When the battlefield below was in a state of anxiety, the battlefield where five teams were fighting in the air was already clearly differentiated between strong and weak, and the battle situation was slowly tilting.
The old man holding the pipe was actually evenly matched with Demon Lord Taichu, and it was hard to tell the winner for a moment;
The Dragon-Subduing Arhat beat Simon Peter to death, physically and mentally, leaving only a horrified John holding the Holy Grail in his hand, defending it with difficulty, his eyes looking around from time to time, ready to escape at any time;
At this time, Zhang Tianshi also occupied the top position. With a sword in his hand, the Holy Angel was forced to defeat. The Holy Angel's magic and soul attack magical powers seemed to have lost their effect on him;
The monk in splendid clothes was obviously much stronger than Qing Niu, but the diamond bracelet magic weapon in Qing Niu's hand made him very afraid, and he also wanted to have a subtle restraint effect on his magic weapon. Moreover, Qing Niu's skin was rough and thick, so he was occasionally beaten. The last one or two blows just made a groan, and it was obviously difficult to severely damage it. It was also difficult for the monks in splendid robes to win;
The Fuhu Arhat didn't have such good luck. Not only was the Emperor's Crown Ghost Cultivator powerful, but his skills were also weird, and his body skills were also erratic. From the beginning of the battle, he had been passively beaten. In desperation, he even lost the spirit beast he raised. The black-striped tiger was released to meet the enemy, but its heart was scratched by the opponent and died unexpectedly. While feeling distressed, he didn't pay attention and was sent flying by the opponent's punch. There was a series of cracks and explosions, and the ribs on his chest were shattered inch by inch. A bloody arrow spurted out, obviously the injury was serious.
At this time, the figure of the Imperial Crown Ghost Cultivator standing in the air suddenly faded, and after a breath, it turned into dots of starlight and dissipated in the air.
Zhang Tianshi and Dragon Subduing Arhat, who were fighting fiercely next to them, had already covered the whole place with their spiritual consciousness. They immediately noticed the anomaly over there and secretly said: "Not good!"
Immediately, he knocked back his opponent with a fierce move and rushed towards the ring without looking back.
But at this time, they were already a step too late. The sharp claws of the Emperor's Crown Ghost Cultivator had already appeared a few feet above Zhang Yun's head. A pair of ghost eyes flashed with green light, and he grabbed it without hesitation.
Yuanling period monks are the most powerful beings in the world of immortal cultivation on earth, not to mention they are ghost cultivators who are famous for their body skills. No one can stop them at such a close distance, especially Fairy Zixia who is in Zhang Yun's arms. There was no time to react.
Seeing that Zhang Yun was about to burst his brain and die unexpectedly, suddenly a powerful force burst out in his broken world space, breaking away from the constraints of the broken world space. A black ball of light as black as carbon suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of him. Above the head, after a loud bang, a ball of light as black as ink enveloped Zhang Yun and Fairy Zixia.
The ghost claws grabbed by the Emperor's Crown Ghost Cultivator were about to scratch Zhang Yun's head. Just when he was rejoicing, his vision suddenly went dark, and a majestic force launched him into the air, followed by a shrill ghost howl. , the pitch-black ghost claw that grabbed Zhang Yun was broken every inch.
The other big guys standing in the air also looked horrified. The black ball of light below emitted a majestic force of space, which could not help but deflect the attacks of the Emperor's Crown Ghost Cultivator. The power of imprisonment that had been jointly exerted on Zhang Yun was also bounced away at the same time, and Zhang Yun immediately regained control of his consciousness and regained his freedom.
Then the black ball of light disappeared out of thin air in front of the big bosses, along with Zhang Yun and Fairy Zixia inside.
The big bosses in the sky met one by one, and in the end they all shook their heads helplessly. The power contained in the black ball of light was too powerful. They had no time, and they did not have enough strength to intercept it. They could only watch helplessly. I watched the duck fly away.
The black bead that appeared above Zhang Yun's head just now was the strange bead he got from Liulin's storage bag. He had been studying it for a long time and found nothing, but he knew it was no ordinary bead. Ru then casually took it into the Shattered World space. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment of life and death, it miraculously appeared and saved his life.
At the top of Mount Tai, the monks had lost the target they were fighting for, so there was no need to continue fighting. The several bosses in the sky were depressed, and they quickly stopped the monks from the red-eyed factions below. The monks who stopped fighting separated. Several areas gathered together, glaring at the opponents who had just fought to the death, with boundless hatred in their eyes. More than half of the major sects were killed or injured in this battle, which was undoubtedly another major disaster for the earth's immortal world.
Zhang Yun and Zixia are currently in a cold, dark environment. There is no light anywhere they can see. The light ball seems to be moving quickly at this time. There is a faint sound of liquid flowing outside. Occasionally, creatures are knocked away. There was a slight crisp sound, and Zhang Yun felt as if the two of them were on an endless seabed.
Compared with the coldness of the surrounding environment, the inside of the light ball seemed warm, romantic and full of spring at the moment. When the black light ball covered their bodies, Zhang Yun immediately regained consciousness. She felt that there was a hot body nestled in her arms. A large area of her chest was wet with tears. After thinking for a moment, she knew who the beauty in her arms was. Thinking that she was so worried about him, her chest couldn't help but feel warm. She hugged Zixia into her arms with both hands.
Zixia's delicate body trembled slightly, but she did not struggle, but hugged him tightly, murmuring in her mouth: "Yun, just hope you're okay, you scared me just now, what would I do without you? My heart hurts when I think of this, I really can't lose you!"
Zhang Yun's eyes suddenly twitched. He didn't say anything. There was no gorgeous language in the world that could express his deep feelings at this moment. He lowered his head and kissed her trembling lips deeply. The fragrance was fragrant and his teeth were soft. Standing up, the lilac curled up, and Zixia gave her lover her first kiss a little jerkily.
A kiss connects my body and mind only to you, a kiss is as tender as the depth of the sea, a kiss leads heaven and earth to you, a kiss defines everything.
While the two of them were selflessly entangled and desperately seeking, the black ball of light outside suddenly stopped.
With a loud bang, the black ball of light quickly dispersed and turned into a small black bead the size of a pigeon egg, which rolled onto Zhang Yun's hand. Immediately, a milky white soft strong light shot into the eyes of the two of them. The two of them immediately stopped kissing each other. They used their eyes to adjust to the surrounding light before looking around.
The two of them looked at a majestic and vast hall. The walls, roof and ground of the hall were all milky white. They didn't know what materials they were made of. From the center of the hall, clouds of milky white light mist floated from time to time. The mist was in the air. It lingered in the air, illuminating the hall like daylight.
In the thick fog, walking through the fog holding Zixia's catkins, looking at the beauty's pretty and blushing face, holding her hand and growing old together with her, there is a special feeling in my heart.
Taking a breath of the thick milky mist, I felt relaxed and happy, as if I was in a fairyland in a trance.