The Ancestor fought against the four Heavenly Rankings with one person, and among them there were two masters of the Great Perfection Realm, as well as two supreme weapons full of spiritual rhyme.

That's already the top power in this world.

But on the battlefield of Lin'an Skyrim, with one enemy and four, the ancestor did not fall behind.

Although the body was destroyed by the exquisite lore before, with the power of the Immortal Venerable Divine Thought, the shattered body was resurrected, just like a mythical story that only existed in legends.

The Ancestor was like a spellcaster.

The number of roads is completely different from the fist and foot martial arts of this river and lake, which is the most fundamental differentiation of the two powers.

Warriors rely on themselves and become their own world.

But the monk melted into heaven and earth, and incarnated all things.

The four warriors were bound to the magic method of transformation, and the chaotic energy was extracted by the ancestor at will, turning into a fire snake and thunder dragon, all kinds of miracles, with a wave of his hand, it was a killing immortal technique.

He also used the aura to transform the array, turning the four directions upside down.

A piece of heaven was almost turned upside down, distorting the five senses of the warrior, the front and the back, the left and the right, and the things that entered the eyes were all placed between the confusion.

But this alone can't suppress the four people in front of him.

The martial arts of fists and feet that are cultivated to perfection will still pose a threat to the ancestor when fighting for their lives.

So, after an earth-shattering beast roar, the ancestor used another method.

The Art of Change.

Originated from the avenue of perception, and the supernatural power of incarnation manifested in itself.

He turned into a jet-black turtle, pierced by Tai'a on the hard top, and was in the middle of his body.

Turned into an ethereal crane and wrestled with the godlike Zhenwu Taiji.

Seeing Ah Qing rushing out of the upside-down formation, the green jade bamboo in his hand tore the sky with the method of the galaxy, and then turned into mustard Sumeru and scattered into a group of flying insects.

Between the gathering and dispersion, let the deadly Tianji and the dragon binding power that can interfere with the counterattack defense also open up.

The ancestor seemed to have recognized the Yuanwu monk.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he attacked his side.

The black insects that covered the sky and the sun gathered in one place, transformed into a giant ape of Aomori, roared and hammered with both fists, and in the endless momentum of the wilderness, the light of the Imperial Buddha of the Yuanwu Zen Master was broken.

Then, in the roar, the white tiger evolved, the energy of Gengjin was entangled, and the claws tore apart, tearing the old monk's incomplete golden body.

The dragon slammed into the white tiger, and in the sound of the dragon's groan, it cracked the changed thing, destroyed the limbs of the ancestor, and waited for the three of them to kill, and the second time the ancestor was divided on the spot.

But before he could cheer below, in full view of everyone, the ancestor revived again in the aura with a smile that was underwhelming.

"I'm afraid you don't know the Immortal Venerable Realm, and you will be separated from the meaning of life and death."

His white eyebrows flew, and seeing that the four people in front of him were already tired, he himself was still in good spirits, and seemed to be very satisfied with this top-level battle.

It's not like a mockery, it's just a flat and straightforward narrative like a narrative.

His voice echoed through the sky.

"If you really understand, then you shouldn't be stubborn now.

Stop it, everyone, you are waiting for the martial arts to be perfect, which has opened my eyes, but it is a pity that you are missing the most important link of the body forging martial arts, so to speak, the foundation has not been salvaged.

The so-called heavenly martial arts are just castles in the air. ”

This seems to be a persuasion.

But in the next moment, the sky-breaking purple light came to his face, which was another answer from the warriors.

The ancestor was not annoyed, he drew the clouds, turned into a giant shield, blocked this sword light, and saw that the golden body of the Yuanwu Zen Master was about to break, and the Buddha's light was dim, so he chuckled lightly and sealed his hands.

In the next moment, in the noisy and manic waves of the raging waves, the dim sky was torn apart.

The rolling sea, which was led by the magic method, turned into a sky-rushing tide, surging to the earth below, and the entire sky was covered by the tumbling sea water at this moment, just like the Penglai Immortal Mountain, placed at the bottom of the sea.

Cloud and rain spell, the ancestor's favorite immortal technique.

However, with the overwhelming waves of the sea in front of me, or it should be called the technique of moving the sea, it is more appropriate.

On the sea area of the heavenly dome, the ancestor hung in the waves, and his hands were sealed to summon the attraction, and there was a water spirit to attract, turning into a sea hunting yaksha and a tidal giant spirit, and surrounded the four warriors with the method of summoning the spirit water.

Daoist Ziwei also used the Five Elements Spell to turn fire into water and try his best to resist, and the old monk who was covered in blood all over his body suppressed the water disaster with the dragon and prevented the angry waves of the sea from smashing into the earth.

As long as this tide falls, all the heroes in Lin'an City will have no chance of survival.

The scales of victory are tipping.

The tide of anger spread all over the sky, making the light in Lin'an City become blurry and magical, and the strife in the city was constantly being pushed to the periphery.

With the imperial city as the center, due to the remnants of the ancestor's spell, the turbulent aura completely turned into chaos like wind, fire, water and earth, like an abyss that engulfed living beings, constantly advancing outward.

The earth, the streets, the buildings, the flesh, all but when they are included, it is as if the foundations on which they are composed have been dismantled and haphazardly combined into other forms.

The torn earth is suspended in the fragmented city, like a disrupted building block, and it is thrown in front of everyone's eyes.

This kind of ferocity is so fierce that the warriors can't set foot in it, but those Penglai spirits who have been hunted down and killed by the warriors and have lost more than forty percent of them have gotten precious respite and the possibility of counterattacking.

They withdrew their bodies one after another, and entered the chaos of the four elephants with their divine souls, and used the remnants of the ancestors' spells to drive all kinds of powers, dark lights flashed, water and fire twins, and the wind was cold, and the spirit stones turned into thousands of clay puppets, rushing forward.

Not only were the warriors attacked, but the Tiger Benwei and the Northern Demon Soldiers, who were fighting to the death outside the city, as well as the Great Chu Jingcai, were all included in the scope of the attack.

It was completely a posture of lore, forcing everyone in the city to put aside their grievances and defend against the enemy together, and under such heavy pressure, the city was completely divided into two factions.

Penglai, with mortals.

But not all of them are retreating.

In the place of chaos and restlessness of the four elephants, there are still warriors fighting, of course, those who can stay here are the best among the warriors.

Ling Xu's Thousand Blades swallowed the aura, stirred the galaxy to fall, and danced behind the souls and enemies, killing a safe area, and shattering all kinds of spells in the air.

Qingyue flying blades back and forth, nine spirit swords out of the sheath together, Hua Qing stood behind Liu Zhuoran, with the technique of the immortal flying sword, cut off the tenacious souls who controlled the spells everywhere, and beheaded them at fixed points, trying to break the chaos of the four elephants and break the battle situation back.

But it's not enough to have range, not melee.

And so, in the Black King's trademark low, rhythmic roar, the fiery ghost-slaying swordsman reappeared.

He drove the machine war horse, running in the chaotic aura of the four elephants, wrapped in golden sparks, roasting the aura around his body, so that the formless and qualitative energy turned into a veil of smoke, wrapped around the black king and the swordsman.

Juque slashed outward with the sound of chains, and the blade of the bladeless sword was wrapped with golden flowing fire, like a warhammer wielding indiscriminately, and everywhere it went, it could disrupt the array of divine souls.

The spirits moved quickly, not very afraid of the black-armored swordsman, they hung in the air, bombarding them with various spells.

It's just that Xiao Tie didn't come alone.

Under his huge shadow, there was already a sharp black sword like a harrier eagle predatoring, ready to attack.

The mountain ghost was angry.

This anger stems from his own incompetence, from the resentment of not being able to intervene in the highest battlefield in the sky, and this anger that swells in his heart must be released.

So, like those wicked people in his eyes, he aimed his sword at the weak people in front of him.

Even if they were thousands of years ago, they were all famous monks in the cultivation world, and they had their own strange abilities, but in the eyes of the mountain ghosts, under his sword, these fluttering divine souls were no more difficult to deal with than martial artists.

"Huh"

A sword flashed out, sword shadows were all around, and the black sword pierced the soul of the god, and then returned to the sheath in the next moment.

With the blessing of divine martial arts, let the mountain ghost shoot as fast as lightning, and score three points faster.

The spirit that was wrapped around Xiao Tie didn't realize what was happening, and he saw the black-armored swordsman rushing to another place, and the ghost-like swordsman also disappeared into the darkness again.

After a breath, these spirits howled and collapsed.

The sea of consciousness was broken, the divine soul was destroyed, and it was just a sword mixed with aura that completely destroyed their existence after a thousand years.

The dissatisfaction in the heart of the mountain ghost is getting more and more.

These soft goblins are very powerless to cut.

Light and fluttering, there is no sense of steadiness in the flesh and blood at all, if it weren't for helping his brothers, he would rather wander around the city and hunt down those northern demon soldiers.

In the next moment, the dark and dayless scene in the chaos of the four elephants suddenly changed.

A bright moon rises, the surrounding sea is quiet, and the spirit dragon rises, and this chaotic domain quietly collapses into a corner.

"Lu Guizang is here too?"

Liu Zhuoran, who was assaulting with a thousand blades, looked back and said:

"This Canghai Moon Ming sword intent is sharper, and there are still some indescribable feelings in it..."

"It is sorrow, and I can't ask for it in love."

Hua Qing's left hand slid back, and three Qingyue spirit swords roared and tore through the chaos, piercing the body of the sneak attack divine soul.

He replied softly:

"A heartbroken person like me, who can read Lu Guizang's sword, must be in pain at this time."

"Oh? You get it again? ”

Wujian glanced at Hua Qing and said:

"Rejected again?"

"Hmm."

The Kunlun disciple raised his head and looked at the curtain of the sea above his head, and the beloved person was on the battlefield above, fighting a strong enemy, he looked up at the sky at a forty-degree angle, and his eyes were full of poetic-like melancholy that was incompatible with the battlefield at this time.

He said:

"This is the seventh time... Alas, a woman's heart is really incomprehensible. ”

"You should take it one step at a time."

Liu Zhuoran waved a thousand blades, leading thousands of falling stars, and he said:

"At least you shouldn't open your mouth to double cultivate or something, people are girls, and under shyness, they naturally want to refuse. With other people's skills, if you dare to use force, I am afraid that the work will be cut down. ”

"Ugh..."

Hua Qing sighed, her hands were staggered, and the nine spirit swords suddenly flew back, like a charge, and stabbed in nine directions in the roar, like an extremely elegant player, playing a heart-breaking sound.

"What about Shen Qiu? He's not here, he's not on top, is he trying to be lazy? ”

In another place, Lin Yundong, who was wearing a black dress and a veil, was holding a long sword, and his disciple and daughter, Lin Huiyin, who was wearing a white dress, stopped in one place.

The demons and ghosts that were summoned by the gods and souls were killed and fled, leaving no armor behind.

They were guarding in front of the Jade Emperor Palace's Xuanmen Dao Long Array, where Chong and Lao Dao were maintaining a huge purification Dao technique, suppressing the escape of the chaos of the four elephants.

Hearing her mother's unceremonious inquiry, Lin Huiyin pursed her lips and said:

"Mother, you have a little confidence in your son-in-law, okay? How could he run away? ”

"Hmph."

Master Lin snorted disdainfully, and said faintly like an ordinary mother:

"If it's really a daughter who got married, I spilled the water, I raised you for more than 20 years, and that person only used a few sweet words to hook you away, you are really... Vomit"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Da covered his abdomen and retched for a while, just as several demons and ghosts appeared, wanting to sneak attack, but Lin Huiyin casually slashed out the Sen Leng Yue arc and smashed it on the spot.

She looked at her mother with strange eyes, and the latter turned her face away, as if she did not dare to look at her daughter.

In the next moment, Lin Huiyin's fingers, like butterflies wearing flowers, were on her mother's wrists, and Lin Yundong was about to shake off her daughter's fingers, but it was too late.

"Oops."

Lin Nuxia laughed, and her tone was full of joy.

In the midst of these four chaotic ghosts, she said to the head of Lin Da:

"My mother is going to add a younger brother and sister to me... I knew that you were like this, and I would never let you come this time, so I quickly withdrew and went to the Taoist priests.

Don't fight anymore, it's terrible to have a tire. ”

"Am I as fragile as you think?"

Lin Yundong replied, his cheeks flushed.

Indeed, with the fact that her demons are now relieved and her martial arts have progressed again, it is impossible for such a thing to happen to her.

However, the way this mother and daughter get along is really peculiar.

"They're coming."

Lin Huiyin heard a terrible wail behind her, and when she looked back, a gust of evil wind blew the light veil of her cloak, allowing her to see the various ghosts hidden between the shadows and shadows in the increasingly chaotic chaos of the four elephants.

It was the counterattack of Penglai's divine soul.

Lin Yundong also clenched the long sword in his hand, and the Dao Masters behind him also began to change spells, wanting to use large-scale killing Dao techniques.

But at this moment, the entire chaotic realm of the four elephants suddenly let out a cold sound like glass breaking, and the group of ghosts who rushed to scream in unison, and then scattered and fled.

A strong wind blows, as if blowing from the ground, and will envelop it, and the restless aura will be blown away.

The dim and psychedelic light of the sky brightened up at this moment, as if the sun had returned to the earth.

"The Ten Thousand Souls Array, powered by dragon qi, has stopped."

Lin Huiyin let out a sigh, she brushed her hair, and watched those spirits rushing back into the host's body in a frenzy, and there was a smile on her cheeks.

Then he turned back to his mother and said:

"Isn't my mother curious, why did Shen Qiu go? That's not what he did. ”

"In the battle of the world, the victory is decided."

Lin Yundong saw that the four elephants subsided, and in a distorted mess, the mortal warriors began a large-scale counterattack, and in those shocking shouts and killings, she raised her head and looked at the floating water curtain in the sky.

She pursed her lips, her heart was full of worry, she covered her abdomen, and said:

"It's true that we won, although it wasn't easy, but we won anyway. But if the heavens lose, what is in front of you will also be vanity. There, above the heavenly vault.

There is the decisive battlefield, but unfortunately, the kid back then has now turned into a dragon, and we, the ordinary warriors, can't even watch from the sidelines. ”

"Mother, don't be so pessimistic."

Lin Huiyin put her sword into the sheath, stepped forward to support Lin Yundong, and she whispered:

"Martial arts are no worse than immortal dao, there is no chance now, it doesn't mean that there will be no chance in the future. Let's go, I'll send you out of the city, you really shouldn't be forced to come over in this situation.

After that, leave it to your daughter and your son-in-law, and you can raise the baby with peace of mind.

And after this battle, I will definitely let the zodiac Changming Media marry you, my mother is also a hero, how can she give birth to a second child for her so unexplained?

If he still doesn't want to, then the daughter will open her face and go to him to make a fuss on Mount Tai. ”

"That's good."

Lin Yundong said softly:

"We're past that age."

"Nonsense."

Lin Huiyin snorted and said:

"Your son-in-law will not sit idly by, don't think too much about it, let's do these things, you have suffered so much for that person, you must ask for a name for you to come back."