Seeing this, the purgatory god couldn't help but show a playful smile on the corner of his mouth and said: "This is interesting, the younger generation of the deserted city insists on looking for death, and it is estimated that the older generation on the side of the deserted city will have to be angry." ”

At a glance, the faces of the older generation in the deserted city are obviously not very good-looking, and the younger generation insists on being strong, and the words are released, can it still be taken back?

"Hahahaha, good, good, it seems that the young people in the deserted city are still a little bloody, not as unbearable as I imagined. Wu Heng's laughter echoed, and he came to strike first, which made it even more difficult for the older generation in the deserted city to ride the tiger.

However, the younger generation of Desert City is really all weak?

Is there really no one to compete with Wu Heng?

"Boom!"

The young handsome man who took the lead in shouting jumped forward and rushed straight into the void, his aura was full of power, like a mountain soaring, and the earth collapsed into a crack.

"It turned out to be him!"

"The young master of one of the four overlord families of the Deserted City, Nangong Illusion!"

"No wonder he is so arrogant and dares to stand up alone to crusade against the Demon Dao Inheritor. ”

Nangong Huan is upright, extraordinary in martial arts, and the power of boiling qi and blood in his body is scattered, like a surging wave, which makes people involuntarily want to retreat.

It was a kind of fighting spirit, and when the mind was moved, it had stabilized the opponent.

"Demon, I am by no means the strongest among the younger generation in the deserted city, but it is more than enough to kill you!" Nangong Phantom held a red peach wood sword full of radiance, with ten wisps of immortal qi entwined all over his body, black hair dancing wildly, and hunting in green clothes!

According to the current point of view, Nangong Illusion seems to be nothing more than that, although the ten immortal veins are extraordinary, but what he is facing is Wu Heng, who has comprehended the supreme meaning of the Demon Dao and awakened eleven wisps of immortal energy.

However, since Nangong Huan dared to ask the older generation not to get involved in this matter in public, it would not be as simple as it seemed.

"Brush!"

The moment Nangong Phantom really made a move, the peachwood sword in his hand appeared densely packed with ancient runes, similar to the attack array!

"Immortal Vein Ancient Spell?"

"Oh my God, I didn't expect to see that legendary thing again in this day and age!"

The monks outside were in an uproar, their eyes widening and feeling a little incredulous. The top forces of the Immortal Vein Ancient Mantra that are spread in the Desolate Ancient Realm will not be passed on at all, and there are very few monks who can withstand the power of the Immortal Vein Ancient Mantra, and they need the power of a strong bloodline or talent.

How powerful is it, exactly?

And why is it recorded in the annals of history?

The Immortal Vein Ancient Mantra can allow a monk to have one more vein of immortal energy in a short period of time, and this extra vein of immortal energy often determines the success or failure of the battle. Its ascension can be said to be anti-heavenly.

Especially in a battle of the same level, having an extra immortal vein is equivalent to instantly improving the combat effectiveness of a small realm.

"Brush!"

The ancient runes of the red peachwood sword in Nangong Phantom's hand began to spread, extending to his arms, chest, face, until his whole body was covered with immortal vein ancient spell runes.

After the blessing of the spell seal was completed, the eleventh immortal vein on Nangong Phantom's back lit up!

Until this time, the monks in the outside world began to worry, Nangong Illusion sealed the twelve realms of the gods, relying on the immortal vein ancient spell to give birth to eleven immortal veins, and it was likely to defeat Wu Heng.

And once Wuheng is defeated, will anyone be willing to stand up again?

If he is defeated, what will happen to the monks from the outside world?

"Slash!"

The red peachwood sword in Nangong Phantom's hand finally fell, slashing straight towards Wuheng Tianlinggai.

Wu Heng's expression was indifferent, and he didn't have any interest in this Nangong Phantom at all. I saw him slowly raise his right hand and point at Nangong Phantom with his fingertips, and for a moment thousands of heavy sword intent condensed in the middle, with a kind of breathtaking fierceness.

Burst!

Wu Heng's fingertips burst out with a sword light, directly piercing through Nangong Huan's eyebrows, bringing up a string of blood flowers.

At the same time, the peachwood sword in Nangong Phantom's hand stopped a few meters in front of Wuheng.

Spike!

It's another understatement spike.

You must know that Nangong Huan's momentum is so strong, and he has the Immortal Vein Ancient Mantra, which has begun to worry the monks in the outside world, afraid that Wu Heng will lose this battle, but the result is completely unexpected.

Wu Heng slashed Nangong Phantom, just like slashing Cao Guang, it was completely effortless.

"How could it be ......" Nangong Huan's face suddenly tightened, and he couldn't see the trajectory of Wu Heng's shot at all, which was tantamount to indicating that the two sides were not at the same level.

Only if the combat effectiveness is weaker and the opponent is a lot, will you not even be able to see the trajectory of the opponent's moves.

"I know that you are not the strongest among the younger generation in the Deserted City, and I also know that the Immortal Vein Ancient Mantra can indeed give the monk an illusion of being invincible in the world, but it is really ridiculous and pathetic that a weak person like you insists on coming out to commit murder. Wu Heng didn't speak until this time, his eyes locked on Nangong Phantom, who was one meter away.

The heart of Nangong Phantom Eyebrows was blood-red, pierced by the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, and the Yuan Shen had been shattered, and it wouldn't take long to become a cold corpse.

All the monks in the audience changed color, who could have imagined that Nangong Phantom, who had been favored before, would be directly killed in seconds.

How strong is this young man named Wuheng from the outside world?

At what height does he stand?

It's hard to become the younger generation, no one is invincible!

Or is it that a top talent in the younger generation like Nangong Huan is still too weak compared to Wu Heng?

"I didn't expect that after getting the Demon Dao inheritance, he has improved so much......" Xuanyuan Lin, who was watching from afar, became solemn. He could really feel the contrast between Wu Heng's previous use of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique to slash the Sword Idiot in the Sea of Bitterness and the use of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique to slash Nangong Phantom at this moment.

The sword just now was several times stronger than the one used in the sea of bitterness before, and the ascension speed was simply outrageous.

"The speed is almost not slower than my ......" Xuanyuan Lin said to himself, you must know that he is a demon cultivator, swallowing the essence of people, taking the way of people, and going against the rules of the world to achieve today's achievements.

Wu Heng is different, he has practiced it in real life.

From this, we can know the horror of Wu Heng's combat power improvement.

What's more, there is a great risk in the Demon Cultivator Devouring the Essence of the Heavens, and there are side effects. The more he gets to the back, the greater the advantage Wu Heng will have over Xuanyuan Lin.

The scene was already agitated, and the noise was everywhere.

"It's so strong!!" the monks from the outside world were shocked and cheered!

They almost thought that Nangong Phantom was an invincible figure of his generation, but they made Wu Heng wipe it out with one finger.

At the same time, the young people on the side of the deserted city were already hairy in their hearts and their legs were weak.

"Nangong Huan, that idiot, even if you look for death, you still have to pull us back!"

If it weren't for his reckless murder and death, Wu Heng would have been beheaded by the older generation at this moment. ”

"The problem is, Nangong Phantom is dead, and we are also difficult to ride a tiger!"

Nangong Phantom said just now that killing Wu Heng does not need to be done by the older generation, and the younger generation in the deserted city can solve it.

Now that Nangong Phantom has been killed, the young people in the deserted city are not afraid, isn't it a big joke!