The expression of Jiang Daoyuan, the master of the Divine Pavilion, was also not very good-looking, obviously, Mo Lingxuan's strength was also a little unexpected to him.

And what surprised him even more was the powerhouses of the Emperor Demon Sect under Mo Lingxuan, each of whom was only the strength of the Great Saint Realm, but they all had the ability to challenge the Saint King beyond the level!

Such a sect full of demons, there is no power in the Canglan Realm that can be compared.

"Hum..."

Just when Jiang Daoyuan was in such a trance, Mo Lingxuan did not hesitate at all, and directly slashed out with a sword, and the seventy-two pillars of the Heavenly Dome Demon God Phantom descended, and they all rushed towards Jiang Daoyuan.

"The strength is good, but it's still not enough!"

Jiang Daoyuan burst into a shout, his figure strolled out, and the Eight Gates Divine Punishment Heavenly Lock descended again, stretching out from the eight directions of the void, and behind him, there were purple-gold dragons, full of endless majesty, as if they could devour the heavens and the earth, making the space become violent.

"Eight Door Lock Dragon Array!"

With another cold drink, as Jiang Daoyuan's palm fell, a monstrous holy array was suppressed in an instant, sealing all the voids around Mo Lingxuan.

Obviously, Jiang Daoyuan was not only a Saint Venerable powerhouse, but also a highly accomplished Spirit Array Master, otherwise he would not be able to arrange a Saint-level Great Array.

"Boom..."

There was a loud bang, filling the entire sky.

Mo Lingxuan's Shura Emperor Sword slashed together with the Eight Heavenly Locks, and the seventy-two pillar demon gods he blasted out also collided with a Purple Gold Dragon, breaking out into a shocking battle, leaving only the endless fluctuations of the Law of Divine Power in the space.

"Bang..."

In just an instant, this terrifying collision had already dissipated, and the Eight Door Lock Dragon Array directly shattered into nothingness, but that terrifying power was still pouring into Mo Lingxuan's body.

I saw that the monstrous demon rune light was circulating in his palm again, as if there were nine thousand demon seals blasting out, and a terrifying concussion sound came out, and Mo Lingxuan's figure was suddenly shocked back thousands of meters away.

However, his upright body remained as immovable as a majestic mountain, as if it would never fall.

"It seems that I underestimated you. ”

Mo Lingxuan's gaze also suddenly set off a bit of battle intent at this moment, and if he could cultivate to the level of the Holy Dao Venerable, he would not be a simple person.

In this life, those who are not emperors can no longer look at the strong people in the world with the eyes of their previous lives.

"It's been two thousand years since I was promoted to the Holy Venerable, do you really think that these long years are white?"

Jiang Daoyuan sneered, looked at the surrounding battlefield, and the drama on his face became more and more intense: "Maybe it will be a little difficult to kill you with the strength of this seat, but it won't be long before these people in your Emperor Demon Sect will all be defeated, plus a few Saint Kings, how can you be rampant?"

"During this period, as long as I hold you back, the women and disciples around you will also die one by one!"

After saying that, Jiang Daoyuan once again blasted out a powerful attack, his entire body seemed to be covered by a real purple gold dragon, turning into the body of a thousand-zhang dragon, and his palm burst out, and there was also a dragon roaring.

Mo Lingxuan slashed out the Emperor Sword again, and a shocking collision broke out in the void of thousands of miles, and every blow was a terrifying annihilation!

However, at this moment, Mo Lingxuan's eyes were also a little cold, and after the battle, his eyes saw the Saint King-level battlefield below.

Indeed, with the intervention of that superfluous mid-level Saint King, Murong Xian'er's advantage in the challenge of leapfrogging was getting lower and lower.

Moreover, the middle-level Saint King of the Qin Gu clan was also extremely cunning, knowing that for Mo Lingxuan, the women of Murong Xian'er might be the most important.

Therefore, they are simply constantly launching an offensive against them.

Murong Xian'er and Ye Qingyao were okay, after all, they were both in the Great Saint Realm, but Yun Yao and Yue Shiyan, who were already weak in cultivation and only half-saints, gradually became a little overwhelmed.

Seeing this, Mo Lingxuan's offensive became more aggressive, and each sword slash became more powerful.

However, Jiang Daoyuan naturally knew Mo Lingxuan's urgent mentality, and immediately sneered again and again, trying his best to drag Mo Lingxuan back.

With each blow, the world was even more violent, making the Saint King-level characters below inevitably change color slightly, and they all stayed away from the Saint-Venerable-level battlefield.

"Sister Xian'er, be careful!"

And at this moment, the exclamations of Yun Yao and Yue Shiyan suddenly sounded from the Saint King-level battlefield below, which made Mo Lingxuan's heart suddenly shake.

When his huge spiritual sense poked downward, the face that was originally ancient without waves also changed slightly in an instant.

Because, Mo Lingxuan saw a star above Murong Xian'er's head, in this star, there was endless cold and weirdness, the starlight flowed, and thousands of figures appeared instantly, all of them were the holy kings of the Qin Ancient Clan.

And his deity is also wandering among the stars, as if disappearing, only countless netherworld figures.

At this moment, even Mo Lingxuan felt a strong sense of crisis.

"Oh no! This Saint King is good at assassination!"

In an instant, Mo Lingxuan understood the clue, this Saint King of the Qin Gu Clan had not been so full of strength as other Saint Kings before, in order to find an opportunity to kill with one blow!

Assassins, if you don't come out, you will be killed!

The existence of a middle-level Saint King assassinated Murong Xian'er, which made Mo Lingxuan's dusty heart tremble suddenly.

"Get out!"

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Lingxuan immediately snorted coldly, urging the power of the powerful law to directly mobilize the Shura Emperor Sword to transform into an endless void sword, filling the entire heavenly vault.

"Buzz..."

One hundred thousand swords roared into the void, and the Shura Emperor Sword exuded a terrifying cold light, and behind it, there was a nine-colored magic sword in the sky.

A loud bang came out, and I saw that these 100,000 demon swords were directly under the guidance of the Shura Emperor Sword, descending towards Jiang Daoyuan, directly assassinating the entire void.

At the same time, his figure also crossed the void with the power of Hongmeng in an instant, ignoring the spatial distance, and rushed towards Murong Xian'er.

But all of this happened in an instant.

Even if Mo Lingxuan found out and reacted in an instant, it still seemed a moment too late.

And in the face of Mo Lingxuan's offensive, Rao is Jiang Daoyuan couldn't help but have a bit of a dignified look, urging the endless purple gold offensive to resist.

His face was full of playful sneers, and sure enough, these women were not light on Mo Lingxuan.

If they can't kill Mo Lingxuan, then start with the people around her!

Murong Xian'er naturally also felt that faintly suffocating sense of crisis, but obviously, she was wrapped in the astrological sign of that Saint King powerhouse, and it might be impossible for her to escape.

"Hurry up!"

Mo Lingxuan's heart was also extremely urgent, and time seemed to stand still at this moment, but in such a critical situation, it still seemed insufficient.

(End of chapter)