"Haha, I don't think this is necessary. The strong men in the East should not be underestimated. If you are careless, you will pay the price."
The twelve-winged holy angel had a smile on his face, then looked at Xuan Kong's body and said to the Elf King: "If you force a being of the same level as you to die, you will be credited with your first merit."
And this sentence completely angered Wangchen and all the strong men in Tianfu in the formation.
Xuan Kong died for them, and the hatred was irreconcilable.
A Tianfu disciple gritted his teeth and roared angrily: "After today, if one of my Eastern cultivators is still alive, I will fight to the death with you in the West."
Another teenage boy from the monastic world cried blood and vowed: "One day, I, a strong monastic from the East, will step into your western realm and start killing people. You just wait."
An old man's eyes were red and he said: "Who will God spare? If you dare to insult us in the East like this, someone will definitely appear and personally harvest your lives."
The eyes of Bing Nu, Wen Ya and other girls were sad, looking at a pavilion in the distance.
That is where Yang Tian sleeps.
Tears were streaming down their eyes. The entire Eastern monastic world and the Heavenly Mansion had suffered destruction. Why didn't the young man wake up?
If the young man were here, why would these bastards be so presumptuous?
"Disciples, listen to the order. If...if Tianfu is breached, we will protect Mr. Yang to the death, protect him at all costs, and wait for his awakening."
With tears in her eyes, Wen Ya issued this order.
The remaining more than 10,000 seriously injured disciples in Tianfu and the remaining 1,000 Nascent Soul realm all nodded solemnly at this moment.
They all know that Yang Tian is their only hope in the Eastern monastic world.
Whether he can avenge this hatred depends on him alone.
Therefore, Wen Ya's words are naturally meaningless to them. Protecting Mr. Yang with their lives is the death order they will carry out next.
At this time, Wangchen's Three Pure Gods were finally condensed and completed.
When that terrifying coercion hit everyone present, everyone was shocked.
The three statues are thousands of feet tall. Although they are phantoms, they also exude terrifying fluctuations.
Even at this moment, the face of the twelve-winged holy angel has a slight solemn look.
After all, this was Wangchen's desperate blow, and his method could completely kill him.
However, he is not the only strong person here now.
The Elf King and the Dragon King are both here. These three statues are still a little short of killing the three most powerful men in the world.
Therefore, at this moment, the twelve-winged holy angel looked at the Dragon King, and then asked: "Lord Dragon King, I don't know if we can fight again?"
"Yes, please leave one of the statues to me."
The Dragon King let out a low roar. His dragon clan has strong vitality and self-healing ability.
The Elf King had delayed him for so much time, and he had already fully recovered.
With 80% of the strength, coupled with his physical strength that is more terrifying than the twelve-winged holy angels and the Elf King, it is not a problem to resist a statue of a god.
The twelve-winged holy angel nodded, then looked at the Elf King, smiled and said: "I know you are a little exhausted, so I leave the weak statue on the right to you, and I will deal with the strongest one in the middle.
Idol.”
The Elf King did not speak, but just nodded. He is an aloof person, and usually lives alone. It is a rare first time that he can cooperate with them.
"Kill me."
All of Wangchen's power was exhausted here, so the supreme Taoist method he used was naturally infinitely powerful.
The three gods rushed towards the twelve-winged holy angel, the Elf King and the Dragon King.
They have huge bodies and possess infinite strength.
The Dragon King originally wanted to use his own body to test the power of one of the statues, but he was knocked directly into the ground by the statue.
The faces of the twelve-winged holy angel and the Elf King became solemn again, and then they rushed over together and performed the most powerful spells.
The elves have a natural affinity with magic elements, and the Twelve-Winged Holy Angel itself is a vassal of the Western gods, so there is no doubt about its strength.
Therefore, the combined strength of the three of them is very terrifying.
During this battle, the sky became dark and the earth became dark, and a large area of void collapsed instantly.
Taoist Wangchen fought against the three strongest men in heaven and earth on his own, but he still did not fall behind.
This scares everyone in the West.
Especially the Pope and others' foreheads were covered with cold sweat at the moment. If Wangchen had attacked them like this just now, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to survive ten rounds and would be defeated.
However, killing them still requires some effort and cost.
The Pope looked frightened, but he also knew that this time Wangchen, like Xuan Kong, had exhausted his life to achieve this step. Otherwise, the Dragon King, the Twelve-Winged Holy Angel, the Elf King, anyone could do it.
Behead him.
When one person faces three people, he will eventually run out of energy.
So as time slowly passed, Wangchen's thin body continued to sway in the sky.
When everyone saw this scene, their eyes turned red and they gritted their teeth.
Could it be that Taoist Wangchen is going to follow Xuankong's footsteps?
"Start the formation, I'm going out, bastard, I'm going to fight them."
In the field, many passionate people began to get angry.
"I'm going to go too. Even if I have to sacrifice my life to stop those three bastards for a second, I can reduce Senior Wangchen's burden."
"These three bastards, I'm going to kill them."
Everyone was furious and tried to rush out, but they were all isolated inside by the Tianfu Formation.
Wen Ya's eyes were red and weeping as she listened to everyone's request to open the Tianfu Formation, but she did not do so.
Although she also wanted to go out, fight to the death with the opponent, and fight side by side with Senior Wangchen, she couldn't.
Behind her is not only Tianfu, but also Yang Tian.
She couldn't abandon these things.
"puff!"
Finally, after spending three hours, Wangchen finally ran out of energy.
One of his statues was scattered by twelve-winged holy angels, causing him serious injuries.
After being injured, the power of the remaining two statues was also weakened, and they were subsequently defeated by the Dragon King and the Elf King.
Wangchen fell heavily from the sky to the ground, his breath was weak and he was dying.
His vitality was also cut off, and even the Holy Pill could not revive him.
Except for the legendary elixir.
However, there is no elixir in this world, so Wangchen doesn't need to take action against him now, and he won't survive.
At this moment, the Elf King, the Dragon King, and the twelve-winged holy angels all suffered varying degrees of damage.
The Dragon King's back was broken, and the twelve-winged holy angel's chest was slightly collapsed at this moment, while the Elf King's handsome face only showed blood stains.
However, although he was the least injured, he was the most irritable one.
Because the elves naturally love beauty, every member of the elves, both men and women, have outstanding looks.
The Elf King was disfigured by Wangchen here, and at this moment he was extremely irritable.
"I want you to die."
The Elf King raised his long bow and was about to aim it at Wangchen when the twelve-winged holy angel beside him spoke.
"He is about to die, so don't waste your bows and arrows. You can only draw your bow nine times a day. You might as well shoot your bows and arrows towards the sky. It seems difficult to break the opponent's formation."
When the Elf King heard this, he looked at Tianfu, which had three layers of thick defensive barriers.
Obviously this Eastern formation is not that simple.
He used one arrow when he pierced Yinglong, and three arrows when he pierced all Xuankong's defenses.
Now there are still six chances, but if you want to break the big formation, it is enough.
The Elf King drew his bow at this moment, and then with a hiss, the power from the long bow of the World Tree tore the endless void apart.
Then, he rushed directly towards Tianfu's defense.
boom.
The two collided with each other, causing a terrifying collision. Xiyao, who was controlling the formation, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, her breath sluggish.
Two of the three large formations were broken, leaving only a fragile defensive formation with dense cracks.
The faces of those in Tianfu were filled with despair.
Ice Girl Wen Ya and the other girls looked at each other, and then looked at the Elf King with desperate eyes.
I saw the coldness on the face of the Elf King at this moment, and he took up his bow and shot arrows again.
"The formation cannot withstand the second attack. Tianfu and the entire monastic world may be destroyed by this arrow." (To be continued)
