"Even if you devote all your efforts to the country, you will never be my opponent."
Yang Tian spoke to that Martial Emperor with a cold and unparalleled voice!
If he had no trump cards, how could he face five Heavenly Masters alone?
If these five people were to attack together, their strength would be unrivaled in the Tianzun realm.
But Yang Tian was fearless.
After breaking through to the peak of Lianxu Hedao realm, which is the middle stage of Tianzun realm, I haven't taken action yet.
And just when he came across the void, Yang Tian suddenly found that he could use a trump card.
It is a trump card that can only be used by those who are powerful in the Tianzun realm.
Although this trump card is more powerful than the ordinary Tianzun realm, the damage to the soul is very terrifying, but now he can't care so much.
These people in front of him must die here before he can feel at ease.
When the group of five people found out that Yang Tian had no backup at all, they were stunned at first, and then couldn't help but become ecstatic.
Among them, the Nanyang Evil Saint was attacked by Yang Tian. Although his chest was pierced by the sword energy, he was already shrouded in black energy at the moment. He was only injured and was not seriously injured.
When you reach the Tianzun realm, if you want to kill it, you need to use ten times the power to crush it.
The Evil Saint's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and shouted at Yang Tian: "Boy, today I'm going to test to see what kind of strength you have to dare to be so rampant."
As he spoke, he took out a small dark green bottle with strange patterns carved around it.
When the cork was removed, a black mist suddenly came out.
The black mist continued to spread, and the whole world was shrouded in this black mist. Moreover, Yang Tian found that there were evil ghosts in this seeping black mist. The creepy and shrill sound made people a little scared.
"The art of ghosts, destroy them!"
The Evil Saint roared angrily and used the most powerful spell.
In the black mist, thousands of fierce ghosts turned into skeletons, roaring towards Yang Tian and flying past.
This is the most vicious evil spell in Nanyang. It is very difficult and cruel to refine the small dark green bottle. As many evil ghosts are hidden in it, as many people will be tortured and tortured while they are alive. Even if they die, they will not be trapped.
There is no way to be reincarnated in this small dark green bottle.
The longer time goes by, the more powerful this magic weapon becomes. The Evil Saint's cultivation is not strong, but with this alone, he can become invincible at the early stage of Tianzun Realm.
In response to the Evil Saint's attack, Yang Tian snorted angrily,
"You're just evil and shameless, but you dare to show off in front of me?"
As he spoke, his palms began to form seals.
If it were anyone else, he might not be able to do anything about this evil saint, but he is an Immortal Emperor, and although his cultivation has been abolished, he can use many immortal skills.
One of the immortal skills can restrain such evil spirits.
There were flames dancing in Yang Tian's eyes, and as Yang Tian shouted angrily, the golden flames spurted out instantly.
"Ten thousand fires burn the sky!"
The golden flame swallowed up all the black mist.
When all the skeleton ghosts in the black mist were burned, they immediately let out shrill screams.
Under this scorching temperature, they turned into ashes.
For them, this is also a kind of detachment.
When the flames dissipated, the Evil Saint's face turned extremely ugly because the bottle in his hand had broken into pieces.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath became weak.
The Evil Saint's bottle was his natal magic weapon. When the bottle shattered, his cultivation level dropped by half.
That fierce ghost is where his cultivation level lies. After the bottle was damaged, even a person with the peak cultivation level of Saint Realm can rival him.
Nothing to fear!
The bottle he had worked so hard to cultivate was now destroyed, and the Evil Saint was almost crazy now.
"Boy, I want you to die."
The evil saint's red eyes gathered black energy in his palms and attacked Yang Tian.
Yang Tian smiled disdainfully, then his eyes narrowed, and sword energy instantly appeared around him.
"kill!"
He used Qi to control the sword, and the immortal energy poured into the sword Qi, tearing the void and killing the evil saint.
"snort!"
At this time, Emperor Wu snorted coldly, took a step forward, tensed up all the muscles in his body, yelled and punched the sword energy.
Boom, the world collapsed!
This world simply cannot withstand the full blow of Emperor Wu.
He is the number one person in the Korean martial arts world, and his cultivation level is terrifying.
"Can you stop it?"
Yang Tian disappeared and then appeared among several people.
"Zhu Xian!"
He shouted softly, ripples rippled in the void, and then a golden long sword emitting bright light appeared out of thin air.
The Zhuxian Sword carries terrifying power.
Last time Yang Tian used a few drops of fairy blood, the Immortal Killing Sword changed.
It once only had 20% of its peak power. Now, although it has not returned to its peak, it still has 50% of its power.
Perhaps the remaining five drops of fairy blood can awaken all the power of the Immortal Killing Sword. At that time, gods can kill gods and Buddhas can kill Buddhas.
However, the remaining five drops of fairy blood are his essence and cannot be used lightly.
Otherwise, even if you don't die completely, your foundation will be damaged and you will stop at the peak of the realm of refining the void and combining the Tao.
Although the Zhuxian Sword is only 50% powerful, it is enough here.
Yang Tian held the Zhuxian Sword and thrust the sword to force Emperor Wu back, then slashed at the Evil Saint.
While your illness may kill you, the Evil Saint is currently the weakest, so of course he will be the first to perform the surgery.
"you dare!"
None of them expected that there was such a huge difference in strength. The strength of these five people was comparable to the peak of Tianzun Realm.
The young man was just one person, so he didn't want to run away, but he actually dared to step forward and attack them first.
Is this kid crazy?
"Stop it!"
The real Buddha's palm condensed a Buddha seal to stop Yang Tian.
However, it was too late at this time. Yang Tian slashed down with his sword, seeming to split the world into two.
"No!"
The Evil Saint retreated crazily with fear on his face, but the Immortal Killing Sword had already locked onto him.
"die!"
A cold voice came, and 50% of the power of the Zhuxian Sword was fully exerted. A golden light flashed, and the whole world was like daylight.
"Ah!" The Evil Saint screamed. He had no time to resist and was cut into ashes.
The most powerful man in Southeast Asia fell like this.
"You are arrogant!"
Emperor Wu clenched his bloody fist angrily and stood in front of Yang Tian, his whole body exuding a look of violence.
Yang Tian killed the evil saint under the noses of the four of them.
This is equivalent to a slap in their face. If word spreads, I am afraid that all of them will lose their face.
Not only him, the Buddha's seal formed by the angry glare of the real Buddha is in the sky above Yang Tian, and will fall down at any time to suppress him.
King Jiang opened his eyes again and locked onto Yang Tian's figure to prevent him from escaping.
The last ancestral ninja seems to be a dispensable character, but in fact he is integrated into this world.
After all, he once entered the imperial realm for Jin.
Although he was knocked down several levels by the strong men from Kunlun, his cultivation level is the lowest among everyone, only at the early stage of Tianzun level.
But he is the one who should not be underestimated.
The four people stood in different directions, trapping Yang Tian in the center.
Yang Tian was surrounded by enemies from both sides, and if he wanted to escape, he would definitely be attacked by these four people.
Death is decided.
Several people did not take action quickly to suppress Yang Tian. This kid showed up here fearlessly. How could he not have any trump cards?
Although Yang Tian's killing of the Evil Saint was a bit unexpected, these people were just a temporary combination and were not enthusiastic enough to avenge the Evil Saint.
If one person is missing, the billions will be divided among them even more.
The premise is to deal with this ignorant boy first.
They originally thought that Yang Tian would be afraid of such a battle. After all, each of them had their own trump card, and under a flanking attack, they could reach the peak of the Tianzun realm.
Without leaving the imperial realm, no one can do anything to them.
However, the young man's face was still absolutely indifferent, as if he didn't even notice these people.
Yang Tian's fingers lightly crossed the Zhuxian Sword, and he looked at the few people with an indifferent tone and said: "I'm curious, you should be the peak combat power in your respective countries. If they all die here, then the cultivators in your country will probably be completely destroyed.
Lost access."
"Arrogant!"
"Who gave you the confidence to say such shameless words in front of us and want to kill us? See if you are qualified!"
"What exactly do you want to say?"
Several people were so angered by Yang Tian that they had already made up their minds to kill him no matter who came to stop him today.
Yang Tian looked at the angry people with a smile on his face, raised his eyelids slightly and said, "I want to say... did you explain your funeral arrangements before you came?"
"What?"
Several people were furious and were about to start taking action when Yang Tian made a move.
A simple and unfamiliar seal began to condense in his palm.
The seal is mysterious and boundless. This time, there is no fluctuation of immortal energy around him, but there is a fluctuation in his body that makes the four people palpitate.
Yang Tian's soul was slowly pulled away, and a terrifying shadow formed behind him.
The phantom slowly solidified under the horrified gazes of the four people, reaching a height of a hundred feet, reaching the sky and the ground.
