Honghuang: I, Haotian!Create a mythical heaven

Almost in an instant, he was beaten and flew out, vomiting blood.

The clothes on his body exploded, revealing a pair of green gold armor.

At that time, before leaving, the magic weapon bestowed by Yuanshi Tianzun has now preserved the body of Daoist Yuding.

Even so, under Wu Yunxian's blow, the green gold armor's dao rhyme was dim and full of cracks, as if it would explode at any time. "go to hell!"

Daoist Yuding stared at Immortal Wu Yun and roared angrily.

Then there was the rising of boundless sword energy.

It was born with a long sword, filled with rich saint's law, and seemed to have the breath of heaven.

This is one of the many magic weapons of Yuanshi Tianzun. The law of the saint has been cultivated for many years. Even if the saint is not personally motivated, the strong law of the saint on the sword is enough to kill all the existence under the saint! .

Chapter 291 Ran Deng and the Twelve Golden Immortals Strike Together!

hum!

The sound of the sword resounded across the East China Sea.

Just the moment it appeared, there was boundless sword energy spreading, sweeping away in all directions.

With the long sword as a line, the vast East China Sea was split into two halves in an instant!

The strong sword energy seemed to materialize, and the bright and blazing chains of order between heaven and earth manifested, and then were cut off by the strong sword energy.

There are no rules, no order, even the ground, water, wind and fire are fleeing...

It has extremely terrifying power!

Behind the long sword, there is a stalwart figure manifesting.

The light and fog are hazy, unreal, between nothingness and reality.

Just the moment it appeared, it seemed as if the sky was pierced, the ground was crushed, and the void collapsed with random movements, the universe rotated, and the big world was disillusioned...

This is a phantom of a saint!

Explaining the fear in the hearts of the people, how could they not know the origin of this sword, which is a magic weapon bestowed by Yuanshi Tianzun.

He has been nourished by him for many years with the law of a saint, and now he has directly condensed a phantom of a saint.

It was as if a saint was holding a sword, wanting to cut off the heavens with one sword!

"As soon as this sword is released, the general situation is set!"

Taoist Ran Deng spoke calmly, with great confidence in his heart.

This is a phantom of a sage of heaven.

All saints are ants, even if they get closer to a saint, they will still be annihilated by a single thought of the saint, and there will be no vitality.

Even if it's just a phantom, it has more terrifying power.

It is not something that any Holy Spirit can bear under a saint!

No matter how strong this white-clothed man is now, he will never be able to resist.

Smiles appeared on the faces of the other twelve golden fairies, calm and calm.

"Today, with the blood of the intercepted disciples, Jin'ao Island will be smashed!"

Daoist Taiyi spoke.

Full of killing intent.

At the Dao Discussion Conference, the elucidation and teaching failed miserably, and he and Master Yuding were directly crushed.

For so many years, this has always been a thorn in his heart.

Later, Chanjiao was ransacked and reprimanded by Jiejiao disciples.

Many crimes have already made him hate this sect so much!

Today is the time for the Jiejiao disciples to pay their due price!

But in front of the long sword, Wu Yunxian looked indifferent, neither sad nor happy, and did not show any emotion.

He was dressed in white without a speck of dust, unearthly and refined, with a strong fairy spirit lingering, turning into mist, lingering around his body, making his figure even more dreamlike and illusory.

He stepped into the void, with a moment of elegance and a peerless posture, like a saint was born!

Even in front of the phantom of the saint, there is no fear.

With unmatched belief!

As the long sword stabbed, Wu Yunxian just raised his left hand indifferently.

Clang!

The sword of the saint broke under Wu Yunxian's two fingers, and the Tao disappeared like smoke, turned into dazzling light, and disappeared into the void.

"A phantom, dare to be rampant without coming from the real body? 々!"

The huge voice swept across the East China Sea, rolling up layers of sound waves.

Even the phantom of the saint was shattered!

Wu Yunxian had countless opportunities in the heavenly court, and was nourished by the primordial purple temperature. If it weren't for the restriction of the heavens in the prehistoric world, he would have already had the power to prove the status of a saint.

Today, although he has not been certified as a saint, he still surpasses the quasi-sage realm a lot.

"Even the phantom of the saint was directly dismissed?!"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Just one word.

What kind of terrifying strength is this? !

"This person is too strong, let's fight together, don't show any mercy!"

Taoist Ran Deng looked dignified.

They came here to test, but they didn't even enter Jin'ao Island. They were frightened by one person, Taoist Burning Lamp and the Twelve Golden Immortals.

If they retreat just like that, not only them, but also the entire face of explaining education will be thrown away by them!

Of course, he is not reckless, and it is not without any intention to make a move now.

When they came, they got many treasures from Yuanshi Tianzun.

Not three hundred, but one hundred.

Since one can be broken, so what if it is ten or a hundred? !

Even if they are not saints, they are enough to condense a blow of a real saint!

At this moment, a more terrifying battle began.

This time, there were three quasi-sages and nine Daluo Jinxians, and they all came to suppress Wuyunxian together.

There are also many magic weapons bestowed by Yuanshi Tianzun.

Soldiers of twelve saints!

Thousands of strands, all kinds of fairy light formed and intersected, turned into a piece of fairy copper and fell down.

This is the trump card transformed by the soldiers of the twelve saints, competing with the heaven and the earth for good fortune, competing with the sun and the moon for brilliance, peace and killing go hand in hand.

"Infinite light, immeasurable calamity, immeasurable energy, eternal suppression!"

There is a more powerful voice emerging from somewhere.

The phantom of the saint who had just dissipated solidified again, and it was very different from the beginning. This time the phantom was extremely solid, as if it was about to materialize, manifesting the demeanor of a saint.

Let the saint really come!

Those words resounded through the sky and the earth, rumbling and roaring, and I don't know how many thousands of miles it has been spread.

The void in front is collapsing, chaotic light looms, and a small world is split out, and there is an extra aura to open the sky here.

This is an extremely powerful attack, the heavenly general Ruicai, the earth's divine lotus, and all kinds of light gather to form a divine sea.

Everyone in Chanjiao fell down and was not attacked, but they were under the pressure from the sky, and the world seemed to be destroyed.

Wu Yunxian swiped his hands, time seemed to stand still for him, his white hair fluttered, his eyes were determined, unmoved, he drew the path of the Tao.

He is evolving the Holy Law of Fighting!

This method is known as the number one attack in the past 5000 years in the other world, and this time it will shine in the prehistoric world!

boom!

The sky and the earth collapsed, and a crimson blood-like furnace appeared, which was sacred and vast, filling the sky, engraved with ancient patterns such as divine birds and the sun.

The haze is like blood, blooming gorgeously, and the magic (of Li's) by the sacred furnace is intertwined, and the roar of the heavens is roaring, suppressing and unstoppable.

".〃What?! Is this a congenital treasure? And!"

The Twelve Golden Immortals were horrified, their hair stood on end, and they felt a sense of powerlessness. They couldn't resist, and they kept sinking under the pressure.

Even the magic weapon they sacrificed with their joint efforts is also ups and downs in this rich Tao, and it is about to explode.

After all, this is just a phantom of a saint. The power of a saint is so pitiful that it can't even compare to the incarnation of a saint.

"No, this is not an innate treasure, but his evolution with supernatural powers!"

Taoist Ran Deng lived for a long time to recognize the formation of this magic weapon.

Even so, it still shocked everyone, and this kind of attack method was too shocking, making people feel powerless and unable to resist. "We still have a chance!"

Burning the lamp and shouting, he sacrificed more soldiers of the saints, and he wanted to completely destroy this weird sacred furnace!

He wants to condense a real saint strike! .

Chapter 292 Play a God's Prelude and Send Fellow Daoists to Reincarnation!

Taoist Ran Deng frantically threw out the magic weapon.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao did not lag behind, and sacrificed all the magic weapons bestowed by Yuanshi Tianzun at the beginning.

hum!

The sky and the earth roared.

Above the East China Sea, there are huge waves rolling up, almost submerging the Nine Heavens!

Under the waves, stood an even bigger figure.

Different from the hazy light and mist before, this moment is extremely solid, and even the appearance of the phantom can be clearly seen.

It was a middle-aged man with a handsome face, a strong body, and the courage to swallow the world. His white hair was parted in the middle, and the brows seemed to be arrogant.

It is Yuanshi Tianzun impressively!

This is his phantom, the endless saint soldiers gathered together, condensing a trace of his power.

Spiritual energy from all directions swept in, gathering in this phantom like a whale swallowing an ocean.

He lacks spiritual support and is absorbing madly.

And on the sky, the blood-colored sacred furnace that Wu Yunxian evolved with the sacred method of fighting is blooming with infinite light, surrounded by red clouds, infinite gods, and the roar of the avenue is endless.

Taoist Ran Deng and the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao bent their waists and knees. They couldn't bear the power of the gods, and it was useless to fight together. Every bone in their bodies was ringing, about to explode.

There is a vast expanse between the heaven and the earth, and there are lights and laws everywhere. A red god like blood stands upright, like a mountain, shining on the sky.

Everyone was overwhelmed, and Daoist Ran Deng 053 and the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao were invincible together. They were pressed down below, and they were about to kneel down, and their bodies would explode.

And at this moment, the phantom of the condensed saint moved.

Countless soldiers of the saints gathered together, and a trace of the power of the saints evolved, but this trace is enough!

After all, the saints are all ants.

No matter how powerful you are, you must submit to the saint!

Immediately, this boundless power turned into a beam of immeasurable light, a vast expanse of whiteness, like a galaxy hanging down. "Immortal for thousands of generations, indestructible for thousands of eons, boundless in Taoism, opening up the world!" It seems that the sound of the Dao resounds through the East China Sea.

This phantom of the saint is extremely powerful, as if he has gained real power from the infinite light, he is holding a huge ax and slashing down, trying to split the blood furnace in the void, as if he is opening the sky , the chaotic air rushed out.