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The Chinese cultivators watched this scene with such excitement that they swallowed hard.

God!

For the first time in ten thousand years, a true Nascent Soul cultivator has finally crossed this mountain!

No one knows the significance of this; the path to immortality is severed after reaching the Nascent Soul stage.

The once prosperous and powerful Taoist families are now on the verge of extinction.

But at this moment, the three were like lights in the twilight, igniting hope for them and pointing out a path—the possibility of becoming a supreme being!

"This... is this... the legendary Nascent Soul Realm, possessing the power of ghosts and gods?"

Nangong Chi and Ji Heng's voices were hoarse, and they could not calm down for a long time.

As the three reached their peak, the six elders, the Xiao family patriarch, and the high-ranking officials of the Holy See of Light felt an extreme pressure bearing down on them.

Even a half-saint appears weak and feeble under this overwhelming pressure.

"Two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators and one mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Ye Xiao was moved; he had never expected this scene.

Especially the fox; during the fight, it was discovered that he had already achieved a minor mastery of the laws.

He calls himself Master Wang Xiaoke, and he's certainly no ordinary person!

"You think you can force us to retreat with your lives? Don't you think that price is too high?"

Boom! !

Thunder rumbled throughout the entire secret realm, shaking the endless mountains and rivers. Dark clouds filled the sky, and the earth was shrouded in darkness.

At this moment, outside the secret realm, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky above Mount Kunlun.

The cumulus clouds stretched for hundreds of miles and continued to expand, making the soldiers on duty outside tremble with fear.

"In the Kunlun Small World, the Heavenly Dao shouldn't send down a calamity so quickly."

Wu Tu did some quick calculations and figured he could last for the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn.

"With only two incense sticks' worth of life left, and still having to risk his life for his apprentice, this old Taoist is definitely the most pitiful fox. How much more cruel is he to me?"

The secret realm has no world will. Once the Heavenly Dao has prepared its killing move, even if they are hiding in the secret realm, they will probably be wiped out along with it!

Not only did others think he was crazy, but Wu Tu himself also thought he was crazy.

"Elder Wu, there's no need to panic." Mo Shenyuan laughed heartily. "Since Xiao Ke has made these arrangements, he certainly won't let us die."

Han Daoren smiled, exuding an aura of transcendence.

"The most important thing right now is to destroy the interdimensional teleportation array and then wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

Wu Tu nodded, then leaped forward and charged straight toward the formation.

Ye Xiao's expression changed drastically, and he quickly sent a telepathic message to the elders.

"Stop these lunatics! Don't let them get near the teleportation array!"

As the night wind blew, his long robe billowed, and five ancient characters appeared on the nine-character golden tablet.

"Hmph, if this old Taoist doesn't show his power, he'll really think he's nothing?"

Wu Tu, his face full of impatience, swung his hand and his crimson claws tore through the void, slashing down at the five-word mantra, instantly stirring up a gust of wind.

"break!"

The five characters exploded, and Ye Xiao was forced back by their force.

"Damn fox demon, do you really think I, this old master, can't do anything to you?"

The nine-character golden tablet shone with light, and under the influence of his Daoist aura, each ancient golden character gleamed with divine brilliance, sweeping across the sky like a sword cleaving through the heavens.

Wu Tu sneered disdainfully, his fox tails standing upright behind him, and a fox demon dharma image roared to the sky, its fierce demon lord aura sweeping in all directions.

Before any of the golden swords could get close, the demon fox's Dharma form erected a Bagua diagram.

Clang clang!

The golden light was shattered, turning into specks of golden light that drifted down.

"If you're so capable, don't suppress your cultivation. Let's fight with all our might."

"Do you dare?"

"Coward."

Ye Xiao's chest heaved violently, clearly indicating that he was quite angry with him.

That's so humiliating!

Mo Shenyuan swept his sword horizontally, the power of the Nascent Soul stage shook the void to the point of cracking, the terrifying sword energy repelled the three elders, and then cut the two mountains in half!

With a flick of his whisk, Han Daoren created a rainbow in the sky. Gu Zhen Zun Zhe was unable to dodge and was directly blasted into the ground, causing the earth to shake.

With every gesture, the two exuded a powerful aura and profound Daoist charm, making them more than ten times stronger than before!

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Zhao Sheng couldn't help but laugh loudly: "We cultivators should have this kind of demeanor."

"Gentlemen, let's slaughter these beasts in one fell swoop and make them never dare to cross the border again!"

The Chinese cultivators were filled with fervor, roaring as they fought their way into battle...

More and more disciples of the Flowing Snow Sect and reinforcements from the Holy See are falling.

The already advantageous situation has overwhelmingly tilted in one direction.

"Ghost Eyes of the Netherworld!"

"drink!"

Wang Xiaoke held his breath and focused all his mental energy on his sea of ​​consciousness.

His dark green eyes gleamed, and a strange phenomenon appeared behind him.

In the sky, a huge vertical pupil swirled with mysterious patterns.

Wang Xiaoke stared directly at the two elders, looking exceptionally sinister!

An invisible spiritual force transformed into swords and blades, attacking the two half-saints.

"not good!"

Lan Tu's divine sense was also very sharp: "Beware of his mental martial arts!"

Leng Qianfan sensed something with his divine sense and trembled as soon as he put on a defensive stance.

An extremely powerful spiritual force, mixed with an astonishing devouring power, blasted towards his sea of ​​consciousness defenses.

The pain transmitted from the soul is far more intense than that transmitted from the body.

He winced in pain, his steps faltering and he staggered...

"hateful!"

"Damn it!"

Lan Tu gasped, his strength instantly dissipating.

Then the bone claw shattered, and the blood finger couldn't withstand the attack and was destroyed.

"May the divine protect you!"

Shangguan Wan flashed in front of the two, the ancient umbrella floated up, she put her arms around her shoulders, and the Path of Light surged into the umbrella, forming a barrier to resist the sword energy.

"Humph!"

Wang Xiaoke's demonic eyes suddenly opened, and another sword of psychic power shot towards Shangguan Wan.

A look of horror flashed across her pristine face, forcing her to retreat several feet.

Her expression improved only after the sword energy dissipated and the lightning ceased.

"Sixth-order mental power, freak!" Leng Qianfan gritted his teeth and said.

Improving one's mental strength is often more difficult than cultivating one's physical body.

He is currently at the peak of the fifth level of spiritual power, even though he is in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Wang Xiaoke raised an eyebrow at Shangguan Wan: "Your mental strength is also at the sixth level?"

Upon attempting to penetrate her sea of ​​consciousness, it was discovered that its solidity far surpassed that of others.

“That’s not something you should be asking,” Shangguan Wan called back Gu Lingbing.

Her delicate hand stroked the umbrella, and as it closed, it transformed into a long spear with golden patterns.

With gun in hand, she was burning with fighting spirit, like a Valkyrie of Light.

Wang Xiaoke was completely dumbfounded. This thing could change shape?

"Speaking of which, as the head of the Holy See, your subordinates are almost wiped out. If I were you, I should have led the believers to rebel against the Flowing Snow Sect long ago."

"What conditions did they offer you that made you work so hard?"

"You've lived for thousands of years, I don't believe you're here to avenge the old Pope."

Wang Xiaoke smiled brightly and casually pointed to the chaotic battle in the distance.

More than a dozen members of the Holy See are being besieged by the Chinese Taoist tradition.

"Lord God of Light!"

The bishop, who was in the Golden Elixir stage, kept coughing up blood. One of his sleeves was empty. Many believers were wailing in grief, and people kept falling from the sky.

Shangguan Wan withdrew her gaze expressionlessly.

After all.

These are merely her pawns, tools for searching for resources and arbitrarily used.

Bearing the legacy of the Ancient Holy Light Sect, her only goal is to return to the immortal realm.

The life or death of believers is of no importance.

"You are guilty of sin, so die!" Shangguan Wan attacked with her spear.

Wang Xiaoke stepped forward with his sword, and the two exchanged several blows in the void.

Each time they clashed, the void erupted with ear-piercing clangs.

"Such brute force?" Shangguan Wan frowned and raised her spear to block the sword.

Her golden hair flowed like waves, and with a cold shout, she sent her opponent flying.

Wang Xiaoke steadied his steps, and the Heavenly Demon Eye unleashed a surge of immense spiritual power once more.

"Ghost Eyes of the Netherworld!"

"The Eye of Destruction!"

Shangguan Wan's pupils brightened slightly, and a pair of golden eyes behind her slowly opened.

The two invisible forces of thought were like venomous snakes entwined and fighting in the dark night.

"Melting Blood Soul Sword!"

Leng Qianfan supported the sky with one hand, and endless blood mist melted into a strange and sharp blade.

Just as they were about to launch a sneak attack.

A chilling sword aura shattered the air, obliterating the Blood Blade and the Dao Principles.

"I'll take care of these two. I'll trouble you, Brother Han, to hold them off for a while."

Mo Shenyuan locked his gaze on Leng Qianfan and Lan Tu, his eyes as cold as an icy pool.

Without further ado, he unleashed his overwhelming power as a Nascent Soul cultivator and immediately began the attack!

the other side.

Wu Tu chased after Ye Xiao, striking him with each claw, leaving three deep furrows.

The Dharma form even possesses the power to shatter mountains and split the earth, and to break through the void and destroy the void...

Boom! !

Another mountain range was severed by sharp claws. Ye Xiao's waist was a bloody mess. He was panting heavily, his hair disheveled, and he stared at Wu Tu with a look of horror on his face.

He never expected that there was a demon lord in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm in another world!

Even more unexpectedly, this demon lord risked being annihilated by the Heavenly Dao to slaughter him.

Next.

They will either be suppressed and killed by the old fox, or break free of their restraints and be punished by the Heavenly Dao.

He has two paths to choose from, and either way he will die!

Ye Xiao pushed his speed to the limit and gritted his teeth as he flew towards the Kunlun base.

"Oh ho, you can't win, so you run away? We'll let you go to jail!"

Wu Tu once again pierced the sky, spinning Ye Xiao upwards like a top.