"Palace Master!"

In the Jiuyang Holy Palace, Yang Dingtian strolled with a group of quasi-gods.

At this time, many people in the Jiuyang Sacred Palace were alarmed, and many strong people had already strolled here.

Yang Dingtian was wearing a golden robe, he was wearing a golden crown, his sideburns were flying in the wind, and a vast momentum was like a sea of golden yang raging forward.

Behind him, the dazzling golden light bloomed, as if there was a divine yang heaven and earth evolving, and the light pattern seemed to be rising and falling when the heaven and earth were rising and falling.

Under such momentum, Chu Can and the other guards couldn't help but gasp.

"Palace Master!" everyone saluted to the sun and the sky.

Yang Dingtian waved his hand, and his eyes were condensed, like a round of golden yang, tightly locking Mo Zhengyang in front of him.

"Senior Brother Zhengyang, you shouldn't have come here. Yang Dingtian looked majestic with a majestic face, looked down at Mo Zhengyang like an emperor, and said in a deep voice.

"Hehe, junior brother?" Mo Zhengyang said with a smile, "What a junior brother, will you still remember this fellow disciple?"

In this smile, there was a lot of disdain.

"The things of the year have passed, why can't you let go?" Yang Dingtian's face sank and said, "Now that the path of the gods will open, with your talent, as long as you cultivate well, you will become a god, and you may be able to become a king in the future in the way of the gods, but if you blindly care about the things of the past, I am afraid that you will fall into a place of no return." ”

The words were cold and menacing.

"In the past?" Mo Zhengyang's eyes were cold, and the golden sun flickered, if there was a flame about to erupt, "Senior Sister Yu and Senior Sister Lan are trapped in the abyss of the falling sun, and they will pass? Hmph, you are ruthless and unrighteous, but I Mo Zhengyang is different, in your heart, maybe what Divine Dao is the supreme thing, everything else can be abandoned." ”

"But in my Mo Zhengyang's eyes, the person who guards himself is the lifelong pursuit, for the so-called Shinto, give up the person I want to protect, I can't do it!"

Mo Zhengyang said loudly.

"Looks like you're really going to destroy your future. Yang Dingtian's eyes were cold, and he took a big step forward.

The golden light on his body shimmered, like a sharp blade toppling forward.

"Don't talk nonsense, today, you and I will fight!" Mo Zhengyang held Zhan Ge in his hand and pointed at Yangding Heavenly Dao.

"Hehe, do you want to hold me back here? Let people chase the sun and save people, but with such a small number of people, it is simply wishful thinking to save people. Yang Dingtian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered and took a step, "Not only can you not save people today, but I'm afraid that you will all die here." ”

When the words fell, his palm moved, and a golden spear immediately appeared in his palm.

The immensity of divine power then shook.

At the same time, there is a quasi-god behind him who is also taking out a divine weapon, ready to shoot at any time.

Two of them even have God King soldiers in their hands.

This is also two people!

"Fight!"

Mo Zhengyang's eyes froze, the light on his body bloomed, and the dazzling power of the divine yang burst out.

Behind him evolved a Divine Yang Heaven and Earth.

He has the body of the Divine Sun!

In addition, the ghost warrior next to him also shot with all his might.

He is also a masterpiece, but he cultivates the ghost path of the Yin Division.

He was armed with a scimitar.

This is the bone refining of the God King.

When the yin qi on his body was permeated, this bone knife, with a divine pattern wriggling, bloomed a ripple, and a yin ghost evolved out, if there was a demon roaring, the terrifying aura made people feel disgusted, and at the same time feel fearful, because this is a god king soldier, which refines many god-level yin souls, making this soldier infinitely powerful.

However, the people of the Jiuyang Sacred Palace shook their heads when they saw this.

Just two quasi-gods, they came to the Jiuyang Holy Palace, which is simply hitting a stone with an egg.

Soon, the two heroes of the Jiuyang Sacred Palace held the Divine Soldier King and killed the ghost warrior.

A person's palm flipped, and a Divine Yang Disk evolved.

This plate is like a divine sun, blooming with a vast divine pattern, carrying a strong power of the heavenly yang to suppress it.

Under the suppression of this Tianyang power, the gloomy and ghostly heaven and earth trembled.

Whining!

However, the ghost warrior was not afraid, there was a ghost crying in the gloomy and ghostly world, and the figure could vaguely be seen, directly towards the void Tianyang.

This is the resentful spirit of the gods, extremely powerful, and has been refined into the divine soldiers.

Brush!

The other person was holding the Jinyang Heavenly Knife and slashed it.

The two shot together, and the momentum was menacing.

The ghost warrior tried his best to attack, and with one enemy and two, he didn't fall into the disadvantage.

But those two quasi-gods are not in a hurry, they are just so consumed.

Because urging the divine soldiers will consume the true yuan very much.

If this continues, you won't be able to fight.

On the other side, Yang Dingtian and Mo Zhengyang fought.

"Hehe, I haven't seen you for many years, but my junior brother has made some progress!" Yangdingtian spear cracked in the air, and it was like a divine sun impacting away, and the momentum was violent.

With the power of his shot, he can shatter the stars and burn the heavens and the earth.

But Mo Zhengyang is not bad, and he is completely tied with him.

So, he smiled and said.

It can be seen that his calm appearance obviously has the means, and he will not lose if he is self-controlled.

"Senior brother is gifted, he is the Holy Body of Jiuyang, Zhengyang wants to fight with you, and the only way to do it is to continue to cultivate. Mo Zhengyang said coldly.

His face was expressionless, and he just held the battle in his hand and killed.

He wasn't in a hurry to make a move.

Because his purpose this time was just to drag down a few masters of the Jiuyang Holy Palace.

"Hehe, it's just that the gap between you and me is already doomed, how can you make up for it by your penance?" Yang Dingtian smiled softly, there was confidence in that smile, but also a little contempt, when the voice fell, I saw his eyes suddenly condensed, and the surface of the body immediately had golden lines blooming.

Airplanes!

The golden streaks bloomed and rose into the sky, and the entire void trembled.

Subsequently, behind this Yang Ding Tian, nine rounds of Tianyang evolved.

Jiuyang appeared, and a vast coercion immediately enveloped this void.

That kind of coercion made the cultivators in the distance tense their nerves.

This Yang Ding Heaven has the Nine Yang Holy Body.

Even, his Nine Yang Holy Body was purer than that Yang Ling Tian.

It can be said that Yang Dingtian is the most outstanding descendant of the Jiuyang Holy Palace for thousands of years.

Jiuyang evolved, which doubled his momentum.

I saw that he was pulling with both hands, and the power of Jiuyang was constantly injected into the divine spear.

Even if you urge the spear, you need a powerful true element.

Under the blessing of this Jiuyang, the momentum of the spear doubled.

Call!

I saw this Yang Dingtian striding forward and stabbing forward with a shot.

Above his head, the nine suns rose and fell, evolved into a heaven and earth, and suppressed it with the power of Shinto.

Under this heavy attack, Mo Zhengyang felt tremendous pressure.

But he was still not afraid, and he also tried his best to use the power of the divine yang, holding the battle to slash away.

Bang!

The two clashed, the power of the divine yang bloomed, and the void was shattered, and the power of the divine yang rolled, and everywhere it went, the top of the mountain was divided into magma flows.

......

At this time, Concubine Yan Shifei and the others in the abyss of the falling sun had already begun to break the formation.

In front of the old woman, the Yang Void Divine Sword bloomed with blazing light, and the power of splitting the void raged, causing the nearby voids to distort.

"Break!" The old woman pulled her hands together, and with a flash of the Yang Void Divine Sword, she stabbed towards the weakest point of the formation in front of her.

Brush!

The Yang Void Divine Void flashed, and it pierced through the void in an instant.

The moment it appeared, it had already touched the weak point of that formation.

The Excalibur stabbed firmly into the formation.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, the formation light curtain sank down, and it looked like it was about to be punctured.

But it was also the same, the formation was triggered, and there were divine patterns wriggling, gathering strength and counterattacking.

Most formations have this kind of counterattack power.

The formation counterattacked on its own, to resist the Yang Void Divine Sword.

But the Yang Void Divine Sword is too strong, and it is a divine sword that specializes in breaking formations in the name of breaking the void.

At this time, the divine sword light pattern bloomed, canceling out the power of that formation.

The two sides are intertwined and constantly fighting.

The formation of this Falling Sun Abyss is indeed very strong.

But after all, no one controls it at this time, it is just instinctively resisting.

Therefore, its power was far from being exerted, so it could not repel the Yang Void Divine Sword.

The Yang Void Divine Sword was still breaking through the formation, and it was fighting against the raging flame god.

At this time, the entire formation of the Falling Sun Abyss, and the divine pattern of light released a vast divine power as if it had been ignited.

Call!

The flames were like dragons, and like terrifying waves, they swept towards the Yan sisters.

This is the aftermath of the formation, containing endless divine power.

Such momentum is enough to burn both demigods and quasi-gods into nothingness.

The old woman's eyes froze, and the hand guide heralded, and the divine disk above her head immediately bloomed with dazzling light.

This is a fire-attribute divine weapon, like a raging flame cover, protecting Yan Shifei and the others.

The onslaught of the flames was resisted.

After all, it was the twelve quasi-gods urging the divine soldiers to resist.

Only the aftermath cannot annihilate them.

Of course, this kind of defense is also extremely energy-consuming.

It's also that they have all reached the realm of quasi-gods, and if they are demigods, they can't support it for long.

"I wonder if the masters sensed the fluctuations of the formation?" While resisting this aftermath, Sister Yan Shifei looked ahead with a worried expression.

It's just that the flames are rolling in front of them, and they can't see the situation of the falling sun at all.

Even the situation of the Yang Void Sword can only be controlled by that old woman.

At this time, they were still controlling the formation to resist the power of the flames.

Inside the Abyss of the Falling Sun!

This place is thousands of miles of red land, a barren area, and some only have a few fire-attribute plants.

However, there is also a cave in this place.

The cave is shrouded in formations to resist the power of that fire.

At the same time, in the cave mansion, there is a temple made of cold crystal.

At this time, the light patterns of the cave flickered, and two women walked out.

These two women, one is as beautiful as a fairy, and the other is as cold as a god.

These two people are Yu Tianjiao and Lan Xinyue.

"That formation light curtain is dented, it seems that someone is breaking the formation!" When the two of them stepped out, they immediately discovered the changes in the void formation in front of them.

Even, they could already see that there were cracks in the formation light curtain.

"Could it be the poet concubines?" Yu Tianjiao frowned.

"Anyway, it's an opportunity for us to shoot together, inside and out, to break this formation. Lan Xinyue's eyes froze.

Although they were trapped in the big formation.

But they could also feel that the power of the rules of heaven and earth on Shinto was weakening.

Even, they have set foot in the realm of quasi-gods.

"Okay!" Hearing this, Yu Tianjiao nodded and walked away.

Lan Xinyue took out a divine sword.

Yu Tianjiao is a guqin in his palm.

Then the two shot together.

The blue heart moon long sword cracked into the air, carrying the supreme sword intent to pierce the seal.

This Yu Tianjiao stroked the guqin.

The sound of the piano burst into an invisible blade, and it also raged towards the seal.