Four hundred and sixtieth chapters Xeon Sacred Tribulation
Those who came were none other than the five members of the Death Clan!
"This...this is...!"
"Death Hades!"
"The Butian Sect is so brave, they dare to collude with the people of the Death Clan!"
When those members of the Death Nether Clan appeared, the pupils of the saints of several superpowers shrank and exclaimed, with extreme anger on their faces. Although they had never faced the Death Nether Clan in person,
Human beings, but they clearly know the aura of people from the Death Tribe!
When those people appeared, they could see at a glance that these people were the people from the Death Tribe that they feared!
They never imagined that the Butian Sect, as a super force in the Yuanhua Heavenly Realm and the backbone of the Yuanhua Heavenly Realm, would dare to collude with people from the Death Clan?
That is the devil who is causing trouble in the Yuanhua Heavenly Realm!
How is colluding with the devil different from betraying Yuanhua Heavenly Realm?
Many super powerful saints were furious, but they did not move, but continued to stare at the Butian Sect. If the people of the Death Nether Clan could perish together with the Shenxian Sect, wouldn't this Yuanhua Heavenly Realm become their world?
Above the Butian Sect, Liu Feiyu was secretly happy at the appearance of those people from the Death Tribe.
Indeed, to the Yuanhua Heavenly Realm, the people of the Death Tribe can be called devils.
But if the Butian Sect is gone, how can he control the Yuanhua Heavenly Realm? As long as the Butian Sect survives, so long as the Butian Sect survives, so what if all the people in the world die? What if he associates with the devil?
If you want to blame, you can only blame Wang Feng and others for doing such a great job!
"Death Hades!"
Wang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at those people from the Death Clan, and murmured softly.
There was also a sense of surprise in his heart. This person from the Death Nether Clan is a good thing. The rhyme pattern of the Heavenly Dao made him jealous. He was worried that he could not find the Death Nether Clan people, but he didn't expect them to come to his door by themselves?
For this heavenly pattern, why not use your luck? Everything is worth it!
"Come and die!"
The leader of the Death Tribe stood in the air, looked at Wang Feng and others indifferently, snorted coldly, and the domineering words resounded throughout the world. This scene was so similar to the previous saint of Butian Sect.
See?
It's just that the power is different depending on the person speaking!
The words spoken by people from the Death Nether Clan brought great intimidation to everyone present. Even Liu Feiyu and several other saints from the Butian Sect could not help but tremble after hearing these domineering words!
Just one sound made them, who were saints, tremble in their hearts. This person from the Death Tribe was more terrifying than they imagined!
"Qiang!"
When the man from the Death Tribe finished his words, a cold light flashed in Li Bai's eyes, the sword in his hand trembled slightly, a sound like a dragon's roar echoed instantly, and the cold sword intent soared into the sky, like a peerless sword god!
boom!
As Li Bai slashed down with his sword, the moonlight-like green sword light shot out in an instant, as if it was about to cut through the heaven and earth, carrying a monstrous power, and bombarded the person from the Death Tribe!
Before the sword fell, the sharp edge caused the whole world to tremble violently, and the void was directly cut into black cracks, as if it was destroying the sky and the earth!
The terrifying sword power caused many disciples of Butian Sect present to scream and tremble, looking at the huge sword light that covered the sky and the sun with fear. Just one glance made them feel as if the god of death had come.
With half a foot in hell, they wanted to escape, but their entire bodies were out of their control and suppressed by the force of the sword, unable to move!
Buzz!
Facing Li Bai's powerful sword, the man from the Death Tribe curled his lips, a flash of disdain flashed in his eyes, stretched out his veined hand, and patted it gently!
The terrifying power of death condensed out in an instant, forming a huge palm print and striking towards the sword light.
When this palm print appeared, everyone present seemed to have their necks pinched by the God of Death. Their faces turned red and they almost felt like suffocating. They looked at the person from the Death Tribe in horror!
Even Liu Feiyu and other sages and powerful men were trembling with fear. Only when they really faced the people of the Death Nether Clan did they truly understand how terrifying the Death Nether Clan was. The terrifying power of death made them feel uncomfortable.
, as if in hell.
boom!
Under the trembling eyes of everyone, the huge sword light collided with the palm print. What shocked Liu Feiyu and others was that the sword light that made them all frightened, after touching the palm print,
It was as if it were made of paper and was easily broken into pieces, turning into little stars and dissipating in the sky and earth, as if it had never appeared before!
"puff!"
After shattering the sword light, the fist light remained unabated, as if it had changed its shape, and appeared in front of Li Bai in an instant, striking Li Bai fiercely.
Li Bai's face suddenly turned pale, scarlet blood spurted out from his mouth, and he flew backwards involuntarily. Wang Feng's eyes were slightly cold, and he stretched out his hand to catch Li Bai with a majestic force.
"Holy Tribulation!"
Wang Feng's eyes flashed with cold light, he stared at the person from the Death Clan and said solemnly.
Even if it is Wang Feng, he can't help but want to scold his mother. How come the people from the Death Nether Clan are so powerful? Are they capable of causing holy calamity at every turn? It's him. If it were anyone else, who could stop these Death Nether Clan?
man of?
His cultivation has now reached the peak of the Saint Yuan, and his combat power is enough to match the peak of the Holy Sacrifice. He can grit his teeth and fight against a Holy Tribulation, but the opponent has five Holy Tribulations. How can he block it?
Even if Shi Gandang and Dark Realm Taotie are added, they can't stop these five holy tribulations.
"Huh? As expected of the master, he is the one who can reach the peak of the Holy Yuan in this barren Yuanhua Heavenly Realm!"
Feeling the aura blooming from Wang Feng, the person from the Death Tribe narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured in his heart.
Liu Feiyu and others behind the Death Nether Clan looked at each other with a look of horror on their faces. How could such a powerful being like Li Bai be defeated by this Death Nether Clan person with one move?
In particular, the saint of the Butian Sect who was defeated by Li Bai was so frightened that his soul was shaking, and his body was shaking uncontrollably. Fortunately, the target of this group of dead people was the enemies of the Butian Sect, otherwise, otherwise
If so, the Butian Sect and even the major superpowers of the Yuanhua Heavenly Realm combined would not be a match for this Death Nether Clan person.
"Are you going to be captured without mercy, or am I going to defeat you?"
The leader of the Death Tribe stared at Wang Feng and said with a ferocious smile. The vast power of death was surging all over his body, like a sky curtain, covering the entire world, making everyone present feel as if they had stepped into the realm of death, and their entire souls were trembling.
That hoarse voice echoed throughout the whole world, like the will of a god, giving people an irresistible and domineering feeling.