In the black torrent, this imperial clan is called Ming, and among them, there are even peerless people whose bloodline is truly atavistic.
He is not the strong man who appears at this moment!
"Difficult."
"The big formation here must be at the level of the Imperial Formation. A dozen descendants of the Underworld Emperor have appeared together. No one knows how many masters there will be secretly!"
"It's difficult to break out."
Chu Feng also stared, his expression slightly downcast.
This trip fell into a big crisis.
Even though there were a large number of people present, under the absolute strength, it was simply not enough to see.
"Let's do it."
"Clean it first, and then open it again. Maybe a group of people will come."
"Before the torrent subsides, we must be fierce enough, otherwise, if we miss this era, we may not have opportunities in the future!"
One of the descendants of the Nether Clan said in a deep voice, very seriously.
"Um!"
The young man in black armor who leads the team is named Mingyang.
He was also in the realm of a great sage, and his aura was very long and solid. He immediately waved his hand and ordered, "Kill!"
boom!
The black torrent swept across, and darkness once again became the only thing in this world.
Behind him, a dozen masters of the Nether Race took off in an instant.
One of them, his eyes flashed, was wearing armor, and the ground shook as he stepped.
The aura of the ninth grade saint bloomed directly.
He held a war weapon in his hand, strode forward, and flew out directly. This group of people were very confident.
Coming from the Imperial Clan, he has rich Imperial blood in his body.
They dispersed and rushed into each team, trying to suppress several people with one person's strength.
"The people from the outside world are all very weak. How can they compare with us? With the power of the imperial clan, we can suppress the boundless evil spirits and guard a place for eternity. We are struggling here, tempering and tempering day by day, and there is no difference between us in the same realm.
Invincible!"
The master of the Underworld clan holding a war weapon let out a long roar, and his armor roared.
He waved his sword in his hand and headed towards a high mountain area. Among them, nearly nine strong men from the Holy Realm moved directly.
They couldn't hide and showed up directly. This group of people included many masters of the ninth level of saints.
Most of them are middle-aged or old.
His face was very dark.
"Join forces."
"Behead them and talk about it later!"
"If they don't die, they won't be able to get out of the big array!"
These people reached a consensus in an instant. In the current crisis, even though they come from different worlds and even eras.
But in an instant, they all gathered together.
"kill!"
The mountains and rivers shook, and the dark light soared into the sky, being dispersed and shattered.
Several holy realm masters took action at the same time, and a large number of visions and ancient scenes opened up directly, spanning thousands of miles, covering the sky and the sun.
Someone's figure moved, his whole body was glowing, and a divine weapon above his head, like a divine man, reflected a large number of ancient scenes.
His body was vibrating, and he used his hands to form fists. He was wild and wild. He was a middle-aged man who had become a saint in boxing and had unparalleled fighting skills.
The whole body was glowing with surging light, and with each punch, the mountains and rivers trembled.
The realm of the ninth level of saints, fighting against the heavens!
"Eight Buddhist Pagodas!"
From this person's fist seal, the scene of the pagoda was bombarded. Every time a punch was struck, the pagoda condensed one point.
boom!
The sky and the earth sank, and the saint's power exploded in full force. The space was trembling as he breathed in and out.
at the same time.
Beside him, several other people also took action in an instant.
Someone is holding a mad knife, which bursts out with gray light. The light of the knife cuts off the sky and the earth, making the sun and moon lack light.
That's an old man.
Wearing a warrior's attire, with white hair hanging down, only the light of the sword flickered in his eyes.
"Sword Saint!"
"This is a hidden swordsman who walked out of a deserted land!"
"The eighth-grade saint, but his sharpness is too strong. To become a saint with a knife is so scary!"
Many people exclaimed.
This old man came from a deserted land and was a reclusive master. He was similar to the two elder saints of the Sword Alliance and the Saint Clan.
However, his realm is slightly insufficient, but his martial arts is too sharp. He is only an eighth-level saint, but it is enough to rival a ninth-level saint.
Boom!
The mountains and rivers rise and fall, like the calm sea being broken.
The master of the underworld holding the sword in his hand pressed forward, and with one movement of the sword, he cut off all things, and the huge appearance was like a galaxy above his head, stirring up the boundless wind and clouds.
He directly faced off against the master who had become a saint in boxing, and at the same time, he defeated several unparalleled figures in the eighth and ninth levels of saints.
And on one side.
The powerful Sword Saint from the desert focused his gaze. Beside him, there was also a team of nearly twelve people.
I don’t know where they come from, but some of them belong to some ancient sects in Lujie.
some.
He is a man of great influence who has emerged from ancient history!
Most of them are at the eighth or ninth level of saints.
Either he came from desolation and still has a lot of room for improvement, or he came out of ancient history and has not yet fully recovered, or his martial arts has reached its end and his qualifications are not enough!
There were more than a dozen of them, their sharpness was unparalleled, their swords were shining like waterfalls, and the fighting swept across them, shattering the entire void.
He is obviously only an eighth or ninth grade saint, but he is not weaker than a powerful person at the great saint level.
Directly stopped a great sage from the underworld.
"You are old!"
"This era does not belong to you, but to the new generation of geniuses. You may have had an extraordinary past, but unfortunately, you were born in the wrong era and in the wrong world!"
"This is how it becomes the foundation for my underworld clan to be born!"
The young great sage was very arrogant.
The black armor rumbled, the body was extremely condensed, and extremely powerful. He directly used his physical body to attack, and the fists and fists bombarded him, shattering the light of the sword and crushing the edge of the weapon.
He is very powerful, stepping into the void, boundless black light, as if coming from the netherworld, gathering the physical body.
The body was agitating, spinning in the air, and even the ancient Nether Clan's Dharma appeared. The fist seal was punched out, shattering the mountain, and the space being bombarded was exploding.
"The descendants of the Nether Clan are worthy of being an imperial clan that can control the black torrent. They are really strong!"
Chu Feng was in the distance, his mind moving slightly. Looking at such a scene, his heart was shaken.
Is this a descendant of the Imperial Clan with pure blood?
If it were ancient history, at the end of the road, there would still be ancient ethnic groups like the Mo Chanzi and the Nether Clan, and those with the strongest bloodline would revive one after another, how amazing would it be?
To know.
These great saint-level geniuses present are not the people with the strongest bloodline in this generation of the Nether Clan!
boom!
The land sank, and in the distance, the scene of the Holy King's physical body dissipated directly. It was fake and not real.
There are saints and great saints from the underworld who can fly across the sky. Any one of them is enough to block several powerful saints in the same realm!
Dark light burst out from their figures, they were born extraordinary, and their imperial bloodline was very astonishing.
"Juggernaut?"
Suddenly, Chu Feng suppressed his aura and wanted to hide among the mountains and rivers, unwilling to fight.
But.
A ray of light, prompted by the formation, suddenly shot over.
Like a needle on the back.
"Not good!" Chu Feng's holy soul was so sharp that it instantly caught something wrong, "It's been discovered!"
In the distance, a black torrent rolled up, black armor glowed black, and a figure walked in the void, looking straight over with confident eyes.
It is the leading master of this group of strong men from the Nether Tribe.