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In the chaotic battlefield of Tianfeng Pass, above it.

In the same way, there is also a huge picture projection here.

In that picture, Mo Wangchen's body flew by, the divine bow was opened, and he was full of brilliance, he was like a killing god, and where he passed, a large area of illusory cultivation fell.

No one was shot by him!

"Join forces and kill him!"

Now Mo Wuchen has become the focus of the audience, and a large number of illusory cultivators have rushed towards him, each using their own means, attacking Mo Wuchen together.

"Kill!"

Mo Wuchen's face was not afraid, the divine bow was full of moon, and the arrows pierced through the void, shattering the oncoming attacks one by one, the golden sword became bigger again, and the volley fell, and the terrifying sword light fell like raindrops, and in an instant, there were more than a dozen people who died under his sword.

The rain of blood drifted in the wind, and the entire battlefield was filled with a wave of madness and killing.

Mo Wuchen walked all the way, he didn't know how many people he had killed, and his goal was only one, which was the teleportation door in the distance!

It is bound to be destroyed!

Buzz!

Ahead, a large area of terrifying fluctuations suddenly appeared, Mo Wuchen looked around, but only to see that there were three Saint Venerable powerhouses rushing towards them, and behind them, there were dozens of nearly hundreds of illusory cultivators, all of whom were above the eightfold level of the Nirvana realm.

Everyone made a move, and huge palms appeared in the sky, like mountains, suppressing Mo Wuchen.

Woohoo!

His bow opened, and in the blink of an eye, a dozen arrows flew out, piercing the giant palm like a deflated balloon, and withered.

However, there were too many people who attacked, and Mo Wuchen couldn't resist all those attacks at all.

The dozen or so arrows he had just shot just now only exploded some of the giant palms, and the rest, at this moment, fell completely on him.

"Boom!"

The earth-shattering explosion echoed, and at this moment, in the projection of that picture, Mo Wuchen was hit by the giant palm that filled the sky, and his body fell rapidly, smashing down to the ground below.

The ground cracked, and a deep pit emerged.

"This test is too reluctant for him......"

"Although this son has a supreme physique, his cultivation has not reached the realm of Saint Venerable after all. ”

Where the cities were, those commanders, looked at the scene in the picture and shook their heads.

The Divine King Body, although he was able to make Mo Forget Dust shake the Saint Venerable Realm, his cultivation was still in Nirvana after all, and it was too difficult for him to pass through this battlefield and destroy the portal of teleportation.

Thundered!

The earth shook, and where Mo Forget dust was smashed, under the deep pit, terrible fluctuations spread out, and the next moment, his body rushed up, causing the rubble to fly.

Airplanes!

A touch of golden light illuminated the entire battlefield, and the huge golden sword trembled wildly, causing the general trend of heaven and earth to surge, and it was continuously integrated into this sword.

The next moment, the giant sword fell, causing the heavens and the earth to lose color, as if the whole world was left with this sword alone.

Then, in everyone's eyes, the terrifying giant sword, with a power that was enough to shatter the heavenly firmament, fell on the nearly 100 illusory cultivators who were blocking in front of Mo Wuchen.

Thundered!

The sword burst out, and the fierce aura filled the void, but I saw that some of the nearly 100 people were slashed by the sword, and their bodies turned into blood mist, and some were shocked from afar, and the blood in their mouths surged wildly.

"Whoever stands in my way, die!"

Mo Wuchen raised his head and roared, his face exclaimed in frenzy, the attack he had just received had made cracks appear in the battle armor on his body, and blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Kill him!"

The Illusory Cultivators reorganized again, and more and more people rushed towards Mo Wangchen.

Led by a strong man who had reached the first heaven of the Holy Venerable, his big hand reached out through the air, as if extending a thousand zhang, and fiercely suppressed Mo Wuchen.

Thundered!

However, just as Mo Wuchen was about to attack, suddenly, a figure took the lead and punched fiercely, blasting towards the big hand of nothingness, like the power of a mountain smashing down, shattering the big hand entirely.

That figure is none other than Wu Lingfeng.

He was also on this battlefield, and at this moment, he also learned that Mo Wangchen's purpose was the portal door.

"Let's go!"

A punch shattered the opponent's attack, Wu Lingfeng looked sideways slightly, but only said such a word.

Looking around, Mo Wangchen found that in addition to Wu Lingfeng, there were also Li Wuxian and others, the demon hunting team that came with him from the Two Realms Pass, everyone came around him, and they were all around him, and they were fighting with the cultivation of illusion.

They're fighting for the dust...... Blaze a trail!

After taking a deep breath, Mo Wuchen took out a jade bottle, among them, there was a divine spring in the Fallen Immortal Forest, he took a drop of his mouth, his energy was rejuvenated again, holding the divine bow, and rushed out.

"Kill!"

For a while, the sound of killing filled the sky, echoing throughout the battlefield, and with the help of Wu Lingfeng and the others, Mo Wuchen's pressure dropped sharply, and hundreds of people moved around his body together, rushing to kill the Illusory Cultivator.

Everyone continued to move forward, and along the way, a large number of illusory cultivators fell, and from time to time, there were many cultivators from the Tiangang side who joined in, and together, opened up a bloody path for Mo Wuchen!

At this moment, there were picture projections in the entire Tiangang and all the battlefields, and countless people looked at Mo Wuchen and the team that followed him.

They are like a sharp arrow, moving forward unimpeded, and wherever they pass, a large area of illusory cultivation has fallen.

In a certain battlefield, Qin Yue's eyes looked at the light curtain motionlessly, and finally, she took a deep breath, and the Holy Son rose into the air and came to the endless sky.

Airplanes!

A domain gate was opened by her, and the next moment, she stepped into the domain gate and disappeared into this battlefield.

......

"Protect me Tiangang, rush to kill the illusion!"

Tianfeng Pass, don't forget the void not far from the dust, Ning Xuan, this future, will amaze the Qingque Emperor of an era, at this moment, her two huge wings vibrate, covering the sky and the sun, and there are constantly terrible storms sweeping out, strangling the enemy cultivators.

"Kill!"

Wu Lingfeng's body was like a mountain, the True Dragon Jue was urged to the extreme, his body was shining with brilliance, and every time he threw a punch, he shocked a Illusory Cultivator to death.

"Humph!"

Suddenly, a cold snort came, and above the sky where their team was located, a terrible clutch appeared, stretching for thousands of feet, covering the sky and the sun, and fell with a bang, threatening to kill all of them.

Mo Wuchen raised his head and roared, his voice rolled, and in his body, the golden sword flew out again, becoming bigger in the blink of an eye, and slashed out with a sword in the air, splitting the falling clutch into two.

The air flow was frenzied, sweeping in all directions, but I saw that a peak powerhouse of the Saint Venerable in the Illusion Realm was taking a volley at this moment, approaching this side.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, he stopped his progress, turned his eyes, and found that not far away, a divine rainbow swept by, it was a figure, in its hand, holding a blood-stained head.

At this moment, the person who arrived was the middle-aged man who had passed on the order to Mo Wuchen before, he had just killed the peak figure of the other party's Saint Venerable, and now, he had come here.

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