Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

In a flash.

Ye Feng's figure took the lead, falling like a meteor.

However, no one found that at the moment when Ye Feng led the team to jump down, there was an extremely weak star in their team, which was quietly attached to the last disciple of the astrology as if an invisible force.

Then the faint starlight drifted around in the violent yuan force, and finally fell on the corner of Ye Feng's robe as if unintentionally.

No one noticed all this.

Even the great masters like Wang Po didn't care at all, and after a few breaths, Ye Feng had led a group of virtual martial artists to approach the Tianji hall quickly.

"Host, what shall we do?"

The monks in benlei temple were stunned at first, and one of them asked in a deep voice.

"What should I do? Tianji hall is our ally of benlei temple. Even qianniao Zhai has gone to rescue. Are you still here?"

Monk Purdue's long eyebrow shook and his face flashed anger.

With his eyesight, he can naturally see the unusual of Ye Feng at a glance.

If these unworthy disciples want half the ability of the young man just now, benlei temple will burn high incense. They just don't know what kind of way the young man is. He is clearly not a disciple of the qianniao Zhai sect of the astrological view, but in the eyes of Wang Po and Duan Tianming, he is more valued than the most elite genius of the two sects?

This has never happened before.

Among the seven holy places, generally, the gifted disciples of one sect will be regarded as treasures only by their own family. If they are placed in other sects, they will only give certain etiquette at most. It is certainly impossible to treat them as their own.

Moreover, the friendship between qianniazhai and xingxiangguan can only be said to be more harmonious. The talented disciples of qianniazhai cannot be supported by the martial arts practitioners of Xingxiang temple, and vice versa.

But what I saw today was beyond the expectation of Purdue monk. There was such a young man who was loved by all the virtual world disciples of the two families at the same time, which simply subverted common sense.

Monk Purdue shook his head slightly, and a bitter smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

The world... May have changed quietly. It's time for a peerless figure to appear in the seven holy places and lead the next generation to work together against the demon sect

He gradually withdrew his thoughts.

"Pa, PA..."

The old devil of Yang soul clapped his palm.

"Wang Po, Duan Tianming, Pudu old monk, there are really you. I didn't expect you to break through our demon sect's painstaking plan to intercept and kill. It's really amazing to have the name of the holy land."

He seemed genial and said to Wang Po, as if they were friends they had not seen for many years. Unfortunately, the cold killing machine released from the eyes of Yang soul broke the geniality.

"The magic yuan sect has made a deep abacus this time... The destruction of the branches of the magic sect, such as the Moon Magic sect, the soul loss palace and the soul yuan blood hall, is more happy for you than our right path... Unfortunately, everything can't be as you want!

Today, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you... See the real move under the tip of the gun! "

The cold looking Wang Po looked at the soul devouring two old men and snorted heavily in his nostrils.

He also understood that these people had not started for a long time, but talked to them. They were probably delaying time to recover the energy consumed in the war with Mo Lin, or brewing a bigger conspiracy.

How can we give them this opportunity.

"Boom!"

Kill decisively.

In an instant, a thunderous roar rang out from Wang Po's silver long gun. The sky breaking gun with fierce artistic conception had been shot out and took the lead in attacking several demon kings.

In terms of actual combat power, in addition to the comatose Mo Lin, the strongest combat power in the field is Wang Po. Even in the face of the soul eating two old men at the same time, Wang Po can't have a trace of fear in his heart. In an instant, linglie's attack was like thunder flying, with layers of gun shadow.

"Damn it!"

"Wang Po, I'm really afraid of you!"

How can the Yang soul old devil, who is so provoked by Wang Po and has a hot temper, resist it?

In the face of Wang Po's furious attack, a burst of black light flashed in his hand, and the black fog filled the sky again, even obscured the rising sun, and a cold breath broke out in all directions.

The ghost on his side was also not idle. He pinched the magic formula in his hand, but a milky white light flew in his hand, like milk invading the black fog.

"Black and white magic Sutra, the devil's soul devours the sky!"

Two hoarse shouts sounded from the soul devouring two old men.

For a time, two clusters of light, one black and one white, emerged on the two people, just like two black-and-white fish, intertwined with each other, connected head to tail, forming a Tai Chi pattern, and began to frantically absorb the surrounding heaven and earth yuan force and all energy, showing a powerful and incomparable amount of phagocytosis.

The thunder spears released by Wang Po were swallowed up by the black-and-white vortex, and even the silver white spear in his hand was uncontrolled and pulled by great force.

As a result, Wang Po's powerful offensive comparable to that in the middle of the king's territory dissipated in an instant. On the contrary, he couldn't even grasp his weapons.

As soon as his face changed, he tried his best to drive Yuan Li and competed with the black-and-white Tai Chi pattern.

The two are deadlocked for a moment, and no one can do anything about each other.

"Purdue, if you don't do it yet, when will you stay?"

With a loud drink at dawn, the yuan force suddenly broke out. The green Luan spirit bird also circled on the sky, and its clear cry rang through the world.

One man and one beast killed the past at the same time.

Hearing Duan Tianming's drink, Pudu Leng snorted. At this moment, he no longer hesitated. In his hand, there was an extra blue and purple Zen staff.

On this Buddhist staff, there is a crystal clear ancient relic inlaid. In it, a trace of pure blue and purple energy like a thunder snake meanders around, and those filaments of gas like a thunder snake contain unimaginable violent power.

This is the holy weapon of benlei temple, the unique spiritual weapon of the earth level: Tianlei Yin.

Tens of thousands of years ago, an eminent monk in benlei temple, whose accomplishments were close to the realm of saints, found a purple thunder pearl that could communicate and guide the great power of the magical world such as lightning in a piece of ruins. However, the energy contained in the pearl is too violent to be easily controlled by Wang Jingwu. After a hundred years of honing, the eminent monk used the Tianlei pearl to refine the "Tianlei Yin" Buddhist staff, a unique spiritual tool at the ground level, which reduces the use demand.

This object has always been known as one of the sacred artifacts of benlei temple. Unexpectedly, it was brought out by Purdue monk this time.

"Sky thunder, thunderstorm!"

With a wave of the Zen staff, in the sound of no emotional fluctuation in Purdue, a purple thunder light suddenly flickered. Then, a startling thunder suddenly sounded out of thin air in this space. There were dense blue and purple thunder, like thunder snakes surging, winding through the surrounding thunder clouds.

The terrible smell of the outbreak of natural disasters made the second-class demon sect King's scalp explode and his eyes flash with horror.

Now they just know why the powerful Xuanyin sect team was easily defeated by benlei temple,

With this thunderbolt Zen staff, even if there is only one person left in the benlei temple, the general branch forces of the devil sect in the Forbidden City may not be the opponent of Purdue.

The power of heaven and earth is vast and inexplicable. Can they resist it?

To be able to resist the great power of heaven and earth, at least we need to reach the supreme realm of saints