"Rustle~~!"

Over a vast forest sea, streamers constantly flew by, bringing a strong wind to blow the leaves. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The white-robed man looked at the dozen or so fellow monks chasing behind him, frowning, he didn't expect his former best friend to turn against each other because of an unrealistic rumor.

"Qi Yi, you can't escape today! Hurry up and hand over "Immortal Demon Dao" and spare you from death! ”

A loud shout echoed among thousands of mountains and rivers, and in a blink of an eye, it crossed ten thousand mountains, during which the two sides clashed several times, and the white-robed men fled in a thrilling way, and this also made more and more people chasing behind, and all those who cultivated for the upper cultivation wanted to get a piece of the pie.

Seeing this, the white-robed man seemed to know that if he didn't make a choice between "Immortal Demon Dao" and escape and survival, he would definitely die in the hands of these people in the end.

Extremely unwilling, the white-robed man took out an ink-colored jade plaque from his storage space, looked at the glow that was getting closer and closer behind him, gritted his teeth, and threw it into the sky with difficulty.

"Wang Han! After this calamity, I want you to live rather than die!! ”

The white-robed man flashed quickly when everyone behind him shifted their gaze to the jade plate, and thousands of doppelgangers gathered and dispersed, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!!"

The sky collapsed, and everyone in the smoke and dust quickly calculated the last hand that grabbed the jade plate, and the white light that turned the direction in unison exploded, and on the deep pit, Wang Han, who had already flown out of five thousand miles, was annihilated by his soul in ecstasy.

Countless figures practiced and flickered, and everyone's minds were calculating the greatest possible way to seize the "Immortal Demon Dao", and the black clouds rose, and hundreds of millions of figures roared in it, just like the battlefield of the gods.

It was as if it had been thrown into another dimension, where the space was upside down and endlessly chaotic, and time could not be relied on, like a broken mirror, and the limbs of the whole body were distributed in different mirrors, and this shrewdness was still being shattered.

They didn't die, all of them moved in the small spatial protons that were shattered like dust, and their bodies were scattered in countless different spaces, in this kind of world, the only thing they could rely on was their huge push power, existence, and fighting.

If you make a mistake in one step of calculation, you will be annihilated under the constantly healing proton of space, become one with this space, be slaughtered by others, and your soul will be destroyed after death.

The ink-colored jade tablet existed in the very center of this wonderful space, divided into countless pieces by the broken spatial protons, but he was still a whole in the calculations of all the seventh-order Mahayana monks.

Everyone moved with it, and the cultivators who practiced the void suffered the most casualties, almost nothing, their strength was only enough for them to exist here, and they had no strength to resist at all, and if they touched it, they died, and if they rubbed it, they were injured.

"Zi~~!"

A shocking 'wave' suddenly appeared in the space, and several cultivators who were hovering on the outermost side were instantly squeezed out, and the small, space-based protons that were sustenance in the body quickly combined, from blurred to real.

Seven more Mahayana monks shrouded in countless powerful formations that were in operation suddenly broke away, and they reappeared thirteen thousand miles away.

Like a protective body of colorful light, countless rapidly moving formations were activated at the same time by their powerful control force.

After the seven left, the shattered space returned to calm, and the monks continued to escape from it, away from it, and they all had a look of horror and fear in their eyes.

Seven people in the distance have flown out of the unknown distance, the storm and rain in the East China Sea rolled up one hurricane after another, seven balls around the colored light collided non-stop, the space continued to shatter, splashed sea water passively poured in from one broken space, and flowed out from another.

After the dark thunder swept through the space, the formations on the bodies of the two unknown Tribulation Monks suddenly collided, like incompatible gears connected, flames, Xuanshui, flowers and trees, defense and attack together, as if heaven and earth collided.

"Boom !!"

The sea of this space poured into the clouds, the bottom of the sea was exposed to the air, and a bottomless pit appeared there, and the creatures in the water rose in panic, and the creatures in the water rose in panic!! Fall.

Like a basin of water falling to the ground, a tsunami of 10,000 feet high rose from under the sea, and rushed towards the land with the momentum of destroying everything.

And the seven people inadvertently destroyed the waves that had not been rushing for a long time, collided and intersected again, the sword trembled lightly, and the earth was shaken like a sand table, falling, inconspicuous.

Every attack was exhausted with all its might, and when it missed, it was instantly retracted, and the apocalyptic scene around them was just a result of the force, and the result of the unloading of the force was the result of the devastation.

Just like the underworld Yama, a hundred ghosts walk at night, countless dark mist rises in the formation around a Taoist, turning into a huge skeleton, the bigger the formation, the greater the aftermath of the illumination.

The six of them were all shocked, and at this moment, countless defensive formations were immediately revealed, shattered, reforged, shattered, and the black mist skeleton exploded, enveloping darkness.

One person blew himself up, and six were injured.

The six Seven Tribulation Dao people stopped fighting, and the jade card flew into an unknown spatial wormhole with his soul under the disintegration and self-explosion of the Eight Tribulation Dao people, and even the six people did not know where his soul had escaped.

And in a barren mountain village, a tiny and invisible spatial crack opened, and the broken soul of the Eight Tribulation Daoist quickly broke away, and saw a child squatting on the ground playing with mud in open crotch pants, possessing and devouring souls.

"The ancient secret method is really not weak, although my cultivation has turned into nothingness, but ....."

"But with this "Immortal Demon Dao" in hand, you can become an immortal!"

Frightened in his heart, the child revealed a ferocity that did not match his age, and he used his remaining soul power to probe into the surrounding space in a panic.

"Hahahaha!!" In the wanton laughter, a handsome man with a green jade accessory hanging from his waist slowly walked out of the space, and looked greedily at the child on the ground: "Senior, I didn't expect it!" ”

"I only made one trick of the golden cicada out of its shell, and I deceived everyone!"

"It's stupid!"

"When I came out, I met a person who wanted to take this "Immortal Demon Dao", and I suddenly thought that even this person could know that I bought it, and there would definitely be other people waiting for me to go out, so I secretly resold it to a well-known rich Taoist at the original price, and let the news out....."

"Who would have thought!"

"I then went back to the auction space and waited until the man was gone....."

"I secretly followed again and watched a good show!"

"Senior, if you obediently hand over the "Immortal Demon Dao" now, I can let your soul return to the underworld and reincarnate...."

"Hahahaha...!!"

As the child's face darkened, the white-robed Daoist who was sure to win the battle looked up to the sky and smiled even more wantonly and arrogantly, he was just a Seven Tribulation Daoist who was extremely weak in the eyes of the Eight Tribulation Daoists.

Who would think, now the two are in a different situation.

The eighth-order Daoist is like a fish on a chopping board, slaughtered by others......

Suddenly, just when both of them thought that everything was over and the ending was decided, an ethereal female voice sounded.

"The villain died from talking too much, and this sentence is really not wrong....." (To be continued.) )