My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

A battlefield was opened up in the sky, and the three gods took action at the same time.

Han Daoren fought against the two elders alone and used all his strength from the beginning.

His grasp and understanding of the laws were far inferior to those of the two. It was very difficult for him to hold back one person, let alone to attack them together.

After just a few moves, Han Daoren was suppressed by the two.

……

Nangong Chi raised his broad knife and cut the Tiansha leader in half.

Before the blood could splash onto his body, it was completely swallowed up by the dancing lightning arcs.

"You are almost dead, but you don't want to wait for your death, but you come here to seek death. I will grant your wish."

Another elder took the Qilin Step, and with every step, the pressure on Nangong Chi increased a bit, and the void was visibly distorted with the naked eye.

"It's not like I, the ancient ancestor Nangong, haven't killed anyone above the Nascent Soul stage before."

"If it weren't for the shackles of Heaven, how could you have the qualifications to speak so freely?"

Nangong Chi's blade was wrapped in lightning, and he looked at the skinny elder coldly.

Boom! !

A terrifying power pressed down, and a dragon-scale ice hammer smashed down, as if it could shatter the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, and the air was squeezed and exploded.

"Heaven-cutting Style!"

Nangong Chi rose up and slashed, and as soon as the hammer touched the body, his sleeves shattered and the broadsword made a sharp sound of metal clashing.

Nangong Chi's old face flushed red, and he frantically drew the power of his Nascent Soul from his body.

Thunderous sounds emanated from the blade, and silver snakes danced in a circle within a radius of ten feet.

Seeing this scene, the third elder snapped his fingers, and spiritual light shot out from his fingertips.

Nangong Chi's pupils suddenly shrank, and his body was trapped by the ice.

It was as if the blood flow had stopped, the whole body was wrapped in coldness, and the consciousness was affected and slowed down.

"Retreat!"

Nangong Chi roared and stepped on the air with his left foot, leaving a footprint in the air. The blood in his body boiled at this moment, and he resisted the ice hammer with all his might.

"boom!"

A piece of bone stick hit the hammer, and Nangong Chi's pressure suddenly eased.

"Old Chicken Man?"

Ji Heng looked solemn and slapped the bottom of the bone staff with his palm.

Then another palm print came, and Taoist Taixu spoke lightly.

"Go together."

The third elder recalled the spiritual weapon with a thought and looked at them with a hint of amusement.

He didn't even take the three dying peak Nascent Souls seriously.

As a legacy of a noble family, it would not be possible for it to appear unless it was in a critical moment.

For example, the ancestor of the Ji family is nearing the end of his lifespan. Every time he goes out for an activity, his blood and lifespan will be greatly reduced.

If Wang Xiaoke hadn't promised them a chance to become gods.

These old antiques wouldn't risk coming to the Kunlun Secret Realm.

Even if I die now, I will die on the way to find the great way!

Lan Tu and Wang Xiaoke fought, and it seemed that they were evenly matched.

Looking at the overall situation of the war, four of the five gods of Liuxue Sect died.

Except for Xiao Ye, everyone else was dragged away.

The other disciples and elders were increasingly suppressed by the Chinese cultivators.

In terms of middle and lower-level combat power, Wang Xiaoke has the advantage.

With more than a dozen Yuanyings being brought out, China has already exhausted all its resources.

Accompanied by roars and roars, blood splattered on the ground, spiritual weapons collided, and the smell of blood filled the air.

The members of Tiansha seemed to have crashed into a meat grinder, wailing everywhere as their lives were devoured one by one.

"A bunch of idiots, killing lives and inviting wolves into the house, they didn't anticipate the consequences they're facing now!"

Bai Ming killed a man indifferently and gently wiped the blood off the sword blade with his fingers.

"I'll slaughter you beasts first."

After hanging out with Wang Xiaoke for a long time, Bai Ming has somewhat acquired a bit of the revengeful style.

When Ao Danhong was alive, he never had the chance to eradicate the cancer.

Now look what happened, he's asking for a beating.

Everything else can be put aside for now, and settle the past accounts first.

Suddenly, Bai Ming turned into a shadow and began to harvest disciples crazily. Every time the sword light appeared, a member of Tiansha was killed.

He is simply a human harvester. Gu Li in the distance calls him Niu Bi!

When the old members of Tiansha saw this, they felt a chill on their necks and their faces turned pale with fear. Their original arrogance was replaced by fear.

"Master, save me!"

"Master Xiao, help me!"

Their strength was already low, and most of them were low-level cultivators...

Seeing his companions dying one after another, he quickly looked to Xiao Ye for help.

"Ha~"

Xiao Ye curled his lips, a crystal stone floating in his palm, his eyes were indifferent, he didn't bother to glance at them.

It seemed that Tiansha’s life or death had nothing to do with him.

On the other hand, he took decisive action when the disciples and deacons of Liuxue Sect were in danger.

"That's it!" A senior executive was surprised when he saw the crystal stone: "Shadow Breath Stone?"

The Shadow Stone can record images and project them later.

Why did Lord Xiao watch them die without rescuing them and even record their deaths?

What's going on?

If it weren't for his status, Tiansha disciples would really want to curse.

Don't even want to act anymore, treat Tiansha as an R Chinese?

Bai Ming sneered. He was truly hopeless and still didn't understand.

The ambitions of the Liuxue Sect were obvious, so how could they possibly take in a group of outsiders like them?

Bai Ming felt that Liuxue Sect was dirtying its hands if it didn't deal with them personally.

"Ghost Eyes of the Netherworld!"

Wang Xiaoke's pupils were stained with purple light, and a pair of purple eyes were reflected in Lan Tu's pupils.

Even a sixth-level spiritual power would make one feel dazed for a moment.

When Lan Tu was hit, waves appeared behind him, the void twisted, and the man in white approached.

Wang Xiaoke got close to him in an instant, and when he raised his sword, the dragon and phoenix sword intent was rampant. When he swung it out, the Golden Crow exuded a majestic aura of a golden sword.

"Zi!"

A golden light suddenly appeared, and the void began to crack. The terrifying sword was suddenly blocked by an ancient umbrella that appeared out of nowhere, and then Lan Tu was shaken dozens of feet away.

This sudden change shocked all the powerful Chinese countries and they didn't know what was going on.

"It can actually affect my mind!" Lan Tu's eyes regained clarity.

He was at the peak of the early stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. Even if he was suppressed, his spiritual power was far superior to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The mental strength of the boy in front of him is actually superior to his!

Wang Xiaoke frowned and looked at the ancient umbrella, only to see it slowly drifting towards the west.

Immediately, Xukong stretched out a jade hand and grasped the umbrella handle.

"Who?"

Wang Xiaoke stared at the white palm, he felt a little familiar with the aura.

hum~

The holy light descended, and the woman came out with an umbrella, her golden hair flowing down, her green eyes staring directly at the young man in white, exuding an indescribable holiness.

She was barefoot, her voice pure and ethereal: "You are Wang Xiaoke."

"I heard from my men that the Pope died in the East China Sea because of you~"

As soon as those words were spoken, a group of believers from the Holy See of Light stepped out of the vortex behind.

Four bishops, six priests, and dozens of believers.

The strongest among them were two Westerners in scarlet-gold robes.

The strength is second only to the fallen Pope, and they are both in the early stage of Nascent Soul!

A group of people appeared on the battlefield, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

"The Holy See of Light?"

Wang Xiaoke looked her up and down: "Who the hell are you? What do you want to do?"

"How dare you commit such a sin, slandering the God of Light and speaking nonsense! I see you have completely fallen into the path of evil!"

The believers of the Holy See of Light scolded Wang Xiaoke in Chinese.

Shangguan Wan smiled like a silver bell, and walked forward with her jade feet. She was surrounded by a rich Taoist aura, as if a radiance had covered her with a cicada's robe.

Wang Xiaoke used his spiritual sense to investigate and his expression instantly became solemn.

"Half a step to becoming a god!"

This woman is from the Vatican, and her cultivation is even higher than his.

Wasn’t the old pope who fell above only in the middle stage of Yuanying…

"I founded the Holy See of Light two thousand years ago."

"The world worships me as the God of Light. Guess who I am, haha~"

Shangguan Wan has a warm smile and a gentle angelic appearance.

But the words that came out of his mouth made the Chinese monk's mind resonate.

Create the Holy See of Light!

Two thousand years ago?

"This guy looks exactly like the statue of the Goddess of Light!"

In the distance, Bai Ming drew out his bloody sword and fixed his gaze on her face.

No wonder statues were made in her image. It turns out she is the mastermind behind the Vatican.

It's so scary. A lifespan of a thousand years is almost impossible in this era, let alone two thousand years.

The strength of this mysterious woman is definitely above that of the Nascent Soul stage.

"Lan Tu, you are a senior minister, but you were almost attacked by the Nascent Soul kid. Fortunately, we arrived in time."

Another immortal old man appeared and stood beside Shangguan Wan with his hands behind his back.

Lan Tu spat impatiently: "Do I need you to lecture me?"

Leng Qianfan threw his head back and laughed. He was the seventh elder in the Elders' Pavilion.

As soon as he entered Kunlun, he was sent to the west to look for the descendants of the Shengguang Sect.

As soon as he brought his men back, he encountered a large-scale invasion by Chinese monks.

Xiao Ye nodded with a smile. It was interesting, really very interesting.

This small alien world also has the inheritance left by a first-class immortal sect.

It's unexpected.

"Two more..."

"Half a step to becoming a god..."

Nangong Chi and Ji Heng were stunned, and a layer of gloom shrouded their hearts.

The situation has become a dead end, and they are probably doomed to fail.

……