Seeing that the attack was ineffective, the man in the gray robe snorted coldly, and six majestic Tianbei virtual images appeared around him.

When Ning Yuan saw this scene, his pupils contracted like needles, and when he thought that his head was in his heart, almost deciding most people, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Under the control of the gray-robed man, the shadow of the sky stele flew and collided with the grass puppets. The puppets wanted to repeat the mistakes of the past, but just as they were about to retreat, a ferocious demon appeared on the stone tablet, opened its mouth, and swallowed them all in surprise.

Wu Yishan's face changed slightly, and the grass puppet was gone. He gritted his teeth and was about to make a big move, but that Song Zan rushed out first, and directly had the most savage collision with the gray-robed man!

His muddy body turned into a sharp black sword on the way. It was cut off from a distance, and the sword was powerful.

The man in the gray robe has six stone tablets to protect his body. He rushed up like a tiger and a leopard. The two monuments overlapped, directly resisting the black sword.

"Zheng"

Qingming's shrill voice echoed, and the shadow of the heavenly monument outside the man's gray robe became confused for a moment, as if it would disappear at any time.

"Hey, how can you be transformed from a sword-like body to a liquid by my opponent Song Zan's body. Poof, poof, black streams flowed from the illusory stele to the man in the gray robes.

The man in the gray robe had long, thick, messy hair and a seal in his hand. Suddenly, the stele lit up again, and was about to disappear.

"Bang!"

The lines on the stele are vivid. Electric lights intertwined, thunder roared. The black stream came into contact with it and immediately turned into curling green smoke. Song Zan, the god of death, snorted and flew away.

The hand of the man in the gray robe was caught, and a stone tablet in the sky exploded in the wind and flew out like an impregnable wall. A magical hand emerged from it, hoping to catch Songtsen.

Songtsen's eyes were filled with fear. The secret method of the other party's stone tablet is too weird. If he is devoured, he will be trapped for a long time, even if there is no danger.

Today is a great opportunity for him to perform in front of God and the Marquis. How could he be so embarrassed and lose to a slightly special Terran demon monk?

Thinking of this, he let out a scream, and his body turned into small black beads that scattered.

In this way, the stele failed to hit his body, and flew straight through the stele towards Wuyi Mountain.

Wuyishan frowned, that day's dexterous hand floated on the monument full of green scales, looking at the forest, how dare he resist? Currently, he is using the Wizard Family's body method. His long red hair grew inexplicably, and then wrapped around himself. When the red spreads, his figure disappears, leaving only a strand of hair. The man in the gray robe saw that the attack had completely failed. After a meal, he called back and decided to take it steady. The two men who fought against him were very powerful and could not be defeated in a short time. They must be more cautious and patient.

Ning Yuan watched the confrontation between the three of them and preliminarily judged their strength.

They're all in the sacred realm, but the guy in the gray robe is a little weird, maybe he has a deeper card. The Heavenly Back Divine Skill created by the Demon King Chongying by the Messenger of Peace was already wonderful in the hands of the gray-robed man, and it might even surpass Chongying's own understanding.

The man in the gray robe worked hard to improve his magic skills until now.

Ning Yuan thought back to the experience of this gray-robed man over the past hundred years, and at the same time had some questions. It seems that his secret skills with Ang Lee are indeed flawed, which has led to today's situation.

Wuyishan and Song Zan fought together. At the beginning, Wu Yishan and Song Zan fought. But later, they found that the man in the gray robe was too powerful. They had to work hand in hand. The two attacked the dense net, not giving the gray-robed man any respite.

A group of practitioners saw the tension inside them. The gray-robed man fought alone with the two masters, but they did not lag behind, which gave them great hope. Perhaps today this man will become a hero who saves the monks of all countries.

With everyone's eyes focused on the three-person battlefield, Wang Chongyun finally quietly came to Xiaoxia's side.

At this time, Xiao Xia girl was sealed by light, and she couldn't lift up a trace of strength. She lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "The damn thing is that you are about to get the Dragon Soul Pill. Why is this happening? Dad, brother and uncle, I'm sorry. Luo Xia is sorry for you. Xuanzu, I'm really useless. I can't help you. Xiaoxia said, tears falling from her eyes. Wuyishan uses the talent and magic of a wizard to summon disasters such as storms and thunderbolts. He made a mess of the buildings in Yangxin City. I don't know how many practitioners suffer in vain.

Songtsan is impermanent. The power of the immortal god is quantified into countless tentacles. On the one hand, he constantly attacked the gray-robed people, and on the other hand, he attacked and killed the monks in the city. He swallowed their blood to replenish his strength.

The man in the gray robe was attacked by two men. The six stone tablets around his body were completely solidified. He moved to the left, stopping the killing action that destroyed the heavens and the earth.

The surging evil qi, the surging divine power, and the strange witchcraft power were intertwined in the sky of Yangxin City, tearing up one space after another, causing the entire Yangxin City to be swallowed by a giant beast from a distance.

In this battle for respect, low-level practitioners are hurting. I don't know how many practitioners don't have time to dodge. They were swept away by the aftershocks of the attack, screaming on the spot, physically and mentally exhausted. Some people dodged in time, but ran out of the battlefield for fear of encountering the plague of pond fish again.

Prosperity! Prosperity!

The sky was thunder and lightning. It was supposed to be day by day, but at this time, the wind and clouds changed color, because the weather was abnormal during the Three Saints Battle.

After hearing the thunder, some cultivators who were afraid of the thunder immediately fainted, their heads empty, and their eyes closed. More people are constantly taking refuge in collapsed buildings in search of safety.

The once-thriving Sunshine City was reduced to ruins in a battle. Magnificent courtyards of high-rise buildings, bustling streets, beautiful rockeries and lakes have all disappeared without a trace, leaving only scars everywhere.

The war attracted the attention of many and attracted the spirits of countless people. Because the outcome of the battle will directly determine the life and death of hundreds of thousands of monks in the city.

"Cataclysm, collapse!" Wuyi Mountain's blood pupils were indifferent and ruthless, and a sorcerer wearing a red robe and holding a scepter appeared behind him.

As soon as he pointed, the shadow behind him, and the scepter in his hand also followed a horizontal, two beams of light, one real and one virtual, intertwined. On the way forward, a strong resonance reaction occurred, followed by a loud bang. Less than a thousand feet away from the gray-robed man, the space was broken layer by layer like a net, and holes appeared one after another.

Inside the cave, there are mountains collapsing, huge waves rolling, wind-blown mountains and forests, and rolling magma.

The gray-robed man was involved in that catastrophe. His body was frightened, and his hands were raised. Aura poured out of him. The magic pattern decoration on the six temples of heaven is dazzling. Countless demons tens of feet tall emerged from it, gnawing at the corpse in his mouth, dragging the wreckage in his hands, and walking towards the cave.

The supernatural powers and hallucinations on both sides are striking. One is the wizard's famous cataclysmic skill, and the other is the supreme magic skill.

The demons seem to be more ferocious than the disaster itself. They rush into their holes, open their mouths and suck, strong winds suck into their bellies, their feet tremble, and the waves flatten. Even the collapsed mountain was stabilized by the support of the Demon Peace Messenger's hand, and the flowing magma quickly solidified and its power was greatly reduced.

The demons bared their fangs, and the cracked space was quickly repaired. Once they are out of the chain, they are out of the chain of action.

This group of demons, like imprisoned evil spirits, has now been freed by their masters. They are lawless and commit all kinds of crimes.

The disaster of Wuyi Mountain was gradually suppressed, and his face became extremely ugly. This is the skill he is most proud of, and this is not the success of ordinary wizards. However, the power of calamity cannot be defeated by a demon, which makes it a little difficult for him to accept. At this moment, his internal strength poured out, and he wanted to use his profound cultivation to quickly end this battle.

Once again, the disaster that had subsided erupted again, and all kinds of natural disasters that had been revered and revered by people since ancient times came at once. Ten thousand thunders, magma boiling, hurricanes rolling, torrential rains flooding the Taigu Mountains, and tsunamis destroying the earth.

The ferocious demon, which began to be stretched and could not control its body in the current, was blown back by the body of the hurricane. What's more, he was struck by ten thousand bolts of lightning, emitting a puff of green smoke and crying.

Seeing this, the gray-robed man whispered, his face unchanged. "Flying skeletons."

With a loud bang, a light door appeared on one side of the six heavenly pillars, and a human head with a length and width of nearly a hundred zhang flew out. It was ugly and fierce, and its fur flew in the sky like a viper.

"The head of an ancient troll!" The Blue Waterfall Demon, whose whole body was bound, was nervously watching the battle situation in the sky. At this moment, he saw the head on the stele fly out. His face changed, and his eyes were full of jealousy.

As soon as the flying skull appeared, a magical sound shook the sky. It opened its mouth and ran wildly. It disintegrated outright. I don't know how many natural disasters there are. Its power is against the sky, and its means are cruel. Not only did it dissipate natural disasters, but it also devoured those demons and peacebringers, regardless of friend or foe.

"What a scary monster. I'm afraid it has at least evolved from the cultivation of the Heavenly Kingdom after death. Wuyishan took a breath and said, "After at least 100,000 years of magic collection, it is still extremely ferocious. The strength of the man in front of him was beyond his imagination. No matter what magic he uses, the other party has the ability to provide more powerful means instantly, just like the endless demons hidden in his stone tablet that day.

"If you're scared, don't leave me alone with him." Song Chan-hee's laughter came, and he turned into a pool of liquid, passing through the cracks of countless natural disasters and demons, and was a person who was very close to the gray-robed man. 51

At this moment, his entire body swelled and turned into a peacemaker soul similar to a flying skeleton. When he opens his mouth and spits out, he is pure and immortal light.

Son!

When powerful corrosion occurs, the immortal divine power inherently belongs to the upper echelons of power, not to mention the immortal light it gathers together.

"Gray Robe Talisman Monument" is essentially condensed from pure aura. Although the pure demonic energy is stronger than the normal vitality, it has not evolved into ancient magic. After all, it was a state of poverty, so it was quickly broken by the light of immortality.

The divine light pierced through a hole in the stone tablet and set it on fire. The target was the face of the man in the gray robe, and he was right in front of him!

The man in the gray robe obviously didn't expect that the power of the Immortal Light was so strong that it could destroy the Temple of Heaven. He was caught off guard and couldn't dodge. There was a flash of light from his mask. Although he couldn't withstand the blast of the Immortal Light, he broke and fell from his face.

Songtsam saw the light in his eyes dim, but that immortal light condensed most of his achievements. After smashing Tianbei, there is so little power left. How exactly was the stele made? It looks like Gong Fuǎ, but it looks like a real high-ranking holy warrior. It's very strange.

Songtsam looked at the gray-robed man's face, and in any case, at least took off the man's mask. He wanted to see what kind of magic cultivation was born, unaffected by the Great Formation, and the power was unpredictable?

What appeared in front of him was a familiar face, with a well-rounded countenance. He looked very young, but he had a thin scar under the corner of his right eye.

"It's you!" Songtsam's eyes lit up and he took a deep breath.

Wu Yishan also looked at the man in the gray robe, his mask was broken, and his expression was also moved by it.

"I didn't expect it to be true." Wu Yishan opened his mouth, and his voice became more serious.

"No wonder there's so much strength. Fame is in line with strength", Song Zan also said, and the immortal power in his whole body was even more turbulent, as if facing an enemy. "Who is it?" What are they talking about? ”

Onlookers are not sure. They are all great magicians of Ang Lee in Xi'an. They can see thousands of feet away, and their ears can smell ants fighting. How can they not see the changes on the pitch?

After the mask of the gray-robed man was broken, both Song Zan and Wu Yishan became more cautious. They paused for a moment and did not take any action. They had been watching the gray man warily.

The gray-robed man slowly raised his head, his face cold, his hair fluttering in the wind.

"He is." As soon as he arrived at Miss Xiaoxia's side, Wang Chongyun was attracted by the suddenly quiet sky and raised his head. When he saw his true face, he didn't have too many surprises.

"It's like two peas, even the breath of the soul is about the same!" The Disaster Bird flew out from a corner near Xu Fengniang and Master Tie Jiao. He looked at the people in the sky, then turned his head to see where Ning Yuan was. He couldn't help but say.

Ning Yuan also raised his head to look at the sky, but there was not much surprise on his face. He had already guessed the scene.

The person Wang Chongyun saw and the person that Hard Bird saw was the person in front of him.

The reason they admit their mistakes is, no, it can't be said that they admit their mistakes. In a sense, they are real about the war itself.

"Second God, what has happened to you in the last hundred years? I have completely lost my spiritual connection with you. At that moment, he thought of having the same affinity as the other party in the hall, which made him feel like a god.

At that time, on an overseas island, he sent the second god to a secret place, where Taoist priests and the gods in his pen first set a trap. So, the two of them sealed the secret room tightly with seal characters, and they could no longer open the secret room and kill the second primordial god.

Therefore, he had to give up leaving, thinking that one day, when he had enough practice or had the means to go abroad, he could find a second God again. Unexpectedly, he went through many changes and finally came to the Taoist world. The time wasted is a hundred years. In the hundred years of the real world, the second god, who was originally connected to the mind, actually stepped out of the mysterious realm and reached the highest magical realm. What bothers him the most is that the second god has completely become another person, he is no longer under his control and control, so they are in the same city, and he has just discovered the secret. "Shh

Some cultivators who were watching the battle opened their eyes and finally saw the gray-robed man clearly. They couldn't help but take a breath. "Battle body, that magic cultivation is our human battle body, battle body!"

He was speechless, and his eyes were hot. The appearance of the fighting body was like a lighthouse that illuminated his way home and gave him hope of survival.

"What?" Has the body of war finally appeared? Some say he's in town, but I didn't expect it to be now. ”

"Confused, confused, who can not be afraid of the Taigu Formation? Except for the fighting style of our Terrans, who can make a comeback at such a time? ”

The human monks all clearly saw the true face of the gray-robed man, and they all looked happy and excitedly discussed. It was as if the identity of the man in the gray robe had been revealed, and this ancient array had been broken.

"Is that a Terran war? It's as powerful as the legend says. "A large number of foreign practitioners were transferred at this time. A few days ago, news about the style of war was popular. Most of them listen to it as a joke. Even if the war style still exists, it doesn't make any particular sense to aliens who have never experienced it. It's just that the Terrans have a strong man.

But now it's different. The lords of all races are all controlled by the Great Destruction Reincarnation Array. Seeing that the conspiracy of the wizards and the undead was about to succeed, at this time, there was only one warrior left who could fight in such a large city of heart cultivation.

Whether it was the Terran or other races, they couldn't help but pin their hopes on him. Under the influence of the Terran monks, a large number of alien monks couldn't help but secretly cheer for the battle body, hoping that he could save the crisis of this Yang New City.

Around Yangxin City, there was a commotion. The warlike corpses of the Terrans were born again, and the news spread that they were fighting the gods and wizards of the immortals, and everyone looked up to the sky. Even if some people have already given up, at this moment, their eyes look expectant.

People are like that, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, even if it is necessary to worship a certain person, they enjoy it.

"It's sad that so many people are pinning their hopes on one person. Do you think he never made it? Song Zan said disdainfully. The guy in front of him was that fighting style, which scared him a little. But what about the fighting style? He had heard about the specific process of fighting the Heavenly Demon Sect King at the beginning, but relying on the burning vitality and the help of the Dao soldiers, his true strength had not reached that level.

What's more, at that time, both the Terrans and the demons were powerful, and the fighting bodies were just right, and the Terrans were molded into heroes.

Song Zan didn't know how this fighting style survived the war that year. He doesn't care. The man in front of him didn't make him feel the huge gap in strength. The battle between the two sides was won or lost at most 50 to 50, which could not make him timid.

What's more, he is immortal, and Wuyishan also helps him, so he is invincible.

"Shut up!"

A cold and ruthless voice suddenly echoed in the sky above the huge Yang New Town, like spring thunder.

He was a man in a gray robe. Ning Yuan's previous second god opened his mouth, I am not the fighting style you are talking about. My name is Chong Qianfan. Ning Yuan has nothing to do with me for a long time. ”

Yangxinshi's voice was silent for a while. All the practitioners looked at each other, and they didn't understand why the war establishment would say such a thing. Who else can have such appearance and strength other than the fighting style of the Terrans?

Ning Yuan was expressionless when he heard this, the independent consciousness of the second god really rejected him and regarded himself as another independent personality. This is what he worries most after knowing the identity of the other party. Now it seems that the other party really doesn't recognize himself. From the beginning, he knew that there would be such a concern. The second god is separated from Himself by a hundred years, even from the two worlds. Perhaps because of this, his spiritual connection with Xi'an was greatly weakened, and a radical self-determination emerged.

"Heavy sails? I don't care if you're pretending to be confused. You only get one today. Song Zhan's evil eyes burst out with divine light, and the space there was dented and collapsed, full of threats.

"That's right. If I kill you, can I raise my prestige among all the tribes? Wuyishan's eyes flashed, the shadow behind him, and the scepter in his hand were raised again, pointing at Chong Qianfan from afar.

"I said I wasn't a fighter." Chong Qianfan's eyes suddenly went cold, and with a whoosh, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wu Yishan was taken aback. This guy, he's never shown such speed before!

A gust of cold wind blew from behind, and Wu Yishan's scalp became numb. Before he could take any action, he felt like his whole body had been pulled out and his ribs were broken for a while.

Heavy Qianfan, he suddenly used extreme speed, and in the blink of an eye, he reached his back, showing a thunderous punch!

When Songtsan saw this, his heart was also shocked, and this person was immediately furious, and the growth rate was too fast.

Wu Yishan had blood dripping from his mouth and turned a few times in the air. He turned around and looked at the heavy Qianfan, his eyes full of murderous intent. "Fighting body, you want to die!"