Ji Lu was suddenly startled and looked back, only to see a huge bloody sword lotus appear above his head.
The vast sword intent blocked all his escape routes.
Tang Ming flew over at great speed, and Shura's flying sword fell forward with murderous intent.
Ji Lu was about to control the Beast King Seal, but Chu Muyu was already prepared, soared into the air, and terrifying power erupted from his arms.
The blood is majestic.
Chu Muyu held an ax in both hands and struck the Beast King's order hard.
"Bang!"
There was a violent sound in the void, and a crack was suddenly seen in the Beast King's order.
"How is this possible?"
Ji Lu was shocked and couldn't believe it.
The Beast King Token is the most precious treasure of his Spirit Control Sect. It is extremely hard and contains dozens of powerful beast souls, including many ancient alien species.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
But Chu Muyu then struck several times with the axe, causing the Beast King Token to roar.
Ji Lu, who was mentally connected to the Beast King Ling, was also shaken to the point of being shaken, and his face turned pale.
"Little friend Tang, kill quickly, I can't hold on for long if I burn my soul." Chu Muyu secretly transmitted the message.
"good."
Tang Ming glanced at the distance. The mysterious woman from the ancient Butian Clan was fighting fiercely with the Immortal Soul. Neither party had the intention to stare at him.
Think of this.
Tang Ming squeezed the seal with his hand, and the Xingxuan formation changed, sealing hundreds of meters in radius into the formation, isolating detection.
Buzz!
The Shura jade cloth places a restriction on spiritual consciousness.
The dragon scale jade cloth creates a space barrier.
After ensuring that his identity would not be revealed, Tang Ming also launched his real killing move, and a purple lightning mark appeared between his eyebrows.
The ultimate realm.
"Boom!"
Tang Ming's aura surged, he took a step forward, and his body struck down towards Ji Lu like thunder.
Click!
The body's true strength bursts into pieces.
Ji Lu was forced to retreat tens of meters. Before he could stabilize his body, a bloody sword lotus fell from the sky and enveloped him.
Tang Ming's eyes were cold, and he controlled the formation, setting off waves of spatial torrents to confuse the audience.
This move is mainly to prevent outsiders from discovering clues.
"roar!!"
Along with a roar, a totem appeared on the back of Tang Ming's left hand. Behind him, a huge dragon body and a human face suddenly appeared. The red dragon bodies were entangled together, like a towering giant peak.
Witch Totem!
The ancient witchcraft sign - Zhu Jiuyin!
"roar!!"
Zhu Jiuyin roared and stared directly at him, and the formation was instantly plunged into darkness.
Ji Lu was shocked in his heart. This darkness was not only darkness in the visual senses, but also the perception of the soul fell into the darkness of nothingness.
"This is...the ancient witchcraft image..."
"The ancient witches have long since declined, and only some remnants remain in the Miao territory of secular China. Is this Tang Qingming...could he be from China!!"
Ji Lu frowned.
suddenly.
He thought of one thing. According to the Yuling Sect's intelligence, Secular Huaxia had had a confrontation with the Evil God Sect in Miao territory. The most eye-catching one was naturally Huaxia's new powerful man in the country, Tang Xuantian, who had won the
The witch god inherits and can control the ancestral witchcraft.
Zhu Jiuyin Dharma.
Witch Totem.
Tang Xuantian...Tang Qingming...
"You are Tang Xuantian!!"
Ji Lu took a deep breath and suddenly raised his head to look ahead.
Tang Ming's face was expressionless, the swords around him were fierce, and the true meaning of four completely different swordsmanship slowly condensed.
Zheng!
Shura Feijian also took off his disguise and returned to his original appearance of scarlet red.
"Shura Sword!"
"You are indeed Tang Xuantian!"
Ji Lu's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he suddenly jumped into the air and charged forward.
"roar!"
Zhu Jiuyin's Dharma Appearance roared, the huge dragon body was surrounded by the fire of the shaman spirit, burning the void, and whipped towards him suddenly.
The powerful breath tears apart the void.
Bang!
Ji Lu's figure suddenly shook. Even with his peak level of cultivation, he was unable to withstand the blow and was forced to fall dozens of meters.
"Damn it!"
"Are you, Secular China, preparing to start a war? Tang Xuantian, who gave you the courage to come to Kunlun Territory and act arrogantly!"
Ji Lu roared.
"War?"
Tang Ming stared at each other condescendingly and sneered: "You four major sects have been infiltrating and attacking the secular world. Back then, you even hunted down my father and surrounded and killed me many times!"
"Ever since the Immortal descended to the realm, you have made even more progress and moved more frequently. You are the one who initiated the fight."
Zheng!
Shura's flying sword fell into Tang Ming's hand.
With the sword in his hand, Tang Ming's aura became more and more fierce, especially his pupils, which suddenly glowed with a bright golden light.
"Um?"
Ji Lu's eyebrows suddenly jumped wildly, and a feeling of extreme danger made his scalp numb.
"Impossible, even if he is Tang Xuantian, a strong man who controls the country in China, there is no way he can threaten me!"
Ji Lu forced himself to calm down.
But the next moment.
The golden light in Tang Ming's pupils skyrocketed, and the originally blood-red Shura Flying Sword was also covered by the golden light, emitting a dark golden and cold murderous intent.
He held the sword in both hands and struck out suddenly.
Zheng!
A sharp piercing sound cut through the sky, as if it had cut off the limitations of space, and was filled with an unspeakable Taoist rhyme.
Kill God!
This is the secret art of swordsmanship taught to Tang Ming by the human king Xuanyuan Ye. It is specially designed to cut through the sea of consciousness stored in the gods and break the aura of the great avenue.
"..."
Ji Lu only felt a golden light coming in front of his eyes, and the next moment, a huge wave was set off in his soul.
Click!
Jilu Shenzang left a deep scar in the sea of consciousness. The scar was irreparable and ran across the middle of the sea of consciousness.
"Pfft!"
Ji Lu spurted out blood, suffered a heavy blow, and quickly called on his own soul to organize defense.
"Can you stop it?"
Tang Ming's eyes were sharp, and his golden eyes were like an ancient god.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The golden sword sword kept slashing down, leaving terrifying ravines in Jilu Shenzang's sea of consciousness.
This is a scene from Soul.
But in reality, in Chu Muyu's sight next to him, he could only see that both of them persisted, and then Ji Lu kept spitting out blood, and his breath passed quickly.
"What kind of trick is this?"
Chu Muyu's cold eyes narrowed: "The sword just struck seemed to be able to stand directly within the monk's divine sea of consciousness..."
Just talking.
The void was turbulent, and the aura around Ji Lu became violent and crazy.
"No, he's going to blow himself up!!"
Chu Muyu's face changed slightly. This was the self-destruction of a cultivator at the peak of the God Transformation Realm. Its power was terrifying. If it affected his remaining soul, he would probably be destroyed.
Sudden.
Tang Ming also opened his eyes and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, he can't make any waves."
Ji Lu's aura was so crazy that he heard a loud roar.
Bang!
Boom!
The power of self-destruction was terrifying. At the last moment, Ji Lu summoned the last ray of soul and roared: "Tang Qingming is the Chinese Tang Xuantian..."
But it's too late.
Behind Tang Ming, a majestic chair loomed.
The throne of the human king!
Suppress the ancient times!
Directly blocking the power of Ji Lu's self-destruction and even the sound transmission from the soul.
"puff--"
When the last ray of violent spiritual energy dissipates.
Ji Lu was completely dead.
A supreme elder from the Yuling Sect, a powerful man with the peak cultivation level of the God Transformation Realm, died just like that.