"Hmm, what are those two people doing, the battlefield of Zhou Tian's power in front of them, rushing up and wanting to die?"

"No, I think those two people seem to be ...... Feng Yin?!"

Someone screamed and discovered Feng Yin's identity.

"He has the Heavenly Artifact on him, stop him!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe became excited, and he pulled out his weapon to stop Feng Yin, who was in the Qianyuan realm and had long coveted Feng Yin's annihilation.

Burst!

A fist smashed hard, and the man who had just opened his mouth screamed, looked at a man in white in disbelief, and finally fell down unwillingly.

After the white-clothed warrior killed this man, he returned behind Nie Ze.

"If anyone has an idea at this time, they have asked me and the fighters behind me first. Nie Ze shouted loudly.

Some people were afraid for a while, and then the cicadas were silent, and Nie Ze made a decisive move, so that they didn't dare to make any small moves.

Feng Yin didn't care about anything else, he and Feng Zi stopped fifty miles outside the center of the battlefield, and if they went any further, they would have the power of their lives at every turn.

"Senior, we met once, you saved me, remember me?" Feng Yin shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, a snickerer came from the crowd.

"Hehe, I thought he was doing something, it turned out that he was recognizing his relatives and climbing high, and the power is also something you can see if you want to?"

Many people made mocking remarks, and the Supreme frowned, not understanding what Feng Yin was going to do at this juncture.

What everyone didn't expect was that in the picture of the yin-yang mirror, the old man really stopped his movements and turned his head.

"What's the matter with you?" said an old but majestic voice.

The old man asked as he pressed the black mist with his pure gold-like hand over and over again, making it unable to condense into a human form for the time being.

"Does he really know that being, is there some cause and effect?" said someone in surprise.

Feng Yin took out the Chaos Stick and threw it at the Chaos Mist, which had the effect of not being touched, and immediately disappeared into the mist.

Feng Yin was worried that saying this thing would make people with bad intentions come to him, so he cast the Killing Dao Yuan Shen Chapter, and attached it to the chaotic stick with a wisp of harmless killing intent wrapped in a vague divine sense.

Half an hour later, a sigh came from the chaotic mist, and the Celestial Stick was thrown back untouched.

"This thing is extremely mysterious, but it's a pity that it's useless to evil thoughts, and it can't be finished. "The stick has the divine thought of the old man with dry tobacco attached to it.

Feng Zi's body trembled, and he shouted unwillingly: "Is there really no way?"

The voice resounded for hundreds of miles, but there was no answer.

At this time, the demon thoughts have been condensed, and even the old man of dry smoke can't suppress it, and the two sides have a wrong face, and they fight again.

Thundered!

The powerful qi shook the two of them backwards one after another, and it was not until one hundred and fifty miles away that they felt better, the fog in the center was churning, the old man was crazy, and the majestic posture was infinitely high.

Like a madman, he roared and threw countless punches.

At this time, the carrier of evil has become more powerful, and every move and style has brought out endless afterimages, and the general trend of heaven and earth follows, and it is often the trend of destroying withering and decaying.

The situation has changed from being crushed by the old man to being evenly matched, and the situation is precarious.

Feng Yin couldn't hide his loss, he was about to retreat, but he felt countless hostile eyes.

Above, in all directions, people from all major sects were staring at them coldly.

"Hand over the ashes, I will let you leave a hundred miles, and it doesn't matter if you live or die a hundred miles away. "The Starfall Pavilion Pavilion Master issued an ultimatum.

"People can go, but the treasures must be left behind, and you are not qualified to hold the Heavenly Treasures. The head of the Ge family said coldly.

And the Thunder Sect and other forces were as heavy as water, and they did not hide their killing intent at all.

Feng Yin's face was as cold as ice, but he couldn't contain a wave of anger in his heart.

"The end is coming, you are still coveting treasures, and you are still worried about your face, all of them are not as good as pigs and dogs!" Feng Yin scolded bitterly.

"Presumptuous!" The face of the hall master of the Venerable Dragon Hall was slightly gloomy: "Even if you have a hundred lives, you are not qualified to point fingers at us!"

"Hahaha! It's better to be a pig and a dog!" At this moment, the Supreme laughed: "If you don't die today, I will make up your friend!"

Airplanes!

At this moment, the turquoise light soared into the sky, and a turquoise ruler hung above the head of the seal, and the cyan brilliance flowed, carrying the majestic supreme aura of the avenue.

"Fengzi, come back with your friends and come to me. "The leader of the Tongxuan Sect said calmly, his sleeves were windless and automatic, and he had a natural charm.

"Do you want to protect that little thief through the Xuan Sect?hmph, can you keep it?!"

"Feng Zi is your disciple, he can go, Feng Yin must stay. ”

The rest of the sect leaders spoke out one after another, and the psychic holy weapon in their hands also bloomed with a brilliant divine light, putting pressure on the Tongxuan sect master.

"One by one, the dogs are offal, that day Lao Tzu got up and turned all your nests upside down, just wait!"

At this time, Fengzi was also angry, and as soon as these words came out, except for the Supreme Hahaha laughing, all the great sect leaders had cold faces.

"This is your disciple, if you dare to offend us, even if you capture him, you won't be able to say anything. The head of the Ge family said coldly, looking at the two of them with indifference in his eyes.

"If you come over and see if you killed me, or if Tianju killed you first!"

At this time, Feng Zi didn't care about it, he still had three opportunities to borrow the power of Tianju, and he would rather use it this time, but also kill it happily, maybe he could also help the old man with drought and smoke.

The major sect leaders stopped talking, and in their eyes, Feng Yin and Feng Zi were like ants, and it was not worth them to say a word.

But everyone could see clearly that the Starfall Pavilion Pavilion Master at the front had already raised his eyelids, which was a sign that he was about to make a move.

"Tianju?Who is Tianju in your hands?!"

At this juncture, the old man in the battle suddenly distracted and asked in surprise.

"It's a junior, I don't know if the juniors can help you. Feng Zi said loudly, and at the same time provocatively glanced at the many sect masters above.

There was silence for a long time in the chaotic mist, and then suddenly there was laughter.

"Good, good, good!"

Three times in a row to make everyone confused, and the tense situation eased.

"You bring in with Tianju, and I'll open a safe passage. As the old man spoke, the Carrier of Evil pierced his chest with a black spear, and as soon as he finished speaking, he spat out three mouthfuls of blood, and the corners of his mouth were bright red.

He twisted his wounded body, breaking the tip of the spear in his chest, and then swung his fist, moving very slowly, but let the Carrier of Evil scream to avoid it, showing the immortal magic to resist the monstrous fist intent.

"Quick!" the old man shouted out the word, gritting his teeth and shouting: "The master of the ashes is here together!"

Feng Yin was shocked, he didn't expect that he also had a share, but he was a little worried, because he was different from Feng Zi and couldn't control the ashes.

(End of chapter)