The terrifying momentum that is difficult to describe in words spread wantonly, the wind between heaven and earth suddenly rose, the white clouds in the sky fell downward, the peaks "clicked", cracks were everywhere, fell apart, and broke and disintegrated one after another, as if losing gravity and gravity, and suspended upward. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The terrifying momentum, stirring the wind and clouds, the mountains and rivers trembled, filling every inch of space within a radius of thousands of miles, everyone only felt as if they were pressed by a mountain, and they couldn't move.

As a last resort, everyone gathered their momentum, either blazing or cold, and gathered together to resist the momentum emanating from Qing Xuanzi.

However, Qing Xuanzi's momentum seemed to be endless, constantly increasing, and after a few breaths, the momentum that everyone gathered together was crushed with the momentum of destroying and decaying!

The momentum collapsed in an instant, and more than half of the people present trembled, as if they had suffered a heavy blow, and their seven orifices were bleeding, obviously not lightly injured.

"How can the power of the peak of Xuan Immortal be understood by you true immortals, and those who have not even entered the immortal realm?"

The indifferent words came from the sky, and before they could do anything, just the momentum had already injured most of the people present, and the power of the Xuan Immortals was undoubtedly revealed.

Yamamoto Wendao's face was white and red, under the momentum of Qing Xuanzi, even he had to use his mana to resist, and the others were even more miserable.

Looking coldly at the figure in the sky, Yamamoto's eyes were gloomy, swept over the people around, and said in a deep voice: "He is iron-hearted, he must be killed quickly, you all go with all your strength, and we will have a chance to escape when those monsters come up." ”

Everyone present either nodded, or simply remained silent, if it weren't for Yamamoto Wendao, why would they suffer from this unjustified disaster, if it wasn't for Qing Xuanzi who regarded them as ants and quickly killed them, how could they join forces with Yamamoto Wendao to fight the enemy.

At this moment, although he didn't say it on his face, he had already scolded his ancestors for the eighteen generations of his ancestors in his heart.

And not long after Yamamoto's voice fell, a dense and chaotic sound came from below, and immediately after, countless ugly-looking, hideous and vicious monsters flew out of the whirlpool.

Between heaven and earth, the low roar and roar resounded endlessly, and the fierce demonic aura swept down, and the surrounding scenery suddenly dimmed, the fishy wind dispersed, and ten thousand demons came out!

"Get out of the way!"

These monsters had red eyes, and their bodies exuded a thick sense of madness and bloodlust, and everyone stood on the dark whirlpool, bearing the brunt of the attack, seeing this, Wu Yifan couldn't help but shout.

When everyone heard this, they hurriedly dodged around, and as soon as those monsters flew out, they felt the terrifying momentum that filled the heavens and the earth, and their bodies froze, temporarily suppressing the bloodthirsty killing intent.

But as more and more monsters flew out of the dark whirlpool, the momentum that converged together also slightly blocked Qing Xuanzi's momentum, making everyone breathe a little relieved.

The monsters were pressed together, all staring at the Qing Xuanzi above with blood-red eyes, although they were crazy and thirsty for killing, they were not without wisdom, and they could naturally feel that the momentum that filled the world and suppressed them came from the person above.

There were also many monsters with powerful breaths who roared in a low voice towards Qing Xuanzi above, obviously having some impression of Qing Xuanzi.

Four hundred years ago, when the monsters first got out of trouble, they were intercepted by the disciples of Qingcheng, so some monsters were vaguely familiar with the breath of Qingxuanzi.

Looking at the more and more monsters below, Qing Xuanzi stood above the clouds of the nine heavens, his robe fluttering, his face was sad or joyless, only faint words came down.

"Back then, many of my fellow disciples and brothers died in the hands of your monsters, and even this seat was injured a lot."

"Thanks to the blessing of Yamamoto Wendao, now you monsters are lucky to get out of trouble, but it is inevitable that the people will be left behind, or under the Shangqing Divine Thunder of this seat, together with the traitor of Yamamoto Wendao and these people, turn into ashes."

"This can be regarded as benefiting all people, and the merit is not shallow!"

After saying that, Qing Xuanzi put his hands together, and then formed a mystical magic seal, raised his hand and pointed to the sky, and a rich clear qi flew into the sky, spreading in an instant.

Turbulent rolling, clear air turned into thousands of auspicious clouds to cover the sky, suddenly, "boom" thunder roared, a bright white thunder light appeared in this clear air, and then lightning and thunder, dense, boundless white thunder light shuttled and rolled in the clear air, like a swimming snake.

"At this time, the Shangqing One Qi Divine Thunder of Qingcheng's vein, if you are struck by it, your body and soul are scattered, if you don't want to die, take out all your skills, don't keep your hands!"

Yamamoto Wendao drank in a deep voice, and then led by example, an illusory figure rose from the top of his head, and then turned into a silver-white samurai-like god with a body of a thousand feet.

On the samurai-style god's body, countless azure electric lights appeared, and as soon as the samurai-style gods held their hands, half of the thunder light immediately condensed together, turning into a thunderbolt long knife and being held in his hand, and the other half of the electric light turned into armor and draped over his body.

Compared to the samurai-style god that Yamamoto had seen in the past, it could be said that there was a world of difference between the one in front of him.

Under the hazy mist, Moses turned grim, and also took out the magic scroll that his teacher Ans'a'en had given him, and the rich magic power fluctuated on the scroll.

Sideways glanced at Yamamoto Wendao, this scroll was originally reserved to deal with him, but he didn't expect things to develop so tortuously and unexpectedly.

Liberating the scroll, the next moment, a dark six-pointed star magic array emerged, and a stream of death, decay, and dark magic continued to flow out from this magic scroll.

This terrifying magic turned into a figure of almost a thousand zhang in size, the figure was wearing a black cloak without any patterns, and held a pitch-black scythe in his hand.

These people's faces were old and young, male and female, all of them had hideous and painful faces, as if they were suffering from hell.

And looking at the description of this figure, it is exactly the same as the Western Grim Reaper.

Above the sky, Qing Xuanzi looked at the two figures below that were almost a thousand zhang in size, and his eyes narrowed.

"Is this the gods of the West? No! However, it is somewhat similar to our Eastern Divine Fighting Technique, which only summons a trace of the will of the Western gods to descend and combine other forces to form a spell. ”

"I've seen the samurai-style god of Yamamoto Tattoo Dao four hundred years ago, and this technique is still a bit interesting! But that's all! ”

While muttering to himself, Qing Xuanzi looked at the demons below with an expressionless face, his lips opened lightly, and he coldly spit out a word.

"Extinguish!"

The white divine thunder in the clear air moved when he heard the sound, and rolled wildly, turning into a boundless thunder pool above the sky dome, and then, a palm poked out of the thunder pool, which was completely condensed by the divine thunder of the upper clear qi.

This thunder giant palm covers the sky and the sun, and I don't know how big it is, anyway, everything that Emo can see is covered by this thunder giant palm.

Whether it is the samurai-style god of Yamamoto Tattoo, or the Western god of death who holds a black scythe and symbolizes death, under this vast thunderous giant palm, there is inevitably a sense of insignificance, like an ant under the hands of ordinary people.

The aura of terrifying destruction was brewing between heaven and earth, and once this thunderous giant palm fell, I was afraid that the land within a radius of hundreds of thousands of zhang would instantly turn to the ground.

Is this the strength of the peak of Xuan Immortal?

Emer's heart trembled when he saw this terrifying and vast momentum, and the terrifying thunder giant palm gave him a sense of danger far more than ever.

I'm afraid it's nine deaths this time, TMD, an old monster like this doesn't stay in the coffin board at home, what are you running out to hang around?

Perhaps, it was a very wrong decision for him to agree to Wu Yifan's invitation, otherwise he would not have encountered such a catastrophe as today.

Thinking to himself, Emo took a deep breath, and suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and then his gaze moved downward, landing on the dark whirlpool passage below......