Kunpeng flaps its wings, and day and night begin to alternate between breathing.

The boundless sea blocks the sun and the sky.

The method of reversing heaven and earth instantly imprisoned the spirit and turned it into an invisible chain, locking the powerful god who stepped out of the abyss into the void.

The intertwined spiritual network turned into a muddy swamp and cold pool, and once you fell into it, you could never get up again.

Venerable Chuiyun, wearing armor and walking in the air, stood above Kunpeng's head, tilting one finger of the Tianpeng sword in his hand.

"kill!"

Suddenly, endless pressure came over me.

The abundant inspiration from Kunpeng gathered into an illusory sky-cutting sword.

Looking from a distance, it seems that it is not a knife, but a beam of light.

The aurora divides yin and yang into dusk.

Spreading towards that mysterious neck.

This bunch.

One chop.

The coordination is so exquisite.

Even if you change to a late-stage venerable, even if you can only withstand hard resistance.

He comes from a peak venerable person and has been enlightened in this realm for hundreds of years. How can a monk who has touched the edge of a saint be something that ordinary monks can resist?

After the sword was struck, the color of the world instinctively changed. Maybe it was reflected by the light, or maybe it was because the magic was powerful enough to affect the world.

No one can tell the difference, and no one cares about it.

Both sides on the battlefield only care about their opponents, and now the remnants of the Kunpeng Sect only care about whether their ancestor can win.

When this knife was cut out.

Many Nascent Soul Lords let out a breath of turbidity.

In their opinion, no one can resist this sword.

Not even the later sages, let alone that person.

Now that person may have left them far away.

He was only the Great True King at his peak back then.

Two hundred years have passed. It was a fluke to have crossed the realm of the Venerable. How could they hope to win against their ancestor who had already recovered from all his injuries?

"He's really strong."

The old man with a gray beard sighed.

As a former elder of the Kunyun Sect, although he had not met this man many times, he had heard his stories.

"It would be better to say that his progress is too rapid."

"How many years has it been?"

"What kind of cultivation was he when he came?"

"I remember it was the early stage of Nascent Soul."

"Nascent Soul...early stage?!"

Everyone who had been a little relaxed at first was in awe.

There was no joy or sadness on Li Tianshui's face.

Didn't agree with everyone.

Maybe they were nervous, so they wanted to talk a little to ease the situation in their hearts, but they didn't know that the person was not that simple at all.

Since the ancestor has been prepared to win or lose, it means that this person's strength is not judged purely by his cultivation.

Moreover, this person may not be a human being.

Tu Shanjun didn't know what everyone in the Kunpeng Sect was thinking.

After seeing the slashed Aurora Heavenly Sword, the seal in his hand changed accordingly.

execration:

"Lefa Heaven and Earth."

"Show me my prison clothes!"

boom!

Purple-black electric arcs intertwined into an invisible armor of light that burned fiercely from the body of the 100-foot-long miraculous. Everything close to the miraculous, whether it was spiritual power or breath, was turned into dust that disappeared without a trace.

Even the invisible chains and the cage made by inspiration were burned into a huge cave.

It was as if what stood there was not a miracle at all, but the purest thunder.

This is also nature, a pure natural change between heaven and earth, just like the alternation of day and night. However, unlike the peaceful alternation of day and night, thunder is the most violent, and it makes people afraid.

laugh.

Tsk tsk tsk!

The steam burned into mist, confronting the boundless sea in the sky. The long and huge river of mist converged into an endless expanse of glass. Under the miraculous step of the prison-clothed man, circles of black and red smoke were stirred up, like

The waves are like a black and red lotus platform.

"Lift."

Those miraculous eyes flashed with light, like the flames of a furnace being lit.

Green face, fangs, and red hair.

The mouth is like a pool of blood, and the teeth are like door leaves.

Roaring to the sky.

Thousands of inspirations burst out and converged into rays of light.

Take up the boxing frame

Like the bowstring of the full moon, the bow is bent and the arrow is ready.

At this moment, the sea above and the fog below were completely split by this fist.

The terrifying fist intention gathered into a demonic skeleton, opening its mouth of a pool of blood, and while waving the fist in a mysterious way, it seemed to swallow the entire world.

"Swallow the soul!"

The sharp whistling sound was like drawing a sword.

The method of cutting the sky is like a sword.

The collision between swords and knives exploded between blue and black.

The sudden light was like the explosion of the soul, turning the eyes into a white snow, and I was confused and at a loss. It seemed that I had forgotten why I was here.

Immediately afterwards, the oscillating ripples instantly crushed the body-protecting Qi that it had supported.

Buzz!

Clear.

clear.

The sun is hanging in the sky.

The sea of ​​clouds and sky above had already evaporated into raging mist, scattering in all directions.

As the sky clears, Kunpeng hidden in the sea finally emerges, but Kunpeng has long lost its original magic, and is as languid as a giant beast stranded on the shore, panting heavily.

Lord Chuiyun, who stood at the head of Kunpeng, took two steps back.

His hands were shaking.

A trace of blood dripped down, and he finally let him hold the Tianpeng knife in his hand tightly.

Looking at the other side, the red-haired monk looked calm, and the aura around him was complemented by the magical energy behind him. Not only was he not sluggish, but he was even more energetic.

sunny day,

The devil moves forward.

Take a sudden step.

The mist beneath my feet bloomed into black and red lotus flowers.

"Reciting mantras while walking makes lotus flowers grow, and ghosts and gods appear to be approaching during the day."

Venerable Chuiyun looked startled.

He didn't expect that the Zunhun Banner would grow so fast, and its combat power would be extremely powerful.

It is obvious that his aura is only in the middle stage of becoming a god, but his combat power is already comparable to that of a peak venerable like him. Looking at his conduct, I am afraid that he has also blazed his own path on the path to immortality.
To be continued...