"If we dare to come and take people, we naturally have the confidence to take them. If we only have this strength, we should not humiliate ourselves and lose the face of the ancestor of Tianhuang."
Everyone was silent, obviously frightened by the words of the Jueying Son of God.
Even Luo Tianxi, who was sitting on the Supreme Throne, looked a little helpless, holding the armrest tightly with his right hand.
His eyes flickered, and he saw something else. These three people probably weren't just here to get someone.
After being suppressed by Tianmen for so long, can no one of them be restrained anymore?
When Luo Tianxi thought of this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Something's not right."
With Xiong Tiannan beside him, Ao Jue looked at the Tianhuang Divine Platform and said softly.
"What do you mean?"
It’s hard for Xiongtian to understand.
Ao Jue said: "These three people are a bit too high-profile. They obviously came for Lin Yun, but first they provoked the Heavenly Lord, and now even the Divine Ancestor has begun to provoke them?"
Xiongtian Nan scratched 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 muttered: "The real purpose of these three people may be to come to Tianmen, Lin Yun is just passing by."
"Impossible, who dares to provoke Tianmen?"
Xiong Tian Nan said in surprise.
Ao Jue, who was born in the devil's path, has a delicate mind and said with a smile: "To put it bluntly, only one chief of Dao Sect and Tianjian Tower died. Although the impact is great, is it really that these three people committed suicide in Tianmen themselves?"
"This is just an excuse. Using Lin Yun as an opportunity to suppress the reputation of Tianhuang Feast is the real purpose."
"After so many years of holding heavenly feasts again and again, the direct disciples of the Divine Ancestor have grown up and spread all over the three thousand worlds. This is such a huge power network. If Dao Zong says that he is not envious, it is absolutely false. You must know
They are also powerful in the ancestral realm."
"It just so happens... Tianmen's current generation of gods has not yet been truly born, so there is no more suitable opportunity than this. Once Tianmen's young leaders are swept away by them, do you think the next Tianhuang Feast can still be held?"
Xiong Tiannan suddenly realized and asked in surprise: "What should we do?"
Aojue spread his hands and said: "There is no way, this is a conspiracy. What Feng Yuan said is scary, in fact it is impossible for Tianzun to kill him, and other sages can't take action either. This will not only make him embarrassed, but also lose his pants.
Already."
Not only Aojue, but also some monsters in the spectator seats of Shengtianyuan also gradually realized that something was not right.
As for the people above and below Tianmen, they were even more anxious, and everyone was holding their breath.
Jiang Yi, the son of Jueying God, looked arrogant, looked in all directions, and said softly: "Is there no one left? Is this the strength that the ancestor of the gods personally conveyed?"
This attitude can be described as arrogant and domineering. All the Tianmen disciples looked extremely ugly and gnashed their teeth angrily.
But there was silence in all directions, and there was no response to Jiang Yi's voice. The strength he showed was too terrifying and astonishing.
Many people focused their attention on Feng Buyu, and then looked at Ye Wuhen and Xia Qingyun, who had not yet grown up, as well as some other direct descendants of the God Group.
Ye Wuhen was young and energetic and wanted to fight for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out Jiang Yi's true identity. Xia Qingyun held him down and wouldn't let him make a move at all.
He is the future Son of God of the Tianmen, a peerless genius who is destined to be famous in the three thousand worlds and shine for an era. He must not be defeated before he rises.
Lin Yun's eyes flickered and he thought to himself, do you really think I am a transparent person?
Do you think I am not strong enough and can knead at will?
Or were you heading towards Tianmen in the first place?
I'm afraid it's both.
Jiang Yi suddenly laughed and said in a deep voice: "Nuoda Tianmen, can't you really find someone who can fight with me?"
At this moment, a figure under the Supreme Throne suddenly stood up, with sharp eyes and a cold expression, and said in a deep voice: "Is there really no one in Tianmen? You are the Son of God, and I know that I am invincible, but I still have the courage to fight with you.
Yan Xiu and Wei Wuding stood up together, unfolded their body movements, and landed on the Tianhuang Divine Platform.
Tianmen's eyes suddenly lit up, and their moods 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 existences of direct disciples.
Jiang Yi, the son of the Jueying God, sneered, with a playful look on his face, and said lightly: "Let's go together, otherwise you won't be able to test my depth."
He knew full well that Feng Buyu did this because he wanted to expose some of his real trump cards.
"Tianyao Divine Fist!"
Wei Wuding was the first to take action, and the powerful Holy Yuan erupted directly, and the light from his fist condensed into a streak of bloody lightning and roared towards him.
"Well come."
Jiang Yi laughed loudly and shot out another palm light from the air.
The fist light and the palm light collided together, making a huge roar, air waves surged, and the space vibrated.
The terrifying energy scattered out, and the entire Tianhuang Divine Platform trembled. Wei Wuding took a few steps back, but in the end he was not defeated by the opponent's palm.
A strange color flashed in Jiang Yi's eyes, and he said with a smile: "Something, but not much. Your cultivation level is far beyond what anyone can compare to."
"It hasn't started yet!"
Anger flashed in Wei Wuding's eyes, and he activated the Tianyao Divine Fist again and killed him again.
"Then let me see it."
Jiang Yi's face turned pale, golden light surged from his body, and then this golden light surged in all directions like water waves.
call!
In the blink of an eye, Wei Wuding, who was approaching him, was enveloped in it. Jiang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, using only one hand to fight against his opponent.
Under the golden light, Wei Wuding was surprised to find that his Saint Yuan was disappearing crazily, being swallowed up bit by bit by the opponent.
After only ten moves, Wei Wuding's expression changed completely. The Holy Yuan was consumed too much, and he couldn't bear it anymore.
"How did you do this? It seems like my Holy Yuan has been sucked away by him..."
Wei Wuding was extremely surprised. His greatest advantage was his profound cultivation, and the majesty of the Holy Yuan was far beyond what anyone could imagine.
The Tianyao Divine Technique he practiced is a miraculous skill that can hold ten times or even dozens of times more Saint Yuan than ordinary people.
Because of his special physique, the Divine Ancestor gave him this skill.
The current situation was extremely dangerous, and after more than ten moves, Wei Wuding finally couldn't bear it and was knocked out.
He looked pale, with some white hair on his head, and looked extremely haggard, as if he had aged for decades.
On the other hand, not only did Jiang Yi not retreat even half a step, but he was also radiant with energy, as if he had not consumed any holy energy at all, and had even improved his cultivation.
"It seems to be the Great Formless Divine Technique of the Jueying Temple. It is a better method than the Devouring Way. It is simply outrageous."
"This technique is extremely evil. If you are not careful, you can easily become insane. Jiang Yi must have mastered the magic technique."
Everyone was shocked, with extremely fearful looks in their eyes. This was really weird.
Yan Xiu, who came down with Wei Wuding, saw that the former was defeated and immediately drew his sword and killed him.
He is a sword cultivator, and he was famous in Tianmen in his early years. He is good at eighteen different supreme holy ways. Without exception, they are all integrated into the swordsmanship, and he has cultivated the unique Qiankun Sword Domain.
At this moment, he stabbed out with his sword, and the eighteen visions of the Supreme Holy Path were displayed one by one and blended with the sword intention, turning into a whirlpool of sword energy and strangled the opponent.
The Qiankun Sword Domain is extremely powerful, the sword light flashes, and the whirlpool seems to involve the heaven and earth in it.
Even Jiang Yi frowned slightly. The golden light on his body could not spread and was crushed by the sword energy. He couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Everyone's eyes lit up, the sword cultivator's methods seemed to be somewhat restrained by Jiang Yi.
"Qiankun Sword Dance!"
Yan Xiu danced with the sword, the heaven and earth reversed around him, and the space became extremely blurry.
The people watching were amazed, this Yan Xiu's swordsmanship was much better than Ji Changkong's.
If you just look at his momentum, he is even more powerful than Lin Yun.
"What a powerful sword. Although the sword's intention is not as good as Lin Yun's, the momentum stirred up by the sword's light is even worse."
"After all, it is inherited from the divine ancestor, and there are still some tricks."
"Yan Xiu is going to move back some scenes."
…
Many monks who had been watching the battle calmly analyzed it, but they did not dare to draw any conclusions. They could only say that it was possible to reverse the situation.
But no one noticed that although Jiang Yi was retreating, his right hand behind his back had not actually moved.
Bang!
Suddenly, his right hand hidden behind thrust out, and his hands clasped together.
"The Great Formless Light!"
The moment Jiang Yi put his hands together, an unimaginably dazzling light burst out.
The surging light engulfed the opponent's majestic sword in just a flash.
Then he struck out with one palm, the sound of Buddha echoed in the sky and the earth, and a palm light shining with the swastika symbol roared into the sky.
There was a loud bang, and the Qiankun Sword Domain shattered in response.
Seeing this scene, everyone looked shocked. They did not expect that the Great Formless Divine Technique would be so powerful.
Yan Xiu's boundless sword power was scattered all over the ground, like small and large beads pinging, and the holy sword in his hand was also knocked away.
But in the desperate situation, a cold and stern look flashed in his eyes, and he calmly launched the killing blow without any flinch or fear.
He kneaded the secret with his left hand and made a move with his right hand. The holy sword turned into a giant and flew toward his right hand.
Boom!
The swords scattered on the ground lit up with one hundred and eight light beams and shot into the sky, while the swords that had fallen to the bottom of the valley soared up.
The situation changed in an instant, and such a magnificent sword force directly reflected a vast picture in the sky.
Like an immortal writing, it is majestic and reflects the heavens.
Everyone immediately exclaimed, it was truly jaw-dropping that Yan Xiu could unleash such a killing move in such a desperate situation.
Even Lin Yun couldn't help but secretly praise him. He was indeed a swordsman. He was a sword master.
But something even more surprising happened. Jiang Yi pushed his hands toward the sky and shouted: "Everything is unified!"
After he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and took a deep breath, boom!
All kinds of visions in the world were swallowed into his mouth, including one hundred and eight pillars of light, scrolls in the sky, scattered starlight, and even Yan Xiu's holy sword.
The holy sword was swallowed up at the moment when it was about to be grasped by Yan Xiu. After all, he was unable to perform this killing move.
The originally terrifying momentum was gone, and the Tianhuang Shentai was calm and peaceful.
Yan Xiu's jaw was stunned, and he said in disbelief: "How... is this possible..."
Jiang Yi said lazily: "How is it impossible? He looks ignorant. Swordsmanship is an anomaly in the world and has never been an eternal road, but every swordsman always pretends to refuse to admit defeat."
"Is it necessary to risk your life even though you've already lost? That's why I really hate swordsmen."
Before he finished speaking, he slapped a palm from the air, sending the shocked Jiang Yi flying straight away. He didn't stop until he hit the Qinglong Temple.
Buzz!
The Qinglong Temple made a buzzing sound. After Yan Xiu fell down, all his bones were broken, and his body fell to the ground limply like mud.
