The Holy Soldier, with the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, is a divine weapon that can only be refined by the Great Sage of the Ages who have long since disappeared.

A weapon of this level can only be inherited by the Great Sect of Terror and the Ancient Family.

Murong Jun himself is a powerhouse who has condensed the Dao Race, and now he is holding a holy soldier, and his momentum is like sweeping in a no-man's land, and the gods and ghosts are unstoppable.

Ling Yunzhi and Elder Jiufeng worked together, and it was difficult to resist their might.

"Let's go!"

Fang Yang felt that the other party's gaze was rushing towards him, and he felt bad, so he hurriedly ran.

At this moment, a figure landed in front of him, stirring up dust all over the ground, Fang Yang looked carefully, but it was a headless corpse.

The demigod on Murong Jun's side descended from the sky, holding a bloody head in his hand.

"Teacher!"

After Ling Yunzhi saw it, he screamed angrily.

"Old Sect Master!"

The other elders were also filled with grief and indignation.

The battle stopped inexplicably, a wave of pathos and fear spread among the crowd, and the most powerful old sect master of his own sect was beheaded, and there was no point in resisting.

Fang Yang wanted to run, but he was locked by multiple breaths.

Murong Jun walked up to him, and suddenly his eyes caught a glimpse of Lingxi beside him, and his eyes lit up.

"I didn't expect there to be a big beauty hidden here. ”

He held out his index finger and tried to hook her chin, but was slapped open.

"Get out!"

Lingxi's voice was cold, but unfortunately his strength was too weak.

"Humph!"

Murong Jun smiled confidently.

"Follow me in the future, and let you be glorious for the rest of your life!"

At this time, Fang Yang pulled Lingxi behind him and looked at him defiantly.

"Good. ”

Murong Jun nodded, and unexpectedly shot out with a palm, Fang Yang's eyes were fast, and his aura surged, smashing out a hundred thousand huge forces.

Bang bang bang!

Fang Yang took a few steps back and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Damn, people who have condensed the Dao are different, comprehending the laws of the Dao, with the help of the power of heaven and earth, they are not opponents at all.

"I admire your courage, but I mourn your stupidity. “

Murong Jun shook his head.

The vajra flew to the top of Fang Yang's head, became huge, and slammed down, but was picked up by Fang Yang's hands, and he also knelt down on one knee because of the huge strength, sinking deep into the earth.

Murong Jun's eyes were surprised, fleeting, and replaced by a touch of coldness: "I see how strong you are!"

As his hand slowly pressed, Fang Yang's body sank three points again, his green muscles bulging up, and he bared his teeth.

It is clear that the other party is playing with him, torturing him, trying to crush him to death.

Lingxi was anxious when he saw Fang Yang so uncomfortable, but he was helpless.

"If you want to save him, yes, as long as you promise to be my Ding Furnace, I can spare his life!"

Murong Jun suddenly smiled at Lingxi, and at the same time looked her figure up and down, and there was an obvious evil intent in his smile.

"Bastard!"

The jade cheeks were pink, and the chest was undulating.

There is a combination of yin and yang in the world, and men can absorb women's yin essence to enhance their skills, and this kind of woman is called Ding Furnace.

To put it mildly, it is a tool for him to vent his beastly desires.

Seeing that the goddess they had been thinking about for a long time was so defiled, many people dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

"I swear I'm going to crush that thing of yours!"

Fang Yang roared.

"Noise!"

Murong Jun was impatient, the vajra pressed down again, and Fang Yang felt that his body was about to explode, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

"Alright, don't waste time, hurry up and take someone away. “

The woman, who had never spoken, spoke.

She didn't like Murong Jun's approach very much, and she was beautiful and frowned.

"Okay, senior sister speaks, how dare I disobey?"

Murong Jun said lazily, he was still a little jealous of this woman.

"But—"

He dragged out his voice for a long time, and glanced in the other direction.

On that platform, the goddess of war and purple smoke stood side by side.

"Lao Liu, tie up those two women together! It's not easy to come to the borderland, but it's a lot of gain!"

He licked the corners of his mouth, his eyes swaying with evil intent.

Ling Yunzhi looked at all this indifferently, but calmed down, a little dead and silent, if someone looked closely, they would definitely find a strange and contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

He was laughing at Murong Jun!

The golden goddess of war is like a sculpture, from the beginning of the Great War to the present, she has not moved.

Her aura was so serene that even the demigod was a little uneasy.

Slightly hesitant, he still made a move.

Flying through the air, with a wave of his sleeves, a deep horror like enveloping the world swept the two of them.

As soon as they thought that the three goddesses were about to be captured and took turns to serve as the man's furnace, everyone was angry.

Some people even tried to rush forward and fight hard, but they were finally overcome by the fear of death.

A beam of golden light bloomed, turning into countless sharp swords, tearing apart the sleeved robe.

"You will feel the wrath of God!"

The old man was angry, and his palm was bigger than the mountain, like the five-fingered mountain of the Buddha, and it was bombarded down.

A golden war spear was born, and the battle intent soared into the sky, as if rushing towards the desolate universe, cutting through the void, and stabbing at the unattainable demigod in the sky with a devastating attitude.

Sou!

Everyone's reaction couldn't keep up with the speed of the golden war spear, and in the blink of an eye, they saw that the demigod was nailed to the cliff wall, looking incredulous, but it had long since lost its breath.

The scene was silent, and even Murong Jun didn't react.

Rumble!

After all, he recovered from the shock, sacrificed the vajra, and without the slightest reservation, with the power of the supreme holy soldier, he killed the female god of war.

"Be careful, that's a holy soldier!"

Fang Yang exclaimed.

"Broken holy soldiers, why be afraid?"

The female god of war sneered, and actually faced it directly.

Indeed, Fang Yang looked at it again, and the handle of the vajra was broken, as if it had been cut off by some sharp blade!

"Stupid, the power of the Great Sage, even a trace is enough to kill you ten thousand times!"

Murong Jun sneered.

He did not have the slightest reservation, fully urging the vajra, and a bodhisattva dharma appeared in the void, with a hideous face, Sanskrit sound in the sky, holding the vajra and smashing it down.

Even Fang Yang had a suffocating fear.

But the female god of war was not afraid, the golden light on her body was bright, and it became more and more dazzling, and finally rushed directly into the sky, disturbing the storm.

Behind her, a huge phantom also appeared, dressed in golden armor, with a blurred face, but with a great power that looked at the world.

Covering the sky and the sun with one hand, the divine power is unstoppable, and the Bodhisattva on the opposite side is pinched and exploded.

Murong Jun's face was like gold paper, shaky, and he looked at the huge figure with an incredulous expression.

Because, he felt the breath of the Supreme!

It was a power that truly overrode all living beings, and many people trembled, prostrate on the ground, and bowed frantically.

Fang Yang held it strongly, but his knees seemed to be sinking with a thousand strengths, forcing him to kneel.

"Once the day is over, there will be no more tranquility, disturbing my purity, and you will have to die to apologize!"

The Supreme Phantom smashed down with a punch, and Murong Jun knew that there was a dead end, and there was no way to avoid it.

At this moment, Fang Yang had an illusion, the space seemed to be distorted, the sky fell, the earth rose, Murong Jun's figure faded, and finally disappeared.

What happened?

Fang Yang flew over and searched everywhere, but there was no one in sight.

"That woman, she should have the secret treasure of the shattered space on her!"

The goddess of war explained.

"It's a pity, if you let them go, it will be a disaster in the future!"

Fang Yang was annoyed.

The female god of war did not speak, but stared at Fang Yang, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, Fang Yang only felt that her soul was about to leave her body in pain, and the palace flew out and floated in her palm.