Chapter 7115     A Dream Like a Fantasy
"You guys have followed you for most of your life, and in the end they will inevitably die. If you were willing to stand on my side, maybe the outcome wouldn't be so miserable."
Before the hoarse voice was finished, a blue killing light flashed through his eyes. The Yin Demon Saint Ancestor gently turned his head, and a hint of redness overflowed from the corner of his face.
He stuck out his tongue and licked it, and his eyes gradually became gloomy: "It seems that you old people have made plans to disobey me!"
Wen Qingshan waved his sleeves and then said loudly: "Tianfeng Pavilion is at the top and fight to the death!"
"Hehehehehehehehehehehe, old guy, if you don't want toast, you're fined!"
Another sarcasm came, and the old man from the Blood Demon Sect appeared. The cat cried mouse looked at the people of Tianfeng Pavilion with a false compassionate look, and shook his head hypocritically.
"Luo Cheng, what do you think?"
A hoarse voice opened, and above the void, a tall and majestic man appeared in the joking voice of the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor. It was the Shura Sect leader who fought against Tian Xuexin on the maple leaf platform before, Blood Shura Luocheng!
"Tianfeng Pavilion ignores the rules of the alliance and is in harmony with the Heavenly Palace God Sect. The former has been killed. There is no need to say much today, kill it!"
Compared with the Blood Demon Old Man, the Supreme Elder of the Divine Martial Palace and others, Luo Cheng's hostility is extremely solemn.
"The scoundrels are shaking the tree, overestimating one's own abilities!"
The Yin Demon Saint Ancestor shook his head with compassion, as if regretting that Tianfeng Pavilion had cut off its way forward. Several major forces turned against the Yin Demon Temple. The big hand behind this was already inevitable for Tianfeng Pavilion.
"People, order!"
When the elders of Tianfeng Pavilion saw the Blood Demon Sect, Shura Sect and others, they were ready to die.
During the battle between Maple Leaf Platform, the tragic battle between Tian Xuexin and Yin Demon Temple of the Heavenly Palace God Sect, they all saw it. Now that the past scene is coming again, everyone has the belief of dying.
There are extremely many powerful people on the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor. If you look at the land of the Heavenly Palace, no one can stop this!
"Wen Qingshan, you can't change the current situation by yourself!"
The bloody robe swung in the wind, causing ripples. He was already sure to win the current situation.
He shook his head regretfully, as if he was regretting the ending of Tianfeng Pavilion, but the ecstasy above the expression could not be covered up.
"Since that's the case, then you stubborn old guys, let's go together!"
The cold voice made the final judgment and looked at the old man in green clothes below indifferently. As long as he died, Tianfeng Pavilion would be the fish that could be slaughtered by others on the chopping board!
"Blood rain all over the sky!"
The Yin Demon Saint Ancestor did not intend to delay. He immediately activated his strongest martial arts. In the past, he relied on this move to severely injure the Lingtian clan and respect the elders.
In a blink of an eye, great pressure hit Wen Qingshan. If this move was allowed to fall, many powerful people from Tianfeng Pavilion would probably melt into the blood rain in an instant.
"The great spirit lasts forever!"
With a loud shout, under Wen Qingshan's seemingly thin body, a trace of will of heaven and earth was suddenly communicated. Qinghui covered all the hinterlands of Tianfeng Pavilion, dispersing the dense blood clouds.
A standing green mountain reflects above the sky, which is the original defense power of Wen Qingshan.
"It's all just futile!"
With the blessing of the power of blood rain, the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor's aura surged. Facing the green mountains in front of him, the indifferent expression in his eyes remained unchanged.
Above his seemingly pale face, he was filled with almost crazy ecstasy.
Just a palm gently stroked from his chest, and the Ten Thousand-Second Green Peak reflected above Tianfeng Pavilion was cut off!
"boom!"
The Qingfeng broke from the mountainside, and the corner of the blood-colored robe was not stained with dust.
The Blood Demon Old Man of the Blood Demon Sect and the Shura Sect Luo Cheng on the side both put away their previous self-respecting appearance, but instead felt a chilling feeling.
The seemingly light palm actually dismantled the full defense of a top sect leader in the Heavenly Palace.
"Hahahahahahaha!"
A hoarse laughter came, and a bloody color gushed out from Qingfeng's waist, and Wen Qingshan let out a muffled groan and flew backwards.
Behind the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor, the vast void was like a prey that was broken open. Amid his crazy laughter, the green peak connecting the sky dissipated, time and space drank hatred, and blood flowed from the nine heavens!
"His realm!"
Wen Qingshan was shocked and looked at the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor in front of him in surprise. Even the Qingfeng Pavilion who had communicated with the will of heaven and earth was split open. Compared with before, this guy's cultivation level was even more terrifying. No one knew where the limit of the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor was at this moment!
"If this is your trump card, then that's it!"
The look down judged the thousands of cultivators in Tianfeng Pavilion. The deep sense of powerlessness that surged from the hearts of everyone from top to bottom touched the hearts of everyone. Even Wen Qingshan, who is known as the strongest defense in the Heavenly Palace, could not resist the enemy's attack.
At this moment, a mutation broke out!
The azure blue sword light flashed, the blood cloud condensed, and even the blood-flowing curtain behind the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor was cut open. At this moment, the world was still.
"Frost Flower Sword!"
In a hoarse voice, the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor turned his head and looked back at a corner of the void, "Tian Xuexin, you still chose to die!"
"Damn it you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden gourd suddenly became bigger and fell from the head of the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor!
The void fluctuated, and the blood-colored robe ripped the void and avoided it.
"Bang!"
The huge gourd smashed a huge deep pit on the ground. After the shining golden light dissipated, the figures of Zun Lao and Ye Chen slowly appeared on the gourd's mouth.
Immediately afterwards, the overwhelming power of condemnation came.
"Dare to offend Tianfeng Pavilion!"
Before the elder could speak, behind him, figures came one after another. The thousands of warriors who repelled the beast tide in Tianfeng City gathered in Tianfeng Pavilion at this moment.
"See the Lord!"
"See the Lord!"
The seriously injured Wen Qingshan stared at him and saw the figure of the man above the gourd. Behind him, thousands of people gathered together.
"Okay! OK! OK!"
When Wen Qingshan, who was crying, saw this, he had never said much and had a rosy look on the corners of his eyes.
"Old Wen, let's leave it to us next!"
Ye Chen said softly.
"You are Ye Chen, the Lord of Reincarnation?"
Wen Qingshan is not unfamiliar with Ye Chen's name. This young man who made the Yin Demon Temple return several times is really extraordinary.
Although he only has the Taizhen realm cultivation level, for some reason, his tall and arrogant figure now gives people a sense of peace of mind.
In front of the maple leaf platform, Tian Xuexin never spoke about her whereabouts until her death. The elders of the Heavenly Palace God Sect, who were protected by the man who died without hesitation, was standing in front of him at this moment.
This moment is like a dream.
"Ye Chen!"
The voice of the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor interrupted everyone, and there was a slight trembling in the hoarse voice.
Chapter completed!