In the sky above Sanxian City, Wan Qingyuan was surrounded by eighteen masters of Tianmen.
The eighteen masters are all high -end Sanxian. Among them, the lowest strength is also the nine -robbing Sanxian. There are three eleven calamities Sanxian. Such a terrible lineup can completely sweep the major martial arts in the Western Regions.
Only Tianmen, the dominant sect in the Western Region, can mobilize such a terrifying lineup.
In Sanxian City, countless cultivators were all surprised and shocked by Tianmen's grand gesture this time.
Standing proudly in the void, Wan Qingyuan glanced at the surrounding Tianmen masters, with a solemn look in his eyes, and said with some self-deprecation: "I can let Tianmen show such strength, and I will die without regrets. However, even if I die, I will have to support someone."
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Wan Qingyuan's gown rustled in the wind, and his eyes were extremely sharp.
The dignified Eleven Tribulation Loose Immortal, the pinnacle master of the world of cultivation, even when faced with a desperate situation, his aura of master has not dissipated.
"Well done, you are worthy of being one of the top ten immortals in my casual cultivation domain."
"Okay, a top-notch Sanxian should have such momentum."
"Even if you die, you will be glorious; even if you lose, you will still win!"
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Countless cultivators were all admired by Wan Qingyuan's magnanimity and praised him endlessly. And some young and energetic people even ridiculed the Tianmen master.
When the eighteen Tianmen masters saw this, their faces were gloomy and somewhat ugly.
"Shut up, if you keep talking louder, I will kill you all." A Tianmen master couldn't help but shouted angrily at a group of casual cultivators below.
The cultivators in the city suddenly did not dare to speak, and the fierce power of Tianmen was clearly revealed.
Jun Nitian sneered when he saw this, this Tianmen is really overbearing.
"Your opponent is me, why are you yelling at them?" Wan Qingyuan shouted coldly. He was really afraid that the Tianmen masters would attack the casual cultivators in Sanxian City, which would really result in a river of blood.
Tianmen Dimen has always been very domineering in the Western Region, and bullying the weak is a common thing, otherwise the casual cultivators would not openly support Wan Qingyuan.
"It's just a bunch of ants. I can kill them if I want, but before that I have to kill you, an old man." A Tianmen master said disdainfully.
The group of casual cultivators below heard this and stared angrily.
"Well said, ants are ants, and you, the Eleventh Tribulation Loose Immortal, are also ants in my Tianmen's eyes. I will send you down today to see that dead brother." Another Tianmen master also mocked.
Eighteen Tianmen masters slowly approached, all of them imposing.
Wan Qingyuan looked around, his face solemn and his eyes full of fierce gazes.
"Ants? In the eyes of some people, you are also ants," Wan Qingyuan mocked.
Even if he died, he would still have someone to support him.
At this moment, Wan Qingyuan is a ferocious wolf at the end of his rope, waiting for the last moment to explode.
Tianmen masters also confirmed that they did not take action immediately because they were afraid that Wan Qingyuan would fight to the death. They wanted to use their momentum to overwhelm Wan Qingyuan in order to reduce losses.
"Brother Wan said it well. In my eyes, they are just a few ants."
A loud voice came out from the crowd, and a young man dressed in black came out of the air. This man's black robes were flying in the wind, and his long black hair was still floating, giving him an evil aura.
This person is none other than Jun Nitian, and he finally showed his face at this moment.
"Um?"
Suddenly hearing the sound of "Brother Wan", Wan Qingyuan's whole body trembled. Then he saw a familiar figure walking out of the crowd. Wan Qingyuan couldn't help but his eyes turned red, and he laughed loudly: "
Hahaha, okay! I knew my brother wouldn’t die that easily, and it’s true.”
Looking at Liu Dao's steps, Wan Qingyuan's face was happy 'color'.
In the distance, the eighteen Tianmen masters were also shocked.
"Impossible, how can you live out of the tomb of Mozu?" A master of Tianmen dare not set a channel.
In the Western Region, everyone knows that the Tomb of the Demon Ancestor is terrifying, and anyone who enters it will definitely die. So far, no accident has happened. But Jun Nitian came out alive, which made many Tianmen masters unable to believe it.
"Because the old man, the Demon Ancestor, felt uncomfortable knowing that you trashes were alive, so he asked me to come out and destroy you trashes." Jun Nitian said disdainfully, ants! Ants! These people are just ants in his eyes at this moment.
"Hmph, so what if you come out, if the Demon Ancestor doesn't kill you, I will destroy you today." A Tianmen master snorted coldly, and flashed his body, shooting towards him. A sword light flashed past in the void,
The speed is extremely fast.
"Be careful!" Wan Qingyuan was drinking, but it was too late to stop it.
Jun's eyes turned against the sky, sneered, and a long knife appeared in his hand, and he stopped on the right.
Clang!
There was a cracking sound, and a flying sword shuttled through the void. It was struck by the bloodthirsty knife and shattered into pieces.
"Impossible!" The Tianmen master who came over looked in disbelief. In his memory, it seemed that Jun Nitian didn't have such high strength. How could he destroy his flying sword with one blow and severely injure him?
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"It's impossible, today is your death anniversary."
The same arrogant words came from Jun Nitian's mouth this time.
The light of the bloodthirsty sword surged. Jun turned around and slashed straight away with the sword. The momentum was like a rainbow. The sword light, which was dozens of feet long and penetrated the body, shot out. The terrifying energy contained in it was majestic and roared away.
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Kill with one sword, blood spilled in the sky!
The man's head flew up, but because of the speed, he didn't die immediately. He even saw his own headless body, his face was full of fear, and he wanted to scream but couldn't.
This scene was so horrifying that it shocked everyone.
"It's just an ant." Jun Nitian held the blood-colored long sword horizontally and stood in the air. A wisp of blood left along the blade. The entire blade was spotless in an instant. Under the sunlight, it exuded a frightening light.
The remaining seventeen Tianmen masters were all shocked by Jun Nitian's momentum at this moment.
"Okay... okay... my brother's cultivation has reached such a high level. I'm not as good as me." Wan Qingyuan cried with joy. He just thought that Jun Nitian would be killed, but he didn't expect that Jun Nitian would win a great victory, and his strength would be far greater.
It was beyond his expectation and even beyond his comprehension.
"Brother Wan will rest first, and after I kill these ants, I can have a drink with him."
Jun Nitian laughed loudly, rose up, held a bloodthirsty knife, and killed the seventeen Tianmen masters.
The sword strike just now showed the remaining Tianmen masters how powerful Jun Nitian was, and they immediately formed a large formation and joined forces to fight against Jun Nitian.
"First style!"
"Tianyi Killing Formation!"
Jun Nitian turned over and slashed with his sword, and performed the first move in the ninth stage of Mad Demon. To deal with these ants, the first move was enough.
Seventeen Tianmen masters formed a killing formation. It was Tianmen's famous killing formation and was well known to everyone in the Western Region. Even Wan Qingyuan in the distance was worried about Jun Nitian.
However, Wan Qingyuan's worries are obviously unnecessary.
The sword went straight down, and the terrifying light of the sword directly split their killing formation, and the aftermath killed five Tianmen masters.
The remaining twelve Tianmen were all shocked. Jun Nitian's strength completely frightened them. The two sides were not on the same level at all.
hiss!
Breaking through the killing array with one strike, the aftermath destroyed the five immortals.
Jun Nitian's whole person was as powerful as a rainbow, like a sharp sword, piercing the void with majestic power. That majestic figure made countless casual cultivators below admire him.
"Ants, you can't even block my moves. Why do you call others ants? I think you are the ants."
Jun Nitian's face was full of sarcasm, and he stepped forward slowly. His whole body and the bloodthirsty knife in his hand became one. The knife borrowed the power of others, and the people assisted the power of the knife. The power of destroying everything left ten people in the distance.
The two Tianmen masters looked pale and took a few steps back one by one.
The steps were slow, and Jun Nitian's human-sword aura mixed together and charged towards them.
The terrifying momentum made the twelve Tianmen masters retreat. They couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood. Their faces were pale and they looked at Jun Nitian who was slowly walking towards him in horror.
"Our Tianmen will not let you go." A Tianmen expert looked at Jun Nitian in horror and said decisively. He wanted to use Tianmen to suppress Jun Nitian. If it had been someone else, it would indeed be possible, but he
What he faced was Jun Nitian, the Jun Nitian who dared to challenge even the powerful Immortal Lord.
Jun Nitian looked at him with a mocking look, and said disdainfully: "Tianmen? Come one, I will kill one, come two, I will kill both." After that, he slashed out with a knife, and the sword light appeared through the body, and the force was strong.
If God punishes.
The blood-red blade burst into intense blood light in the sky, dazzling like a blood-red sun.
Bang!
The bloody light exploded, and the sharp sword light cut through the sky.
A huge head rose into the sky.
"Run quickly, run separately!"
The remaining eleven Tianmen masters looked at each other in horror and quickly dispersed.
They were extremely fast and disappeared from everyone's eyes in the blink of an eye.
"Want to leave? Still want to leave under my hands?"
Jun Nitian sneered, stretched out his figure, and eleven rays of light flashed.
Everyone was shocked in the distance, and they found that Jun's against the sky suddenly became eleven people, exactly the same. Then, the eleven monarchs broke the sky and disappeared into the eyes of everyone.
However, for a moment, the void was broken, and Jun went out of the sky, and the bloodthirsty knife in his hand still kept the scarlet blood 'liquid'.
"Brother, how about?" Wan Qingyuan saw Jun's adversity, and quickly came over and asked.
"It's all extinguished!" Jun put away the bloodthirsty knife against the sky and smiled at will.
Wan Qingyuan was shocked when he heard this. He looked at the familiar face in front of him and sighed: "I will look at you with admiration after three days of separation. Brother, your cultivation speed has changed too much... Well, it's too big." He originally wanted to say that he was too perverted.
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"Oh, the elder brother, don't be arrogant, leave, our brother go to a drink." Jun laughed against the sky.
"Okay, happy today, our brother is not drunk!" Wan Qingyuan laughed.
The two fell into the city and found a restaurant to drink heavily.
Thousands of miles away, on top of a majestic mountain peak in Tianmen, at this time, under the setting sun, the scenery is beautiful, and a beautiful jade house sits in it, with three big words written on it: "The Soul Returns to the Pavilion".
The Soul Gui Pavilion is where the strong men of Tianmen place their soul jade slips, and it is guarded at all times.
At this time, in the Soul Gui Pavilion, on the counter of the Supreme Elder, eighteen soul jade slips were broken in a row, making the Tianmen disciples guarding them terrified.
"It's not good, something bad is going to happen."
The guarding disciple hurriedly went to report to the Tianmen Sect Master, shouting and screaming all the way, with a look of horror on his face.