The scenes between the mountains became extremely chaotic in an instant, and the strong men of various forces were attacked by monsters one after another, and the human emperor who came from the outside was not so united.

For example, when the people who practiced in the Shenque were invaded and retreated by monsters, the ancient royal family of Dayan and Lingxiao Palace not only did not help, but instead stared at Ye Futian and the others, and their bodies also flashed together, as if they might attack at any time.

"Let's go." Fairy Penglai saw something wrong and led the powerful to retreat. They retreated all the way to the mountains behind. In the other direction, someone passed by. They were cultivators from the Piaoxue Temple. They saw a strange color on the situation here. What are these monsters doing?

Jiang Yueli glanced at the battlefield, then looked forward, and then continued to step out and walked forward.

The practitioners of Shenque retreated all the way, and unknowingly retreated to a valley area. The back was blocked by an extremely heavy black peak. The demon emperors who came swept the powerful people with a glance, then turned around and left, and walked back.

This made the practitioners who were practicing in Wangshenque reveal a strange look. Did they just leave like this?

However, at this time, the strong men from two forces came out, and they were staring at Ye Futian and the ancient royal family of the Great Yan and the strong men of Lingxiao Palace.

Seeing this scene, Fairy Penglai's eyes were extremely cold, and she seemed to think of something. Why are these two major forces targeting Wangshenque and Ye Futian everywhere? If there is a reason for the ancient royal family of Dayan, what is the purpose of Lingxiao Palace? Is it just because Ye Futian beat him, which makes him feel embarrassed?

This reason seems to be far from enough.

Unless, there are deep reasons...

"What do you mean?" Zong Chan looked at the crowd and said, "Li Changsheng was not here, so he was the leader here and was the strongest. There were two major forces eyeing him. In order to ensure the safety of those who practiced in Wangshenque, they retreated again and again.

Now, the demon emperors have left, but these two major forces seem to contain murderous intent.

"I have always wanted to understand the strength of those who practiced in the Wangshenque before, but there was no chance. Now that no one disturbed me in this secret realm, it would be perfect." Yan Hanxing, the prince of the ancient royal family of Dayan, spoke, and he stepped forward and walked towards Zong Chan. How terrifying the aura of the Ninth Realm of the Human Emperor burst out.

The wind and clouds were changing above the sky, and terrifying sacred dragons appeared. An unparalleled figure of dragons appeared behind him. The sound of dragon roars resounded through the heaven and earth. The dragon roars bloomed and roared to break the heaven and earth. The sound wave road swept out. Zong Chan stepped forward, and the Taoist divine monument exploded, suppressing the eternal, causing the power of sound waves to be blocked by the divine monument. However, there were still terrifying sound waves that shook at the people behind him. Many of them made muffled groans, their faces were pale, and they felt that their souls were about to be broken.

The body of the human emperor flew backwards and vomited blood from his mouth. Beigong Shuang was very bad. Blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper. Xia Qingyuan also let out a muffled groan.

"Boom..." Zong Chan stepped out, and suddenly, infinite divine monuments appeared between heaven and earth, falling from the sky and everywhere. He swept his eyes to the other party, his hands condensed, and suddenly, one by one, a series of divine monuments seemed to descend from the sky, suppressing this sky.

Yan Hanxing looked solemn, and the other strong men looked up at the sky, their faces changed slightly. The attack seemed to be everywhere, suppressing this sky and attacking all the strong men.

Yan Hanxing Dragon protects his body, but many strong men behind him are not so lucky and their bodies are directly knocked out.

At this time, a figure with extraordinary temperament walked out of Lingxiao Palace, with a nine-level cultivation level. A boundless and huge Lingxiao Tower bloomed, floating in the sky, and countless golden divine lights fell down, sweeping towards the powerful people.

Seeing this scene, Fairy Penglai took a step forward, and her body seemed to turn into a towering sacred tree, with endless branches and leaves blooming, covering the sky and protecting the strong people below.

"You retreat." Fairy Penglai said, the two major forces on the other side have stronger lineups than them. If they fight in groups here, they will only suffer.

"Uncle Beigong, Zifeng, help me take care of Qingyuan." Ye Futian said to Beigong Ao and Zifeng, and then his figure flashed and he walked alone in one direction. He felt that many of the other people's target was him, Ling He, Yan Dongyang, and many strong people wanted him to die the most, so they did not intend to be with others.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body flickered and he walked alone towards one side. With a loud bang, he saw the mountain collapse. He walked directly through the black ancient mountains.

Sure enough, with Ye Futian's departure, many people chased and more than ten people turned towards the direction where Ye Futian was, which shows Ye Futian's position in the minds of the two major forces.

The deep black mountain collapsed and destroyed wildly. Ye Futian walked forward with a very fast speed. He had the cultivation level of Beigong Ao's eighth realm, and had Xiaomu. Zifeng Avenue was perfect and had very strong combat power. He should be enough to protect himself.

He left alone, attracting many strong people, including the powerful Human Emperor in the Eighth Realm, so that he could share the pressure on the battlefield over there.

A moment later, Ye Futian traveled through the mountains for a distance and came to a place surrounded by ancient black peaks. With a loud bang, Ye Futian's body hit a terrifying black giant mountain, and did not directly crash it through. This black giant mountain was like a sacred mountain, and a mysterious aura burst out from it, shaking Ye Futian's body back.

More than ten human emperors walked forward and pressed forward, standing in different directions, vaguely surrounding Ye Futian's body in this huge space area.

Yan Dongyang and Ling He were both here, with murderous intent on their eyes. No matter how outstanding Ye Futian's talent was, he was destined to die. He was the descendant of the Immortal of Donglai and entered the Wangshenque to practice. He dared to show such talent. How could he have the principle of immortality?

Ling He stretched out his palm and saw a sacred pagoda flying out of his hand and heading towards the sky. Then it became bigger and bigger, hanging from the sky, turning into an extremely huge sacred pagoda.

The direct line of Lingxiao Palace has the soul of Lingxiao Tower. This treasure is made of this. When the pagoda is hung in the sky, a terrible golden airflow is dropped. A powerful force of the great way descends, completely blocking the space. The vast area is full of golden airflows that fall, covering the sky and the sun.

Ye Futian looked up and felt the pressure of the avenue. His eyes were cold. Is he trying to isolate the space so that he can kill him?

"Why are you ignoring the words of the Lord of the Palace?" Ye Futian said coldly. Are these two major forces ignoring the rules set by the heads of the Donghua Domain?
Chapter completed!