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The sky domain was occupied by two groups of people, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

The Chinese monks were in a state of anxiety, and even the leading powerful ones were worried.

Five transformed gods.

Those are the five most powerful beings in the world! What are their chances of winning?

"Something bad has happened!" Lu Ning regretted it. Is it too late to run away now?

I only heard that someone from Liuxue Sect was coming, but I didn't expect so many pastry chefs to come.

They are all hundreds of years old and few of them are willing to risk their lives. They said they would fight to the death with Liuxue Sect, but when they got close, they were a little hesitant.

"Don't lose your composure."

As the head of Shennong, Luo Yun naturally thinks more long-term than him.

"Since Sect Master Wang has gathered everyone, he must be able to handle it."

He didn't think that someone as smart as Wang Xiaoke would be so stubborn as to come and die.

Without any trump cards hidden, how dare you lead the strong men to attack the enemy's lair?

Ji Wuchang raised his right hand and placed a fish-scale bow in front of his chest.

Knowing that there is no way out, rather than being held accountable later, it is better to follow Wang Xiaoke. Perhaps the family will have a way out.

"God damn it." Wang Xiaoke shook his head: "A bunch of stray dogs."

As he spoke, he looked towards the elders of Liuxue Sect, raised his eyebrows slightly, and met the gaze of one of them.

"We meet again. I said that if we meet again next time, I will kill you."

Guan Ping was a little surprised. When he met those jade-carved eyes, his Nascent Soul body felt a chill and he subconsciously felt afraid.

"Seal the demon!"

Wang Xiaoke placed two fingers on his chest, and the Golden Crow suddenly split into thousands of sword shadows.

Countless sword shadows gathered together, almost forming a long river of sword energy.

"go with!"

Guan Ping's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly took out a large black ruler, slammed it down with one hand using martial arts, and smashed it towards the river of sword energy with the phantom image of thousands of mountains.

There was only a loud bang.

The vision brought by the ink ruler was shattered, and Guan Ping was shocked and vomited blood.

Being in the middle stage of Yuanying, he couldn't even withstand a single attack from Wang Xiaoke...

"combine!"

Wang Xiaoke spoke lightly, and the long river of sword energy condensed into a towering giant sword.

The terrifying sword force stirred people's hearts, as if it could cut everything into pieces.

Guan Ping wiped the blood from the side of his lips, and the hand holding the ruler trembled slightly.

Locked by the sword force, he smelled the breath of death.

The Demon-Sealing Sword Move directly killed Guan Ping, and Lan Tu stood in the middle at the critical moment.

He slapped the sword with one hand, and the Dao in his palm swept over like the Yellow Springs Swamp churning, and the surroundings were suddenly filled with the air of decay and ruin.

The sword energy slashed at the poisonous swamp, but failed to penetrate it. Instead, it was swallowed up silently like a drop in the ocean.

Lan Tu stood in the poisonous swamp and smiled calmly: "Even if your talent is close to that of a demon, you would not dare to cross us and kill us."

"Little brat, you're too arrogant. I'm curious about where your inheritance came from. Hand it over now, and I can make the decision to give you a quick death."

Not long ago, Yunpeng returned to the clan and specifically mentioned Wang Xiaoke's deeds. It was too miraculous that he could create an infant platform at the age of 20.

In the back, the Chinese monks fell silent, staring at the back of the young man in white.

"Give you the inheritance?" Wang Xiaoke grinned: "Don't even mention you, old dog. Even if your sect leader comes, he has no right to take my inheritance."

His master is the Immortal Emperor Burial of Heaven mentioned by Xiao Zi.

The inheritance comes from the Chaos Demon Emperor, and the martial arts he learned, the Chaos Rongtian Jue, is an emperor-level martial arts.

This guy wants to inherit the Immortal Emperor's legacy, but he can only dream...

Wang Xiaoke called back Jinwu: "Stop talking nonsense! Where is my sister? If she loses even a hair, you won't have a good life!"

Lan Tu laughed loudly, not taking his threat seriously at all.

"That girl is a good cauldron, but I don't know how long she can last~"

boom!

Wang Xiaoke's breath surged, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the sword bulged.

"Old guy, you're looking for death!"

He took a step forward and swept his sword. The long cries of dragons and phoenixes were heard in the void, and the dragon and phoenix sword intent surged out.

Lan Tu released half of his aura, clenched his five fingers into a fist and smashed towards the oncoming sword energy.

Ye Xiao was thin and waved forward with a smile on his face.

Several elders and deacons had cold glints in their eyes as they summoned their spiritual weapons together.

"kill!"

More than a hundred monks responded with angry shouts and rushed out like a group of tigers descending the mountain.

"Fight for the people and for our homeland!"

Nangong Chi drew his broadsword, and his domineering words echoed among the peaks for a long time.

"war!"

Many independent cultivators, various sects, and high-ranking officials of the two royal families stepped onto the battlefield together.

Bai Ming held a sword in his hand, his thin lips revealing murderous intent. His aura was like a blizzard sweeping through the air, and ice crystals formed in the void within a radius of ten feet.

His eyes locked onto an elder, and he slashed at him in an instant with the sword and white frost.

Luo Yun clasped his hands together, and a bright mirror about an inch in size emerged from his palms and hung above his head.

The Shennong Mirror appeared, and he silently recited the magic formula. The mirror body expanded rapidly, and a terrifying golden light surged out from the mirror.

A Jindan deacon was unable to dodge and his body was pierced by the mirror light.

There was a bloody hole in the chest, and the internal organs were clearly visible!

"Let me play with you." The middle-aged elder slapped out three fire dragons.

Luo Yun frowned and waved his hand, and the fire dragon was swallowed into the mirror.

Then he rushed towards the Nascent Soul Elder at an even faster speed.

"Use my own power to attack me?" The elder of Liuxue Sect was a little surprised. What a strange magic weapon.

"Ha~"

On the other side, Qian Fugui looked around with a smile.

"This kind of battle hasn't happened in thousands of years. We can be considered witnesses of history. It's true that heroes emerge from youth, and true dragons leap from shallow pools."

Li Jinjiu pursed his lips coldly, his whole body emitting a long-lost fighting spirit.

My blood is boiling, a feeling I haven't felt in many years.

"Zhu Qing, I have sealed my sword until now, this time I will take you to a thrilling battle!"

Suddenly, the small sword at the waist shone brightly and flew out of the body.

"Om~"

In an instant, the small sword suddenly grew a hundred times larger. The simple sword body exuded a throat-strangling chill and landed steadily in his palm.

Li Jinjiu smiled up to the sky and leaped towards a powerful Yuanying.

"Tsk!" Qian Fugui shook his head and smiled bitterly. He is really a man of temperament.

He is not that warlike, so it is better for him to stay low and kill some small fry.

Thinking of this, he looked around and happened to catch a glimpse of a Jindan deacon.

Fighting against the Golden Core Realm in the early Nascent Soul stage shouldn't be considered a bully, right?

"I'm going to give it my all, let's do it!" Lu Ning didn't care about anything else.

With a flick of his robe, a swarm of poisonous insects flew out like an approaching army.

The Xiao family members on the side did not fight desperately, but instead found some weak ones and beat them while retreating.

They slowly moved away from the center of the battlefield, and no one noticed them at all.

The field was suddenly filled with roars, and the sounds of fighting could be heard within a hundred miles.

Various spiritual weapons and magical weapons were exchanged, and the aftermath caused the void to tremble, the mountains to shake, and the grass and trees to be destroyed.

While attacking Lan Tu, Wang Xiaoke used his spiritual sense to monitor the battle situation.

Except for the semi-sage level, Chinese cultivators are no worse than those of Liuxue Sect.

The only ones you need to be wary of are the four elders in the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Han Daoren wanted to intervene, but was suddenly stopped by two gods.

They looked at each other in silence, and the aura of the three semi-masters was released in an instant. The sky and the earth changed color, and the sea of ​​clouds surged. The nearby cultivators noticed it and hurried away.

Han Daoren swung his whisk, and a huge golden mountain appeared behind him. The mountain was covered with spiritual patterns, and it was extremely thick and heavy, giving off a very oppressive feeling.

"Venerable Huaxia, let me test your depth."

The fifth elder of the Elders' Pavilion, Venerable Gu Zhen, walked with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the golden mountain that blocked out the sky, he raised his eyes and pointed a finger.

In an instant, the void was boiling violently, and endless Taoist rhyme filled the air, accompanied by rumbling thunder in the sky.

A giant finger of heaven and earth suddenly pointed out, shattering the void and sending violent winds and thunder crashing down.

The collision of the two magical powers was like two islands colliding with each other.

The aftermath spread over an area of ​​ten miles, bursting into vast waves.

A muffled groan was heard, and Han Daoren took several steps back.

On the other hand, Venerable Gu Zhen of Liuxue Sect stood still in the same place.

"Haha, you're not strong enough, and you're just getting started with the principles. You just achieved the Divine Transformation not long ago, right?"

Venerable Gu Zhen smiled and said, "You have practiced hard until now, so you should cherish your life. You can't defeat the two of us, so why fight to the death?"

Han Daoren couldn't help but laugh. He had been tempering his Taoist heart for eight hundred years, and it was thanks to Wang Xiaoke's help that his lifespan was extended.

So what if he fights two masters alone? He just wants to have a clear conscience!