The phantoms stood horizontally in the air, just in front of the immortal monks, not very tall and majestic, supernatural and peerless, very faint, light as clouds and smoke, as if they would go away with the wind in an instant.

But the phantom is quite cold and domineering, in the blink of an eye, between the world and the world, it seems that there is only that cold "roll" word like thunder, and the sound of the earthquake echoes!

"Who are you? You're secretly helping those sinners ****? ”

An immortal monk with a cat's head and six arms and three eyes on his forehead observed for a long time, the vertical eye on his forehead opened and lit up, looking at the phantom for a while, his eyes were not good, and his indifferent tone asked the phantom.

This phantom is really too ordinary, just an ordinary aura clone that can no longer be ordinary, the aura content is extremely low, and it is not as much aura as a Daoji cultivator, compared to these immortal cultivators, the difference is thousands of times and thousands of times.

The phantom didn't answer, only glanced at him flatly, didn't move, and stood there, standing in front of him, not moving or speaking.

The cat-headed monk wanted to make a temptation, but he was afraid that if something happened, he and the phantom would stalemate there, and the enemy would not move, but I would not move.

"Your Excellency is just a phantom clone, so it's too big, isn't it?"

On the other side, there were also immortal monks who were blocked by the phantom, and they also couldn't understand the reality of the phantom, so they asked the phantom in a deep voice.

This time, unlike the cat-headed monk, the phantom was not blocking the path of an immortal monk, but three immortal monks, this time, it seemed that he was relying on the strength of the number of people, and he had a lot more confidence in speaking and acting.

The phantom still didn't speak, and coldly agreed, the faces of the three immortal monks sank, and their divine consciousness communicated with each other secretly, the light in their eyes flickered, and almost at the same time, the three magic weapons lit up, and the three of them killed the phantom at the same time.

A bowl magnifies in the sky, spreading golden light, which can be seen from a distance, and a golden waterfall hangs down, illuminating the land for thousands of miles.

The huge attraction condensed into a bunch under the control of the magic circle in the center of the bowl, rolling up towards the phantom, like a black hole sucking up everything, but the difference is that the black hole eats everything, and this bowl recognizes the phantom and only eats the phantom.

What's more, this bowl contains the power of imprisonment, like tens of thousands of mountains instantly pressing, and the sky "booms" with a loud bang, as if it is about to collapse this space.

That strand of golden light was not a real ray, but the Extreme Heavenly Essence Golden Qi that this immortal monk had condensed for many years, each wisp weighed dozens of tons, not to mention, it was pouring like a waterfall at the same time, and the sky was falling straight down.

The phantom was buried in the vast golden light, and the golden qi of the extreme heavenly essence passed directly through the phantom body, and smashed to the earth, and the whole ground "banged", like a towering mountain, suddenly falling from the sky, smashing the earth trembling.

The immortal monk's eyes narrowed, what was this phantom, it could be unscathed and unmoved.

A dark flag waved, the stars in the sky were covered, the dark clouds of thick ink gathered, wisps of black gas wrapped around the flag body, ghosts cried wolves, yin wind gusted, this wasteland instantly turned into a ghost domain of Senluo, in the dark clouds, countless undead skeletons were weeping and wandering, and a huge black skeleton opened its mouth and swallowed down from the sky.

The bowl was instantly retracted, and an extremely bright concentrated golden light pierced through the void, heading towards the phantom confinement, and the skull and golden light were all activated in an instant, and the coordination tended to be perfect.

This is not all, "boom", the earth cracked, and a white bone ghost claw with a blue fire stretched out from the crack, as if coming from the abyss, to drag the phantom into the eighteenth layer of hell.

The phantom still didn't move, and the blurred form couldn't see the appearance of the face, and naturally he didn't know what the phantom's expression was, so he guessed what he was trying to write.

The three immortals joined forces to strike, although they did not use their hole cards and tried their best, but under this kind of power, it was enough to destroy a planet continent.

In the vast Western Desert Wasteland, several monks from the Half-Immortal Realm were watching the battle, and even in those hidden small world spaces, there were even immortals watching.

These immortals had felt the power of the Illusory Shadow, and knew that this group of monks would inevitably be able to resist it, but they wanted to know more information about the Illusory Shadow, so as to understand his purpose, his means, and the existence behind him that was estimated to be comparable to the Immortal King.

The phantom moved a second before the trio's attack was about to arrive, the blurry cloud dissipated, and a pair of godless and empty eyes were open, and a cloud of light enveloped it.

The elements in the air were extracted at high speed, and the sand particles on the ground swam like giant dragons, and then soared into the sky, and from the outside, the scene was seen as tens of thousands of salons flying in the sky and earth.

Under the illumination of that brilliance, the nitrogen and oxygen elements in the air, the silicon, oxygen, aluminum, iron, and so on in the salon are transformed into aura particles at an extremely high speed.

In the blink of an eye, a huge crater with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers and a depth of dozens of kilometers appeared on the earth, and the air was pumped into a vacuum in an instant, fortunately these guys were extraordinary, otherwise they would have exploded by the instantaneous vacuum pressure.

In the surprised eyes of the three of them, the aura content around the phantom instantly rose to the true spirit level, and the vast aura gathered, and then formed in some way.

The aura particle reactor was constructed, loaded, and operated, the space-based soul extinguishing cannon was activated, the sky mirror system was activated, and beams of light shot out, seemingly indiscriminately bombarded, but under the incomparably accurate calculation and control, every wisp bombarded the three people.

The three immortal souls were all rising at this moment, and the extremely golden beam of that day, the white bone ghost claw, and the skull of the black evil undead were all scattered in an instant.

It's too strong, where is this phantom not as good as the aura clone of the Daoji realm monks, this is clearly an immortal.

The three immortals are constantly moving in the space at a high speed, which is desperate, and the hole cards are all out.

However, when Bai Ye made Bai Jie, Bai Chu and Bai Day, it was also made in this way, at that time, Bai Ye was not a "true immortal", but Bai Jie, Bai Chu, and Bai Day's combat ability was not inferior to Wang Tian's realm, let alone now?

Powerful computing power, powerful information gathering ability, terrifying elemental energy control ability, although the phantom itself does not carry a high force, his skills are already overwhelming.

It is often said that one force will drop ten times, but if the skill far exceeds the force, how much force does it need?

In front of such a white night clone phantom, all the hole cards of the three were crushed, and their escape skills were useless.

The brilliance appeared, a touch of eternity, and the three of them didn't have time to scream and beg for mercy, and their blades were smashed into countless particles in an instant.

Heaven and earth have returned to peace, and everyone who saw this scene was dumbfounded, and the deserted slave was in front of the screen, looking at the indifferent phantom of the wind, so was the construction just now the space-based soul extinguishing cannon and the heavenly mirror system? Unexpectedly, there is such a creature that can transform the elements in a second and build such a powerful weapon.

The monks collectively lost their voices, whether they were immortal, half-immortal or immortal, they were all shocked by that phantom!

Yes, the phantom only killed three "small" immortal cultivators, and the scene caused was not devastating, but in a radius of hundreds of miles, except for the circular pit made by the phantom itself, there was almost no destruction, and the control of energy was perfect.

The phantom was still in the air, but there was no one in front of him, and the whirring air was rapidly pressed from other places, forming a great storm and rolling up the yellow sand in the sky.

The other immortal monks who were blocked by the phantom were all trembling at this time, and the cat-headed monk lowered his head, not daring to say anything more, deferentially like a kitten; The ink Xuanjiao also restrained the thunder and rainstorm, and honestly became a harmless little snake; The domineering lion didn't dare to look directly at the phantom.

"With this as the boundary, the Western Desert is divided into two, the monks are half, and the desolate tribe is half!"

More than a dozen phantoms instantly merged, forming a figure that shook the sky and the earth, as if he wanted to step on the earth, catch the sun and the moon with his hand, and the figure pointed out, and a crack spread for tens of billions of kilometers, straight dividing the vast Western Desert into two halves.

"From now on, all monks will evacuate this place for a maximum of seven days! Those who do not obey will descend or die! Immortal, get out of here! ”

The vast and indifferent voice echoed through the heaven and earth, penetrating the space of the small world and the world, and directly transmitted into those immortal mountain blessed lands.

All the Western Desert monks looked at the direction in which the phantom faded away, and were silent for a long time. (To be continued.) )