.

No one could imagine how powerful Zhenyuanzi Daxian, who had been cultivated for millions of years, was.

That terrifying mana is like turning into a river of time, rolling toward the sky.

In the face of the attacks of the three quasi-sages, Wutian remained motionless, with his hands on his back, without even twitching his eyelids.

Chapter 926 Wang Feng returns, vs Wutian

The power of the three quasi-saint-level powerhouses is terrifying.

Hundreds of thousands of kilometers were all affected, the void collapsed, and the surging vitality and immortal energy, like a vast and endless river of time, swept into the sky.

The terrifying sky changes are constantly changing.

Thunder, storms, showers, frost, and spatial turbulence emerged one after another.

Anything that enters the range of these terrifying powers is completely swallowed up, and nothing can survive, including space!

"The mana is not bad, but unfortunately, you will not understand the gap between the quasi-sage and the saint!"

"Mana is irreparable!"

No way.

The voice was very light, but it was enough to spread throughout the three realms, ascending into the Nine Heavens and descending into the Underworld.

There was a hint of contempt in his tone, the kind of contempt from a high-ranking person who looked down on all beings and ants.

That's right!

The power displayed by the three quasi-sanctuaries, in front of Wutian, is not bad!

That's all!

The difference between a saint and a quasi-sage is one word, but the gap in realm is a huge difference!

Wutian stretched out a hand, and in the void, endless energy formed a black hole, and the endless power was directly inhaled by the black hole, and there was nothing left.

Sun Wukong's law power, Yang Jian's law power, and Zhenyuanzi Daxian's law power were all absorbed and could not cause any damage to him at all.

Bang!

The empty void suddenly erupted with infinite power, bombarding the three of Sun Wukong.

The stick figure of Qingtian disappeared, and the three-pointed two-edged knife all over the sky was directly knocked out, and the giant tree behind Zhenyuanzi Daxian directly shattered into law fragments and dissipated in the sky and the earth. between.

Bang bang bang!

The three figures flew tens of thousands of miles away together.

Everything that passed by was completely shaken, and flames were burning in the void.

That is the speed beyond the limit, causing the air to burn.

The armor and fairy clothes on the three of them were cracked one after another.

Wutian's figure shuttled through the torrent of space, and soon appeared on top of a big mountain that the three of them collided with.

"How, now you know the gap with this seat!"

"The strength of the saint is completely beyond your imagination."

"There are ants under the saints. It is the rule of the avenue, and no one can change it."

"To oppose this seat, with your strength, it is far from enough!"

The breath of Wutian's body is completely integrated with the heavenly way of the whole body, and the breath is almost non-existent, but the power that erupts is far from three people can fight against.

The power of a saint is to entrust the primordial spirit to the existence of the void.

Primordial spirit is immortal, saints are immortal!