The verdant mountains, winding like a dragon, are full of life, but at this time, it is the silence of birds and beasts, and the mystery of the mountains is shrouded in slaughter and stagnation, making people feel a burst of breath for no reason, and even breathing will feel difficult.

The little priest instigated a majestic skill, the pale yellow light on his body rose to the sky, and the sound of dragons and tigers roaring appeared all around, and some stones continued to crack in the flow of this non-real yuan, and the small stones gradually floated.

On the other side, the Red Snow Demon Son also hurriedly urged the Demon Yuan, the black True Yuan, glowing with a trace of bloody red light, like a bat dormant in the night, waiting to exhaust the blood of its prey.

The snow around him flew, and under the insolent blood red, it was reflected into red blood snow, and the snowflakes fluttered among the true yuan, plucking the red hair, and making bursts of heart-stirring sounds, just like a demon who always guards hell, playing a mournful hell mourning.

This burst of mourning music came out, and the sound of the heavenly maiden crying seemed to appear around them, which was so clear that people couldn't help but think of the sadness in their lives.

The sound waves rippled, penetrating the true element, and could be poured directly into people's hearts, and a trace of sadness appeared on the face of the qualitative center standing beside the little priest, as if he had fallen into the deepest and sadest memories, and his eyes gradually began to be chaotic and confused under the expression of more and more sorrow.

"Such a poignant mourning, is it a funeral for yourself!"

Seeing the state of the center of mass, the little priest snorted coldly, and the voice contained a huge and vast true element, breaking the continuous mourning around him, and the deafening sound entered his ears, and the center of mass suddenly sobered up.

"If you can break the first barrier of my Xuan Demon Crying Voice, you do have the ability to fight with me, and Di Yue will not die unjustly!"

Qitian fell to the ground with snowflakes all over his body, and the endless weeping and demonic sound was dissipating invisible, however, at this time, the breath on his body suddenly turned, and there was no breath around his body to bloom wildly, and the red hair flowing on his head no longer flew, but the sense of danger soared to an extreme in an instant.

At this time, the Red Snow Devil was like a tiger aiming at its prey, crawling down for a more powerful blow.

The center of mass on the side and the demon brought by Qitianluo all quickly retreated at this moment, their cultivation was one level behind the little priest and Qitianluo, although they were already considered strong among their peers, but in front of the little priest and the red snow devil, it was a lot worse.

The battle between the two is no longer something they can intervene in, if they are accidentally involved, they will inevitably be hit hard, in the innate realm, each heavy gap is very different, and the stronger the realm, the more insurmountable the gap.

Rumble.

The little priest and Qitianluo turned into Changhong, one yellow and one black, constantly colliding in the void, and it was difficult for human eyes to distinguish the movements of the two.

Bursts of shocking explosions came out in the void, and after each explosion, you could almost see a huge spatial crack appear in the void.

In the collision of the two neon lights, the void within a radius of hundreds of zhang completely became an empty and chaotic existence, and there was a trace of chaos in the broken void, as if the entire sky was about to return to chaos.

The battle between the two powerhouses continues, and to the extent that Xiao Xianzi and Qitianluo are not very different, it is no longer possible to distinguish the winner from the loser with one or two moves.

Gradually, the speed of the collision between the pale yellow neon and the black swirl slowed down, and at this time, the surrounding void had basically completely collapsed, in this kind of place, even if it was as strong as the little priest and Qitianluo, they also did not dare to rampage, once they really fell into the dark pit that was bubbling with chaotic qi, even if they could survive, they would inevitably be hit hard.

The dark chaotic world after the shattered void is an incomparably mysterious existence, no one can find out what it is, and only by reaching the realm of the innate five heavens can one walk in this shattered chaos.

However, this is also limited to walking, and the people who have been able to survive in it for a long time since ancient times are only a few immortal powerhouses who have reached the Innate Nine Heavens realm.

But after the primeval times, apart from people as amazing and brilliant as the Eight Desolations, who else could truly achieve the Nine Heavens' Heavens Rebellion Realm.

The little priest and Qitianluo slowed down their attack, and the surrounding space condensed again, and in the void, they could see a series of mysterious air currents flowing, which was a unique mystery in the land of Kunlun.

It is precisely because of this whirlwind that the collapse of the surrounding void can be maintained within a certain range, and such a big war, if it is placed elsewhere, I am afraid that it can create a black hole that will shroud for several miles.

Within the natural array, Jiang Zhen sat in the void, his eyes were staring at the battle between the two, without the slightest intention of making a move, he understood that although the two of them were fighting fiercely at this time, they still did not exert their full strength, and until now, the secret techniques that the two of them had cultivated had not appeared.

What's more, both of them have a follower by their side, although the cultivation of the center of mass and the demon clan is not as strong as the two of them, but they are also the powerhouses of the innate double heaven, if Jiang Zhen appears at this time, the end will be miserable.

Jiang Zhen sat in the void, and the yin and yang qi on his body blended with this void, helping him comprehend the infinite mystery of the power of space.

The power of the quasi-primordial gods on his body slowly spread, and while watching the little priest fight with Qitianluo, he was also refining Du Tiantong's primordial gods.

Previously, his breakthrough was interrupted by Xiao Xianzi, if it was an ordinary person, it might take three or even ten years to break through again, but Jiang Zhen didn't need to take so long, as long as the nine spirits were one, he would be able to break through the innate bottleneck with the power of the unity of the nine spirits and enter the innate realm.

Whoa......

Outside the mountains, the space is being broken again and again, repaired again and again, and the battle between the two is endless, and they no longer know how many moves they have made and what kind of martial arts they have shown.

"Splitting Mountain Nine Strengths!"

Nine palm shadows appeared in front of the little priest, and every time the two layers of palm shadows were superimposed, the strength doubled, and the nine palm prints were combined, and the power was increased by nine times, which was an amazing and terrifying move.

The palm shadow blasted towards Qitian, although he was not yet there, but the palm wind had already split a mountain behind him from the middle, and it did not live up to the name of the split mountain at all.

In the face of this shocking palm, the Red Snow Devil was not afraid, his palms were quickly raised in front of him, and an arrogant and domineering energy circulated in his chest.

"Roar!"

An angry roar came out of Qi Tianluo's mouth, and the sound wave mixed with the continuous rotation of air in the chest cavity condensed into a demon tiger, which came out of his mouth,