The strength of Huangzi and Luzi is at most about the same as the Terran Innate Sixth-Layer Realm Martial Saints, and there is still some gap compared to the three Alien Martial Saints. However, the two of them were also not afraid, each locked onto an iron eagle demon, and when his body skyrocketed by a few inches, he struck through the air.

Neither of them dared to keep their hands, the barren man's figure was unpredictable, and he used the "Divine Will Step" that matched his natural powers, avoiding all the wind and energy like entering a no-man's land!

And after the operation of Luzi's "Chaos Spirit", his attack power has doubled. At the moment, two twenty or thirty zhang wide True Yuan palms were directly discharged from the air, easily breaking through the wind wall formed by the spiral wind pillar!

Soon, a few breaths passed, and when the two iron eagles kept waving their wings and their bodies flickered and moved within a radius of two or three thousand zhang, the wasteland and the road quickly caught up.

"Be careful! Come up to the Xiantian Stage!" Zong Bufan had just avoided the two Demon Yuan torrents, and on the Xiantian Platform, he sensed that the two of them were challenging the Demon Clan Martial Saint of the Innate Five-Layer Realm head-on, and hurriedly sent a message to greet him. At this moment, Xiantiantai also rolled at high speed and flew obliquely from the deep sinkhole.

Boom - Boom——!

The golden sword light of the long-faced Martial Saint broke through the air from hundreds of zhang away, and it slammed the Xiantian Platform towards the sinkhole again with great precision, not giving Zong Bufan a chance to escape elsewhere at all.

"Underground, see what else you can do!" The body sword light spanned nearly a thousand zhang, and the long-faced martial saint instantly covered the sinkhole with an innate artistic conception that shrouded the size of a thousand zhang, and the golden sword body in the artistic conception also poured into the sinkhole, bombarding the innate platform at full speed.

After the two iron eagles helped the long-faced martial saint trap Zong Bufan, they immediately turned around, flapped their wings and struck out of the Gangjin torrent, directly taking the two of them from the wasteland and the road.

Compared to the iron eagle with a wingspan of forty or fifty feet, the size of the barren and the road is too small. The two of them also failed to condense the true form of the martial arts, and at this moment, they were impacted by the fierce torrent like a monstrous wave, and their bodies suddenly fluttered like dead leaves, as if they could not compete with the power of this powdered stone and broken gold!

In fact, not counting the assistance of the Divine Weapon, the true yuan and spiritual power realms of the Wild Son and the Road are not as good as the two Iron Eagles. After all, although the two iron eagles are only in the innate fifth-layer realm, their spiritual power realm has already reached the innate sixth-layer realm, and their physical strength is not weaker than that of the peak martial saint of the human race!

However, the barren and the road are also from the great family, and although they seem very dangerous at the moment, this is just a way to avoid and disengage their strength. At this moment, nearly a thousand zhang apart, the two looked at each other and smiled, and their thoughts condensed the True Yuan Battle Armor, and their speed suddenly increased dramatically, and in the blink of an eye, they each approached dozens of zhang above the Iron Eagle.

Iron Eagle's talisman demon element flows like a body of water, protecting the whole body, and there is a violent wind rushing around the periphery, and the idle Innate Four-Layer Realm Martial Saint can't get close at all. But the wasteland and the road only gathered the True Yuan battle armor, and they resisted the erosion of the gangfeng, and directly stepped into the back of the iron eagle!

Bang bang——!

There were two sound of stampede, and it was the desolate man and the road who were infused with true yuan and spiritual power under their feet, and they stepped on the center of Tie Ying's back fiercely!

The Iron Eagle was inky all over, and the wings on its back were as solid as steel, shining with dark silver light, and at the moment of attack, it instinctively quickly stretched and contracted, and quickly unleashed its strength.

——!

Millions of catties of strength, of course, could not be completely removed, and the two iron eagles both turned over in the air, spinning at high speed, trying to shake off the Terran Martial Saint on their backs. At the same time, mobilize the demon element and spiritual power, turn into an eagle claw several feet high, and make a rapid counterattack!

However, the reaction of the Arashiko and the road was not slow at all, and after the first blow was successful, the body took advantage of the force to rise into the air, and then flew at high speed against the real body of the iron eagle, and instantly found a second chance to attack.

Poof——!

At that time, the crisp sound of the pop sounded extremely clear in the gangfeng, and the two figures flew upside down from Tie Ying's neck hundreds of feet in order!

"Bugs are bugs!Get out ——!" However, although the two iron eagles were hit twice, their breath remained unchanged, and their spiritual power immediately gushed out, covering the entire body.

Seeing that the iron eagle skin was thick and thick, the two also knew that if they continued to attack like this, it would not have much effect, so they immediately converged in mid-air and prepared to join forces.

At this time, Zong Bufan had been pressed to the bottom of the sinkhole more than a thousand zhang deep by the attack of the long-faced martial saint, and the protective light shield of the Xiantian platform was gradually unable to support it!

"I knew that I should have stimulated the soil escape ability of Xiantiantai first, and now it is not a way to consume the soil origin to make the ground sink......" The soil and stone underground are getting harder and harder, and it is already difficult for Xiantiantai to remove its strength, so Zong Bufan has to find another way.

Fortunately, this mountain range is only thousands of zhang away from the Canglan River, although there is nothing on the surface, but the underground is greatly affected by the river, and there are underground rivers. Therefore, with the help of the benefits of the innate platform, Zong Bufan was able to maintain an instantaneous speed of dozens of zhang and continue to sink, and defuse the attack of the long-faced martial saint as much as possible.

"With the power of the earth origin, it turns out that you are the senior disciple of the Chaowu Sect!" After a while, the long-faced martial saint also had an understanding of Zong Bufan's innate platform, and finally affirmed Zong Bufan's identity, and couldn't help but smile a little excitedly: "Killing you here will definitely be a great blow to your morale, and the destruction of the Chaowu Kingdom is just around the corner!"

"By the way, I heard that you were born with a mortal body, and you have been raised to the point where you can survive even if your body is destroyed, the old man wants to confirm whether it is true or not!" The long-faced martial saint sensed that Zong Bufan's spiritual power fluctuations were a little abnormal, so he made sure that his inference was correct, and he immediately felt that his opportunity had come.

Whether it is a human race or a foreign race, there is no difference in the responsibility of a martial cultivator to protect the clan and expand the territory. Under this premise, it is a matter of course that martial arts cultivators have made meritorious contributions and left their names for eternity, and they are recognized by the world.

As soon as the long-faced Martial Saint thought that he would be able to kill Zong Bufan and capture the first power of the two cities of Kuotian and Zhongyun, he could not hide his excitement.

"Even if you have some vision, Zong Mou is the senior disciple of the sect!" Recognized by the long-faced martial saint, Zong Bufan was a little surprised, and then put on a posture and shouted proudly: "Zong Mou took your life today, you should feel honored!"

In response to Zong Bufan, there was only a denser golden sword body attack, as well as a faint cold snort.

Seeing that he was driven into the ground for more than 3,000 zhang, Zong Bufan knew that the Xiantian Platform could retreat by almost 2,000 zhang, and the dense soil layer accumulated below would be extremely hard, so he couldn't help but think worriedly: "The consumption of the True Yuan and spiritual power of the Xiantian Platform is too great, and without the cultivation of the Martial God Realm, it is really difficult to drive it for a long time...... The spiritual power of the Innate Seventh-Layer Realm has done a lot of damage to my resurrection divine body. If I use my supernatural powers now, it will take at least a month to recover, and I may not be able to catch up with the real battle next. ”

"I still have extreme means, but so does this Martial Saint of the Sin Clan. You can only rely on the power of the resurrected god body to deal with it, and then kill it by surprise!"

After a little bit of thought, he was worried about the situation of the wasteland and the road, and Zong Bufan immediately compressed the innate platform to a high level, and suddenly resisted millions or even tens of millions of sword body attacks!

Ding Ding Ding – Rumbling ——!

In an instant, the innate artistic conception of the long-faced martial saint completely suppressed Zong Bufan and the innate platform, and the stormy sword body attack followed Zhou Tian closely, almost collapsing the sinkhole with a diameter of about a thousand zhang.

"You're dead!" The Xiantian platform was compressed to a height of zhang xu, and the ability to shift shape and transposition became as flexible as Zong Bufan himself, allowing Zong Bufan to smoothly avoid the sword body, and quickly penetrated the innate artistic conception of the long-faced martial saint, directly attacking the location of the long-faced martial saint's body.

In the territory of innate intention, the long-faced martial saint did not have half a word of nonsense. When pressing the palm with the giant body, the entire right arm is like a giant sword, directly hitting Zong Bufan!

Zong Bufan's physical cultivation is not weaker than the peak martial saint of the human race, and at this moment, his body is integrated with the innate Tai soldiers, and his strength has reached a higher level. After deciding to confront the long-faced Martial Saint, the True Yuan that had been compressed to the extreme condensed into the True Yuan Battle Armor, making his defense against Xiantian Tai even stronger.

In the face of the terrifying attack of the long-faced Martial Saint turning his arm into a sword, Zong Bufan only had a trace of vigilance in his heart, so he fearlessly attacked with his right arm!

Boom ——!

In an instant, the golden light was dazzling, the red flames were splashing, and Zong Bufan unexpectedly directly broke through the giant sword of the right arm of the long-faced martial saint, and exploded the giant sword by more than ten zhang!

"Sect Leader, it's just a fool!" the long-faced Martial Saint snorted with disdain, and when his whole body trembled, it was just that the giant sword had dismantled a large amount of true yuan and spiritual power. And these escaping spiritual power and true yuan immediately triggered a storm of spiritual power, trapping Zong Bufan in the inner area of dozens of zhang.

The innate seventh-layer realm spiritual power and the innate sixth-layer realm true yuan formed a chaotic power, which immediately brought huge trouble and threat to Zong Bufan, forcing him to concentrate on protecting the spiritual power sea, and then suddenly changed direction and rushed out of the chaotic area at full speed.

Unexpectedly, the long-faced martial saint had already contracted the innate artistic conception, and compressed the innate artistic conception in front of him, firmly suppressing Zong Bufan in the spiritual power storm area. And within a few breaths, the innate artistic conception was compressed to the size of a hundred zhang, and the suppressive power formed was almost not much different from the full-strength blow of the long-faced martial saint!

When he was in a hurry, Zong Bufan understood that he had fallen into the trap of the long-faced martial saint. If you don't break out of the suppression of this innate artistic conception in time, I'm afraid there will be no chance to escape!

Woo Rumble——!

A rainbow light penetrated the innate artistic conception of pure gold, and at this critical moment, Zong Bufan directly inspired the life-saving means that he had never used, and sighed secretly in his heart: "I wanted to make some benefits, but now I have suffered a big loss first!"

Farther away from the five thousand zhang, Yan Moxue and Dongfang Wang also encountered a similar situation, but the alien martial saint they encountered was not a commander-level powerhouse after all, so they were quite at ease. Moreover, they were originally full of confidence, thinking that they would be able to enter and leave the alien camp freely, so none of them knew about the situation that Zong Bufan had encountered.

It wasn't until there was a vision in the direction of Zong Bufan's location that they changed color in shock, and they all swept away and retreated, returning with all their might!