"The four of you, go and behead Wang Qian!"

The face of the Lord of the Heavenly Netherworld was a little solemn, when they reached their realm, they were all peak powerhouses who belonged to the Northern Plains, and they rarely moved each other, but once they made a move, they had to divide life and death!

Whether it is a conflict of interests or a battle of avenues, there is no advance or retreat, either life or death, which is more dangerous than that between mortals.

"Million Soul Banners!"

The ghostly aura flashed in his eyes, and a pitch-black soul banner appeared in his hand, in which he could see endless ghost shadows roaring, hideous and terrifying!

It is the treasure of the Zhenzong of the Heavenly Underworld, which has been passed down for an unknown number of years, and it contains millions of immortal souls, and the combined blow is terrifying to the extreme!

is the immortal king, if you bear it head-on, you will have to melt your body and crush the immortal soul!

Rumble!

The immortal soul roared and gushed out directly, like a turbulent black river, covering the sky, enveloping the heavens and the earth, forming a black cage, drowning himself and Jun Mohan!

"Kill!"

At this moment, the Eastern Heavenly Dome, the rolling ghost qi covered the sky and the sun, the blood was full of air, Moro Evil's face was cold, he stepped on the heavenly dome, and led an army of 200,000 to kill from behind!

"Kill!"

In the southern sky, Ye Ling was holding a blood-colored fairy knife, with a burly body, standing tall, and the 200,000 Zhenxi Heavenly Army behind him followed, covering the nine skies with rolling blood!

"Kill!"

In the northern sky, Ye Ming was wearing black ghost armor, his face was indifferent, and his slender body was like a shadow, as if he was in another time and space, and the army of 200,000 was like a long dragon, filling the entire northern sky!

The tripartite army is coming!

"It's coming!"

"It's finally here!"

"General Ye Ming is really a believer!"

"After this battle, there will be no more Wang Qian!"

The pupils of the four elders of the Heavenly Underworld Crossing brightened, their hearts were excited, they laughed, showing a look of great joy, and fiercely rushed towards Wang Jian to kill.

With 600,000 troops coming, what are they afraid of?

Wang Jian has no way to live, and he will definitely die!

"Shan Xiongxin. ”

The corners of Wang Qian's mouth, who was stepping on the ancient chariot, pulled a trace of cold arc, looking at the three directions, the 600,000 army was rushing to kill, and shouted softly in his mouth.

"The last general!"

From beginning to end, there was no movement, as if the sculpture-like Shan Xiongxin stepped forward, clasped his fists and saluted, his eyes flashed with excitement.

At this time, his aura was much stronger than usual!

Even if you look closely, you can find that the terrifying beam of light in his pupils directly pierced the void, which is simply not half a point worse than Jun Mohan!

"Let's do it. ”

"Let Ben General take a look at the great secrets of Lingguan Immortal City!"

Wang Jian said coldly.

"The Last General's Order!"

Shan Xiongxin clenched his fists again, and then rushed into the sky, like a dazzling and shocking fairy light, rushing towards the Lingguan Immortal City.

As he got closer to Lingguan Immortal City, the more terrifying his aura became, and faintly, he was already going beyond the level of the Immortal King and reach the Immortal King!

"The young general of Great Xia?"

"Quack quack...... What a fresh life!"

The four elders of the Heavenly Underworld Crossing still had exciting smiles on their faces, and when they saw Shan Xiongxin rushing over, they immediately gaggled and laughed, and one of them immediately made a move, and the black ghost hand covered a radius of ten miles, like a ghost mountain, directly towards Shan Xiongxin's suppression!

The incomparable ghost is angry, shrouding the eight wildernesses!

"Quack quack...... Great Xia Junior, don't waste the immortal soul, put it into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, but it can add a bit of power!"

The other elder laughed strangely, gloomy and sharp.

"Wait a minute, let Wang Jian go down to accompany ......"

The remaining two elders also made a cold voice, looking at Shan Xiongxin's gaze as if they were looking at a corpse.

"Demons, die!"

But before the words fell, Shan Xiongxin suddenly raised his head, and the terrifying beam of light in his eyes pierced through everything, turning into four supreme blood lances, stabbing out in the air, shattering the sky!

Rumble!

Without the slightest accident, the four elders from the Heavenly Netherworld, who had cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years, and had worked hard to reach the level of the Immortal Marquis, exploded in an instant, and the misty blood mist was flying, which was extremely terrifying!

Even before the fall of the four of them, their faces were still full of excitement and a strange smile.

"Immortal King!"

In the distance, Ye Ling, Mo Luoxie, and Ye Ming, who saw this scene, instantly shrank their pupils, and their hearts were shocked.

The existence that can wipe out the existence of the four immortal marquis in an instant is only the immortal king!

It is impossible for any Xianhou to do it!

"Unexpectedly, there are two immortal kings in Wang Qian's army, it's unbelievable. ”

"Li Nantian has fallen, the strength of the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty, this is not decreasing but increasing!"

Mo Luoxie's face was gloomy, and he looked coldly at Shan Xiongxin, who ignored the three of them at all and rushed directly towards the 'Lingguan Immortal City'.

This person, a big threat, must be killed!

"It's close!"

The closer Shan Xiongxin got to Lingguan Immortal City, the brighter his eyes became, and the more excited he became!

It's as if there is something in the dark that is attracting him and attracting him!

"It's here!"

Rumble!

As Shan Xiongxin stepped on the wall of the Lingguan Immortal City, all of a sudden, an irrepressible burst of light on his body, filling the sky!

"I have a lineage, and there are still heirs alive?"

Faintly, a voice full of vicissitudes and ancient sounded between heaven and earth, this voice was extremely grand, but no one could hear it except Shan Xiongxin!

Bang!

The entire Lingguan Immortal City shook, and endless spiritual light rushed into the sky, enveloping a radius of millions of miles!

A height I don't know how much, towering like a phantom of hundreds of millions of immortal mountains standing, cross-kneeled in the sky, eyes indifferent, looking down on the nine heavens and ten earths!

This phantom shadow is connected to the heavens and the earth, and the endless coercion covers the nine heavens, terrifying and terrifying!

"What a terrifying coercion! It's already similar to the feeling of several peerless legion leaders! This is the existence of the Supreme Holy Dao Realm!"

"Moreover, it is still the same as my physique, and they are all Lingguan immortal bodies!"

Shan Xiong was extremely shocked in confidence, staring at the huge phantom in the void.

"You are waiting for the charm and the ghost, and you are also trying to contaminate my immortal mansion?"

The phantom seemed to be in the spirit of existence, and the light of his eyes was ruthless and indifferent, high up, slowly sweeping over the bodies of the dozen or so demons on the city wall, the Moro Evil and the 200,000 troops behind him, and Ye Ming and the 200,000 troops under his command.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth are rising!

In the violent tremor of more than a dozen ten thousand demons, this terrifying ghost creature composed of hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Netherworld disciples instantly disintegrated and turned into a dead corpse, without the slightest breath.

There is not a trace of blood flowing out, full of weirdness!

"No ......"

As if there was nothing in the world that could cause emotional changes, Ye Ming's scalp suddenly became numb, his hair stood on end, and his face showed crazy despair and unwillingness, and then, together with 200,000 elites, dissipated directly with the wind, as if he had never appeared!

"Time is also fate. ”

Morocha sighed, with some regret and unwillingness on his face, but he did not have any fear of facing death, and faced it calmly.

When the wind blew, he and the 200,000 troops behind him disappeared like gravel.

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