"How could it be possible? Didn't it say that you can only invite immortals if you have immortal veins?"
"Fenglei Yuyi, Fenglei Immortal Sect, this is impossible, Fenglei Wanwu Sect has not been destroyed, Xiaoxuan!"
At this moment, the faces of He Yun, Xiao Wu and others suddenly turned as pale as paper.
"Xianwu, let's go!"
Zhenhuang came to his senses and took Jun Wushuang away.
"Master!"
Jun Wushuang suddenly came back to his senses, "How can there be an immortal!?"
She looked at Zhenhuang, as if there was a trace of despair in her eyes.
The seven immortals stood across the starry sky, even though they had no power at all, they still made her feel as if she was falling into the freezing cold.
Zhenhuang looked deeply at Jun Wushuang, with an extremely complicated expression in his eyes.
ask me!?
Why don't you ask your sweetheart!
In the entire world of cultivation, looking at the past long years, how many immortals have descended in total!?
Now, seven of them, the Immortals of Wind and Thunder, stand tall in front of them.
The masters of the two immortal veins also reacted, and immediately transformed into Sumeru, covering everyone in their palms.
They looked at each other deeply and seemed to know the origins of these seven immortals.
"The Wind and Thunder All Things Sect, seven Kowting Immortals!"
"The weakest person is also the third level of Kuting!"
"Oops!"
The two immortal Buddha masters retreated violently, and the Buddha's light was like a golden rainbow, retreating into the distance. It seemed that they were infinitely far away from the seven immortals and Qin Xuan.
Xiao Wu, He Yun and others were almost blind, and they frantically bombarded Xumi, the master of the Immortal Zen Temple, trying to stand in front of the white-robed body.
"One calamity has not been resolved, but another difficulty arises!"
"As soon as the heavenly punishment is over, the immortal calamity comes!"
The Pure Land Buddha murmured the Buddha's name, "It will never be restored again!"
When the seven Kowting Immortals descend, even a large Immortal Vein that enters the Three Thousand Pure Lands, the Three Thousand Pure Lands, the Immortal Zen Buddhist Temple, will be wiped out into nothingness.
What's more... Qin Xuan has just survived the punishment from heaven, and he may be destroyed in this disaster.
The master of Xianchan Temple felt like a huge wave was rising in his heart. Under the punishment of heaven, he thought that the Qing Emperor might die, but the result was jaw-dropping and shook his Buddhist heart.
Now that the seven immortals have arrived, he also feels that the Qing Emperor is about to fall.
Can this Qing Emperor still break the tribulation?
"Amitabha!"
Every calamity can be called the death of any living being in the world.
Regardless of the punishment from heaven, or these seven immortals today, looking at those who came from ancient times, who can overcome it!?
At this moment, the masters of the two immortal veins were all palpitating and couldn't help but feel horrified.
…
In the starry sky, Qin Xuan's white clothes were stained with blood, and he looked at the seven wind and thunder immortals.
Seven immortals kowtow to the court, five kowtow to the fourth heaven, one kowtows to the third heaven, and one kowtows to the fifth heaven.
This is enough power to sweep across the world of cultivation. Just these seven people can crush the stars.
Now, these seven people appeared in front of him.
He, Qin Changqing, is only at the lower level of Mahayana.
Qin Xuan's eyes were calm. He was not worried at all. Even if the seven immortals came, it seemed that it was not enough for him.
The seven people have come, and the leader is the man who kowtows to the fifth level of heaven. He has silver eyes and green hair, hanging high on the ceiling. He is wearing a feather coat, with the aura of the fairy spirit lingering, and blooming with seven-color rays of light.
The power of this person is enough to sweep through the seven Ning family clans.
He looked at Qin Xuan quietly, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Are you the one who claims to be the Qing Emperor!?" His voice was gentle and he looked at Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan did not respond, his face showed no emotion.
"Heaven's Punishment, it is indeed incredible that mortal power can defeat Heaven's Punishment!"
His voice was calm, "We, by the order of the sect master, are here to kill you!"
As soon as his voice fell, the six Kowting Immortals behind him also spoke slowly.
"Your crime must be punished!"
In an instant, the power of seven suppressing stars swept towards Qin Xuan.
At this moment, Qin Xuan seemed to be trapped in a prison, and the surrounding space was full of immortal power, as if it were real.
The silver-eyed middle-aged man said slowly: "Do you have any last words?"
If he is superior, he has already decided Qin Xuan's life and death.
"Pretend to be deaf and mute!" There is a man who is knocking on the fourth level of the heaven. He has black pupils and sharp eyebrows, and his face has clear outlines. His brows are slightly wrinkled, and his lips are thin and open slowly.
He had never underestimated Qin Xuan. When the Fenglei Immortal Sect destroyed three immortals, it shocked the entire Immortal Sect.
The mortal who calls himself the Qing Emperor in front of him cannot be underestimated. He even comes from the fairy land.
He can stand on the immortal land and enter the fourth level of the Kowting Court. Naturally, he knows that a little carelessness can mean life or death in an instant.
It is not easy for anyone who can really get to this point. Even when facing the dust, one must be cautious.
"What's the point of pretending to be cold and arrogant!" A purple-haired young man said lightly: "Perhaps, you have the strength, even if Da Luo descends to the earth, you may not have the support of the saint clan."
"It's a pity that you have just faced the punishment of heaven. Killing millions of evildoers into your souls and slaying gods is no different than facing us with your body cut to pieces. We are not proud of you. Even if you are from the saint clan, even if you were once a great Luo Immortal, today,
I will also perish here!"
"The eighth-level mortal realm is too weak!" The charming woman with cold eyes and moles at the corners of her eyes said calmly.
The seven great knocking immortals are all speaking.
They looked at Qin Xuan with a hint of temptation.
The three immortals of Fenglei Immortal Sect have fallen, which is enough to prove that Qin Xuan is too extraordinary.
They don't want to be like the three people before and perish in this mortal world.
Immortals enter the mortal world and are buried by mortals. Mo Yanruo dies, and his life of hard work turns into nothingness. After death, each of their own lineage will probably suffer great shame and humiliation in Fenglei Immortal Sect.
Until the Seven Immortals stopped talking, they all looked at Qin Xuan and frowned.
That face has never changed at all from beginning to end.
Qin Xuan just looked at the seven immortals quietly and stood with his hands behind his back.
"The punishment from Heaven was too severe, and I don't understand human language. Or is this intentional, to despise us?"
The man with silver eyes at the head slowly spoke out.
He looked at Qin Xuan, and in his fingertips, a wisp of fairy light lingered, burst out, and rushed straight towards Qin Xuan, like penetrating the sky of stars.
Qin Xuan finally moved, his palms shook, and the void seemed to be condensed in his palms.
Immediately, the universe in the palm burst out and collided with the immortal light.
boom!
The principles of space shook with the immortal light. Immediately, the vast starry sky between him and the seven immortals was suddenly torn apart, revealing endless darkness.
Qin Xuan's eyes remained the same as before, causing the Seven Immortals to pause slightly.
"Do you still have any energy left?"
"Here, I'm pretending to be deaf and dumb!"
There was a hint of anger between the silver-eyed immortal's brows, and he looked at Qin Xuan through the endless darkness.
At this moment, Qin Xuan finally spoke slowly and opened his thin lips slightly.
"You guys are too noisy!"
"Since you have come down to earth to bury me, Qin Changqing, then do it!"
The indifferent words are extremely arrogant, like scornfully knocking on the immortal.
The eyes of the Seven Immortals were condensed, and there was sullenness between their brows.
Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, he took a step forward, and suddenly blood started to flow from the corner of his mouth.
Within the sea of consciousness, there are trillions of killing evil beings in the body, and every moment, there is almost the pain of trillions of living beings destroying their souls.
However, he didn't seem to care and looked at the seven people quietly with a calm voice.
"They are just seven immortals knocking on the court and abandoning their sons. Frogs in the well are making noise in the sky."
"It's better to descend from the fairy land to the starry sky and die in this sky!"
In Qin Xuan's blood pupils, at this moment, there seemed to be endless immortal writings, like a piece of scripture, and behind him, a huge vortex slowly emerged, measuring a million feet, rotating in the starry sky.
"As you ants wish!"
As the sound fell, the Seven Immortals looked at the blood-stained white clothes, their pupils at this moment,