The pure and pure power is huge and mighty, like the palm stretched out by the sky, trying to crush this vulgar world.
Gu Xuantong felt the pressure from the Sanskrit God, and the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram instantly unfolded to block the sky.
Then, it was slowly pressed downwards by an invisible force.
Gu Xuantong tried his best to transfer the pressure to the ground under his feet with the Taoist Zhirou inner strength. However, this innate level of power turned out to be beyond the reach of the earth...
As Gu Xuantong unloaded its force into the ground, the earth's crust outside Yuchenjing began to violently shake and break.
The scene was grand, like a terrifying earthquake.
The disciples of the Hanging Sword Division were affected by the shaking of the earth, and those with weak skills were affected by the escaping aura and became unstable.
The sword-wielding and more powerful commanders of the Xuanjian Division grabbed hold of the guards around them to prevent them from being affected.
Seeing this, the five sword masters inserted the five magic weapons in their hands into the ground at the same time.
The added strength guides the earth's energy and suppresses ground riots.
However, the five major sword masters of the Xuanjian Division could only suppress the remaining energy that had escaped, and the image of Gu Xuantong, who was facing the pressure of the Sanskrit God, had already skipped the frame as if it was distorted...
The Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram continued to rotate, but it could not relieve the power of the Sanskrit God. Finally, the Tai Chi diagram shattered, and Gu Xuantong's body was completely crushed and turned into wisps of black smoke.
When the breeze blows, the black smoke dissipates.
The Sanskrit God defeated Gu Xuantong with one move and showed no other expression. He just slowly turned his gaze to the clouds of disaster in front of Yuchenjing.
Then, there was laughter in the clouds and clouds of disaster surged.
The black clouds and smoke once again condensed into the appearance of Gu Xuantong.
"Hahahahahaha, is this innate power? Sanskrit God, you really did not disappoint me!"
"Come, come, let me experience your power!"
The golden-red figure moved across the sky, carrying endless waves of clouds, and directly collided with the Sanskrit God above Yuchenjing.
Endless clouds of disaster surged, and the scene was momentarily shocking.
The Sanskrit God looked at Gu Xuantong's figure causing the disaster clouds that covered the entire sky. He also showed no expression and just slowly raised his palms.
"The Taoist miraculous skill "Shaoyun Shenfa" is not stained or pure, and is immortal... You have indeed touched the innate limit."
As he spoke, the Sanskrit God raised his palms together, treating them like a long sword from another world, and slowly moved downwards.
The invisible power burst out in an instant, the heaven and earth fell silent, and the space trembled.
The apocalyptic black clouds of disaster, in front of these white jade palms, were like spider webs blocking the road, being pulled by random hands.
The Sanskrit God waved his hand, just like Moses parting the sea, and the billowing cloud tide in the sky was divided into two parts with one hand.
Then the Sanskrit God stood calmly in the sky, with his hands behind his back and his right hand slowly grasped.
With the Sanskrit God's free hand, the inexplicable power of confinement spread throughout the sky, sealing the hundreds of miles of clouds.
Gu Xuantong's body was destroyed by the power of the Sanskrit God into a black cloud of disaster, and then condensed again.
This cycle keeps repeating.
"Your immortality is only relative... If your opponent reaches another level, then these so-called inexhaustible clouds will also end... And my power will not end."
Following the words of the Sanskrit God, the black clouds covering the sky really began to shrink at a speed invisible to the naked eye but real and stable.
When the clouds of disaster in the sky are completely refined, I'm afraid Gu Xuantong will die.
Upon seeing this, the five sword masters of the Xuanjian Division below quickly called on the Xuanjian Division troops to charge towards Yuchenjing.
Nangong Lian held the White Horse Sword and the Demon-Suppressing Sword in both hands and rushed to the front of the team.
"Everyone, there is no way to retreat. What we can do now is to rush into Yuchenjing and rescue the Chief Jun Huaixu. Only by combining the power of these two peerless masters can we have a chance to fight the Sanskrit God!"
The four sword masters followed closely behind.
Mr. Chu and other sword masters from the older generation followed behind.
Thousands of Xuanjiansi troops launched the most violent charge.
The Sanskrit God stood alone in the black cloud of disaster transformed by Gu Xuantong, looking at the charge of the Hanging Sword Division below, and for some reason, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"The ant's cry, no matter how loud it sounds, is always too small to be heard."
Immediately, a majestic and powerful invisible force hung from the palm of the Sanskrit God, transforming into a transparent glass-like wall that stood in front of Yuchenjing.
The giant wall fell to the ground and the earth shook.
The army of the Hanging Sword Division launched the most desperate charge, and their generous intention to die has been put into action. However, what is despairing is that this wall created by the Sanskrit God cannot be broken by ordinary people.
Thousands of Xuanjian Division disciples chopped with swords and axes, but they were unable to damage the glazed wall at all...
This brought about an emotional blow of despair.
Seeing this, the five great sword masters activated the five great swords at the same time.
[Suppressing Demons], [Slaying Demons], [Avoiding Evil], [Destroying Evils], [Slaying Evils] The sword energy of the five swords merged into one, turning into a powerful divine sword phantom, and the glazed wall
An extreme collision occurred, and then...dissipated.
The five sword masters were simultaneously shaken to the ground by the force.
Under the attack of this magical weapon, huge cracks finally spread in the glazed wall.
All this gave the people of the Hanging Sword Division hope.
However, the next second was despair.
"Innocent."
The voice of the Sanskrit God came from the sky, the majestic innate internal power was poured from the sky, and the glazed wall recovered in an instant...
Facing an enemy of the Sanskrit God's level, one can only be dominated by despair...
In front of this wall, all so-called heroic deaths have become a joke.
The so-called faith cannot even move forward...
This is... otherworldly power.
Meng Yuqi, Gu Yunzhou, Lao Bai, Luo Qingrou, Jian Qingci, Guo Qinhan and others were among the charging crowd, constantly waving their weapons against the glazed wall... but to no avail...
All you get is despairing pressure.
Finally, Jian Qingci's Emei thorn broke in the impact... Meng Yuqi knelt down in front of the glass wall in despair.
self-mumbling:
"How could this happen...why...we have all worked so hard...the boss has obviously done so much for Li Guo...why do you want to do this to him...why do you want to do this to us..."
"Sanskrit God, you bastard!"
The gray-haired old man Chu held a sword in his hand and shot straight into the sky.
If you can't break the glazed wall, then charge at the Sanskrit God Himself!
The black sword drove the dazzling light and rushed straight towards the Sanskrit God.
The Sanskrit God had no expression on his face and stretched out his finger to tap lightly.
"Ridiculous."
Then, the huge force suppressed it.
The old warrior was hit on the way to charge... and fell from the sky.
Every guard, envoy, sword holder and even the sword master in the Hanging Sword Division saw this scene in their eyes.
I don't know whether I feel despair or sadness and anger.
At this time, the neighing of war horses sounded on the silent battlefield.
Herod...
A white-robed figure riding a red war horse leaped from the end of the horizon!