The entrance to the original "Shengwang Well" was smashed by the Three Saints, martial arts masters and the Spirit Race five years ago, and several nearby mountains and rivers collapsed, covered with rocks, and now only a trickle and messy valley floor stone pile remains.

But at this moment, the messy stones and mud and sand suddenly shook and stopped, and suddenly separated by themselves, and a figure walked out, wearing a shabby robe that could not distinguish the color, with dust on the face and neck, unable to see the age and appearance, and the momentum and breath were unpredictable, that is, it seemed to be extremely mysterious, and it seemed that there was no cultivation at all.

In front of everyone, he walked to the edge of the stream, stretched, squatted down, washed his face, and turned a blind eye to the hundreds of masters in the vicinity.

The strange behavior comes out from below, and it is difficult not to attract attention.

The large group of masters frowned slightly, and their hearts fluctuated, this person is from below, could it be that a certain master from five years ago has not died, which old man has returned?

That Jiang Yugui was originally sitting lazily, but at this moment he couldn't help but sit up straight, his scalp was inexplicably numb, and he didn't know why he was numb, and he subconsciously turned his head sideways to look at the person's face.

Dongfang Lian'er, Qin Guiyi, and the Seven Kills also stared at each other.

Deng Taixuan, who looked like a shriveled old man, had already stood up, his eyes shining brightly.

But no matter how carefully everyone distinguished, they couldn't tell who it was, this person was too dirty, his greasy hair covered half of his face, and his breath was too unfamiliar......

"Dare to ask Your Excellency......" Someone was about to ask.

"Hum—"

At this moment, the nine-colored clouds on the sky dispersed, a blazing sea of fire burned half of the sky, and on the top of the mountain not far away, a terrifying aura swept in all directions like a rainbow, even if it was a trace of pressure, people could not breathe.

There is also the unique mountain pattern of the Dao quasi-saint, which seems to contain the truth of heaven and earth, the anger and sorrow of the world, the ultimate of martial arts, life and death by me, falling a piece of strange fragrance, refreshing people's hearts.

This is more attention-grabbing than the strange people below, countless eyes looked at it, and then they all got up, with a look of horror on their faces, Li Chunyuan's quasi-saint realm was broken, and it seemed that his strength was stronger than that of ordinary quasi-saints!

Far beyond the Yuan Extreme Realm, hundreds of miles away.

True martial artist quasi-saint, the only one in the world!

I couldn't help but salute one after another: "Congratulations to Li Hou/Brother Li on entering the Holy Column!"

Although the quasi-saint is not yet a holy realm, it is not too much to call it a "saint" in name.

"Bang!"

A figure suddenly arrived at the top of a mountain not far from the top of the mountain, the rocks were splashing, a white brocade robe was waving in the wind, long hair was flying, the face was resolute, there was no pride in the slightest, just a return salute: "Everyone encourage each other!"

This kind of bearing and unimperious ease can't help but make many Holy Land Cave Heavenly masters admire, and they surrendered their hands again, and even the beautiful female cultivator's face was blushing and her beautiful eyes were circulating.

Frankly speaking, although Li Chunyuan's appearance is not outstanding, his strong talent, high realm, coupled with the name of a true martial artist, and the identity of one of the owners of the Heavenly Earth Divine Fire, all of them are overwhelming all talents and deterring the existence of the pride of the heavens in the major holy lands.

"This is ......"

Li Chunyuan suddenly looked at the "strange man" who was washing his face in the valley below at this moment, and this person's behavior was a little weird.

Countless masters on all sides couldn't help but look at it again, and their faces were also full of doubts.

I saw that the man had tidied up his hair for a long time, and calmly seemed to be chatting about family life: "True martial artist, invincible in the same realm, quasi-saint master?" But stinky fish and rotten shrimp. Jiang's son-in-law? A lowly indigenous family is just a son-in-law! ”

The silence around was terrifying, and many wondered if they had heard it wrong.

However, Jiang Yugui's hair stood on end in an instant, and his eyes widened, and his voice ......

Dongfang Lian'er, Qin Guiyi, and the Seven Kills were also stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously took a step back.

"Xinzhuo! It's you! You're not dead yet! ”

Li Chunyuan was slightly stunned at first, his face was full of doubts, and then his eyes showed a killing intent that he had never seen before.

He had heard of Xin Zhuo for a long time, from the moment he was accepted as a disciple by the Great Sage of the Jiang Clan and joined the Jiang Clan, he had heard about it, he didn't take it seriously at first, and then he heard the disciples under the mountain mention it many times, and he heard that the masters of the major holy lands and caves joined forces to chase and kill, and he couldn't help but be killed.

Five years ago, he was ordered to join the Great Cadre, and worked with several people in the East to kill Xin Zhuo, and after trying it himself, he knew that this person was extraordinary, but he had killed a hundred, and he had already left it behind in the past few years.

However, this person has appeared again, which makes him angry for no reason, how can anyone be so difficult to kill, and he will not die repeatedly?

"This time, I will crush your body and shatter your soul, there is no place for you to escape in heaven and earth, and if others kill you without dying, how can they escape my hands!"

As he spoke, a terrifying nine-colored true qi rolled up around his body, like a hurricane roaring, shocking all directions, the quasi-saint martial arts mountain pattern poured like a heavenly river, a person's aura dominated half of the sky, a purple gold spear appeared in vain, his right hand was clenched, and the vision of the white tiger god body behind him was blessed,

A shot hit, the gun is like a dragon, and the sky is full of cold stars!

One move is the strongest blow of the quasi-saint!

The surrounding mountains trembled, and the mountains and forests roared.

A large number of warriors were jealous and hurriedly flew away.

Jiang Yugui's originally trembling body in the retreat suddenly calmed down at this moment, glanced at Dongfang Lian'er and the others, and smiled indifferently, they had absolute confidence in Li Chunyuan.

"The ...... of the Big Boss"

Murong Xiu and Huang Dagui were full of worry and muttered, why bother, they were lucky not to die, why didn't they run away, what the hell is squatting in the stream to wash their faces?

Only Deng Taixuan said in a voice that could only be heard by almost himself: "Brother Xin, I hope you can ......"

The latter words were blocked in my throat and I couldn't say anything.

I saw Xin Zhuo under the valley, dressed in a dirty robe without wind, looking at the spear that pierced and the boiling breath like boiling water in half of the sky, and stretched out two fingers expressionlessly,

A clear air rushed to the sky, changing the three supreme yangs, like the bright sun in the sky, which made people unable to look directly, and the momentum of the fierce and shocking all burst out, violently shaking away all the coercion of Li Chunyuan.

"Quasi-saint!"

"Xin Zhuo has also entered the quasi-saint!"

"Faster than a real warrior!"

The large number of Holy Land Cave Heavenly Martial Artists who were retreating couldn't help but change their faces.

"Quasi-Holy ......"

Jiang Yugui muttered, his face was hard to see, he thought of the land of the Holy King Jingmu, Xin Zhuo's combat power, and now ...... Suddenly said angrily: "Li Chunyuan, kill him!" Uh......"

Before he finished speaking, his face was pale.

On the side, a large number of masters such as Dongfang Lian'er, Deng Taixuan, Ma Boju and so on were also stunned.

I saw that Xin Zhuo, who was like the three great suns, stretched out two fingers, and there was an incomparably mysterious quasi-holy mountain pattern, which was extremely different, extremely pure, exquisite, chaotic, and empty.

The quasi-saint mountain pattern is like the origin of the Yuan Extreme Realm, and it is the transcendent and natural power of heaven and earth mastered by the quasi-saint warrior, but everyone who enters the Yuan Extreme Realm is afraid that they have heard of it, but the quasi-holy mountain pattern is also different, such as the Qionghua Mountain Bird, Qingliu Taoyuan, etc., Xin Zhuo's is unheard of.

"Ding!"

Those two fingers were like knives, and they pinched the tip of Li Chunyuan's spear.

Two fingers to deter the quasi-saint with all his strength!!

Li Chunyuan's momentum was shocked, but he didn't move at all, the murderous aura on his face and the unrivaled momentum instantly froze, condescending, the pupils of his eyes contracted, and his face gradually changed to disbelief.

"Click!"

The tip of the spear exploded, the strange mountain patterns spread away, and the body of the Martial Pole Saint Soldier, which had been forged 70,000 times by three thousand years of purple gold and dark iron, was also cracked inch by inch.

"You ......"

Li Chunyuan was furious, immediately abandoned the gun, rolled up the violent nine-colored true qi, and hit it with one punch, the fist shadow was monstrous, transforming the phantom of the white tiger, like a god and demon roaring.

Xin Zhuo's face was expressionless, Sanyang returned to his body, and he also attacked with one punch, and the mountain pattern turned into a void.

The two fists collided together under the sky, between the mountains and fields, under the gaze of hundreds of masters.

"Bang!"

The aftermath of True Qi exploded.

Li Chunyuan, the noble son-in-law of the Jiang family, who had just entered the quasi-saint and could be called invincible in the same realm, suddenly turned white and then red, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and rags flew out upside down.

"Boom-"

Smash a mountain peak.

Xin Zhuo only shook his body a few times, his body was like a meteor, and he shot away, shattering a large area of mountain peaks and rocks, and when he reappeared, he had already grabbed one of Li Chunyuan's legs and smashed it heavily on a boulder.

Don't wait for Li Chunyuan to react back,

"Whoosh-"

I came to another mountain peak and threw it hard.

Then, a peak on the left, a peak on the right, a hundred miles of mountains and rivers, came and went quickly, grabbing rags, smashing left and right.

"A true warrior, huh?"

"Invincible in the same realm?"

"The pride of the sky?"

"Jiang's son-in-law?"

"Kill me?"

"Native, you are a hammer!"

Xin Zhuo's anger poured out endlessly.

At this moment, the Danhai Heavenly Ladder in the body was refined, and two of the ten golden gates had been broken, and the end was endless, seemingly the gateway to the Great Dao.

The two rivers of true qi have turned into surging rivers, and nine colors are circulating among them.

The origin of the beginning is integrated into the mountain pattern, the strength of the mountain pattern is incomparable, it can pull out the mountain, fill the river, hit the sky, and destroy the earth!

The wonder of the heart, one qi and three yangs, one yang and four in the same realm!

One person can reach 12 in the same country!

What kind of true martial artist quasi-saint master, quasi-saint who only breaks one door, what kind of master is it.

Climb for me!

(End of chapter)