King of the Fairy City

The light of magic weapons and spells rushed up to the sky, the void was constantly shattering, the light of the divine sun in the sky had been completely covered, and endless void turbulence surged out, large pieces of flowing light were scattered like light rain, and tens of thousands of mountains on the ground below were like fairy flowers blooming and bursting, the ground cracked and the sky collapsed.

Faced with such a horrible scene, countless mortals in Zhongzhou had already turned pale and looked sluggish. They all trembled and prostrated themselves on the ground, bowed their heads, and were extremely terrified.

In a mortal's life, especially in the current world, the seal had just been broken not long ago, and he had never seen the means of "immortals", let alone such a devastating death.

That was an immortal, but he withered and died like a flower in the wind, which was terrifying.

At this time, not only the mortals were afraid, but also countless cultivators from various forces felt a chill in their bones. This was just the wall of the Imperial Palace, but the major forces were unable to break through it for a while, and so many strong men died. The defense of this palace was really terrible.

Especially the dozens of Dao instruments on the city gate, the spiritual pressure fluctuations and law aura emitted were terrifying, the infinite light pierced through like a divine arrow, and slashed like a flying sword, destroying withering and decaying, unmatched, warships were swept down one by one, and countless lives died.

"Retreat! All those below the Refining Void Stage retreat!"

The top cultivators of the Immortal City Alliance, such as Linghu Zunzuo and Chu Tianyuan, saw that they could not take it down for a long time, but their own venerables kept falling, and they were heartbroken. They immediately shouted loudly through voice transmission.

This wall was originally nothing, just a strong enough defense.

But it was different after the smelting of these dozens of Dao instruments. With the lethality of Dao instruments, the Divine Transformation cultivators could not easily resist it, and recklessly going up would only be to die.

After hearing the words of the top monks of the alliance, the leaders of other forces also issued orders, not to let the venerables make unnecessary sacrifices.

Many venerables, flying warships, and flying main cities immediately retreated and did not dare to approach, leaving a large area with dozens of sparse figures standing.

All parties stopped attacking, and the city wall also withdrew its power, and the light dimmed a little, but the puppets still stood on the city wall, motionless as a mountain, without any breath of life, like sculptures.

"Everyone, tell me how to deal with these dozen great instruments."

Linghu Zunzu said with a gloomy face.

The Immortal City Alliance had already suffered a heavy blow, and now it was seriously damaged, which really made people look unhappy.

"Simple, there are fifteen instruments of this great way, three each for the four tribes and Kunpeng Divine Sect. Although the human race and the spirit race are divided into two parts, these have nothing to do with us. It is also difficult for my ghost tribe and the demon tribe to distribute them. These parties can discuss them by themselves, but there is one thing that cannot be changed, that is... Kunpeng Divine Sect must choose last."

In the direction of the ghost tribe, the Immortal Luo Ghost King spoke softly, with thick eye makeup and a strange aura. Beside him was a ten-foot-tall crocodile-headed ghost god with a human body and a dark swamp crocodile god.

"Why should my Divine Sect choose last?"

The clear voice came from nowhere. As soon as the voice fell, a woman in a white dress in a snow-white palace flew out from a flying warship. She had a graceful and slender body, snow-white skin, and a small snow-white gourd wrapped around her long black hair.

"It's her!"

The cultivators who had entered the Blood God Palace at the beginning were all shocked. After carefully investigating the woman's cultivation, they couldn't help but be shocked again. They felt that she was unfathomable!

Ye Mo, who had already retreated far away, stood on the wall of Daoyan's main city. His eyes fixed and his heart was shocked. He recognized at a glance that this woman was the real leader of the Kunpeng Divine Sect team that went to the Blood God Palace. He didn't expect that she would appear today.

At the same time, he also noticed the unfathomable cultivation of this woman, and his heart was slightly trembling.

"This is the Imperial Dao Palace. You Kunpeng Divine Sect should know it best. Naturally, you can't choose it first, otherwise how can we feel at ease?"

The Immortal Luo Ghost King took a look at the woman in the snow-colored palace dress, and an unprecedented sense of crisis surged in his heart, and he immediately felt like he was facing a great enemy.

"These are all great instruments, there is no difference, unless there are living beings who can control them. Although the Divine Sect has some understanding of the Imperial Palace, you also have a great advantage. Strictly speaking, our advantages are comparable. There is no reason for my Divine Sect to obey your decision. You should know that I can let you come to the Imperial Palace to seek fortune and not refuse you. This is already a broad mind of the Divine Sect. Don't be ignorant of the advance and retreat."

"If you still don't know what's good for you, then let's break up. No one should enter the Imperial Palace first. Let's have a fight here first."

The snow-colored palace dress looked calm and unquestionable.

"You want to say that our advantage is that we have a large number of people? Ridiculous, why bother to bring up this advantage? In addition, can you represent the high-level of Kunpeng Divine Sect? If not, you should go back and ask the ministers for instructions."

The Fairy Luo Ghost King sneered.

The woman in the snow-colored palace dress smiled calmly and said nothing.

At this time, the four chiefs of the four divisions said in unison on their flying battleships: "She can represent the entire Shenzong."

When these words came out, the four clans were in an uproar, and everyone showed incredible expressions.

Although this woman's cultivation is unfathomable, her strength does not mean that she can have absolute power and status. Now the words of the four chiefs have established her important status and power.

The various forces were talking about it, and they were all guessing the identity of this woman. They didn't know what kind of amazing identity she had that could make the four chiefs speak at the same time and claim that she could represent the entire Shenzong.

The Immortal Luo Ghost King frowned, looked at the ghost kings, and then communicated with them, nodded, and looked at the top leaders of other forces.

Ye Mo looked at this scene, thinking.

Although Kunpeng Divine Sect seems to be superior to other forces in the world in many aspects, there are also many aspects that are no different from this world. One of them is the scarcity of female cultivators.

Especially female cultivators with great supernatural powers at a high level are even rarer.

The three emperors and three kings, the top figures, are all men, and the female friend is a martial god. Even if we count the kings below, the majority of the kings are men.

However, this woman in palace dress has a high level of cultivation and is affirmed by the four major ministers at the same time. This is definitely not something that can be achieved by a high level of cultivation. Her identity must be extremely prominent in Kunpeng Divine Sect.

Among the kings and their descendants, Ye Mo only found the Ice King and the Secret King in his mind. Of course, Ye Mo has never seen the Secret King, but the Secret King's successor Zhixiang Xuan is a woman. It doesn't seem strange if her master is a woman.

This is just a guess, but Ye Mo really can't find any other possibilities.

Just thinking about it, Ye Mo raised his head slightly and found that the woman was looking at him with a smile, and the smile was meaningful.

Ye Mo was not willing to be outdone, and also looked at the palace-dressed woman, with a hint of provocation in his eyes... He almost killed her clone in the Blood God Palace.

At this moment, the results of the discussion among the various forces came out.

The Ice Emperor Pavilion Master, the Ice Emperor Spirit Master, was crystal clear, with cold mist lingering around him, like an ice sculpture, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, extraordinary and graceful. Under his feet was a ten-foot-square black ice spiritual throne, supporting his graceful and beautiful body. His cherry lips were slightly parted, and his voice was cold and ethereal: "Since you don't want to, then you can choose first."

"Okay."

The snow-colored palace-dressed woman had no strange expression on her face, and casually pointed to three Dao magic tools inlaid on the city gate, namely a war halberd, a magic seal, and a willow branch.

"In addition to these three, you can choose three others."

At this time, the Ice Emperor Spirit Master said lightly.

"What do you mean? Do you think my Divine Sect is easy to bully?"

The beautiful eyes of the woman in the snow-colored palace dress turned cold, and the snow-white gourd between the hairline on the side of her head suddenly exuded an incredible chill.

"It's meaningless. As you said, at most we'll have a fight here."

The Ice Emperor Spirit Master's icy body trembled slightly, and a devastating cold air also burst out, crashing into the four fields. In an instant, snowflakes flew all over the sky, and the weather changed instantly.

The face of the woman in the snow-colored palace dress suddenly turned cold. After a moment of hesitation, she turned her head to look at the flying battleship where the four ministers were, and then snorted coldly, pointing to the three Dao magic tools again.

This time, the major forces did not shamelessly regret it, and the three Dao magic tools that the woman in the snow-colored palace dress pointed to for the first time were divided among the opponents of the Spirit Clan according to the arrangements of all parties.

Soon, the Dao magic tools on the city wall all had opponents, and all forces were eager to take action. The top masters of the Refining Void Stage gathered in the nine heavens, and the wind and clouds danced wildly.

The spiritual race used seals, halberds, and willow branches as the tools, the human race used spears, divine arrows, and flying swords as the tools, the Kunpeng Divine Sect used stone axes, silver bracelets, and magic plates as the tools, the demon race used stone tripods, golden gates, and heavenly maps as the tools, and finally the ghost race used wheels, yellow mud towers, and chessboards.

The strong attack was imminent, and the cultivators of the various forces mobilized their abilities and displayed their supreme magical powers.

"Boom!"

In an instant, half of the sky collapsed and collapsed. The chaotic and mixed energy turbulence was like a storm hitting the shore, directly destroying half of the sky. The scene was extremely terrifying, and the whole world was shaking, as if the divine sun was sinking and the galaxy was rolling back.

At this moment, even with the power of the Imperial Palace, it was rumbled and the city walls shook.

"Swish!"

After being attacked fiercely, the fifteen instruments on the city gate sensed the danger and launched a counterattack. Dazzling rays of light crossed the sky, like a rainbow piercing the sun, confronting the magical powers of many cultivators.

"Buzz!"

The stone tripod had three legs and two ears, was extremely simple, and was gray in color. It shook violently, shaking off thousands of silk threads, flowing with colorful light, and turned into a murderous divine cloud that swept across, collapsing a large area of ​​the void on the spot.

The magic disk was completely composed of black and red, like a large stone mill covering the sky and the earth, flowing with waves of terrifying and strange auras. With a grinding motion, the surging momentum spread and spread, and the ground below suddenly shook violently, and hundreds of huge mountains were instantly reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

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The major forces were not weak at all. Chu Tianyuan, the leader of the Tiandao Sect, personally took action. The whisk in his hand swelled up in the wind, turning into three thousand silver dragons that soared into the sky. He roared and attacked, and the flying sword with a surging spiritual light was hit by sparks and flew back.

The fairy flower of the Muling clan, whose petals were like broken stars, took root on the mudstone platform, swaying gently in the wind, with a calm and light posture. However, it suddenly shook, and the petals exuded infinite murderous intent, and thousands of cold rays rushed up to the sky. A sea of ​​sword energy rolled back to the sky, facing the dazzling willow branches.

The most terrifying thing was the woman in the snow-colored palace dress of the Kunpeng Divine Sect, who was actually facing the three great Dao magic weapons alone.

She gently took off the white gourd from her hairline and threw it out, but the gourd did not fall, but rushed up a distance, hanging in the void, spewing out a terrible cold air with white and blue, freezing the magic plate, making it difficult to grind.

Then, the snow-white, crystal-clear hand opened, and a black stick appeared immediately. The magic stick flew out of her hand and collided with the silver bracelet, making a clanging sound like a loud bell, which was so deafening that some creatures far away felt dizzy.

Finally, the woman's delicate body flew up, like a phoenix fighting against the sky, her palms and fingers were like knives, and she hit the stone axe with an ancient aura.

Zhongzhou is boiling.