"Shut up, we've seen a lot of young, arrogant, ignorant young people like you. With this kind of character, your achievements must be extremely limited. Without the art of divine fighting, you're just a loser!"
"From now on, your crimes will include the lives of thousands of people in Nanhai City. It is already an unpardonable crime!"
The four elders of Huayan, as well as Elder Zhang and the King of Nanhai, all reprimanded and encouraged.
"Don't you know that you are about to die?" An elder shouted sternly after being scolded by Wang Chen.
The corner of Wang Chen's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was disdainful, but a red light flashed across his eyes.
Behind him, the sword pattern circulated, and in an instant, it turned into a human-shaped sword pattern with three sides and four hands.
Boom!
Everyone present seemed to be able to hear their hearts beating twice suddenly.
The terrifying murderous aura condensed into substance and spread out from Wang Chen's body, turning the air into a bloody red, making the ruins that had just experienced the war seem to be plunged into a sea of blood.
The sky is as red as blood.
"Do it quickly!"
The young man in front of him actually caused a bright red celestial phenomenon, like blood bathing in the sky. The four Huayan elders felt chills in their hearts, and they did not dare to let Wang Chen's momentum continue to gather.
Boom!
The Four Elders of Huayan, Elder Zhang, and the King of Nanhai all took action. Their skills were inherited from the same lineage, superimposed on each other, and a terrifying explosion occurred.
A huge mushroom cloud soared into the sky, with blazing white flames steaming, bringing destructive heat. The earth was instantly melted into a huge hole, with lava churning inside.
In the fierce flames, six people flew in the sky, like gods controlling the flames.
But even as spell casters, they found it difficult to withstand this terrifying temperature.
The monstrous disaster was reflected in his eyes, and Wang Chen's figure had disappeared.
"Has it turned into ashes?" Qian Zhongbai and other cultivators said sadly.
When Nanhai City was at its most desperate and the self-proclaimed upright cultivators knelt down, it was the infamous man who killed the evil god to turn the tide, but in the end, he fell into the hands of other cultivators who were both human beings.
The human heart is sometimes more poisonous than the devil.
"Are you going to die or not?" Nanhai King laughed wildly.
Elder Zhang felt relieved. This feeling of controlling the destructive magic formula made him feel confident again: "Those who see me kneeling will be killed if they have no background."
There was a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.
While the six people had their own thoughts, sudden changes occurred. Among the four elders, the aura of one person declined in an instant.
Elder Zhang suddenly looked back, looking at the tall and thin elder with incredible eyes, but his breath quickly disappeared.
His head, body, and legs seemed to have been cut off instantly by an extremely sharp blade, and then slowly fell down, his eyes protruding, revealing an expression of disbelief.
Blood spurted out, and the body, which had lost its real power, split and fell.
Everyone was frightened and looked up as if they felt something. They saw a figure covered in blood standing in the air, with torn clothes fluttering in the wind.
Wang Chen's whole body of real power has turned into a bright red color. He holds a sword in each hand, one sword is slender and the other is broad, emitting a dazzling golden light.
Six Sword Techniques, Shura Dao!
With this mark that was directly imprinted in the divine sea, he could already use this sword technique to attack and kill in a rough way.
However, the real power is consumed very quickly.
His current level of cultivation is not enough to use this sword technique for too long.
"Is it Jiba? How is this possible?"
The four elders of Huayan usually had a close personal relationship, but one of them died in an instant, which made the remaining three elders red-eyed. They all shouted and inherited the magic without reservation, and attacked Wang Chen like crazy.
The sound of thunder is endless.
The sky was lit up by the spell, as bright as day, and a burning aura of destruction rolled up.
Scattered flames fell down, and fire rained from the sky.
The sky and the earth were filled with blazing flames.
Like purgatory, there are even more screams in purgatory.
The three elders of Huayan watched in horror as the golden and red afterimages galloped, and even the sword energy turned into red.
And the inherited magic formula, which was enough to blow the mountain into rubble or even melt, couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed, and all fell into the air.
But it's like gorgeous fireworks that are constantly blooming in the sky.
The terrifying speed made them feel powerless.
The red sword air was as dense as filaments and intertwined into a network, like a whirlpool, sucking the three of them into it.
The eyes of the long-faced old woman burst into flames, triggering a horrifying explosion, but she was unable to resist the attacks from everywhere. A sword flashed past, splitting the blazing fire and herself into two halves.
The fat old man transformed into an extremely fast speed that was completely inconsistent with his body shape. Countless afterimages appeared in the sky and he tried his best to dodge. However, before the afterimages disappeared, his body and head were separated and he fell downwards.
A cloud of blood rained down, and the short old man fell down with eyes wide open with reluctance, and several transparent holes appeared on his body.
These four outer sect elders who had been traveling outside the Huayan Sect all year round died at the same time in a short moment.
In the sky, the flames gradually extinguished.
"This is not true... this is an illusion..." Nanhai King was unwilling to believe that in the blink of an eye, the sect's foundation-building cultivators who were unattainable in the eyes of ordinary cultivators turned into several
A lump of flesh and blood.
Elder Zhang stood stunned in the air, as if he had aged dozens of years, and he didn't know where the wind was blowing.
A bit hot, a bit cold, he suddenly shouted loudly and summoned a huge fire bird to rush towards Wang Chen.
However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the firebird's real power is chaotic and has only its shape.
A red sword energy flew quickly, and the fire bird screamed, turning into a spark in the air and scattering.
The sword light continued, penetrating Elder Zhang's body.
He could have dodged, but he didn't. Looking at the splashing blood mist, his eyes were as calm as death, and he fell on his back.
The ups and downs he experienced today made him feel that death would be the real relief.
Nanhai King, who was watching all of this happening, stood in the air, his hair disheveled, his face frightened, and his whole body trembling.
The blood-red figure stepped on the void and walked towards him. Every step seemed to be stepping on his heart.
What he had done just now flashed before his eyes, and he knew that there was no way he could avoid this disaster no matter what.
The four elders of Huayan died, and Elder Zhang died extremely quickly.
However, I am still alive at this moment.
Living happily.
The feeling of approaching death made him seem to understand something. His eyes were extremely frightened. His hand was holding the fiery red sword tightly, his fingertips were turning white, and he wanted to wield the weapon to preserve the last dignity of a king.
Finally, he slowly knelt down.
"Kill me." He almost collapsed emotionally, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.
There was silence below. The battle just now had a huge impact, and some people with lower cultivation levels and weak courage had quietly left, far away from the place of right and wrong.
The surviving cultivators were all watching from a distance, but they were all stunned.
This is a picture that one will never forget.
Under the blue sky and the full moon.
The king of Nanhai City and the foundation builder knelt in mid-air, bowing his head like a sinner.
In the deathly silence, the two people passed each other.
The heads slowly separated, and Nanhai King's tall body fell down.
The cultivators who were watching this battle had their eyes fixed on the two bodies that were falling like kites with broken strings. They couldn't help but look down. Finally, they raised their eyes. When they looked at the night sky again, there was no one there.