Loose cultivation Han Lei! A thunderous name, compared to Guan Shanyue's scattered cultivators who don't know how many generations old, when Guan Shanyue was famous, Han Lei was already a quasi-immortal, countless years have passed, countless heroes, and strong people have passed away, but Han Lei is still standing, some people have long suspected that he can break through the quasi-immortal and become the existence of the immortal realm, but for some reason, he has always maintained the strength of the quasi-immortal, but there is no doubt that its background is absolutely unfathomable. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's you old fellow, you've already condensed the law, why do you need to come to this troubled water?" In the face of Han Lei, even Zhao Tuo, who was born in a big sect, was worried in his heart, it was really Han Lei's reputation that was too terrifying, and only those strong people who came from history would understand Han Lei's horror.

"Haha, I don't want to come to this troubled water, but I am in the rivers and lakes, I can't help myself, and I owe an old partner a favor, so let's take a trip" Han Lei smiled faintly, the whole person was peaceful and upright, very elegant, and there was no tendency to do it at all.

The more this is the case, the more Zhao Tuo palpitates, and in ten thousand years, Han Lei has become more and more terrifying and unfathomable, in front of Han Lei, even if it is Zhao Tuo, he can only be regarded as a junior.

There is a stalemate here, and the battle is fierce on the other side, but Lu Qing and the strong man of the Ghost King Sect are speechless, as soon as they meet, they resort to killing methods, the terrifying power fluctuations ripple in the void, and black cracks in the Dao continue to appear around the two, the power of the quasi-immortals can already shake the heavens and the earth, tear the space, and have a certain immortal might!

Not only the strong of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the strong people of all walks of life fought together, but the strong people of the human and demon clans and the strong people of the human race were also fighting together, and the masters of all walks of life showed their magical powers, and they had not seen any trace of the treasure, but a large number of strong people had fallen, on the contrary, Chen Qingyi, who was the center of the storm, was subconsciously ignored by all the strong people.

Perhaps, in the eyes of these strong people, Chen Qingyi has become meat on the chopping board, at the mercy of others, if he is interested, maybe for the sake of the face of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he can still live, otherwise, under the pressure of so many strong people, life and death are still in a dilemma.

Now, the vast majority of those who dare to get involved in this battle are giants of the Yang God Realm, and occasionally an existence in the Tribulation Realm also has their own special life-saving skills, otherwise, they will fall under the aftermath of the battle between the strong in minutes.

Although the Yang God strong fight, the control of power has reached an extreme, but, so many strong people are fighting, heaven and man are sympathetic, the void trembles, and the fluctuations generated are also extremely terrifying, I haven't seen that the strong people who are fighting now have not expanded the field, in this case, the field is expanded, and without waiting for the opponent to make a move, it will be shattered by this terrifying fluctuation and seriously injured, the domain is essentially an illusory world, an illusory world that relies on the real world!

Every moment, there are strong people who fall, who return to heaven and earth with a body of cultivation, and become a part of the laws of heaven and earth, and have since disappeared and ceased to exist.

However, it was such a tragic battle, countless strong people fell, but they failed to bluff these strong people, but became more and more crazy, stimulated by the smell of blood, one by one, like mad dogs, the spiritual power on their bodies rioted, regardless of whether they were enemies or me, they killed people when they saw them, and the whole scene was completely chaotic.

"Hehe, what a wonderful taste, we should have done this a long time ago" In the unknown void, several black-robed people laughed, their voices full of coldness, greed and longing.

"Wishful thinking, don't forget the landlord's advice to us, if it's messy, no one can keep you" The person who spoke had a higher status, and he could see the situation more clearly, and naturally understood that such a situation was beyond their control.

"You see, well, there will be a supreme existence to make a move soon, they will not allow a large number of strong people to fall, such internal friction The human race can't afford it, and the human demon race can't afford it" The black-robed man said indifferently, compared to the other few people, his position is higher, so look higher and farther.

As for the rest, it may be that they have been in the dark for too long and have lost control of the situation in this prosperous world.

Just as the black-robed man had predicted, the situation finally changed at its most intense.

It may be that the strong people of the two sects of Youwang and Ghost King are too strong, and they have been suppressing other scattered cultivators, and even small sects, and they are fighting chaotically, and the strong people of Youwang Sect and Ghost King Sect are the most targeted, not to mention the strong people of the human race, and those old antiques of the human demon clan that have been hidden for thousands of years are also intentionally or unintentionally aimed at the two powerhouses.

The result can be imagined, a large number of two strong people have fallen, it is no exaggeration to say that from the outbreak of the battle to the present, at least half of the two strong people who participated in the battle have fallen, this is definitely an unbearable result! The existence of every Yang God Realm is the foundation of the sect, and every time it falls, it is a great loss, not to mention, there are several or even dozens, which is simply the cornerstone of a sect!

Therefore, the powerhouses of the two sects couldn't sit still.

Suddenly, the entire void was stagnant, and even the quasi-immortals who were doing it felt extremely depressed, as if they had pressed the pause button, and only the gloomy qi in the sky was rapidly condensing.

"Hurry up, the immortals are coming!" In the unknown shadows, the black-robed man led by him shouted, his figure quickly hidden, and disappeared in place, and when the immortals appeared, the situation was completely beyond their control, and if they continued to stay here, they would be exposed sooner or later.

Finally, the depression in the void gradually dissipated, and the two figures slowly walked out of the converging clouds, compared to the entire void, these two figures were too small, but the moment they appeared again, they suddenly became the center of heaven and earth, and everyone's eyes unconsciously converged on them, and even the blood sun in the sky was ignored.

Immortals!

Everyone had such an idea in their hearts.

And with this thought, the figure in the clouds gradually became clear, and finally revealed its true face, an extremely young teenager, an ordinary youth.

At the moment when the young man appeared, the strong man of the Ghost King Sect quickly approached the young man: "Meet Elder Taishang!" The earth-shattering voice came out of the mouth of the strong man of the Ghost King Sect, revealing the identity of this young man: Immortal of the Ghost King Sect!

And the powerhouse of the Youwang Sect also gathered around another immortal, but he was a middle-aged man, with hair half white and half black, very individual.

All the battles have stopped, the immortals have descended, there is no point in continuing to fight, and the belonging of everything seems to have become clear, no matter how unwilling it is, it has lost the meaning of fighting.

This is the power of the immortals!

To put it bluntly, one immortal can sweep everyone present, including a few quasi-immortals.

"Hehe, it seems that the situation is obvious, we don't have to fight" Glancing lightly at the two immortals standing in mid-air, Han Lei smiled lightly, but he was not very afraid, since then, his trip is more to complete the favor of his old friend, secondly, as a quasi-immortal of an ancient existence, he has hole cards that ordinary people can imagine, this is just the existence of the early stage of the fairyland, he may not be afraid.

"It's a little troublesome" Zhao Tuo said lightly, he was also unhurried, he had a good relationship with Han Lei before, but he didn't do it, so he looked leisurely, he was also a strong man of the human race, it was not very necessary, and he would not live and die.

Zhao Tuo said trouble, but he was not afraid, as disciples of the top sect, they naturally had their hole cards, so they dared to fight fearlessly in the face of many strong people, even if the immortals came at this time, they also had their hole cards, so it was just trouble, not fear.

"Hand over Chen Qingyi, and wait to get out of hell!" The immortal of the Ghost King Sect spoke, his voice was soft, but it sounded in everyone's hearts.

The situation has developed so far, it is indeed beyond everyone's expectations, even the two sects of the ghost king and the king of the ghost have not expected that the dispatch of immortals is a big taboo, so they can only seek a relatively simple solution.

It's just that this relatively simple method in his opinion falls in the eyes of the strong people of the human race, and in the eyes of the strong people of the Heavenly Sword Sect, it is a naked provocation.

The human race is actually a very strange race, for the sake of interests, can kill each other and dump each other, but in the face of foreign enemies, they can unite as one, especially in the face of non-our race, in the hearts of the strong people of the human race, there is such a sentence: non-my race, its heart will be different.

The words of the Ghost King Sect Immortal directly condensed all the Terran powerhouses.

"What a death!"

Everyone can see the situation at the scene, although the Yang God Realm is a rare powerhouse, it's just that this is not the capital to provoke the power of immortals, immortals, with the majesty of immortals that cannot be provoked!

Therefore, the immortals of the Youwang Sect spoke up, and he didn't make a sound from the beginning to the present, but in the face of these ant-like provocations, he was angry.

The immortal was angry, and the world was turned upside down, accompanied by a cold snort from the immortals of the Youwang Sect, the entire heaven and earth changed color, and the terrifying power directly fell on several powerhouses with extremely obvious emotions, including the powerhouses of the Heavenly Sword Sect!

Poof!

A mouthful of blood spurted out by a few scattered cultivators who were suppressed by the might, and their whole bodies softened weakly, with a cold snort, and their souls flew away!

The powerhouse of the Yang God Realm of the Heavenly Sword Sect also vomited a mouthful of blood, and at the critical moment, a mysterious light suddenly bloomed on his body, blocking the power of the immortal and saving his life, this is the difference between a disciple of the sect and a loose cultivator!

"It's really majestic, is the Youwang Sect going to provoke this sect and the human race!" Zhao Tuo spoke, his voice was cold, he was not afraid of the power of the immortals, as a quasi-immortal, sooner or later he would also be the existence of the immortal realm, so the fear of the immortals was naturally a little weaker.

"I don't know what to say, this seat will say it again, leave that kid behind, and wait until you get out of hell, or else, just stay!" The Ghost King Sect Immortal spoke again, obviously impatient in his voice, provoking again and again, without respect for the immortal, which made him very annoyed!

"Oh, I'm curious, how do you want to keep the people of this sect" Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded in the air.

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