"If we dare to come and take people, we will naturally have the confidence to take people. If we only have this strength, don't humiliate ourselves and throw the face of the Heavenly Divine Ancestor."
All directions were silent, obviously they were scared by the words of the Son of God Jueying.
Even Luo Tianxi on the Supreme Throne couldn't stop his face, and he held the handrail tightly with his right hand.
His eyes flashed and he saw some other things. These three people should not be as simple as getting someone.
After being suppressed by Tianmen for so long, can't everyone hold back?
When Luo Tianxi thought of this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"It's not right."
Beside Xiong Tiannan, Ao Jue looked at the Tianhuang Divine Platform and said softly.
"What does it mean?"
Xiongtian doesn't understand.
Ao Jue said: "These three people are a bit too high-profile. They are obviously coming for Lin Yun, but they first provoked the Heavenly Lord, but now even the God Ancestor has begun to provoke?"
Xiongtian couldn't scratch his head. He was a rough man and really didn't understand these twists and turns.
Seeing that he still didn't understand, Ao Jue pondered: "The real purpose of these three people may be for Tianmen, and Lin Yun was just by the way."
"Impossible, who dares to provoke Tianmen?"
Xiongtian couldn't be surprised.
Ao Jue was born into a demonic Taoist, with a delicate mind, and smiled and said, "To put it bluntly, there was only one chief who died in the Dao Zong and Tianjian Tower. Although the influence was great, did these three people really kill to Tianmen in person?"
"This is just an excuse. Taking Lin Yun as an opportunity to suppress the reputation of the feast in heaven is the real purpose."
"After so many years of feasting, the disciples of the God Ancestor grew up, they were all spread across the three thousand worlds. What a huge network of power relations. It is absolutely fake to say that Daozong doesn't envy him. You must know
They are also powerful in the ancestral realm.”
"It just so happens... the Son of God in this class of Tianmen has not been truly born, and there is no more suitable opportunity than this. Once the young master of Tianmen is swept by them, think about the next Tiancheng feast can be held, right?"
Xiong Tiannan then suddenly realized and said in surprise: "What should I do?"
Ao Jue spread his hands and said, "There is no way, this is an open conspiracy. Feng Yuan said it was scary. In fact, the Heavenly Lord could not kill him, and the other Venerables could not take action. This would not only be embarrassing, but also throw away the bottom | pants.
Now.”
Not only did he survive, some of the monsters at the Holy Heaven Academy's viewing table gradually realized something was wrong.
As for the Tianmen, they were even more anxious, and they all held their breath.
The son of the God of Jueying Jiang Yi looked arrogant and looked down on all directions, and said softly: "Is there no one? The God Ancestor's personal strength is this?"
This attitude is arrogant and domineering. The disciples of the Tianmen looked extremely ugly, and they gritted their teeth in anger.
But the four sides were silent and did not respond to Jiang Yi's voice. The strength he showed was too terrifying and amazing.
Many people looked at Feng Buyu, and looked at Ye Wuhen and Xia Qingyun who had not yet grown up, as well as some other divine groups who had been personally circulated.
Ye Wuhen was young and energetic and wanted to fight, but he still couldn't see Jiang Yi's background. Xia Qingyun held him down and refused to let him take action.
He is the future son of the god of Tianmen, and is a peerless genius destined to be famous in the Three Thousand Worlds and shines in an era. He must not be defeated before he rises.
Lin Yun's eyes flashed and he pondered in his heart, really thinking I am a transparent person?
Do you think I am not strong enough and can I knead it at will?
Or was it going for Tianmen?
I'm afraid there are both.
Jiang Yi suddenly laughed and said in a deep voice: "Is there really no one to fight with me in Nuodatian Gate?"
At this moment, a figure suddenly stood up under the Supreme Throne, his eyes sharp and his expression was cold, and he pondered: "Is there really no one in the Heavenly Gate? You are the Son of God, I know you are defeated, but I still have the courage to fight with you.
.Wei Wuding from Tianmen, please give me advice!"⑧①ZW.??m
At the same time, another person stood up.
"Yan Xiu, please give me advice!"
Yan Xiu and Wei Wuding stood up together, each unfolded their body skills, and landed on the Tianhuang Divine Platform.
The eyes suddenly lit up and the emotions became high.
These two people are not as famous as Feng Buyu and Ye Wuhen, but their cultivation is extremely terrifying, and they are relatively low-key in their personal disciples.
The son of the Jueying God Jiang Yi sneered, with a playful look on his face, and said lightly: "Let's go together, otherwise I can't test my depth."
He knew very well that Feng Buyu did this to expose some real trump cards.
"Tianyao Divine Fist!"
Wei Wuding took the lead, and the thick holy Yuan burst out directly, and the fist light condensed into a blood-colored light roaring.
“Good come.”
Jiang Yi laughed loudly and slapped another palm light across the air.
The fist light and the palm light collided, making a huge sound, the air waves surged, and the space fluctuated.
The terrifying energy scattered, and the entire Tianhuang Divine Platform trembled. Wei Wuding took a few steps back, but he was not defeated by the other party in the end.
Jiang Yi's eyes flashed with a strange color and said with a smile: "Something is a bit, but not much. Your cultivation level is far from that of a person."
“It hasn’t started yet!”
Anger flashed in Wei Wuding's eyes, and Tianyao's divine fist activated again and killed him again.
"Then let me see it."
Jiang Yi's face was rude, and golden light surged on his body, and then the golden light rushed towards the four directions like a wave of water.
call!
In the blink of an eye, Wei Wuding, who was bullied, was enveloped in it. Jiang Yi stood with his hands behind his back and faced his opponent with only one hand.
Under the golden light, Wei Wuding was surprised to find that his holy Yuan was disappearing wildly and was swallowed by the other party little by little.
After just ten moves, Wei Wuding's face changed completely. The consumption of the Holy Yuan was too much, and he could not bear it anymore.
"How did this be done? It seems that my holy soul was sucked away by him..."
Wei Wuding was extremely surprised. His biggest advantage was his profound cultivation and the vastness of the Holy Yuan was beyond imagination.
The Tianyao Divine Art he practiced is a saint who can accommodate ten times or even dozens of times more than ordinary people.
Because of his special physique, the Divine Ancestor gave him this technique.
The situation is extremely dangerous. After more than ten moves, Wei Wuding finally couldn't bear being shaken away.
He looked pale and had a little more white hair on his head, as if he was aged for decades.
On the other hand, Jiang Yi not only did not retreat in half a step, but also had a thriving divine light, as if he had not consumed a little holy essence, and even had improved his cultivation.
"It seems to be the Great Forefacial God Art of Jueying Temple, which is even more sophisticated than the Way of Devouring, which is simply outrageous."
"This technique is extremely evil. If you are not careful, you will easily become mentally confused. Jiang Yi has achieved great success in the magic technique."
Everyone was shocked, and their eyes showed a look of extreme fear. This was really evil.
Yan Xiu, who came down with Wei Wuding, saw that the former was defeated, immediately rushed over with his sword.
He is a sword cultivator. In his early years, he was also famous in Tianmen. He was good at 18 different supreme holy paths. Without exception, he all integrated into the sword path and cultivated into the unique Qiankun Sword Domain.
At this moment, he stabbed out with a sword, and the eighteen kinds of visions of the Supreme Holy Way showed one by one and merged with the sword intent, turning into a whirlpool-like sword energy and strangled towards the other party.
The Qiankun Sword Domain is extremely powerful, with the sword light flashing, and the vortex seems to involve the world.
Even Jiang Yi frowned slightly. The golden light on his body could not spread, and it was all shattered by the sword energy, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Everyone's eyes lit up, and the sword cultivator seemed to be somewhat restraining Jiang Yi.
"Qiankun Sword Dance!"
Yan Xiu danced with the sword, the heaven and earth turned around, and the space became extremely blurred.
The person who saw it exclaimed that Yan Xiu's swordsmanship was much better than Ji Changkong.
If you just look at the momentum, you will even be better than Lin Yun.
"What a strong sword momentum, although the sword intent is not as good as Lin Yun, the general trend of this sword light is even better."
"After all, it was passed down by God's ancestors, and there were some means."
"Yan Xiu is going to move back some scenes."
...
Many monks who have been watching the battle calmly analyzed, but they did not dare to draw any conclusions. They can only say that they may move back to some situations.
But no one noticed that although Jiang Yi was retreating, his right hand, which was behind him, had not moved.
Bang!
Suddenly, his right hand, which was hiding behind, suddenly stretched out, and his hands were closed together.
"The Great Light of Foresight!"
The moment Jiang Yi clasped his hands together, he burst out with dazzling and unimaginable light.
The light surged, and with just a flash of shock, the opponent's majestic sword was swallowed up.
Then he slapped it out with a palm, and the Buddha sounded in the world and a palm with a swastika symbol roared up.
With a loud bang, the Qiankun Sword Domain shattered in response to the sound.
Seeing this scene, everyone looked shocked and did not expect that the Great Wuxiang Divine Art would be so powerful.
Yan Xiu's boundless sword was scattered all over the ground, like beads making ping-pong sounds, and the holy sword in his hand was also shaken away.
But at a desperate situation, a cold and harsh look flashed in his eyes, without any look of retreat or fear, and calmly launched a desperate kill.
He pinched his left hand and made a move with his right hand through the air. The holy sword turned into a storm and flew towards his right hand.
Rumble!
The sword scattered on the ground lit up one hundred and eight pillars of light soared into the sky, and the sword scattered down to the bottom of the valley scattered.
In an instant, the wind and clouds changed, and such a magnificent sword force directly reflected a vast scroll in the sky.
It is like an immortal holding a pen, magnificent and illuminating the heavens.
Everyone suddenly exclaimed, it was really shocking that Yan Xiu could even burst out such a killer move in desperate situation.
Even Lin Yun couldn't help but praise him secretly, he deserved to be a sword cultivator, he was a sword saint.
But something even more surprising happened. Jiang Yi pushed his hands into the sky and shouted: "Everything is one!"
After he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and sucked violently, and banged!
All kinds of visions in the world were swallowed by him, and one hundred and eight pillars of light, the scrolls of the sky, the scattered starlight, and even Yan Xiu's holy sword were swallowed.
The moment the holy sword was about to be held by Yan Xiu, he swallowed it in. After all, this killer move was unable to be used.
The originally terrifying momentum disappeared, and the storm of the Heavenly Divine Typhoon was calm.
Yan Xiu's chin was stunned and said in disbelief: "How is this... possible..."
Jiang Yi said lazily: "What's impossible? A look of no knowledge. The sword art is an alien in heaven and earth, and it has never been an eternal way. But each sword cultivator always pretends to be unwilling to give in."
"I've obviously lost, but I still have to fight for my life. Is it necessary? So I really hate sword cultivators."
Before he finished speaking, he patted a palm from the air and knocked the shocked Jiang Yi out directly, and kept hitting the Qinglong Temple before stopping.
Buzz!
The Qinglong Temple made a buzzing sound. After Yan Xiu fell down, his bones were broken, and his body collapsed like mud.