The strangeness of the three people in the sky instantly attracted the attention of everyone below, and countless eyes looked to the west together, and they were all also surprised.

"Crunch, crunch, ......"

I saw that facing the sunset, more than 100 people dragged a simple broken slip boat with chains, not only did not come slowly.

This scene is a little weird, and what is even weirder and more terrifying is the person pulling the boat -

More than a hundred elite disciples of the Great Yan Sect of the lowest Lingtai Realm, and more than a dozen Saint Son and Saint Maiden level masters of the Yuan Extreme Realm!

Such a force is terrifying and devastating to the vast majority of people, but this group of people is now playing the role of subordinates and porters.

Looking at the slip boat again, there was only one person sitting at the moment, dressed in white, looking like a young man, with no expression on his face, calm as a pool of clear water.

"Xinzhuo!"

Acquaintances recognized him at first sight, and their expressions were different for a while.

Jiang Yuwei stood up suddenly, her chest rising and falling.

At that time, the disciples of the Eighteen Sects subconsciously stepped forward one after another, and their faces changed again and again.

Especially Liu Qingfeng, his face was red, and his mood was surging, sometimes excited, sometimes afraid.

On the handsome platform in the north, Mr. Zhuge and a group of people also stood up in a hurry.

But no one spoke, and the scene was quiet and terrible, because of the strange battle of pulling the slipboat, I don't know what it meant.

Until the two elders in the sky frowned slightly, and asked, "Didn't you fellow Daoists capture Xin Zhuo?"

Xiao Jingyi, Daddy Ferry, and a group of people looked restrained and didn't want to deal with it, these two were afraid that their cultivation had broken their brains, and anyone with a discerning eye could see who was captured by whom.

But seeing Xin Zhuo stand up, he stretched his waist and said, "There are many people who can capture me Xin Zhuo, but they don't include everyone present!"

As he spoke, he suddenly disappeared in place.

The two elders caught Xin Zhuo's cultivation fluctuations for the first time, their faces changed, they became vigilant, and they resisted.

It's too late!

A terrifying coercion that seemed to flow out of ancient years came in front of him in the blink of an eye, and then the tsunami-like Yuanji killing intent came to him.

"Roar—"

The clouds rolled in the sky, and a sea of blood filled the heavens and the earth, and a strange roar resounded through the heavens and the earth in the sea of blood, followed by a howling wind, and the strong coercion far exceeded that of everyone here.

The reaction of the two elders was not unpleasant, the power of the origin came out majestically, the divine body and bloodline vision covered the sky and the sun, and the martial arts soldiers slashed out thousands of red rays.

However, everything was done uselessly, and the two of them only felt that their strength, true qi, and origin were far more than ten times overwhelmed, and they were unstoppable, devastating.

"Heaven-level origin, nine-colored true qi ......"

Just before he could say this, his weapon broke, his divine vision shattered, his origin was shattered, his chest bones shattered, his mouth spat blood, he screamed, and he crashed straight down.

"Boom! Rumble! ”

The incomparably compacted land, trampled by a million troops, was knocked out of two huge pits, dusty, and lingering.

However, this scene, in the eyes of everyone below, it was Xin Zhuo who reached the sky in a flash, waved his sleeves, and defeated the two elders of the Great Luo Sect who had been famous for a long time with one blow!

The terrifying strength and domineering means are suffocating!

This is by no means an exaggeration, at least in the eyes of most sect martial artists who can't even break through Hun Yuanxu, this is almost a terrifying existence like heaven and man.

Even the Supreme Birdman, Xiao Jingyi, Ferry Daddy, Yuan Yourong and Qingxuan were completely convinced in their eyes, and they would never be able to do this kind of perverted attack.

In the sky, Xin Zhuo seemed to have just done a trivial thing that didn't matter, and with his hands behind his back, the aura of the Yuanji Six Forests, the Nine Colors True Qi, and the Heaven-level Origin poured out without reservation.

"Hum—"

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, millions of troops, hundreds of disciples of Da Luo Dayan, and more than a dozen Holy Sons and Holy Maiden-level masters, all under their bodies were tight, as if a catastrophe was coming.

Ordinary people have officials and superiors who crush people to death, and how can there be no endless realm suppression among martial artists?

Deter!

Submit to!

This is the feeling of everyone in this world at this moment!

The Supreme Birdman was far away from Baizhang and saluted respectfully: "The subordinate Supreme Birdman has seen the Emperor of the Great Zhou Holy Ancestor!"

He suddenly felt that the word "Brother Xin" couldn't be shouted, the ghost knew what a turbulent wave he had in his heart when he just saw the power of the heaven-level origin, this Xin Zhuo was a demonic freak that was rare to see in the ages, he hadn't seen him for a few days, where did the origin fusion come from? Let him grow up like this, sooner or later he will be holy, and Lao Tzu can't afford to provoke him.

"I've seen His Majesty the Holy Ancestor Emperor!"

Ye Chen, the Immortal Servant and the Spirit Bird below were a group of cultivators who were like ashes for a while, this guy hadn't seen him for a few months, his cultivation was higher, and even the ferryman and son were captured, where was there any hope?

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live......"

Under the city of Nanli in the north, the Great Zhou royal family, civil and military officials and hundreds of thousands of Zhou troops prostrate on the ground, and the mountains call long live.

Xiao Jingyi, the ferryman and Yuan Yourong next to the slippery boat and a group of people looked at each other, I don't know why Xin Zhuo wanted to suppress people at this time, but he wanted to come for another purpose, and he couldn't help but pay homage with the big salute.

And on the southern mountain, the face of Da Luo Shengzi Wujiang, who was still full of confidence just now, was full of horror and humility, his eyes swept over the two old men who didn't know whether to live or die in the deep pit in the distance, his heart beat faster, his eyes glanced at Qiongyu, and almost squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "This is Xin Zhuo?"

Qiongyu's face turned even paler: "Yes!"

"Impossible!" Wujiang said angrily: "Defeat two elders in one move? Isn't it said that he is only a little stronger than Senior Brother Si Ying? ”

Qiongyu couldn't answer, and she didn't know how to answer.

And not far behind him, Chu Zongwei, Dao Zhen, Li Yu's father, Chen Changsheng and Nie Shenghuan only felt that their scalps were numb, and they couldn't help themselves when they were suppressed by Xin Zhuo's power in the sky, the gap was so big that it was like a cloud and mud, and it didn't matter if this person was Xin Zhuo or not now!

Even Liu Qingfeng was a little uncertain, his face hesitated, he looked carefully, hesitated, the person was indeed the same person, but the difference in breath was too great, so people didn't dare to approach.

"Hum—"

At this moment, Xin Zhuo pointed a finger in the sky, and his finger was nine colors, covered by the shadow of the towering plane tree, condensed like substance, and went straight to the top of the hill.

It was as if the pressure of more than a dozen mountains instantly descended on the heads of the entire Great Luo Sect disciples, especially on Qiong Yu and Wujiang.

The first body of the Boundless Holy Son was weak, and he staggered to his knees, followed by Qiongyu, whose seemingly slender and weak body fell to the ground with a "poof", and swept the ground majestically, without the slightest momentum of the Holy Son and Holy Maiden.

The rest of the people were a little better, but they were all staggering and dizzy.

Xin Zhuo said word by word at this moment: "Whether the Great Luo Sect is captured or killed, it is all in the same thought!"

Na Qiongyu said with difficulty: "Brother Xin, I am willing to be captured!"

The Boundless Holy Son gritted his teeth and insisted, but he really couldn't hold on, his cultivation was two realms apart, and the power of the origin was very different, so he had no choice but to struggle: "Captured!"

Only then did Xin Zhuo disperse the coercion of the "Yuan Ji One Finger" and his body, and he flashed to the top of the mountain and stood in front of Liu Qingfeng.

Liu Qingfeng, Chu Siniang, and Chu Zongwei subconsciously retreated, looking humble and cowardly, and they didn't dare to look directly.

This is the pressure brought by the martial arts masters!

Until Xin Zhuo smiled bitterly, bowed to Liu Qingfeng to the end, and said respectfully: "Disciple Xin Zhuo has seen the master!"

A group of people were stunned for a moment.

Liu Qingfeng was dazed at first, then stunned, then his face was weird, and his face was full of relief and refreshment, and finally his scalp was numb, and it was almost eight hundred meridians that came out together, almost floating to the clouds, especially looking at countless people in all directions who were countless times higher than his own realm and status, looking at himself with surprise and jealousy, this comfort was simply speechless,

He swore that even when he got married, broke through his cultivation, and became the master of a peak, he would not be as happy as he is now.

He is not a pretentious person without a city, on the contrary, if it were not for his disciple Xin Zhuo, he rarely spoke, and sometimes he couldn't even say a word for a month, but at this moment, there were a thousand words in his heart.

The next moment, he met the eyes of countless masters, walked in front of Xin Zhuo with vague steps, with a smile on his face, stretched out his hands to help, and then looked at the hall master Li Wufang who was often bullying his subordinates with a confused face not far away, his own master Chu Zongwei, and countless secretive masters and holy sons of the Great Luo Sect.

No! No, I have to do something.

He violently withdrew his hand again, put it behind his back, looked like a strict teacher, and coughed lightly: "Rebel!" Are you wrong? ”

Xin Zhuo's master, his identity will never be so simple, don't dislike him because of his words or two.

(End of chapter)