Countless battlefields divide the world. Principle Fruits are constantly being passed between monks, changing hands. Every moment, large numbers of practitioners are dying. Because of the Principle Fruits, everyone has gone crazy, and they are all trying to take advantage of them.
Life is at stake.
"Venerable Hongluan, you have obtained two Principle Source Fruits, you should be satisfied!"
"Satisfied? Haha, I don't mind the abundance of Daoyuan fruits. If you want to grab them, come and do it if you have the ability."
"That one-star spiritual master in front of you, put down the fruit in your hand! How dare a mere one-star spiritual master compete with me?!"
"Put down the Principle Source Fruit! This kind of treasure is not something that weak beings like you can covet!"
"Give me the fruit! Three-star Spiritual Lord, it is your luck to get one Principle Fruit. You actually try to monopolize two of them? Die!!"
"Get out!!! This is my Principle Fruit, I grabbed it! You bastards, get out of here!!"
"Get out of the way! Don't block my way!"
"Everyone get out of here! If you want to steal my things, you have to step over my body!"
"Old Demon Yuchi, put down the Principle Source Fruit in your hands! If you dare to sneak attack on me, you are really tired of living!"
"Chichi, you should catch up with the ancestor first and then talk about it!"
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There were countless battlefields with fierce fighting and heavy casualties.
But there is only such a group of people who are invincible across the battlefield!
"Keng!" "Keng!" "Keng!"...
The sounds of countless soldiers killing each other echoed on the battlefield.
A world of divine weapons has arrived.
Countless weapons constituted a huge world, and when projected in this space, there was a mass of killings in an instant. Countless creatures were wailing in it, and corpses were everywhere.
"Lord Wanbing, spare your life!"
In the world of divine weapons, there are people who are struggling to resist, begging for mercy while resisting.
The endless weapons, like streams of light, pierce through the virtual space wantonly, which is horrifying.
These weapons are not real weapons, but invisible weapons formed by the energy of the White Tiger and Jin Geng in Ulsan's body.
Invisible weapons are more terrifying than visible weapons.
That kind of sharpness is like a strike struck by an unparalleled swordsman. It is both beautiful and frightening. Its sharpness is so terrifying that wherever the golden light passes, it is unrivaled.
The sharp rays of light shot out all over the sky, as if peerless sword cultivators were attacking at the same time. Its power was so terrifying that it could scare people to the point of peeing.
This is the Tao of Ulsan, the White Tiger Killing Tao, a terrifying power that he created and understood on his own, a mixture of several great ways.
The title of Lord Wanbing began from this.
In his world of military strength, there are simply no rivals.
The human sea tactics are useless against him. At the same level, three or five spiritual masters may not be able to do anything to him, but will be suppressed by him.
Just look at those people struggling in the world of Bingfeng at this time, and you will know that everyone below the Spirit Master can be killed almost instantly. Some peak Spirit Sects rely on the treasures given by the clan, or equipment such as holy weapons and holy armor.
, or if there is something to protect their lives, they can barely resist it. But in the next moment, when the treasure is broken, these people are chopped into flesh almost instantly, and then annihilated, disappearing into nothingness, both in form and spirit.
Destroy!
The same is true for the Spirit Master.
It can be seen that at this time, he relied on this Bingfeng World to directly suppress no less than thirty venerables. They were all enveloped by his Bingfeng World, trapped deep in it, and struggling hard.
Ulsan's whole body was glowing, and there was a golden crown rising and falling above his head. His eyes were like golden lamps, bursting out with golden light, majestic, with a sense of indifference and a look of disdain, and coldly scanning the four directions.
"Put down the Principle Source Fruit, otherwise, you will die!"
"Ulsan, you have already monopolized thirteen Principle Fruits, aren't you afraid of dying!" Someone yelled angrily.
It was a seven-star spiritual master. The aura around his body was like the blazing sun, and endless flames and magma rolled out of his body, resisting the golden edge around him.
He stared at Ulshan, his eyes were red, and while he was breathing, two hundred-foot-long fire dragons rushed out of his nostrils, lingering in his ears and hair.
Ulsan sneered, "Hong Zamao, looking at you like this, do you want to steal my fruit? Where did you get the courage?!"
"Humph." Chihong Taoist sneered.
Ulsan seemed too lazy to waste any more time on him. Encircled by the vast world of military front, his pace began to move forward.
"Ulsan! Don't be too greedy!"
"Get out! This is my goal, Ulsan, get out of here!"
"Ulsan, are you going to break the rules?!"
"Damn, that's so crazy! Fuck him to death first!"
"roar!"
Ulsan sneered, and behind him, a sword-toothed red wind tiger roared, seemingly cheering.
"Rules? They are meant to be broken!"
"I am invincible in all directions! Kill!!"
On the other side, Xing Zhan, who transformed into an ancient giant, also danced with eight arms, running rampant on the battlefield like a demon, as if he were nothing.
"roll!!"
He has a sword in his left hand, a battle ax in his right hand, two arms on his ribs, and four arms on his back.
Huge black magic patterns, like auspicious clouds, like glyphs, and like stars all over the sky, cover his eight huge arms.
His upper body and neck also have this pattern that looks like ancient writing.
Black magic lines linger on it, causing his every move to erupt with infinite power, which is terrifying.
In addition, Xu Bodhi, Jin Qianshan and others are also extremely powerful.
Each one of them is the master of the battlefield. It is too late for others to escape from them, and no one dares to come up to harm them. It is simply asking for death.
But on this magnificent and huge battlefield, there are more troublesome people than these people.
"Daojun, with your strength, Daojun, this Taoyuan Fruit should be useless to you, right? Why bother fighting with us?"
Ji walks in the empty space, like strolling in a leisurely garden, moving forward slowly.
The speaker was a Seven-Star Spiritual Lord, with sinister eyes and a majestic face. He was dressed in black and white Taoist robes, with black on the left and white on the right. It was like yin and yang were divided, and the aura coming from him was really frightening.
There is no doubt that this is also a super strong man.
But in front of Ji, this man kept his posture very low. At this time, he was talking to Ji in a completely pleading tone.
"It's true that I don't need him anymore, but I have a junior brother." Ji nodded towards him, and then said softly.
"Junior brother? That Meng Xiao... Master Meng?!" The black and white Taoist robe spiritual master's eyes flashed, and in the middle of the sentence, he changed his words, "But haven't we already given him a Principle Fruit? With his strength,
That Principle Source Fruit is enough for him to digest and remain in seclusion for decades, so what’s the use of having more?!”
Ji glanced at him and said, "Black and white, it's useless to talk more. Do you want to stop me, or do you want to snatch the Principle Fruit from me?"
The Black and White Spirit Lord finally smiled bitterly, "Forget it, I won't touch you anymore. This area will be given to you. But please give me a chance, the Principle Source Fruit... is not much left."
Ji is noncommittal.
Another space.
"This, this is the Immortal Killing Sword Teng Qingyun?! Why did he come to the Taoyuan World!"
"I seem to have seen Ruan Bingxin..."
"And Mu Lei...it seems that all the Xutian Realm's lineage has arrived."
"Damn it! Let's go! Teng Qingyun is more terrifying than Ji Daojun! We don't even have the qualifications to stand in front of him for one round. Stay away from him!"
Teng Qingyun's intimidating power seems to be even more terrifying than Ji's.
Black and White Spirit Master dared to stand in front of Ji and discuss with him. However, on Teng Qingyun's side, let alone discussion, these sages did not even dare to come within three hundred miles of him.
Once they sensed Teng Qingyun's aura, a group of strong men immediately dispersed and ran very fast, fearing that their parents would not give them a pair of wings.
"Whoa!"
A bright sword light lit up, illuminating the entire world and penetrating the long river of time and space.
"puff!"
Thousands of miles away, a flying figure bowed directly, and his body was split in half. The soul located between his eyebrows flew out, trying to escape, but before the soul could make any move, there was an ultimate annihilation.
Then it came, destroyed it directly, and killed it invisible.
"Buzz~!"
A suction force came, and the exploded Principle Source Fruit flew back to Teng Qingyun's palm like a stream of light.
No one dared to stop him midway. Although he was extremely greedy, no one dared to interrupt the suction and pocket the Principle Source Fruit.
"What should I do?" Someone in the distance noticed this, immediately frowned deeply and looked at his companions.
"What else can I do? Do you want to reason with the Immortal Killing Sword?" The companion replied, "If it's Mr. Ji Dao, you can go up. But this is Teng Qingyun, and he won't tell you much at all.
, if you dare to step forward, I will treat you as an enemy and kill you with a sword. I still want to live for a few more years, Teng Qingyun, if you can, try not to provoke me."
"Then just watch him sweep away like this?!"
Someone was extremely unwilling, "Teng Qingyun has at least twenty Principle Fruits in his hand! He is breaking the rules! If everyone is like him, what will the rest of us do?!"
"Then what do you want? Join forces to besiege?!"
"Brother Dao, I would like to advise you, really don't seek death. It's good to be alive. Don't even think about causing trouble with Teng Qingyun."
"I'm not convinced! Damn it, how many Principle Fruits are there in total? If it's shared among tens of millions of people, it's simply not enough! Let him monopolize more than twenty of them? Not even the Immortal Killing Sword! He's breaking the rules!
"
"Forget it, endure it. Teng Qingyun was like this three hundred years ago. If you really want to provoke him... I can only say I wish you good luck."
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"Chase! That bitch has three Principle Fruits on her! We can't let him run away!"
"That kid in front of you, stop! What? The Lin family, the golden family? I don't care what the golden family is! Give me the Principle Source Fruit immediately, otherwise I will bury you on the spot!"
"Jiejie, little girl, give the Principle Source Fruit in your hand to the ancestor. The ancestor will be grateful to you..."
In the battlefield competition, the mountains and rivers are eclipsed, and the sun and moon have no light.
This war seems to be about to bring down the whole world. The strong have the attitude of the strong, and the weak are also struggling desperately, looking for that glimmer of hope and changing their fate against the will of heaven.
In the time room, Meng Xingyuan is practicing with concentration.
The killing points are constantly exchanged for perfect quality [Five Spiritual Pills], which are swallowed by him like a long whale sucking water, and then refined.