The old ancestor of the purple shirt family opened the mountain without waves, did not reply in the air, drove a carriage sideways in the air, by the nine ancient alien Qi La, the momentum was huge, where it passed, a rumbling sound exploded, as if there were 100,000 heavenly soldiers rushing to kill, ten thousand horses galloping, and the universe was overturned.

The clouds were crushed by the horses' hooves, the mist was scattered by the antlers, a pair of dragon's eyes appeared in the high heavens like two volcanic craters, filled with scorching light, and the nine horses scanned the mortal dust, as if looking at the ants, disdainfully.

"These strange beasts pulling carts, the divine horses are incomparable, the scales of the whole body are flashing, and they have the combat power close to the strong people in the sky!" several monks exclaimed in surprise, swept by that gaze, and their hearts palpitated.

"It's so arrogant, a few brutes dare to look at Lao Tzu with such disdain!" Some unruly young monks scolded, but when the horses let out the neighing sound that had been shaking for nine days, they all turned pale and fled in a hurry in the Heavenly Territory City.

"The face of the purple shirt family has been lost by you. ”

The voice was old and solemn, coming from the carriage, and the tone was light, and it was impossible to tell whether it was joy or sorrow.

At the head of the city, the three generations of the purple shirt family were all guilty and embarrassed, and they were hung one by one, embarrassed, and the eldest ancestor even left only one head to survive.

"Mountain Ancestor......" Zi Lingmu howled sadly, wanting to say something, but swallowed it alive again.

It's too embarrassing, there's nothing to say, the three generations of the old, middle and young have all been suppressed by a young man, and if they return to the Purple Moon Continent in the future, the prestige of this first family will inevitably be hit hard.

The great ancestor who only had one head left was pale, knowing that he couldn't stand the ancestor, but the matter had come to this point, it was irreparable, he sighed: "Hey, come to this day, I Zishan Peng suffered by myself, the ancestor of the mountain I have nothing to say, I am ashamed of the foundation of the three thousand years of hard work of the purple shirt family, and the Hui people will inevitably self-destruct the Yuan God in the future, but now, I hope that the ancestor of the mountain will uphold justice and destroy this domain." ”

"If this domain is destroyed, it will be difficult to solve the hatred in my heart!" Zishan Kun burst into a loud shout, his face was full of anger, he was the first day talent, and he would not be able to endure such humiliation at all.

"Shut up!"

In the carriage, the voice was majestic, and the ancestor of the mountain did not show up, but sat in the car and shouted Zishan Kundao: "Defeat is defeat, you are not qualified to speak today!"

Zishan Kun looked aggrieved, but he didn't dare to talk back to the ancestor of the mountain, but his eyes were ruthless, and he secretly cursed in his heart: "Old horseman, I put up with you for a while, and in the future, the Purple Moon Continent will be my world, and I will allow you to teach you a lesson when the time comes?"

"In any case, the people of the Heavenly Continent are innocent, and the old decay can not be killed, but only need to change to the Purple Shirt Continent and rule for my Purple Shirt family, and the monk can survive if he abandons his cultivation. The ancestor of the mountain opened his mouth, and his voice was mighty, spreading all over the radius, with an irresistible majesty.

"Let hundreds of thousands of monks cultivate at their own expense, you great sage is really merciful!" The Wu family mansion spoke again, his tone was yin and yang, and he was not afraid at all.

The ancestor of the mountain opened his expression unchanged, indifferent as before, and said: "No matter what, if you hurt so many monks of my purple shirt family, you must pay a big price." ”

"Then can I say that all the monks of the Purple Shirt Family have abolished their cultivation, and I will let you live?"

"Boy, if you don't compromise, the old decay will destroy the Heavenly Continent, and who dares to gossip?"

"Then I will also destroy your Purple Moon Continent, who dares to gossip?" The Wu family's mansion is extremely domineering, and the conversation with a great saint is not weak.

"You're playing with fire!" High in the sky, the tone of voice coming from the carriage was a little lowered.

"I feel like I'm playing with mud!"

The two sides talked in the air, one more arrogant than the other, and Wujiafu even thought that it was as simple as playing mud against the Great Sage.

"Boom"

A huge and friendless giant hand, covering the sky and the sun, casting a large shadow, poked out of the carriage, without the slightest fluctuation of the essence of the circulation, but completely covered half of the Tianyu City, so big that it was incredible, if this palm was pressed down, there would be thousands of dead creatures!

That great sage is finally going on a killing spree!

The Wu family's mansion, silent, very calm and calm, when the giant hand of the sky is about to fall in the city, a golden fist is as dazzling as the sun, rushing into the sky, the power is incomparable, illuminating everything, many people in the city are like a golden man, bathed in golden sand.

Before the first golden fist collided with the other party, the sun rose from the Wu family's mansion again, and two more, a total of three, collided with it.

"Bang!"

The big hand collided with the golden fist, the heavens and the earth shook, the nine heavens were blown up, turning into a golden ocean, and the spirits trembled, the battle of that level was two gods, but one hand covered the sky, shattering the mountains and rivers, and the naked eye only felt that it was a miracle, a natural wonder, and it was not a battle that human beings could make at all.

The shadows dissipated and the big hand retracted, but intact!

It was a soft palm, and it looked like a mortal, only countless times larger.

"A little strength, it's a pity that because of your actions, the Heavenly Continent will have to bear the catastrophe of being washed in blood!" The supreme being in the carriage was furious, a corner of the edge was revealed, the tone was firm, and the monstrous killing intent spread out, causing countless monks to change color, and it was difficult for Wu Heng to face a great sage even if he was strong, right?

"Hahahaha, anger my Purple Shirt Family Founding Ancestor, you have no chance of survival!" Zishan Kun, who was hanging on the head of the city, laughed a little frantically, he seemed to have seen a sea of corpses, these lowly clans all fell miserably in a pool of blood, and that Wu Heng will die, he will still be the first day in the future, and no one can hide his brilliance!

"This domain is really unlucky, I originally surrendered to my purple shirt family to prosper, but a strange kind came out to make trouble, now it's okay, the whole clan is wiped out, which is embarrassing. Zi Lingmu spoke, even if his heart was vicious, and the huge domain was washed in blood, he still couldn't bear to see it.

Zishan Peng's head was very hideous, and he angrily reprimanded Zi Lingmu and said: "Those who become big things don't pay tips, and a group of barbarians kill and kill, there is nothing to pity, they themselves have caused a big disaster!"

The Heavenly Continent has not been washed in blood, and the three generations of the Purple Shirt Family have begun to discuss, perhaps in their hearts, Wu Heng is not capable of defeating the Great Sage at all, even if the three divine weapons are in hand, they are powerless to return to the sky.

"Look, the Wu family god body has left the mansion and is going to fly to the sky to fight the great sage!"

"This battle is too hard, although Wu Heng's strength is strong, but it is only in the early stage of the second god of the gods, and the other party is nine small realms higher than him!" Bi Xueyan watched worriedly, how could Wu Heng create a miracle, and he couldn't cross such a terrifying chasm, right?

Both the Heavenly Realm Cultivator and the Purple Shirt Family felt that the disparity was too great for Wu Heng to win.

While several people were talking, Wu Heng had already appeared in the sky, and the ninety-nine fists of the evolution of Qiankun in his hand blasted towards the nine-horse sedan not far away.

"Boom"

The golden suns roared across the sky, illuminating the world, and three in a row.

"Do the fireflies also want to compete with the bright moon?" Inside the carriage, a big hand still poked out, but this time, there was a purple light shrouded in it, and the Great Sage used his means for the first time.

Syllable!

The big palm shattered the void, and the three golden fists were smashed one by one, and the golden light suddenly appeared, turning into thousands of rays of glow and sprinkling on the world.

Seeing this scene, Wu Heng's expression became even more serious, and he was secretly surprised: "The Dual Realm of Sealing Gods is really not ordinary and terrifying, it is dozens of times stronger than the so-called Great Ancestor!"

"Boy, you don't have enough background, but you want to be murderous, today you will be arrested and suppressed and refined alive in the furnace!"

Wu Heng was also annoyed, his right hand swiped the ancient heaven-turning hammer, and his left hand sacrificed the Kongtong seal, and the Jiuli pot was suspended above his head, and the stone face of the pot wall opened his big mouth, chewing all the sound waves spit out by the nine divine horses!

"Three holy soldiers, very good, all of them are decayed!"

"It depends on whether you have the ability to take it!"

Boom, the sky collapsed, there was a burst of darkness, the ancient hammer turned the sky down, pulled out the mountain and covered the world, and smashed the top of the carriage shed with a hammer.

Bang Dang!

A piece of colorful fairy spirit stone flew out of the carriage, and the ancient sky-turning hammer collided together, Jin Jian is incomparable, with a vast power, the ancient sky-turning hammer has always been strong, never defeated in the hands of weapons, but today it was faintly suppressed by the fairy spirit stone, the stone is thousands, and the lines are scattered in waves, shaking it away!

"How is that possible?"

Wu Heng was surprised, and then looked at it with his heavenly eyes, and was shocked to find that the fairy spirit stone was actually transformed by the heart of an ancient sage, and now it has become a refinement, not a magic weapon, but a kind of Kuibao, with unlimited potential.

"Young man, this hammer is extremely powerful, but unfortunately it can't use the essence in your hands, it's really a waste of a divine weapon, and it is just right for my own use today!" said the Purple Shirt Family Founding Ancestor with a sneer, and then set out with both hands to catch the ancient heaven-turning hammer.

"Wishful thinking!"

Wu Heng made a move, and the magic hammer immediately returned, but it was not succeeded by the other party.

"Okay, it's really a good blade, it's spiritual, haha, kill you in the purple flame furnace, and it will be decayed!"

As soon as the words fell, a hot wind blew, it was a furnace of flames, and it was also an ancient saint soldier, coupled with the divine stone turned into the heart of the ancient sage, Wu Heng was under great pressure, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

He evolved the Qiankun fist and found that it didn't work at all, and the furnace was blazing with lava, turning over the wisps of fire, melting the fist.

"Flame Heavenly Book!"

At this moment, Wu Heng was forced to be helpless, and a heavenly book rushed out of his eyebrows, colliding with the purple flame furnace.

"Good, very good, very good!" In the carriage, the ancestor of the mountain was pleasantly surprised, this kid has a lot of background, and he actually gave birth to the Heavenly Book of the Xiling Emperor with his divine sense.

Nine handsome horses against Jiuli pots, no equal.

The ancient sky-turning hammer is faintly difficult on the fairy spirit stone, which is the ancient sage of the ancient sage, quite extraordinary, although the power is not as great as the magic hammer, but it contains the avenue, plus it is the great sage in the manipulation, so it is a little down. But the Ancient Hammer is still the Ancient Hammer, or the supreme treasure that can be compared to the Eastern Emperor Zhong Xuanfeng, under this huge disparity, it is still strong, launching a storm-like killing offensive.

The Purple Flame Furnace was faintly suppressed by the Flame Heavenly Book, all of which were fire attributes, and the Flame Heavenly Book contained the ultimate morality, which occupied a slight limelight.

And the ancestor of the mountain finally stepped out of the carriage, a thin old man, with an ordinary appearance, who had lived for three thousand years, and was the first generation of the holy lord of the purple shirt family.

Wu Heng sacrificed the soul of the world-destroying Dao, and the attack array came out together, and one by one golden fists slammed up.

The ancestor of the opening mountain is already a double god, and the means are in the holy power class, one hand is disillusioned, and the Dao Mang is smashed, and the Qiankun fist is easily resolved.

"Purple Dragon Seal!"

Suddenly, a wild dragon drilled out of the old man's palm, as fast as thunder, Wu Heng was drilled by the other party, his chest was penetrated by the purple dragon, poof, he vomited blood, and the whole person fell into the sky, knocking down a huge hole outside the Heavenly City.

The Tianyu City side has changed color, and some people sighed, it seems that Wu Heng is really not capable of fighting the Great Sage, and he is afraid that he will put it into action.

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