Also looking pale was Qiu Hua. Although he didn't look back, his spiritual sense could sense the accident on the top of Yulan Mountain, and his expression was extremely ugly for a moment.
I tried every possible means to avoid it, but this worst situation still happened in the end.
There were already dozens of spirit realms around him taking action to disperse the remaining souls that had gathered.
But it couldn't stop Zong Shou himself. Without the millions of wooden vines, there was no Bagua Golden Lock Formation to block the space.
The time and space within a thousand feet only shook. The figure with a pair of huge black wings flashed through the air and arrived hundreds of feet away. The bloody sword in his hand forcibly drained away all the soul power around him in an instant!
As these soul powers gathered together, Zong Shou's Qi became more and more dangerous.
Qiuhua's heart tightened. Only then did he realize why his master was so afraid of this person. He went all out, leaving no trace of strength behind.
This man, you really can’t give him half a chance!
But he still sneered. At this time, there were three people beside him, running back quickly. They were all in the middle stage of the spiritual realm and the best among the same sect.
It's just a guardian spirit pet. The problem of scabies is not worth a cent. It can be solved with a snap of your fingers.
The Zhenwu giant sword struck down again. With a loud bang, Zong Shou was once again thrown hundreds of feet away. Ice appeared all around him.
The giant fiery ax followed closely behind and fell across the sky with another sharp clang.
Zong Shou, with his sword in hand, fell sharply down, but was knocked down from the air by the huge force!
The black flames all over his body also shattered.
Qiuhua dodged and reached the ground. A ball of pale white flames spread out, spread ten feet, and then rushed upwards, corroding everything around it.
Under the ground, holes were instantly corroded. But above, there was Zong Shou!
"Is this your master's back-up plan? It's a pity that you underestimated the methods of my Taoist sect! Master, he has already arranged precautions to avoid accidents. Only you, the silver fire ant queen, can break this murderous situation. But still
It’s too late to do anything—”
Before the voice fell, Xiao Jin's pair of black thunder wings suddenly rolled up. The weakened Lei Lie Qianhua collided with the white flames. The energy roared. Xiao Jin's body flew up involuntarily.
The thunder wings dissipated, but it also relieved Zong Shou from the danger of being eaten by the eclipse fire.
Its strength has reached the spiritual realm, and it has copied Zong Shou's dual-vein body and the Tianyuan Transformation Technique. Its power is so powerful that it is even better than Zong Shou.
At this time, there were no more than a dozen spiritual realm monks to besiege him, and he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
In just an instant, the thousand-foot-long black thunder wings behind Xiao Jin returned to their original state.
At this time, Zong Shou also stabilized his figure and glanced at the top of the mountain. He saw a true martial swordsman over there. He suddenly muttered something. He crushed a crystal of seven colors and sprinkled it on the place in front of him.
On top of the peach wood statue.
As the seven-colored brilliance circulated, the divine power of the incarnation of the Wanmu Qing Emperor once again returned to its original state, and its momentum was blazing again.
Zong Shou didn't know what it was and didn't bother to identify it. He only knew that Han Xi had bought him enough time!
He dodged again and reached an altitude of four thousand feet, continuing to climb higher. His spiritual thoughts had already locked the incarnation of the True Martial Lord from a distance.
Qiuhua was exhausted for a moment and did not pursue him. He only watched Zong Shou flying through the sky again with an indifferent expression.
"Your Majesty, are you planning to escape? Unfortunately, although we no longer have the Eight Trigrams Golden Lock Formation to prevent your Majesty from escaping, we can still manage to do it!"
A series of golden lights suddenly shone above Zong Shou's head. Countless purple-gold thunder lights suddenly erupted and impacted downwards.
Another voice, Yi followed closely: "This road is blocked, please get out of here!"
But it was a Taoist wearing a silver robe, with thunder seals on his hands, standing in the air, guiding countless golden thunders to fill the air.
In addition, there are countless fragments of golden light flashing inside.
With just a slight touch of spiritual consciousness, countless half-moon-shaped blades less than the size of a finger can be emitted, flying back and forth in the electric light with lightning speed, extremely fast, and extremely sharp.
Just one person will seal the entire airspace nearby.
When Zong Shou heard this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. Escape? He came here and never thought of escaping.
At this location, it is almost the best place to draw the sword!
Within the soul sea, the green flames are already spreading everywhere, occupying every space.
That unmatched sword intent suddenly surged around him. With just this intent, all the golden lightning in the sky and the scattered blade light were shot up.
His figure also stopped abruptly, his eyes gleaming sharply as he stared at the Zhenwu God Lord thousands of feet away.
Time, speed up!
Space, fold!
Cause and effect, inversion!
Destiny, locked!
The use of almost every law drained nearly half of the soul power in his soul sea.
But the green fire could always restore his soul to its saturated state in the next moment.
Dozens of spiritual cultivators around him also felt this unusually dangerous aura. They suppressed their fearful instincts, and all their magical weapons and spiritual techniques attacked violently.
At this time, Qiuhua was flying in the sky again, the blood on her face faded for a moment. Her thoughts were confused, and her eyes were full of surprise and uncertainty.
What kind of magical power was this Zong Shou using? Why was this energy so terrifying? He was frightened and subconsciously wanted to retreat.
His heart was beating violently, and Qiuhua roared at the top of his lungs: "Be careful of the True Martial God Lord!"
Before he could finish his words, on the top of Yulan Mountain, the seven Zhenwu swordsmen who were offering sacrifices to the incarnation of the Zhenwu God Lord all had stern expressions. They formed spirit arts in their hands, and a cloud of blood mist burst out from all over their bodies.
, rushed towards the Zhenwu statue in front, dyeing the statue made of thousand-year-old peach wood into blood red.
The incarnation of the Zhenwu God Lord also surged in momentum. His seven-hundred-foot-long body was stained with a layer of blood. Under the pressure of Zong Shou's terrifying sword intent, he refused to retreat but advanced. The Zhenwu heavy sword in his hand struck again.
The sword power is nearly twice as powerful as before!
Zong Shou narrowed his eyes slightly, and then his mood calmed down as before. When a dog is anxious, it will bite people and jump over the wall, struggling to its death, so there is nothing surprising.
At this moment, within his soul sea, a black flower suddenly bloomed, brilliant and beautiful.
The dark epiphyllum, which had accumulated more than ten years of soul power, surged out overnight. It immediately detonated his soul. The vast soul energy impacted every corner of the soul sea. It also brought the power of the four laws,
All enhanced to the extreme.
In the left sleeve, a total of thirty ninth-level spiritual stones exploded simultaneously.
The Platinum of Nine Nine Dragon Shadows!
People followed the force of the sword, and Zong Shou and his sword turned into a sharp white light, as misty as smoke, and charged forward.
As a result, all the magic weapons and magic spells of dozens of spiritual realm monks were in vain.
Qiuhua was stunned when he saw the white light intertwined with the Zhenwu heavy sword. In just a blink of an eye, the giant sword condensed with divine power was forcibly scattered and defeated.
Then the misty white light flashed slightly. It actually forcibly broke the 700-foot-long body of the incarnation of Zhenwu into two halves.
At first, there was a tendency to reunite, but then it irreversibly collapsed, and black light scattered in all directions.
The tidal wave of ice and ice that filled the sky finally fell to the ground.
Qiuhua's heart sank again, knowing that this was the core of the divine power of Zhenwu's incarnation, and it had been chopped into pieces!
Looking at the top of Yulan Mountain, it is true that the statue of Zhenwu God has been shattered into pieces.
Countless divine powers collapsed, followed closely by a flash of silver-white brilliance, and with a twist, all the divine powers in the statue were sucked into the body.
However, he let out a giggle like a girl's silver bell and continued to fly through the air, escaping from the thunder.
After slaying Lord Zhenwu, Zong Shou's sword power was still unstoppable. With a single slash, he forced away the dozens of spirit realms following him.
Then he stood in the air, slightly lost. He felt that there seemed to be something more in his soul at this moment.
Before, he couldn't swallow even half of this divine power despite all his efforts. At this time, he only used the technique of swallowing Tianyuan and inhaling it for a while, and it had already poured into this body.
However, there are also billions of thoughts inside, which then impact.
Although these thoughts are small, they are huge in number, and they are like a mighty river. Regardless of whether they are ignored, they will rush into the sea of his soul.
Sure enough! The so-called gods are the collective wishes of hundreds of millions of people——
He didn't think much about it, and he didn't have time to think about it. To deal with this, it was best to use the nameless sword in his hand.
As soon as the sword was sucked, countless green fires burned angrily. But the soul power of the Epiphyllum had not retreated yet.
Holding back the surge and pain in his soul, Zong Shou turned to look at another incarnation of a god with his eyes as sharp as a torch.
Time, speed up!
Space, fold!
Cause and effect, inversion!
Destiny, locked!
The power of the law locked the Huoming True Lord away. The bloody sword in Zong Shou's hand also spat out a ball of sword light again, hesitating.
Nine-nine dragon shadows of black and yellow!
If the previous sword was unstoppable and could cut off everything! Then this sword is thick - as thick as a mountain, like the fall of the earth!
At an altitude of five thousand feet, a condescending sword slashed down at the True Lord Huoming!
The sword glowed across the sky and turned into a giant of thousands of feet. The incarnation of True Lord Huoming also roared at this time and held the giant ax in front of him.
Then there was a loud sound of 'Keng', and the entire space suddenly shrank and collapsed! Then countless Gang Jin exploded violently.
Then the raging flames were immediately extinguished. In just one breath, they were all gone.
Huo Ming's divine body was also dissipating. Under the impact of the vast and brilliant sword light, they disintegrated one after another. Starting from the arms, it quickly spread to the chest and legs.
He was still mighty and tyrannical before, but at this moment, it turned into fragments of divine power, which was absorbed into the body by Zong Shou's technique of Devouring Heaven and Yuan Transformation.
And those dozens of spirit realms were all stunned in the air at this moment, watching helplessly as another mahogany statue disintegrated on the top of Yulan Mountain.
Zong Shouze frowned. Only a very small part of the divine power he had absorbed was transformed into true energy. Most of the rest sank into his body and disappeared.
Unable to find it, Zong Shou had no choice but to look back at the crowd with an unpredictable look in his eyes. {Piaotian Literature www.ptwxz.com thanks all book friends for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}