On the top of Emperor Burial Mountain, Lei Zhentian, Son of the Holy Thunder God, had gloomy eyes and looked coldly at Ling Tian and others in front of him, with a touch of hatred on his face.
There was nothing wrong with him, Lie Yang, and Yue Zhi each choosing an imperial treasure to explore.
But he never dreamed that all these geniuses from the human race would come to the Tibetan Palace he chose. ??
Damn it!!
Inexplicably, Lei Zhentian felt... he seemed to be forced to the point of darkness by Lie Yang.
"Son of Holy Thunder God, Lei Zhentian."
Ning Wuchuan, Xiao Pian and Ling Tian looked at each other and walked in front of everyone.
At this time, Ling Tian and Lolodar had recovered from their injuries, but...whether it was the Killing Immortal Sword Qi or the Barbarian God's hegemonic body, there was a cooling time.
Otherwise, with the terrifying level of these two magical powers, Lingtian and Lolodar would be enough to conquer the nine heavens and ten earths.
"Huh, if you meet me, I can only... count you unlucky."
Lei Zhentian smiled sinisterly and waved his palm gently.
Behind him, many Holy Thunder Prodigies immediately gathered around him, surrounding Ling Tian and others layer by layer.
As we all know, the strength of the Holy Son of Thunder is comparable to that of Lieyang.
Therefore, even when Ling Tian is at his peak, he may not be his opponent.
What's more, there are still many geniuses of the human race standing around at this time, and they... may not take action against Ling Tian and others for the sake of the good fortune on the mountain top.
"Kill them."
Lei Zhentian shook his head and smiled, then turned around and headed towards Di Zang.
What he was really worried about at this time was not Ling Tian and the others.
After all, in their current state, it is difficult to pose a real threat to Lei Zhentian.
The ones he was wary of were Lie Yang and Yue Zhi!
These two people have at least eighty minds in total. Once they get the blessings from the other two Tizos, I'm afraid... they will immediately fall out and compete with themselves for the Tizo in front of them.
"Xiao Pou, help me stop them."
Ling Tian looked indifferent, and the sword power lingered in his eyes.
However, Xiao Pian and Ning Wuchuan's faces revealed a hint of deep thought, "Ling Tian, do you plan to... deal with the Holy Son of Thunder alone?"
"Um."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Tian didn't hesitate at all and directly stepped towards Lei Zhentian to catch up.
Xiao Pian and Ning Wuchuan, on the other hand, gritted their teeth and did not dare to stop them.
Swordsman, move forward indomitably!
This is the Tao that belongs to Ling Tian. Once they forcefully interfere, it is likely to flaw the young Taoist's heart.
"Huh? Stop him!!"
Seeing the figure in red clothes walking towards him, the Holy Thunder Prodigy suddenly shouted angrily, and thunder patterns appeared all over his body.
Immediately, a silver divine mirror was seen breaking out of the sky, collecting thunderous energy, like a thunder sea divine waterfall, lying in front of everyone.
Such a scene was so shocking that even some of the geniuses of the human race who were watching around had a trace of horror and shock in their eyes.
Of course, those who are able to cross the layers of divine forbidden areas in the Emperor Burial Mountain and appear here are the real evildoers of the two tribes.
It is impossible for these people to easily miss the good fortune in front of them.
They are just waiting for an opportunity, waiting for both sides to lose, and then taking advantage of the chaos to seize the treasure.
"Buzz!"
However, just as the geniuses of the Thunder Clan stepped forward to meet Ling Tian, they saw the void in front of them suddenly wavering for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, a statue of Yama came out of the sky, protected beside Ling Tian, and shattered the sea of thunder to create a path.
"Um?"
Before everyone could react, they saw another long river pouring down. Xiao Pian held three thousand whiskers and chopped up time and space with a sword, trapping the genius of the Thunder Clan in place.
Taking this opportunity, blood mist suddenly rose around Ling Tian
, turned into a wisp of blood and disappeared from the place.
"Boom!"
At the same time, waves rose up in the thunder sea, and terrifying thunder chains penetrated the void, shattering many dharma phenomena.
The faces of the geniuses of the Thunder Clan were already extremely gloomy.
They turned their heads and glanced at the red-clothed figure who disappeared deep into the Tibet. Their eyes flickered, but in the end they did not chase after them rashly. .??.??
With the fighting power of the Son of God, it doesn't take much effort to kill an Earth Supreme.
And their duty is to stop the remaining people so that the Son of God will not be disturbed.
"Buzz!!"
The originally peaceful mountain top suddenly heard a buzzing sound.
The power of the joint attack of hundreds of Thunder Clan geniuses can be imagined.
I saw streaks of thunder as thick as a bowl falling from the sky without any gaps, covering all the geniuses.
The sea of thunder boils, and divine patterns surge.
Even with the cultivation level of Ning Wuchuan and others, they looked extremely embarrassed under this overwhelming trend.
Compared with the genius of the Lie Sun Clan, the offensive of the people of the Thunder Clan is more domineering and terrifying.
That kind of all-pervasive thunder instantly tore many of the geniuses of the human race into pieces.
"Take action!"
Ning Wuchuan shouted coldly and took a step forward, followed by Yama Luo behind him.
Ning'er, Lolodar and others waved their spiritual treasures in an attempt to crush the thunder.
"Hmph, do you really think we are stupid enough to fight with you?"
In front of all the geniuses of the Thunder Clan, a burly young man wearing silver armor shook his head and smiled, "This Thunder Prison is the inherited sacred treasure of our Holy Thunder Clan. Let alone you group of Earth Supremes, even the Heavenly Supremes can't do it."
Don't try to break free, just wait for death."
"Is it?"
Ning Wuchuan's eyes suddenly felt a wisp of black light, and his whole aura gradually became gloomy and evil.<
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"Old Ning, you...don't be impulsive!"
Beside him, Xiao Pian's eyes trembled slightly, and he always felt that Ning Wuchuan at this moment had a tendency to... be about to become a demon.
"You guys, stand there and don't move."
But Ning Wuchuan suddenly shook his head, with a rare smile on his face.
But, for some reason, everyone felt a chill rising down the soles of their feet when they looked at the evil look on his face.
"call."
In the Thunder Prison, Ning Wuchuan raised his head and took a deep breath. The next moment, demonic intent burst out from those dark eyes.
"Seventeen Yamas, all come together in my body!"
"Boom!"
The heaven and earth screamed, and the entire mountain peak suddenly fell into deathly silence.
Time, the void, and even the thunder falling from the sky seemed to have completely stopped at this moment.
Everything is silent!!
But behind Ning Wuchuan, a shadow of a hundred feet suddenly appeared, stepped through the sky and the underworld, fell from the sky, and gradually merged with his figure.
Suddenly, an extremely terrifying evil spirit rushed out, and all the light was extinguished.
There is only darkness left in the world, and there is a faint, cruel and bloody atmosphere, quietly resurrecting.
"This is…"
A look of horror and shock immediately appeared on the faces of Xiao Pian and others.
Although, they didn't know what kind of methods Ning Wuchuan had used.
However, this evil spirit seems to be coming from hell, causing people to feel uncontrollable fear.
"The Taoist mind is possessed by the devil... This Ning Wuchuan actually fell into the devil's way!"
"Pretend to be a ghost and kill me!"
The eyes of the geniuses of the Thunder Clan flickered, and they did not give Ning Wuchuan any time to react. They directly activated the power of the Thunder Prison and enveloped Ning Wuchuan.
But, at this moment, the latter's eyes suddenly bloomed with aura, like the eyes of hell, filled with... endless coldness.