On the outskirts of the Demon Buried Mountains, thousands of towering trees were broken in half, and their branches were blown into powder.
Steep mountains, gravel flying, rolling down the hillside.
Birds and beasts fled with alarming momentum.
"Quickly, I will drag the woman from the Phoenix Realm with me to kill Suning quickly."
Emperor Yunjue transmitted the secret technique to Emperor Huoxuan and said, "If Jiang Changnian can work so hard, I bet that boy is most likely the reincarnation of Jiang Linan."
"We can't leave him alive, we can't give him a chance to practice."
"Once Jiang Linan makes a comeback, what awaits us will be death without a burial place. How can we talk about the path of sainthood?"
Emperor Huoxuan, who took the opportunity to escape, trembled all over and ran towards Suning who fell under the thorns again.
"Huo Xuan, you are looking for death."
Jiang Changnian's voice came out from the floating eighteen golden lotuses, and the jade hand that fell on the light shield in front of Emperor Yun Jue fiercely pulled toward the sky.
"Showing the fate of heaven, borrowing the power of Dharma, Bingluan, seal..."
After a simple word "sealed", two light beams dimly lit up in the dark and lightless sky.
It was like a thunderstorm converging from heaven, instantly locking onto the flying Huoxuan Emperor.
"clang."
It was like pig iron hitting a stone, or like a complete piece of glass falling to the ground.
The sound was crisp and clear, with a hint of ethereal and hard-to-find harshness.
Its daybreak.
One of the nine crystal-clear sharp claws of the nine-legged Qingluan that covered the sky and the sun disappeared mysteriously.
Emperor Huoxuan sensed the danger and immediately suspended in the air and formed a seal with his hands.
Three small seals were thrown out by him one after another, and the fire waves surged up and down around them.
Jiang Changnian said scornfully: "A cricket shakes a tree, and you don't overestimate your own capabilities."
The sound falls and the fire dims.
It is dimmed, not extinguished.
Because the surface of the blazing fire that almost burned through the void was strangely covered with a thin layer of frost.
The fire is still burning.
Burn in the frost and amuse yourself.
Emperor Huoxuan lowered his head with difficulty and looked at his legs.
The legs are missing.
Under the entanglement of frost, it is neither painful nor itchy, and is scattered into tens of thousands of fine dust.
Floating and scattered, densely packed.
"you......"
He took a breath of cold air, his pupils expanded violently and said: "Yun Jue, hurry, save me."
"Whoosh."
Before Emperor Yunjue could express his stance, those emperors and empresses who shared the same hatred with the two men immediately stepped forward to rescue them.
At the same time, someone naturally took over the mission of Emperor Huoxuan and went to kill Suning.
No matter how powerful or invincible Jiang Changnian is, he is still the power of one person.
As for Luo Chen, he was completely unable to make a move.
As for Qiao Wantang, this deeply affectionate woman is still trapped by the defensive formation and cannot break through.
"die."
Emperor Jingkong punched out, not bothering to care about the coveted clone technique in Suning's mind.
He is not the Huoxuan Emperor. Although he is greedy, he can clearly understand the situation at hand.
Some things cannot be forced.
Compared with the clone technique, he was more worried that Jiang Linan would return to the fairy world.
That man is really too strong.
He was so strong that no one in the Eight Hundred Immortals dared to face him head-on.
"boom."
The fist was fierce, and the fatal blow containing the sixteenth level of the True Immortal was directed towards Suning's head.
This punch was enough to break his body into pieces and kill him.
Explode the soul, wipe the soul, and together with the three souls and seven souls, disperse between heaven and earth.
Breathing out foul breath, Emperor Jikong couldn't help but let go of his worries and waited for Suning to die.
"Buzz."
A faint purple light rose from the dense thorn bushes, and a finely crafted silk brocade bag flew out.
The wind of boxing sinks into the bag, like a stone sinking into the sea, without any ripples.
Emperor Jikong was stunned and said: "What, what is this?"
But soon, his calm demeanor changed.
Became fearful and panicked.
His face became ferocious and his whole body trembled.
"Jiang, this is Jiang Lin'an."
"He, he's back."
His voice was hoarse and his eyes were blood red.
Emperor Jikong was on the verge of collapse, and no trace of blood could be seen on his pale face.
