"Lan Wei from the Yuling Sect, Ding Wenbo from the Weapon Refining Sect, haha, the heads of the four super sects are all here, it's really lively."
"Since you all have come a long way, there is no need to go back today."
As he spoke, Zhang Wenyuan's eyes burst out with bright golden light.
Boom! The heaven and earth shook! A giant dragon emerged from the clouds and mist, stirring up the wind. The ferocious and majestic dragon head slowly poked out from the clouds, and its cold and upright pupils looked down at the front.
A huge tiger raised up thousands of meters of clouds and mist, filled with extremely violent murderous intent, and swept across the entire place, casting a heavy and oppressive feeling on everyone's heart.
Golden dragons and silver tigers occupy the space between heaven and earth.
It exudes an aura of terror.
"Zhang Wenyuan, you are considered a genius in cultivation. If you concentrate on your cultivation, you may not be able to reach the great road one day in the future. Why waste your precious cultivation time for these ants?"
An elegant man wearing a green shirt with slightly white temples spoke calmly.
"Really speaking, you can be considered a disciple of the sect."
"In order to protect the Chinese secular world, you parted ways with Longhu Mountain and abandoned the sect that raised you. If your mentor had known that this day would come, do you think the Heavenly Master would have accepted you as his disciple?"
The elegant man spoke again.
The voice seemed to be filled with some kind of magic power, echoing in the void.
"Master..." Zhang Wenyuan laughed: "You are wrong. If Master is still here, he will fully support me and be proud of me."
As he said that, he raised his head and sneered: "Ding Wenbo, I heard that your weapon refining sect has a semi-finished fairy treasure called the 'Deng Xian Bell', which can block other people's Taoist minds and can also enlighten one's own mind."
"What I saw today is nothing more than this."
Zhang Wenyuan sneered: "I thought you were so powerful that this little soul power was enough to shake my Taoist heart?"
Talking room.
The purple and gold robe on his body surged, and dragon and tiger patterns circulated, instantly defeating all the strange spirits around him.
Ding Wenbo frowned slightly and was about to continue controlling the 'Deng Xian Bell'.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
The roar of dragons and tigers exploded across the sky and earth with such mighty force that ripples appeared in the void like a lake.
Ding Wenbo's face changed slightly, and he quickly waved his sleeves and used a spell to block.
"Don't know what to fear!"
Zhang Wenyuan squeezed the magic formula with his hand, and the power of his soul became more and more turbulent, sweeping over like a majestic ocean wave, and then smashed down hard.
Bang! The void exploded in front of Ding Wenbo, and he was forced to fly back a hundred meters.
"Zhang Wenyuan, since you are so stubborn, you can't blame us."
Ding Wenbo's face was gloomy. He flipped his hands and threw out a small object the size of a fingernail from his sleeve. His spiritual power surged and surged against the storm.
In an instant.
Wow! An extremely huge four-legged cauldron emerged from the void. It was completely black. The cauldron held a dragon in its mouth and was trapped on the cauldron by shackles. The entire cauldron was covered with runes.
"Prison Dragon Suppresses the Heavenly Cauldron!"
"Bah!"
Ding Wenbo shouted violently, and the four-legged cauldron erupted with a roaring sound. Eight rough shackles of the void spread out, exuding a cold aura, and entangled towards the dragon and tiger dharma.
Almost at the same time.
Beside Ding Wenbo, the old man in rich clothes burst out with powerful spiritual energy. He pointed harder, and the void behind him shattered into a gate to the realm.
There were low roars coming from inside the doorway.
"Roar——" A three-headed dragon that was a hundred feet long, covered with scarlet scales and covered with sharp barbs, flew out of the void.
The Yuling Sect is good at controlling spirit beasts.
These three red-scaled dragons are the natal spiritual beasts of Lan Wei, the master of the Yuling Sect. They also have the strength of the late stage of the God Transformation Realm, and have the blood of the ancient times. They are the most murderous and cruel.
The Prisoner Dragon Suppressing Heavenly Cauldron of the Weapon Refining Sect.
The three-headed red-scaled dragon of Yuling Sect.
These two things are top-notch treasures.
Eight shackles were tightly wrapped around the Dragon and Tiger Dharma. The Dragon and Tiger roared and struggled hard with terrifying force, making Ding Wenbo's face turn slightly pale.
But soon, the three-headed red-scaled dragons from Yuling Sect came in, which greatly relieved Ding Wenbo's pressure.
"It seems that you are really preparing to start a war."
Zhang Wenyuan's tone was indifferent, the golden light in his eyes swelled, and the peach wood flying sword trembled in front of him.
Accompanied by the Taomu Feijian's sword intent rising.
Another mighty sword energy also rose into the sky, and the cold sound of the sword resounded throughout the world.
Huh! Hou Yu, the leader of the Taiqing Sect, arrived in a flash.
The Taiqing sword is completely white, with its tip reaching to Zhang Wenyuan.
This was not over yet, as more than a dozen thunderbolts struck down, the leader of the Zixiao Sect, Li Min, also arrived through the air.
In an instant.
Heaven and earth are quiet.
The four super sect leaders were located in all directions, standing in the void and surrounding Zhang Wenyuan.
This scene was extremely shocking, and even made some monks hiding in the void extremely shocked. Even in the great war during the suppression operation, the four super sect leaders had never besieged Zhang Wenyuan at the same time.
"The four super sects took action at the same time to besiege Zhang Wenyuan. I'm afraid it will be difficult to calm down this matter today."
"Yeah, I thought this time was just to show off my power, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be a decisive battle!"
"The four major sects have been hiding for so many years. Since they chose to take action today, they must have something to rely on."
"Hua Feng is too strong. Today is his critical day to reverse the ghost cultivation. Once he succeeds and regains his life span, the situation in the Kunlun cultivation world will be even more difficult."
"..." In the void.
Many powerful auras were shocked.
Even those wealthy families in Kyoto felt their eyebrows beating wildly and their hearts palpitating when they saw this scene.
"You four old dogs are so shameless!"
Jiang Longwu laughed ferociously, wanting to participate in the battle and share Zhang Wenyuan's pressure.
But he just moved.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Dozens of figures rushed over at the same time, blocking Jiang Longwu's path.
These figures are all powerful men from the sects of Kunlun Realm. They are all powerful and can walk in the air.
"roll!"
Jiang Longwu let out a roar and rushed toward the crowd like a dragon crossing the river, showing no fear.
Almost at the same time.
"kill!"
A violent roar echoed across the sky.
Yan Kejian stood up from the ground, still in the air. A scarlet long knife appeared in his hand, and he slashed at the enemy with murderous intent.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The warriors from the military department also took to the air one after another. Although they were inferior in number compared to the strong men of the sect, they were all extremely brave and had crazy fighting spirit.
Jiang Longwu jumped into the crowd and his speed exploded again.
Bang! There was an explosion in the void, and he disappeared instantly. The faces of the monks in front changed slightly. Just as they were about to prepare for defense, Jiang Longwu tore through the void and swept out from behind them.
The punch is strong and domineering.
Hammer down hard.
Boom! Boom! The two monks exploded into bloody foam in an instant. Even their souls did not have time to escape, and they were strangled into powder by the domineering fist.
Jiang Longwu's movements did not stop at all. The moment he punched, his military boots were whipped to the side.
Just a sound of "chila" broke through the air, and the whip leg cut the space, like an extremely sharp artifact, directly cutting off a monk in the realm of gods and the flying sword.
The strength of his legs remained unabated, and he hit a monk behind him until he vomited blood and flew backwards.
Before the man could stabilize his figure, Jiang Longwu had already rushed over. He didn't even look at the man, but just used his foot strength to lend some strength to his head.
Bang! The monk's head exploded, blood splattered and he fell instantly.