Thousands of miles into the void, divine patterns are boiling.
Under the Burial Master's offensive, the ghost-faced apostle actually retreated one after another, as if there was no room for him to fight back.
The two of them are both in the realm of Saints, and such a disparity in combat power once again makes people curious about the identity of the burial master.
only!!
At this moment, a hint of paleness suddenly appeared on the face of the burial master, and his eyes looked toward the end of the void in panic.
The next moment, a silver palm was seen, suddenly tearing apart the clouds, as if it was reaching out from the sky.
"not good."
The burial master's expression changed drastically, the divine lines between his eyebrows appeared, and a strange witch light burst out.
In an instant, the entire sky where she was was covered by a force of earth's origin, and the heaven and earth collapsed, disappearing forever.
Looking from a distance, the Burial Master stands in the void, like an earth god, exuding a heavy and mighty divine power.
Even so, at the moment when the palm print fell, this powerful man who had reached the level of a saint still didn't have much room to struggle. He was directly suppressed from the sky, and the entire burial soil was razed to the ground.
.
"Gulu."
Heaven and earth are silent!!
All the immortal creatures who rushed to the burial ground stopped instantly, their eyes filled with unspeakable horror and confusion.
At this moment, the last glimmer of hope in their hearts was suddenly shattered, and they had no idea where to go.
"grown ups."
On top of the burial ruins, the ghost-faced apostle bowed towards the void.
In the next moment, another palm print full of silver fell from the sky, smashing him into pieces.
"Buzz."
And his spirit bag, which collected the blood and souls of countless powerful men, also shattered open, and the blood in it surged toward the void like a waterfall.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding powerful men from the Immortal Realm were even more trembling, and they all turned around and fled crazily into the distance.
At the same time, the Court of Samsara.
I saw three ghost-faced apostles descending from the sky and landing directly on the top of the mountain.
At this time, their eyes were indifferent and deep, and they did not pay any attention to the overlord of the Immortal Domain.
"What the hell are these things?"
In the main hall, Luo Hou turned to look at Qiluo, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Naturally, he has heard about the great catastrophe of heaven and earth.
From the initial tribulation of dragons and phoenixes, to the later battles between lich and demons, then to the saints attacking the sky, and finally to the battle between immortals and demons.
Almost every once in a while, a turmoil like this occurs in the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm. The result is... countless races are uprooted, corpses pile up in mountains, and reincarnations are endless.
Even so, Luo Hou had never seen these mysterious and powerful men before him, and he was inevitably a little confused in his heart.
"I don't know, but...looking at them, they seem to be collecting the souls and blood of living creatures."
Qiluo shook her head and focused her eyes on Xunmu.
As one of the four sacred trees in the Nine Heavens, Xunmu has existed longer than them, the Heavenly Demon Tribe Leaders.
If there really is any secret in Jiutian, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape looking for fungus and hear it.
"Don't look at me, I don't know what the hell they are."
Xunmu smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, "I just heard from the adults that these heavenly apostles will quietly come to a fairyland every once in a while, harvest a large number of living souls, and then leave quietly."
"No one has thought about keeping them here, or...lifting the masks from their faces to see their identities?"
Luo Hou frowned slightly, always feeling that there seemed to be some truly amazing secrets hidden behind all this.
"There should be, but... they all failed."
Xunmu sighed lightly. No matter where the ghost-faced people in front of him came from, their strength was at the level of true saints.
and!!
The cultivation level of the person who killed the Burial Master with one palm just now may have exceeded the level of respect, or...is close to the level of a god.
It is absolutely impossible for such a strong person to remain unknown in Jiutian.
It is more likely that they wear ghost masks to hide their identities.
"Really? Then I want to take a closer look to see who is pretending."
Luo Hou grinned, his eyes boiling with fighting spirit.
In the next moment, without any hesitation, he took a step forward and charged towards the three apostles.
"Boom."
The world shakes!!
I saw a dark palm print pressing down from the sky, and the fighting force was astonishing, and it directly encompassed all three envoys.
"Um?"
This scene immediately made Xunmu's beautiful eyes widen, obviously at a loss, and he turned to look at Qiluo.
"he…"
"It's okay, it's just three saints."
Qiluo shook her head and smiled, a touch of vicissitudes of life showing on her beautiful face.
Once upon a time, the name of Luo Hou was a nightmare for the saints.
The Shura War Lord proves the Tao through killing.
Even the other five masters did not dare to make any mistakes in front of this war lord.
He was born to fight, and the more he fights, the stronger he becomes!!
What's more, there are rumors in Jiutian that Luohou is the most powerful only when he is about to fall.
Living toward death is probably the best summary of Luohou’s Taoist mind.
"Did you see the person who attacked the burial master just now?"
Qiluo's eyes were deep, looking at the spiritual gate above her head.
"Um."
Looking for wood gently
Nodding, there was also a look of panic in his eyes.
"Do you think the two of us can stop the power of that palm if we join forces?"
"not necessarily."
Xunmu showed a bitter smile. She was not belittling herself. With her strength... she might not be the Burial Master's opponent.
What's more, what this Burial Earth Lord is good at is earth source defense, which is simply not something he can match.
As a result, she couldn't even stop a palm print, and was slapped into a bloody mist.
It is hard to imagine how powerful the person who took action was, at least at the level of a god.
No matter how conceited Xunmu is, he doesn't think he can withstand the attack of the next god.
"Is it?"
However, what surprised Xunmu was that at this moment, Qiluo's eyes were filled with the ultimate scarlet color, and her red lips were slightly raised, showing... an eagerness to try.
madman…
At this moment, Xunmu felt that the woman in front of him was a complete madman.
With the realm of the Holy Lord, challenge the powerful God?!
Throughout the ages, no one has ever really been able to kill enemies across borders at the level of the Zun Realm.
Different from the Emperor Realm, at the Zun Realm level, there are thousands of years and billions of insights between each small realm, which cannot be smoothed out by talent.
"Don't we really need to help him?"
Xunmu's throat rolled, and the look on his face became increasingly painful.
At this moment, she suddenly understood why Lord Xuanyuan would trust these two people with the responsibility of stopping the Great Tribulation Apostles.
They indeed have a kind of temperament that ordinary saints and powerful men do not possess.
Break the rules!!
However, despite this, using one's own strength to contend against the three saints of the same realm is somewhat... too ridiculous.
"Believe it or not, if you join the battle now, he will kill you as well."