Chapter 1639 The power of the Great Emperor Mirror!
Qixuan Shengtang is located in an independent space.
I thought it was majestic when I saw it in the River of Strength before. When Su Xuan's real body came in, he found that the Qixuan Holy Hall was like a giant standing tall on the sky and the earth, majestic and vast.
Su Xuan's pupils kept shrinking.
It is estimated that few forces in the entire Eastern Wasteland can do this kind of feat.
"This time the power of the five major training places is cut off, it is the best time to attack the Qixuan Holy Church.
Otherwise, I’ll probably be in a lot of trouble waiting for them to recover!”
Su Xuan's eyes were still scarlet, but they were not rational.
At this moment, his evil cultivation is exploding with all his strength, while his righteous cultivation is stabilizing his will and preventing him from going evil! "In that case, let's go in! I want to see how many powerful people are hidden in the Seven Profound Holy Hall!"
"
The sword box appeared behind Su Xuan.
He drew a sword from it.
Wrapped around by all the ghosts, it is the last remaining sword intent of Yama that gathers together.
"I will use all the demons to open the way for you to enter the temple!"
Su Xuan shouted sharply.
then.
With a hundred evil men behind them stunned, their bodies began to merge and converge into a sword.
Damn it! I have turned into a sword! This is their only thought at the moment.
Hundreds of people gathered into a thirty-foot sword, and then quickly shrank into a thirty-foot sword.
Su Xuan caught it and lost it behind him.
"enter!"
Su Xuan shouted sharply.
Two swords in hand.
One ghost, one evil! "Boom!"
The power of terror surged.
At this moment, he did not hesitate to destroy the Mysterious Dragon Vein, and he was in peak condition every moment.
Although Su Xuan is at the second level, he has 40,000 spiritual patterns in his body, and the power of the evil god is also converted into five evil patterns.
With Su Xuan's current combat power, he is basically invincible below the fifth level! A fifth level person like Yang Fenghua can still be killed alive if he has no means! At this moment, Su Xuan has undoubtedly reached the peak of his combat power in his life! "Seven
There should be six levels of spiritual masters in Xuansheng Hall!"
"But so what, just kill if you need to!"
"I, Su Xuan, will definitely destroy the Qixuan Sect this time!"
Su Xuan used the righteous path to stabilize his final sobriety, and then he fled into the evil path, becoming unparalleled in his cruelty.
"boom!"
Using the Yama Ghost Sword to open the way, Su Xuan blasted directly at the gate of Qixuan Holy Hall.
"Boom!"
The dull and terrifying collision echoed.
This sword did not break the door.
Su Xuan's eyes flashed fiercely, and he struck out with sword after sword.
Simple and crude.
The huge Qixuan Holy Church roared and trembled continuously.
"presumptuous!"
A majestic and angry old voice echoed.
The sky above Qixuan Holy Church.
An old man appeared quietly.
Old Man Zhan Yang! This is the oldest person with the highest cultivation level in Chunyang Palace! "I didn't expect that you little beast is not dead yet, and you are here to destroy our Qixuan Sect. You are really looking for death!"
Old man Zhan Yang's eyes were cold and stern.
The changes in the five major training places will naturally affect the Qixuan Holy Hall, otherwise he would have left long ago.
Su Xuan came in at this moment, which naturally made him angry.
Especially after knowing Su Xuan's identity, his murderous intention became even stronger.
"boom!"
Old man Zhan Yang took action directly.
He thrust out the spear, and pure Yang flames surrounded the tip of the spear, which contained powerful luck.
A shot was fired, and Su Xuan was in front of him in an instant.
"boom!"
The explosion echoed, and Su Xuan retreated a hundred feet.
He raised his head suddenly with cold eyes: "Three sects of luck!"
Old Man Zhanyang clearly contains the luck of the three sects! During the battle with Lingzong, part of the luck gained by the four sects still fell into the hands of Chunyang Palace.
At this moment, it was used by the old man Zhan Yang, and it also exploded with shocking power! Su Xuan had most of the three sects' qi luck, but since he left the Lingzong area, Su Xuan never used the three sects' qi luck, but warmed it up
In the Immortal Sea! In his opinion, these three sects of luck are extremely mysterious, but they are not as dense as the mountains and the sea.
Naturally, Su Xuan will not use it easily. This is most likely related to his luck in the three sects, the fairy sword, the sky coffin, and the magic tower! Although many years have passed, Su Xuan has never forgotten the three sects.
The inheritance that Xuan got! These three inheritances, Su Xuan can only explode with very little power so far, but Su Xuan has a hunch that it is because he is too weak! In the future... he will definitely be able to explode with invincible power! But now.
Qixuan Sect has obviously assimilated the luck of the three sects and enhanced its own luck.
"He's not dead, but he has some tricks!"
Old Man Zhan Yang spoke coldly and stabbed out another shot.
"Use the luck of my Lingzong area against me, and I will chop you up!"
Su Xuan shouted fiercely and also took action.
"Boom boom boom!"
The war broke out.
Su Xuan retreated steadily.
It is still very difficult for Su Xuan to deal with the true combat power of sixth-level cultivation.
Just like dealing with the outbreak of Yang Fenghua before, Su Xuan was helpless.
but.
Fighting... is not just a competition of cultivation! "Boom!"
Su Xuan put his swords in both hands behind his back and rushed towards Old Man Zhan Yang with his bare hands! "Humph!"
Old man Zhan Yang snorted coldly.
"I have fought countless battles in my life, and no one of my generation has dared to be so rampant in front of me. You are the first one, and you will also be the one who dies the most miserably!"
Old Man Zhan Yang raised his spear, which shone like the blazing sun.
"die!"
Old Man Zhanyang shouted fiercely and thrust out a spear, like the sun falling from the sky to the earth.
"I'll send you on your way!"
Su Xuan grinned.
"I'll give you something too!"
Su Xuan holds the Emperor's Seal with his left hand.
"boom!"
The Emperor's Mirror appears.
The imperial power is mighty.
The next moment, Su Xuan's five skills on his right hand were reversed, and the emperor pattern appeared.
Then.
Emperor Pattern Blessing the Great Emperor Mirror.
"What?"
Old man Zhan Yang paused for a moment, and his expression changed drastically.
But the next moment.
"Bang bang bang!"
Old Man Zhan Yang's gun shattered inch by inch.
The Emperor's Mirror swept out the shocking Emperor's light.
According to ancient rumors, a ray of holy light from the Great Holy Mirror can sweep away dead spiritual beings! But now, from the Great Imperial Mirror, a ray of imperial light can kill spiritual beings! "Ah!"
Screams echoed.
The old man Zhan Yang, who was so majestic just a moment ago, suddenly flew backwards.
Wherever the emperor's light passes, the space is torn apart.
This ray of imperial light led Old Man Zhan Yang directly towards the temple door! "Boom!"
The door collapsed.
The Great Emperor's Mirror swept away and destroyed the Holy Church!...The Holy Church is huge, but it is also extremely simple. It is just a broad and vast Tang like a small city.
There are seven or forty-nine black and red stone pillars around it, with lines all over them, like meridians.
The dome is painted with images of saints, which are majestic, majestic and majestic.
The portraits of the saints were blurry and slightly rippling, like living creatures.
The floor of the temple is painted with a large formation covering the entire ground.
Yin and Yang, five elements, nine palaces, light and darkness... all kinds of complicated formations are mixed together, but they appear to be extremely harmonious.
In the middle is a pool of blood that is constantly bubbling.
Wisps of blood smoke rise, and the vaguely visible blood smoke depicts a picture of all living beings.
Mortals, livestock, birds and beasts, villages, towns... these wisps of blood smoke seem to outline a human world.
It's just that evil ghosts are everywhere in this world, and mortals are ferocious, full of hatred and terror.
And after these blood smoke rises, it will be annihilated, absorbed and refined by the saint statue on the dome and the black and red stone pillars.
This scene is both beautiful and terrifying.
Around the blood pool, eight people were sitting.
One of them is the Holy Saint of Wild Thunder.
They are the strongest fighting force of Qixuan Sect.
"There is so much commotion outside, Zhan Yang can't deal with a young boy?"
An old man spoke coldly.
He is a saint like Huang Lei, named Jianli Saint, and he was a holy archer during his lifetime.
There are arrow marks printed between his eyebrows, exuding extreme fierceness.
"The evil master of Lingzong is not so easy to deal with."
The Holy Saint of Wild Thunder spoke coldly, with inexplicable disgust in his indifferent eyes.
"Don't worry about him. Once the church is stabilized, kill him like a chicken!"
Another person spoke.
"The blood is not enough, it's time to find more mortals!"
"It doesn't matter, the most important thing in Donghuang is people."
"With this temple here, we will definitely be able to return to the top."
They sneered, their eyes shining with indifference to the common people.
They... each have a holy seal between their eyebrows! They... are all saints! They are proud, noble, and arrogant.
Even though the Qixuan Sect was destroyed, they were not in chaos at all.
They... "Boom!"
The door exploded.
Old Man Zhan Yang screamed and flew in backwards, his breath was constantly weakening, and he was already dying.