At this moment, Qin Chen looked ahead and saw figures falling down one after another. If he continued, no one of these people could escape.
Even Lingwu Liang, Mo Yunyan, and Duan Shanhe would die of exhaustion here.
"These bastards deserve their punishment."
Yi Lingzhi said with a hint of resentment in her tone at this moment.
Tang Ming died in the hands of Tianwu Dao people, and the holy realms of the four directions were also inseparable from it.
This time, after catching them all in one fell swoop, we can easily attack the demons in the Rainbow Sanctuary.
Otherwise, these five parties have always provided shelter for the demons. Even if they try their best to encircle and suppress the demons, it is just ridiculous.
At this moment, Qin Chen looked around, and the blood was getting thicker and thicker.
Lingwu Liang roared at this moment: "Qin Chen, you will not die well!"
He saw his son being killed with his own eyes, but was unable to stop it.
Qin Chen looked grim at this moment.
"When the demons invaded the Tianhong Sanctuary, how many creatures died in the Tianhong Sanctuary?"
"Everyone united and killed the demons, and then the situation was stabilized."
"But you are secretly collaborating with the demon clan to seek your own personal gain and allow the demon clan to develop."
"Even if people like you die, I, Qin Chen, won't feel any guilt at all."
Mo Yunyan scolded: "Who is a martial artist in this world? Everyone is fighting for fame and fortune for themselves. If you don't care about yourself, can't others care about you?"
"The struggle for fame and fortune is within the human world, but foreign invaders want to destroy your entire race, and you still cooperate with them?"
"Hmph, the demons are not that capable!"
When Qin Chen heard this, he sneered and said: "If he was so capable, instead of cooperating with you to seek benefits now, he would directly take the dog's head from your neck, kidnap your wife, daughters and sons, and destroy all of you.
Clan!"
"you……"
Qin Chen said again: "Since you are going to die, why don't you take a few demons to support you? Tell me where the existence of demons is located in the Tianhong Sanctuary!"
"You are so capable, go find it yourself." Duan Shanhe roared.
At this moment, beside him, several saint kings of the Duanqing clan fell.
How difficult it is to cultivate a holy king.
But at this moment, the speed of death is getting faster and faster.
In less than one stick of incense, thousands of people died, and less than two hundred people were left.
too fast.
If time goes on, they will all die here.
On the other hand, Qin Chen's group of people were on the altar, quietly watching them die one by one.
"I can not be reconciled!"
At this moment, Lingwu Liang roared, and the sound spread hundreds of miles.
He has just reached the first level of the Holy Emperor and entered the gate of the new world. His life span has been extended and he can pursue a higher realm again, but he will die here.
Swish, swish, swish...
At this moment, the holy warriors from all directions are feeling discouraged.
Suddenly, outside the huge valley, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air.
At this moment, a flag glowing with pale yellow light came into the wind.
The pale yellow flag was three feet high, fluttering in the strong wind, and rushed into the valley.
But when the flag flew towards them, only a long streamer was seen, breaking through the sky.
The long flags moved with the wind, whistling out and shining in all directions.
Boom...
A dull explosion sounded at this moment.
Above the long flag, there is a figure with white hair, but his figure is vigorous and murderous.
At this moment, another sound broke through the air.
A huge writing brush, more than ten feet long, with velvety hairs on the tip, with dots of ink, like black needlepoints, releasing a terrifying cold air.
On the huge brush holder, there is a figure, dressed in black, tall and straight, with silver hair, but quite handsome and delicate appearance.
At the same time, rays of light shone in all directions, and a ray of light seemed to travel hundreds of miles, shining at this moment.
Within the pillar of light formed by the light, a person was walking with his hands behind his back, like a fairy in the mirror.
not only that.
Outside the spacious passage, a long sword with radiant light was slashed directly at this moment, directly splitting the ninety-nine images of holy beasts in the sky.
Above the holy sword, a figure with disheveled hair fell down.
At the same time, all I could hear was a buzzing sound.
As the rumbling sound rang out, a giant cauldron descended from the sky and smashed into Panlong.
There was a sonorous sound, the giant cauldron was bounced away, and the coiled dragon's body was trembling at this moment.
At this moment, everyone's face turned pale.
That kind of terrifying fluctuation enveloped almost every one of them, making people panic and panic.
"Tianwu Dao, Tianwukui!" Haotian looked at the old man standing on a long banner and holding a flag, and exclaimed: "Wind Chanting Flag, Hun Lei Banner!"
"Mo Yunchen, Mo Yun's holy weapon Tianyuan ink pen!"
"Jing Feixian, the inverted moon holy mirror of Mirror Moon Cave."
"The Clan of Broken Love, the Sadness of Broken Love, the Holy Sword of Broken Hearts!"
"Lingwu moves the sky, the Lingwu family's Lingding and Wudun!"
At this moment, Haotian looked at the several figures that appeared, as well as the several sacred weapons that were powerful enough to block the light of the sky, and said slowly.
These sacred artifacts were the ultimate inherited sacred artifacts from the Five Directions Holy Realm back then.
And those five people were the decisive powerhouses of the five forces 50,000 years ago. At that time, they were already in the realm of the Holy Emperor.
At this moment, it appears here again.
"You...are actually not dead." Yi Lingzhi said with an indifferent expression at this moment.
At this moment, Tian Wukui, who was full of white hair and had a vicissitude of appearance, burst out with strong murderous aura from his burly body, and hummed: "Little Qin Chen, give back the lives of hundreds of people from my Tianwu Dao clan!"
With one word of drink, the Wind Chanting Flag and Hun Lei Banner in his hands released wind blades and thunder, rushing directly towards the coiled dragon that enveloped everyone.
boom……
The wind blade and thunder dragon broke apart at this moment.
Everyone was heartbroken.
At this time, Mo Yunchen held the Tianyuan ink pen and drew dozens of strokes in succession, which directly caused the statue on the mountain, along with the sacred patterns, to explode with a bang.
As for the Mirror Feixian, an ancient mirror with a diameter of one meter in his hand released rays of light. Wherever it passed, statues of the heads of sacred beasts also exploded to pieces.
Duan Qingshang was even more simple and direct at this moment. With one swing of his sword, the mountain was peeled off with a layer of stone and soil.
At this moment, Lingwu moved the sky, holding a shield, and swung the Lingding cauldron, smashing it to one side, causing the entire mountain to shake.
The aura of terror almost enveloped the entire valley.
The phantom attacks of those holy beasts finally stopped at this moment.
The five of them, Lingwu Liang, Duan Shanhe, Jing Zhongyu, Yue Hanying, and Mo Yunyan, were panting and terrified at this moment.
If it hadn't been for the arrival of the five ancestors, they might have ended up here today.
At this moment, outside the valley, the sound of breaking through the air sounded again.
There were only about twenty people in sight. Upon closer inspection, they all looked extremely old, but the aura erupting from their bodies was none weaker than Lingwu Liang and Mo Yunyan.
There are more than twenty people, all of whom are at the Holy Emperor level.