In the sky above the lake in the mountains, the two phases of yin and yang and the stars and the stars all disappeared, leaving only the terrifying, roaring heaven and earth of the four origin-level origins, two people, a sword, and flying bright red blood.

It's like a painting.

The brother of the Fanchen Empire back then, and now Jiang Yugui, the son of Xianmen, was pierced by the sword of Xin Zhuo.

Jiang Yugui who was flying upside down, at this moment, a square face finally showed a trace of humility, as if he had returned to the Jiang family of the big Zhou in the original "Mirror Flowers", the elder brother is still the brother who dares to fight with the emperor at all, and he is still the second son who is a little clever but not very promising.

When the shadow of death came, he looked at Xin Zhuo's completely unfamiliar face, and almost said the sentence "Brother spared me", and then thought of his identity, and he didn't know where he got the strength, and roared angrily: "Fight the stars!"

"Hum—"

Strangely switched places with a huge boulder three miles away, and then fell heavily to the ground, struggling to get up again, spitting blood.

Xin Zhuo stood high in the air, looking at the stone at the tip of the sword, it was shattered slightly, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, after all, he still cultivated a little lower, fought hard against Li Shiyin, and resisted Jiang Yugui hard, his arm was broken, and the meridians of his body were broken even more.

Kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 yourself.

I can't do it anymore, but ...... Killing Jiang Yugui should be enough, before the third quasi-saint comes.

He slowly approached Jiang Yugui, and the "Cold Moon" long sword slashed through the air, revealing its edge!

"Bang! Bang! ”

Behind him, the giant dragon and the unicorn "ice sculpture" in the sky fell heavily, splashing a large lake with ice ballast.

It's scary to be quiet near and far.

Countless pairs of eyes moved with the figure in the sky, and everyone felt an unacceptable horror and absurdity in their hearts.

Yuanji Jiulin, defeated the two quasi-saints successively!

So it can still be like this?!

Xin Zhuo seems to have rewritten the "rules" of cultivation and combat power in the world!

It's just that now he wants to kill Jiang Gongzi, what should he do? If the son of the Jiang family dies here, Xin Zhuo has no way to escape, even everyone present does not want to live, Jiang's domineering, who in heaven and earth does not know?

"Xin...... Zhuo ......"

Jiang Yugui's wound was destroyed by the four primordial origins, and it could not be eliminated, even if it was a quasi-saint cultivator, it was painful, looking at Xin Zhuo who was slowly approaching, he was angry, panicked, and struggled to retreat.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the third quasi-Holy Wind Dao person finally arrived.

Jiang Yugui seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and under everyone's eyes, like a child, he hurriedly said: "Fengdao people, help, Xin Zhuo is weird, Yuanji Jiulin, defeat me and Li Shiyin, this kind of demon can't be kept, I will promise you benefits afterwards!"

The wind man glanced at Xin Zhuo coldly, then looked at Li Shiyin under the collapsed mountain peak in the distance, and finally looked at Jiang Yugui, whose face was pale, his eyes became blank, he shook his hands, and turned around cleanly: "I went crazy and couldn't do it, Xin Zhuo, you dare to kill Jiang Gongzi, I will fight with you another day!"

The moment he turned around, his cheeks trembled.

He is just a casual cultivator, not a disciple of the Holy Land Cave Heaven, the ghost knows how he got mixed up over the years, although he has opened two doors, he has fought with Li Shiyin once, he is not an opponent, thinking with his heels, he can't do anything with this Xin Zhuo.

"Whoosh-"

Disappear into the sky in the blink of an eye.

There was a dead silence on all sides.

The hope on Jiang Yugui's face faded little by little, and turned into an ugly stunned!

Xin Zhuo, who thought that he had fallen short and was about to leave, did not expect this scene, and immediately slashed at Jiang Yugui with a sword.

"Hum—"

Maybe Jiang Yugui's life should not be extinguished, so at this moment, a sudden change occurred, the surrounding ice and snow quickly melted, the mountains and rivers dissipated in the blink of an eye, and the air distorted and waved, as if some kind of change had occurred between heaven and earth.

That Jiang Yugui fell into a deep pit.

Xin Zhuo also had some unsteady steady.

Thousands of warriors from near and far staggered, and they couldn't help but panic, not knowing why.

"What happened?"

"What's wrong?"

"Look north!"

A warrior exclaimed.

I saw that due north, a cyan "line" was slowly approaching, and everywhere I passed, everything turned into nothingness.

Countless martial artists panicked to the extreme in an instant, and they flew high in the air, trying to dodge, but the next moment, the blue line suddenly intensified, and a great suction force was generated in the endless darkness ahead, and the dense martial artists were sucked in.

Xin Zhuo forcibly operated his mental method and tried to resist, but found that he could not do anything at all, like a dead leaf in the wind, he could only go with the flow.

The warriors around him passed by like meteors.

I don't know how long it took, the "suction" dissipated, and my eyes lit up, but the cold and the five elements ice power that far exceeded the previous one hit quickly.

The warriors looked around, and couldn't help but be taken aback, only to see that they had inexplicably arrived at another ice and snow place, but this place was much smaller, only a radius of hundreds of miles wide, surrounded by countless lilac huge pillars.

On the side of the pillar, there are the other four martial artists of the Five Elements Territory, and they are generally unknown.

When the eyes turned to the sky, I saw that the colorful glow and the terrifying coercion were extremely strong, and the three figures stood high in the sky, indifferent, but there was a kind of holy power that shocked the heavens and the earth, which made people dare not look directly.

The three saints of the Great Qiandi Capital!

And in front of the saint, there were thousands of hairy-faced, bare and hairless people, although they did not have the momentum of a warrior, but the violence and rebellious aura like the collapse of mountains and reclamation came to their faces.

In the sky above these people, there were two people, a tall hairy man and a bald woman in white clothes. The terrifying power exuded by these two people was no less than that of the three saints.

This scene, even the fool understands, this is the deepest part of the "Holy King Well", but there are ten thousand clans hidden, no wonder the spirit clan in the imperial capital some time ago has never been found, and it has fled here.

The three saints came early and killed here.

So, this time is not just an opportunity to find the forbidden land of the "Holy King Well", this is a fight with all races, and everyone is involved.

Xin Zhuo squeezed into the most inconspicuous corner of the crowd, searching for Jiang Yugui's figure for the first time, but unfortunately there were too many people, even Wu Nian was difficult to search, so he simply looked at the opposite side, a little blind, those alien races seemed to look the same, and Sun Kongkong's bastard didn't know where he was.

"Kill!"

The voice of the Jiang family saint on the bridge of the big nose above was like a bell, and he exhaled.

"Boom ......"

The momentum of thousands of warriors climbed to the extreme, and they forgot their lives and rushed straight to the opposite side.

Thousands of people of the Spirit Clan "rumbled" to usher.

The martial artist who can enter this "Holy King's Well", which one has not lived a few hundred years of martial arts prosperity? How many people like Xin Zhuo entered Yuanji the day after tomorrow? From the beginning of practicing martial arts, they were exposed to it and killed all races, and it almost melted into their bones.

On the other hand, the Spirit Race, suppressed by the Emperor of the Human Race for hundreds of generations and thousands of generations, how can hatred go deep into the bone marrow?

Eternal feuds meet, only life and death.

The space of hundreds of miles was instantly shrouded by the violent waves of qi like the sea and the brilliance of countless true qi and weapons, and the majestic pressure was breathless.

Xin Zhuo immediately retreated, forcibly endured his injuries and went straight into the distance, not to mention that he was completely indifferent to any human race or ten thousand races, even if he had feelings, his current body could not support him to continue fighting, he needed to find a place to heal.

The wind was whistling in his ears, and the earth-shattering sounds of fighting and crashing behind him came again and again.

He glanced around, leaping over a few strange purple pillars, and in front of him was a strange place, above which was a "surging" liquid like crimson magma, and below was an abyss as black as ink, which seemed to be filled with evil energy, resentment, and hatred, and made the scalp tingle.

Such a place, not to mention being close, is far away, which will make people disgusted, jealous, and uncomfortable.

Xin Zhuo stopped, walked to a purple pillar and sat down, breathed a sigh of relief, opened the Moon Gaze Well, and couldn't help but be stunned!

(End of chapter)