In the East Territory, millions of monks from the Nine Netherworld gathered here in a mighty and majestic manner, as vast as the stars in the sky. They just stood there, motionless, and a kind of dragon and tiger momentum spread out.
Jiuyou invaded the Eastern Territory for a month. The monks on both sides were killing each other like crazy, and there was an awe-inspiring murderous aura emanating from them. Especially the Jiuyou monks, their blood was boiling like warriors from hell.
If millions of monks fight here, it will definitely be a disaster in Lingquan Mountain, and blood will flow into rivers for more than three months. Wrong souls will mourn and ghosts will cry. Simply put, millions of monks will raise their heads and focus on the battle above the sky.
It means to start a fight.
boom!
Boom!
A series of roars sounded, and the majestic immortal energy surged like the Milky Way, and suddenly exploded, the light was bright, like an aurora, the fierce battle between the two saints shook the space with a roar, like water ripples, and in an instant it was like breaking through the realm.
Broken directly.
Ordinary monks stared at the battle. As the saying goes, the outer gate watches the excitement, and the inner gate watches the doorway. They are the outer gates and can only watch the mysterious fight between the two saints. With their eyesight and knowledge, they cannot tell who is in the right position.
Weakened, who has the upper hand?
"As expected of a saint! He can easily tear apart space and move around and change at will. We are far inferior!" All the monks praised him one after another, their admiration was beyond words.
However, Emperor Qinglian, Emperor Qianlong and others looked serious. With their strength, it was obvious that the Holy Lord of Lingquan Mountain was probably careless!
The red-haired old man uses Shura Dao to control the avenue. This is an extremely superb Tao method. It is like a world. In Shura Dao, the red-haired old man is like the creator, possessing natural invincible power!
Anyone who enters the Asura Path is weaker than the red-haired old man.
When Holy Master Lingquan enters his Shura path, there will be more misfortune than good!
At first, relying on his extremely strong personal realm, Holy Lord Lingquan fought fiercely with the red-haired old man, and they were quite evenly matched. However, as time went by, the advantages of Shura Dao became apparent.
Holy Lord Lingquan was increasingly influenced by the Asura Way. He had to devote part of his mind to resisting the Asura Way. Therefore, it was difficult for him to devote all his strength to fighting the red-haired old man.
But the red-haired old man was uniquely blessed with the ability to become stronger as he fought, with the power of a god of war.
With one thing going down and the other going up, Holy Lord Lingquan is in danger!
"You can't delay for too long. If you defeat this person, you must break the Shura Dao first!" Holy Lord Lingquan is a saint after all, and of course he is not that stupid person. Knowing his situation, he was secretly anxious and shouted loudly, with something in his palm.
A spherical purple lightning was born, with electric light twining all over its body, and a faint aura of evil.
"Drink!" Holy Lord Lingquan waved his palm and threw the ball lightning from his palm. In an instant, the ball lightning enveloped the world, like a falling sky curtain, wrapping millions of monks in it.
The monks were horrified, and the strong men in the Nirvana and Reincarnation realms also changed their expressions. Even they were frightened when faced with such power!
This is more terrifying than the natural disaster!
In the realm of reincarnation, when you enter the secret realm of the Heaven, you have to accept the thunder tribulation given by heaven. If you fail to survive the thunder tribulation, you will still be in the realm of reincarnation, and you may not be able to enter the realm of a saint in this life.
There are strong men in the reincarnation realm here who have failed to overcome the tribulation. Their eyes are slightly narrowed and their hearts are shocked. The thunder tribulation they have experienced is much worse than this one!
"Hmph, you want to break my Shura Dao? I wandered around the world and found a small place where there were millions of natives. I set up a god-slaying formation, absorbed their essence, refined their flesh and blood, and transformed millions of heroes into spirits.
As a demon in my heart, I entered the Tao through killing and escaped from the Tao through killing, and then I realized the Shura Tao! How can it be defeated by your mere tricks!" The red-haired old man laughed wildly, as if he was crazy, and the words he said were shocking.
Point out!
The monks from the Eastern Territory stared at the red-haired old man in fear. There were compassionate people with bloodshot eyes and gushing blood. They shouted that they were thieves, denounced the red-haired old man, and begged for heaven's punishment.
"This man slaughtered millions of innocent people, he is really a devil! We, the monks from the Eastern Region, are the authentic Taoist sect, and everyone should be able to punish him!"
The monks in the Eastern Region were excited and shouting loudly.
But they always stood there, not daring to stand up and point directly at the red-haired old man. Their eyes flickered, their faces were complicated, and their anger was mixed with some fear.
The monk Jiuyou looked at the monks from the Eastern Region with disdain, sneered, pointed at them and said: "Are you women, only talking about what you say?"
Hearing this, the Eastern Region monks became even more angry and wanted to fight to the end with the Jiuyou monks.
The expressions of Emperor Qinglian and others did not change. At their level, ordinary things cannot disturb their minds. Millions of people? As long as they are not the people of the Eastern Region, what does it matter to them?
This is the habit of the Eastern Region and even the Fengshen Continent. They are indifferent to other people's lives and deaths, and care about matters that have nothing to do with themselves.
Boom!
The Asura Path rolled up a rain of blood all over the sky, like flower petals falling. Each and every wronged soul grieved in the Asura Path, stretched out their hands, and crawled towards the Holy Lord of Lingquan.
"Bah, break, break!"
Holy Master Lingquan was dripping with cold sweat and hurriedly chanted Taoism and Immortal Sutras to destroy all evil spirits.
The red-haired old man opened his mouth and shouted loudly. Suddenly, like thunder from the sky, the two had been fighting for a day, and the red-haired old man no longer wanted to delay, he wanted to show his trump card.
Whoosh!
The red-haired old man breathed out a mouthful of immortal essence. Immediately, the immortal essence turned into a surging river of blood, surging endlessly and powerfully, killing the Holy Master of Lingquan like a long dragon.
"It's the Blood Immortal Essence, which is really rare!" The Jiang family saint said in surprise. No one in the Eastern Region has the Blood Immortal Essence, and this is the first time he has seen it.
drink!
Seeing this, Holy Master Lingquan raised his hand and blasted out a seal, bursting out with extremely powerful power and fighting against the river of blood!
Boom!
It was like a nuclear bomb was dropped here and exploded suddenly!
Shura Road exploded!
"Asura Dao has been broken, and Holy Lord Lingquan has won?" the monk from the Eastern Region said in surprise.
But then, their expressions froze.
Holy Lord Lingquan's body was directly blasted into the earth, a hundred feet deep, and a deep hole was made in the earth. After a long time, Holy Lord Lingquan climbed up in a very embarrassed manner, with unkempt hair and a grimace on his face and said: "I
Defeated."
"Holy Lord Lingquan has been defeated?!" The monks from the Eastern Region were dumbfounded and did not dare to accept this result.
The Jiuyou monks laughed wildly and laughed at the incompetence of the Eastern Territory!
Emperor Qinglian and others looked as usual and said to Holy Lord Lingquan calmly: "Holy Lord Lingquan, don't blame yourself, we still have a chance."
Holy Lord Lingquan sighed deeply and sighed.
"You have no chance." A voice suddenly sounded, with a bad tone, but it was the old woman from the Jiuyou camp who stood up. She was leaning on a cane, slightly stooped, and her old face did not have the look of an old man.
Charitable, but sinister and terrifying, like a poisonous snake, "In the second battle, which existence from the Eastern Region will challenge me, the old woman?"
The eyes of the strong men from the Eastern Region flickered.
There are four major sects here, one sect, three days, twelve families, all the strong men, and there are more than ten saints. The old woman is a saint, so those who fight on their side must also be saints.
Who is going to fight?
For a moment, everyone had their own thoughts and no one came forward.
There is no doubt that the power of Jiuyou's strong men is demonstrated. If they lose, the battle will be completely lost. They will be the sinners of the Eastern Region and have a bad reputation. Who will take the initiative to wade into the muddy waters?
Emperor Qinglian sighed secretly, knowing that it was impossible for them to realize themselves. He glanced at everyone, and finally his eyes fell on Holy Master Nanshan, and smiled: "Holy Master Nanshan, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, and my realm has become more and more unfathomable.
, this battle will be fought by the Holy Lord of Nanshan."
Nanshan Sword Sect, Nanshan Holy Master.
Swish, swish, swish!
Between heaven and earth, eyes one after another focused on Holy Lord Nanshan, all with strong expectations.