The Holy King of the Underworld said the first sentence, and his voice was like the cold wind coming from the tombs of the Nine Netherworlds, which was cold and cold.
Moreover, every word can cause a violent shock to the Taoist heart of millions of Taoist monks, instantly reducing the blessing of Feng Yue's Battle Song.
This is the horror of the Holy King.
Just one word of "holy words" changes the entire battle situation.
As the great sage of the Taoist Holy Realm, Chen Xuan was the superior god, but he was able to let the Holy King of the Underworld tomb call him, and all the heroes of the ancient times were dissatisfied with him.
"Fellow Taoists, please do your best to protect the Lord Feng Yue!"
Taoist Master Luo Wu’s clear voice penetrates the sky and spreads it into everyone’s ears.
Feng Yue’s strategic value is too high. He can actually ignore the distinction between the great way and the level of the realm, and directly improve the combat power of friendly forces three times, even the nine of them can benefit.
Such a demonic God Lord's ability is not targeted by the Holy King of the Underworld! However, under the suppression of the power of the Holy King, millions of Taoist cultivators can only receive twice the blessing of the War Song.
Even so, Feng Yue still plays an extremely huge role.
A person changes the direction of war.
So Taoist Master Luo Wu immediately made up his mind to protect Feng Yue no matter how many fellow practitioners sacrificed.
With the blessing of the battle song, the nine most saintly powerful men of the Taoist sect can finally suppress the King's Qi Ming Blade. The dark general who fought with Chen Xuan was repelled by Taoist Luo Wu. Then Qing Chen flew to Chen Xuan to help Chen Xuan resist the attack of the skeleton burial soldiers.
"Fellow Taoist Evil Emperor, how are you?"
Qing Chen thought Chen Xuan was seriously injured, but he couldn't see it on the surface, but Chen Xuan responded as if nothing had happened: "It's nothing, you can continue to dispatch the battlefield."
After saying this, Chen Xuan held the Emperor's Sword to guard Feng Yue's side and killed the skeleton warriors who were rushing towards him.
Feng Yue was able to continue singing the battle songs and improve the combat power of millions of Taoist cultivation.
Soon, the battle situation completely turned into a balanced trend. This army of immortal cultivators led by the human race finally steadily defended the sky defense line! The King Xia Qiming Blade led a team of elite troops to continuously attack Feng Yue's position. Taoist Master Luo Wu and the eight Supreme Saint-level defended and refused to retreat. The battle situation was extremely fierce.
The evil martial master released by Chen Xuan, the Immortal Sword Realm, shined in this battle, killing the burial soldiers who were rushing over like a tide, leaving no armor left.
But Chen Xuan never summoned Xiaolan and the Fire Taoist Rule from beginning to end.
These are his two killer moves.
Once released, the Holy King of the Nether Tomb will immediately transfer his biggest target from Feng Yue to him.
Chen Xuan wanted to fight unexpectedly to win.
The battle situation was in a state of anxiety. Before we knew it, we fought for more than an hour. More than 100,000 people were killed or injured on both sides, and blood stained the sky, which was extremely tragic and tragic.
Gradually, Chen Xuan noticed that the Holy King of the Underworld on the throne seemed to be losing patience a little bit.
Taoist Master Luo Wu and the eight Supreme Saints suddenly sank their hearts and said intimately that something was wrong.
They saw the Holy King of the Underworld, and slowly stood up from the throne, and their robe was shivering.
The tall body seemed to step on the entire sea of stars under my feet, and the void shook and collapsed.
Everyone's hearts were shocked.
The next moment, a pure black sword, one meter long, appeared in the hand of the Holy King of the Nether Tomb, which seemed to gather all the blackness in the world. The breath of death was like fog, and a dark red that made people shine at the edge of the blade.
Seeing this scene, Millions of Dao Xiu were shocked and their fighting spirit dropped sharply by 30%.
Unexpectedly, the Holy King of the Ming Tomb was about to take action himself, just to capture Chen Xuan and Feng Yue alive.
"How many eras have you been... In this era, there is still someone who can let this Holy King sacrifice the Nether Carving Sword."
As the Holy King of the Nether Tomb spoke, he stepped across the void and came to the realm of the Taoyuan Homeland.
The pressure covered millions of Taoist cultivation.
"Damn it, subordinate."
The King Xia Qiming Blade accused him of not taking down Chen Xuan and Feng Yue.
Taoist Master Luo Wu and other Taoist powerful men flew to the front of the battlefield to help the juniors block the power of the Holy King of the Underworld as if they were destroying the world.
This saint King of Immortal Burial is indeed very old, but a pressure is still enough to destroy a top realm.
If a monk in the Star Realm is too close, he will directly explode and die.
Even the Taoist Saint Realm will be suppressed and surrendered.
"Holy King of the Nether Tomb, you just looked down on our rising talents in the human race, and now you still take action. The old Taoist really hopes that you are the last holy king of the Burial Immortals."
Taoist Master Luo Wu's expression was extremely solemn, and his hands and wrists flew with spiritual patterns and rings, ready to stimulate his great powers at any time.
"You little ants on your homeland are not worthy of the personal attack of this Saint King; on the contrary, the two little dolls in the Seventh Era have surpassed the so-called Taoist heroes. The Taoist sect in this era is just a joke."
As soon as the Holy King of the Underworld finished speaking, he waved his knife with one hand, and a crack that stretched across millions of miles appeared in the sky, opening up another layer of space.
The large-scale gray-white aura of death hangs like a waterfall in the sky, which made the faces of the most saints of the Taoist sect change drastically, and at the same time, it inspires the defensive Taoist technique to cut off these auras of death.
If the breath of death is contaminated with the homeland of Taoyuan, the origin of the realm will definitely be invaded and eventually form a world of death.
The heroes of Taoist sect were frightened to see. They could see that the nine most holy Taoist ancestors had difficulty resisting these auras of death, and the defense light shield was constantly repaired and eroded.
"It is your greatest glory in your life to be able to die under the Nether Sword on our king!"
The head of the King's Seven Nether Blades is the sword and the horse is standing on the sea, praising the power of the Holy King of the Underworld.
Taoist Master Luo Wu had a solemn face and calmly sacrificed an ancient banner. On the banner, the Taoist innate pure air flowed, giving people a sense of purity and peace.
This banner contains the breath of chaotic aura, evolved into three magnificent Taoist principles, which drifted between heaven and earth, making millions of Taoist monks feel like they were bathed in sweet rain.
The eyes of King Xia Qiming Blade changed slightly, and a look of fear appeared for the first time.
Only the Holy King of the Underworld was domineering and calm from beginning to end.
Next, several other Taoist saints also sacrificed ancient treasures surrounded by chaotic aura.
"Holy King of the Netherworld, if you don't step into the realm of Taoyuan, it will be extremely difficult for me to kill you."
Taoist Master Luo Wu spoke slowly, and the light of the ancient banner in front of him gradually lit up, "Do you know how many ten thousand years we have prepared to deal with you?"
We have been in seclusion for countless years, and finally, from the remnants of the ten major killing formations in the ancient Taoist books, "Ten Absolute Formations" that can restrain the saint king level!"
"Ten Absolute Formations?"
The Holy King of the Underworld narrowed his eyes slightly, and his words were filled with sighs.
"What a missing name of the formation."
"But just relying on you, a few of you, use imitation magic weapons to inspire imitation formations, and a fake forbidden formation, dare you say that you restrain the Holy King?"
"Hmph, just try it and start the formation!"
Hong Zhi, the president of the Heavenly Daoyuan, shouted loudly, his face turned red, and his breath was full of energy. He raised a non-copper and non-gold treasure mirror high, and in an instant, the golden light shone brightly, shining between the heaven and earth!