Between the cracks of the mountain, the Eastern Spirit Immortal Monarch stood against the wind, and the mountain rocks where he was were were suspended in the air, supporting him like a small floating island.

The long gray hair flew behind his head, and the tattered blood-stained clothes were also windless, but he was not at all chic, after all, his body was still frozen and more than a dozen blood holes were poked.

In this case, even if it is a real immortal, it will not be chic.

But this does not prevent the invincible state of the Dongling Immortal Monarch at this time.

It's invincible.

The mountain above the core of the Xianmen ruins has been flipped and torn apart like mud and stone, and the tattered mountain that was previously penetrated by the sword shadow of the Taoist weapon will be like a plasticine toy in the hands of a child.

Moved by the mind of Dongling Immortal Jun, the 10,000 catties of boulder were torn apart and hung behind Dongling Jun as if ignoring gravity.

Sky.

On this platform, which should have been the core of the mountain, a clear night sky could already be seen, as if it was an ant nest hidden deep underground, torn open by Dong Lingjun's brutal hand.

The gloomy starlight sprinkled down, filling the hearts of those who could still move in the ruins with fear.

What is an immortal?

They saw it with their own eyes tonight.

Move mountains and reclaim the sea.

Moved by the heart, the world is changed.

In just an instant, the mountain was completely reshaped, and the top of the mountain was stripped from the mountain and slowly rotated in the air, like a giant's clenched fist.

In the next moment, it will smash down like the top of Mount Tai.

Destroy this ruin, along with all the creatures in it.

What a hero, what a martial arts celebrity.

It's all ants.

"Less, too little."

Standing proudly under the night sky, Dong Lingjun stood on the suspended stones, but he was very dissatisfied with the battle in front of him.

The Ten Thousand Souls Array in this ruins is a temporary arrangement, and the people in the ruins here are just like that, and the true qi that can be pumped out can be turned into spiritual energy, which is also pitiful.

He didn't even dare to use stronger immortal arts.

For fear of using too much force, I will use the aura that I have finally "squeezed" cleanly.

It's like a peerless chef who obviously has a thousand wonderful methods, but he can't make good dishes at all because he only has the ingredient of electricity verification.

This feeling of restraint made Xianjun very dissatisfied.

But...

That's it.

Recovering from this barren era, how can he force more?

Even the weaker Great Five Elements Spell is enough to kill these ants.

Xianjun looked at Shen Qiu and the three of them, who were still struggling on the platform in the mountains a few feet below, and he recognized the courage of these three ordinary people.

He no longer calls himself "Benjun".

But under the suppression of spiritual power, the three of them still gritted their teeth and refused to admit defeat, which made Xianjun more and more dissatisfied in his heart.

"I said it."

"Wait, get on your knees!"

"Bang"

With a flick of Xianjun's fingers, the thousands of catties of boulders suspended behind him were like giants punching, smashing down towards the three of them, and in the immobilization of Xianjun like Mount Tai's pinnacle, it was already difficult for Shen Qiu and the three of them to stand firm.

It was a very different experience from martial arts and kung fu.

It's as if heaven and earth have become a cage, and the aura that should have been light and spiritual has been turned into an invisible but substantial force, pressing on every part of the body, and the spirit is very sober.

But I just can't move.

There was a boulder falling overhead, like a fly swatting down, as long as it hit, the three of them had to die on the spot even if they were martial arts.

Turning over your hands for clouds, covering your hands for rain, all your kung fu, there is no place to use at all.

It's completely a dimensionality reduction attack, and it's really a fairy method.

The shadow of the boulder howled with a strong wind, falling towards the stone platform in the mountain, Shen Qiu turned his head hard with the light knife, and looked at the green flowers around him.

He nodded slightly.

In the next moment, the boulder fell.

"Boom"

The whole mountain shook a little at this moment.

It had been opened open, just like the middle of the mountain that had been bitten by a tengu, and the gap was tightly blocked by the boulder that had been smashed down.

This scene fell in the eyes of everyone below, and at the uneven crack, Chong and Lao Dao's face was as pale as paper.

The scene just now smashed the worldview that Lao Dao had built up all his life in an instant.

Even if he already knew that the person hanging on the high place was the culprit who caused tonight's accident, even if he knew that after that person stoned Shen Qiu to death, he would definitely not let go of these witnesses.

Even if you know that this is a desperate moment, you should fight to the death.

But after seeing that man's methods with his own eyes, no matter how brave the Jianghu people were, it seemed that all courage was taken away at this moment.

How can you defeat such an opponent?

Wuyang Zhenren, who has been fighting in the ruins to kill the hidden building thief, holding a sword, and is about to go to save people, will also stand on the spot.

He has been a disciple of Junyoko since he was a child.

He also saw the scene of his master fighting against Zhang Moxie, who was known as the world's No. 1 in Luoyang, and he thought that a martial artist like Zhang Moxie and his master was already the top combat power in this world.

With a palm of your hand, the wind and clouds move together.

A single knife will change the color of the heavens and the earth.

He once thought that that was the scenery at the end of the martial arts, and in this world, it was impossible to give birth to someone more powerful than the master, and that was no longer worship.

That's faith.

Nearly 1,000 people from the Pure Yang Sect up and down are all like Wuyang Zhenren, who regard the Pure Yang Zi Master and Ancestor as the belief in martial arts.

But it's a pity that after being born here for a thousand years, he grew up in this world of rivers and lakes where martial arts are respected.

Imagination has shackled insight.

At the beginning of their martial arts learning and the moment they held the sword, they have been relying on the talent of martial arts to constantly open up the way forward in life.

Just like those short-lived predecessors in thousands of years.

The long sword in their hands is their last mental defense.

But martial arts have made them and limited them.

They could no longer imagine that there was another undefeated force beyond the world of martial arts.

Now, they see it with their own eyes.

The power that died in this world thousands of years ago has returned this night with a powerful gesture that shatters all things.

They, lost.

At the moment when the Ten Thousand Souls Array was activated.

No, the moment the Dongling Immortal Monarch arrived at Taihang Mountain, they had already lost.

It's too narrow.

Whether it's martial arts, or mind, or the long sword in hand.

It's too narrow-minded.

"You and other martial artists have gone beyond ridiculousness and made Benjun feel pathetic."

Dong Lingjun stood on the floating island-like gravel, his right hand on his back and his left hand raised.

The torn boulder, in the aura rotation, with the Great Five Elements Spell, was shaped into thousands of rock swords behind the Immortal Monarch.

The soil is peeled off, the broken rock is flying, and the invisible circulation is dazzling, which is really a fairy method.

The rock sword is dense and terrifying.

As soon as the immortal monarch's mind moves, these immortal swords will sweep and kill thousands of living beings below.

"This world has never belonged to warriors.

The immortals have returned from a long slumber, and they should wake up tonight after those dreams of sitting in wells and watching the sky, dreams that have been dreaming for a thousand years. ”

The Immortal Monarch's tone became more and more ethereal, as if he was really sitting on the clouds, overlooking all living beings.

In the dead silence of the night, he looked at the mortal warriors who stood in the stripped mountain, and he said:

"People in the martial arts are proud of their arrogance.

But you wait for that little bit of Taoism, in the eyes of Ben Jun is ridiculous, Ben Jun is in a very bad mood tonight, too lazy to say anything more to you. ”

"Get on your knees!"

Immortal Jun's cold voice echoed in the night, like a ruling.

"Or, die!"

"Phew!"

In the silence, there was finally a sound of reply.

"Poof"

In the midst of the blood spraying wildly, the three people in the hidden building were thrown out of the cracks in the torn mountain, and their whole bodies were burning.

Carrying a giant sword like a torch, in this gloomy night, he looked up at Xianjun.

There was no trace of respect in that heavy posture.

"Smack"

The human heads rolled together were thrown into the air, Liu Zhuoran carried the family heirloom sword, and his scattered hair danced in the night breeze carried by the aura.

The Penglai outcast tilted his head, and on that handsome face, there was also a look of indifference.

"My Pure Yang Sect is orthodox, only respecting the body, respecting the heavens and the earth, and not kneeling to demons!"

Dongfang Ce stood on a long snake corpse, holding the Xuan Snake Sword in his hand, and raised his head and replied.

Behind him, those Pure Yang Sect disciples, each holding a blade, had a furious look on their faces.

The senior brother's reply represented what they were thinking.

And the disciple's stiff answer was like a morning bell and a dusk drum, which washed away all the confusion in Wuyang Zhenren's heart.

The words that the master said before leaving sounded in the heart of Wuyang Zhenren.

He looked at his disciple.

Dongfang Ce's face was full of the resoluteness of a young man, and he was really not afraid.

Master is right.

After this Pure Yang Sect, I am afraid that it will have to rely on the East to support it.

"Is it such a coincidence? Brother Dongfang. ”

On Chong and Lao Dao's side, Xiao Lingsu, who was short and unattractive, and was embarrassed, also laughed dumbly, raised the long sword in his hand, pointed to the sky, and shouted loudly:

"My Jade Emperor Palace, there has never been a rule to bow to the wicked!"

"What a coincidence! One sings and one harmonizes, what are you singing between the two? ”

Li Yijian's shouting and scolding sounded from above.

He was dressed in bandages, draped in tattered black coats, swaying like a cloak, and carrying a greedy wolf knife, and his feet were full of stumps and broken arms of the people in the hidden building.

The deputy leader of the Heluo Gang, whose face was pale, scolded viciously:

"My generation of Jianghu people, aren't they all so short-tempered? When something is uneven, draw a knife to help, and when you meet a wicked person on the road, how can you bow your head? ”

"Huh"

The blood-stained greedy wolf knife pointed into the air, Li Yijian's eyes were red, and he shouted:

"If you want to kill, you will kill! Where is so much nonsense! Lao Tzu just doesn't kneel, you evil ghost, came to bite grandpa's bird! ”

Beside him, Che Hua also shouted at the top of his voice:

"Hao's first horseman, barking wildly, my generation of rivers and lakes, kneeling to the sky and the ground, kneeling to the elders and ancestors, kneeling golden spirits, how can you kneel to you, a thousand-year-old ghost with a foul smell?"

These ants!

Fury.

The fire of anger burned in the heart of Dongling Immortal Jun.

These ants, who are nameless, can be pinched to death at will, but they will stand up again and again, just like Ren Hao, just like Shen Qiu.

One by one, they all regard death as home.

Let them kneel ...

Why is it so hard?

The murderous aura in Xianjun's eyes was full of murder.

"Good!

You don't want to kneel.

Good.

Then stand and die. ”

"Benjun doesn't believe it. In these thousands of rivers and lakes, there are all such hard bones such as Ruer who have arrogant bones and can't kneel! ”

As the indifferent voice echoed, Xianjun's fingers curled up, and thousands of stone swords behind him hummed endlessly.

In the next moment, the spirits will be destroyed.

"I almost hung up, it's really dangerous.

Old ghost, your immortal skills are good, but your accuracy is a little worse. ”

Just when the two sides were facing each other and the lore was about to be killed, a sigh suddenly came from behind Xianjun.

With three points of pain.

The remaining seven points are full of disdain.

Dongling Immortal Jun suddenly turned around.

On the covered and crushed platform, Shen Qiu, who was carrying a knife and covered in blood, was supporting the equally embarrassed mountain ghost.

The two of them were the same as before, although they were injured, they still stood very steady.

Behind the two of them, a young man with a pale face was pinching a strange handprint.

It is exactly the same as the Dongling Immortal Monarch, the Great Five Elements Spell.

This thing is very precious now.

But thousands of years ago, it was a big road commodity that was readily available, but if you have achieved success, which one wouldn't?

"Shen Qiu!"

Dong Lingjun hated it so much that he almost squeezed the name out between his teeth.

"Since I was a child, Master has taught me that this person lives in the world, with the glory of death and the shame of life.

The heroes I met, no one taught me, and when I met a strong enemy, I bowed my head and knelt down, wagging my tail and begging for mercy. ”

Shen Qiu lifted the humming tiger roaring light sword, he raised his head, looked at Dongling Immortal Monarch with clear eyes, and said:

"Xianjun, we Jianghu people, that's it.

There is no culture, very rude, and he won't say anything nice, everyone has a stinky temper, and he can't compare to you immortals, fairy wind bones, and arrogant to all beings.

But when my Uncle Ren killed you that day, I asked one thing, and Shen will ask again tonight. ”

"Who is waiting for the dogs to come to my world?"

"Die!"

Shen Qiu's words made Dong Lingjun sound in the Jinling night, and the embarrassment of being beaten by Ren Hao that night also completely ignited the killing intent in Xianjun's heart.

In the loud shouting, the tens of thousands of stone swords that should have swept towards the people of the rivers and lakes.

Turning around, he stabbed at Shen Qiu.

Seeing the attack of ten thousand swords, Shen Qiu wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and smiled at Hua Qing behind him.

"If you say you want to punish immortals, you can't show people a joke, Brother Hua, come on!"

"That's a good point."

Hua Qing responded with a smile and a thumbs up.

The magic seal in his hand was pinched, and the black sand-like aura came out of his body, which was the reward that Shen Qiu had paid in advance, and he stepped forward, and the cyan divine soul wrapped around the aura flew out from his body.

Like a ray of light, he struck head-on into the attack of ten thousand swords.

The two chains of spiritual power swayed with the divine soul, one after the other, and a fierce wind struck, knocking out the tens of thousands of stone swords in front of him.

It was like a heavy rain falling, densely hitting the side of the mountain, crashing into the gravel.

This is the Fei Lian War Dance.

A true immortal means.

When the flying sickle rises, the sea of stars is chaotic, and the spiritual wind sweeps away the red dust.

Hua Qing was in Qilu that day, but she didn't lie to Xiaotie.

What he learned was really immortal.

"Brother Dongling, I haven't seen you for a thousand years, our buddies are so close and close!"

The flower blue spirit laughed.

In that ten thousand zhang spiritual wind, he swept in front of Dong Lingjun, whose face changed slightly, and the latter pinched the magic seal and wanted to fly away to dodge, but was penetrated by the strange divine soul.

"Brother Dongling is very majestic tonight, does he really regard this as a thousand years ago?"

Hua Qing crashed head-on into the sea of Dongling Jun Zhi, the two gods and souls were entangled together, and he said with a sarcastic voice:

"I've used three Great Five Elements Techniques in a row, this is too good for a small aura, but it's enough for you to squander?"

"You, are you Kunlun Qingyuejun?"

Dongling Immortal Monarch's eyes were also full of astonishment, and he said:

"You're still alive?"

"Nope! Qingyue-kun is already dead. ”

In the confrontation of the gods and souls that were like light entanglements, Hua Qing narrowed his eyes as before, and he whispered:

"I'm a blue, just a person you look down upon, an ant."