"Young people, don't be scared. This is just an aging holy king, and our hometown in Taoyuan has long been fully prepared to deal with him."
Hong Cheng, the director of the Heavenly Daoyuan, was full of energy and loud voice was heard, which was transmitted to every monk from his hometown.
Before the war started, the seniors told them that after many accurate calculations, the only one extremely aging holy king was left in the Burial Immortal.
In other words, as long as you win this battle, you will be able to win the final victory.
Therefore, everyone has a high fighting spirit, and under the orders of the immortal chief of the sect, various restrictions are activated in an orderly manner and defensive formations are arranged.
In an instant, millions of gorgeous lights lit up in the sky, and various spiritual currents spiraled and entangled, Taoist talismans shone brightly, array patterns flashed, and magnificent momentum! At the same time, the Holy King of the Underworld who closed his eyes on the throne finally opened his eyes slightly and saw the aura of millions of powerful people from homeland burst out. The powerful dark king didn't even move his eyelids, but just slightly ticked his fingers to the seven generals in front of him.
The seven generals of the Burial Immortals all have the most saint-level strength. They once fought with the Holy King of the Underworld in various eras, and they had iron hooves across the billions of realms, destroying one brilliant cultivation civilization after another. There were countless saints of all races who died under their battle blades, and to this day, there were still groaning under the blade.
The seven generals have a title that will be stunning forever - "The Seven Nether Blades of the King"! Now, as the pioneer generals of the Burial Immortals, they rule over millions of Burial soldiers and are preparing to destroy the last pure land of the human race.
The Holy King of the Nether Tomb was completely disdainful to say a word to the powerful people in his hometown. Under his command, the King's Qi Ming Blade flew to the front of the boundary wall with a huge aura, ignoring the power of various protection formations.
One of the generals held a double-edged sword three meters long and one meter wide. He held the hilt in the middle and slashed one of the array weapons of the outer protection array! Boom! The deafening sound of space bursting spread far into the depths of the starry sky, and the hearts of millions of cultivators from homeland were also shocked.
In everyone's extremely shocked eyes, a crack appeared in the array device protected by the heavy array force, and it collapsed quickly and was shattered by a knife! That was the supreme sword law! It was even more terrifying than the most evil sword cultivator in the starry sky since ancient times! "Hmph, a mere Taoist formation is vulnerable. Who would dare to take my sword at the Nether Sea?"
The general of the Burial Immortal, who claimed to be the Black Sea, shouted loudly, pierced through his soul, causing dozens of heavy protection formations to tremble continuously.
The next moment, the other six generals of the King Xia Qiming Blade all used their swords, and they all cut off the Taoist formation weapon inherited from the prehistoric era with just one knife! Taoist Master Luo Wu frowned when he saw it.
He thought that these prehistoric inheritance array weapons could slightly consume the original power of the opponent's general, but he did not expect that the strength of the King Xia Qiming Blade was far beyond their imagination.
In this way, the strongest saints in the hometown will not only deal with the Holy King of the Underworld.
First of all, you have to cross the defense line of the seven most holy generals! This battle is much more difficult than what Taoist Priest Luo Wu envisioned.
However, he and other Taoist powerful men concluded that the Holy King of the Underworld must be in a state of extreme aging, otherwise he would not have been sitting on the throne and not taking action.
The opponent also wants to consume the enemy's main force first and then make a decisive battle.
"Everyone is ready, when the formation breaks, when the charge is launched! Defend the homeland and never retreat!"
The leading Taoist geniuses shouted loudly, which was very inspiring.
The next moment.
Rumble! The loud shock sounded continuously, and the heavy protection formation on the boundary wall was cut into gaps by the King Xia Qiming Blade. The light curtain was broken into pieces like colorful glass. One of the small pieces flew towards Chen Xuan very quickly, stabbed Chen Xuan's eyes, and was slapped away by Chen Xuan.
“?!?!?!!!”
Outside the boundary wall, millions of burial soldiers held up the pitch-black bone spear and made strange and intimidating sounds, as if they were beating drums heavily in everyone's heart.
The dark eyes of the King's seven Nether Blades, the head of the King's Seven Nether Blades, suddenly glared and shot out a strong light. Then he roared angrily, holding the double-blade sword was the first to rush into the gap in the protection formation, and slashing towards the head of Taoist Master Luo Wu! Obviously, the fierce general under the throne of the Holy Throne of the Nether Tomb wanted to take the head of the first person in his hometown and make the first contribution! "Fusheng Wuliang Heavenly Lord."
Taoist Master Luo Wu's face was calm, and he recited a Taoist catchphrase. At the same time, he raised the whisk in his hand and faced the double-blade sword in the Nether Sea! The two peerless powerful men had a shocking blow, destroying time. The atmosphere of the Taoyuan homeland instantly set off a violent spiritual wave, and the space was filled with folds and ripples. The first round of the fight seemed to be about to break the world! The destructive power was amazing! The heroes around him were shaken away from afar before they could react, and only a few people could still stabilize their bodies.
Chen Xuan was one of them. He used his pupil power to clearly see the result of the battle between Taoist Master Luo Wu and Ming Hai. He saw Taoist Master Luo Wu's body pressed down by the battle blade for a thousand meters, and several thin broken silks fell down.
The dark sea was unscathed, and the dark element was surging and swelling, and his eyes were filled with tyrannical cold light.
"Master Luo Wu!"
The disciples of Taichu Taoist Palace were all shocked. They thought their master was stronger than the King's Qi Ming Blade, but they didn't expect that they were suppressed by the opponent in the first round of battle! The monks of other Taoist forces looked even more ugly, because Taoist Luo Wu was recognized as the strongest person in the Taoyuan hometown, and was actually suppressed by a general under the Throne of the Holy Throne of the Underworld. How can I fight this battle?
Seeing the other six generals of the Seven Nether Blades flew into the gap in the protection formation of the realm, Hong Qi and other Taoist sects flew forward together. The auras of the two sides collided, like a meteorite falling into the vast ocean, surging endless super tsunami! The Taoyuan land has developed for seven epochs since its destruction of the prehistoric era, but only nine supreme saints have emerged.
One is because of the eternal taboo, and the other is the blockade of the heavenly way of burying immortals, so the Taoyuan hometown cannot give birth to the Holy King.
At first, Taoist Master Luo Wu and Hong Shi and others believed that the nine Supreme Saint level were enough to deal with the only one saint king left to the Burial Immortal, but at this time, they found that even if they fought against the seven Supreme Saint level generals under the Holy Throne of the Underworld, the battle situation was still not optimistic.
"Old Taoist sect, you are so sad. You are trapped in the prehistoric land created by the Holy King of the Void with his own Taoist heart, but not even a holy king was born. He survived for seven years and would never be the eternal sacrifice for our burial immortals in the end."
Minghai grinned and mocked Taoist Master Luo Wu who had distanced apart.
"It's up to people, and we're just sticking to the great way that the ancestors of the human race walked through."
Taoist Master Luo Wu looked neither sad nor happy, and sacrificed a treasure like a starry compass, and the pure aura of chaos spreads in all directions.
"The Taoist divine plate that can infinitely generate various top-quality Taoist principles?"
Ming Hai recognized this holy object of the prehistoric Taoist Sect at a glance, but he was just a little surprised, "You are not completely useless, but unfortunately, the order of heaven is controlled by our burial immortals. No matter how powerful the Taoist plate is interpreted, there is no secret in front of me!"