The four men in white robes stood quietly in place, their eyes were cold, and they didn't see any movement, but their figures suddenly became illusory and disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, one after another sword lights shone brightly, like a blizzard, cutting off all the chariots of the Natural Sect.

Bang bang......

There was an earth-shattering loud noise, and on the chariots, runes flickered, and complex light patterns emerged from them, and defensive arrays were intertwined with each other, forming a huge magic circle, blocking the attack of the ancestral sword clone.

Immediately, the lines engraved on the chariot lit up again, and a strange chill, like a stream in the dark night, quietly surged, ready to go, and the gray waves swept towards Zhan Wuji with the cold momentum of the forest.

Zhan Wuji raised his head and looked at the [Source Qi Furnace] in the void, his eyes flashing with a scorching light.

The three-legged round tripod shines brightly, and the figure inside has become a beautiful girl, with a charming smile on her face, which sets off her appearance to the fullest, and a thick evil aura emanates from her, like a majestic cold current, enveloping this area.

Zhan Wuji's voice suddenly became majestic: "Curse!"

A huge curse force descended and began to pollute the world.

The roc flapped its wings, the carriage roared by, the countless white robes surrounded them, and the mana still poured down like a torrential rain, but there was no unusual change in those mana, although those mana were overwhelming, they didn't seem to hit them.

This scene is exactly the same as the knife he just cast!

Countless thoughts flashed through Zhan Wuji's mind, and he immediately said quickly: "Everyone!"

A Dawson Cold Axe appeared in mid-air, instantly covering the entire world.

As soon as the replica body of the "Demon Axe" appeared, it immediately broke through the sky, colliding head-on with all kinds of spells, supernatural powers, curses, and poisons that attacked from all directions, forming an unstoppable momentum.

The space trembled violently, and thin cracks spread out across the sky like spider webs.

The light flickered like fireworks.

"War Saint Son, let me see you off!" Just when the Demon Slaying Axe collided with many attack methods, Zhan Wuji's ears suddenly sounded a vicissitudes of life and a deep voice.

Before his voice could completely fall, a spatial crack suddenly appeared behind Zhan Wuji, a white robe danced in the wind, and a powerful momentum in the late stage of the Merge Dao, after walking out of the crack, slapped Zhan Wuji's back without hesitation.

A large black hand quickly took shape, the color was as thick as ink, and there seemed to be countless unjust souls roaring in that big hand, and countless illusions struggling in it.

This palm, like a mountain, with the power of destroying the world and destroying the earth, slapped at Zhan Wuji's heart.

Zhan Wuji turned around suddenly, but this time, he didn't swing a sword light again, but also punched out, blasting at his opponent.

The palms of the two collided together in mid-air, but without the slightest collision, they directly penetrated each other's bodies without the slightest resistance.

Facing the punch that Zhan Wuji attacked, the Great Elder's face was calm, and he didn't have the slightest intention of defending, that punch directly penetrated his arms and hit him directly in the chest!

In an instant, an inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly arose in Zhan Wuji's heart.

His palms can shoot himself, but his palms can't shoot himself!

This thought flashed through Zhan Wuji's heart, he raised his head and calmly looked at this Great Protector of the Innate Sect, and suddenly, his figure stopped abruptly, not moving at all.

The momentum of the senior brother was monstrous, and a palm was about to be imprinted on Zhan Wuji's chest, and suddenly, his whole body shook, like an insect caught in a spider's web, and he could no longer move.

In the next second, a doppelganger of a tomahawk suddenly appeared in front of him, and the sharp tomahawk slashed at his neck.

Sou!

The Demon Slayer Axe roared out, slicing through the space, and after a single blow, the Guardian was crushed into nothingness like a wisp of green smoke.

Then, a Supreme Elder of the Merge Dao Realm, like a ghost, instantly came to Zhan Wuji's side and blasted out with a punch!

This punch, with a fierce wind, is like a sharp blade, with a whistling wind, the sound is terrifying.

At this moment, the light of the carriages flickered, forming a large array, blocking this wave of attacks, and inside the carriage, a group of "innate" disciples wearing white robes formed seals with their hands.

In the next second, another wave of attacks, overwhelming, came towards Zhan Wuji.

Zhan Wuji's face gradually became serious, and the [Yuan Shi Qi Furnace] at this time was very different from before!

It only revealed the word "Yin", but as long as it was an immortal cultivator of the Innate Sect, it could turn into ashes, making it impossible for him to use all his tricks!

Moreover, neither his sword path nor his curse can touch the powerhouses of the Innate Sect, only the law can touch it!

"It could be that there's a cap, or maybe it's some loopholes that I didn't find."

"Otherwise, with this one hand alone, you can defeat the Cold Sword Sect."

"When this battle is over, I can ask Master about the 'Natural Sect'."

Thinking of this, Zhan Wuji's movements, without the slightest hesitation, spit out a word in a faint voice: "Everyone!"

As he spoke, beside him, a clone of the [Origin Gathering Furnace] instantly appeared.

Countless three-legged round tripods floated in mid-air, densely packed and dense.

The woman with a top body was originally gentle and moving, but she soon became a majestic man.

With this change, the cold aura on Zhan Wuji's body also receded like a tide, and was replaced by a scorching aura, like a scorching sun hanging high in the sky.

Rumble!

Zhan Wuji single-handedly grabbed the blow of the guardian of the late stage of the Merge.

And then......

Whoosh whoosh ......

Blood-red sword light roared out!

A majestic sword qi pierced the sky and covered the sky, like a blood-colored ocean, covering the sky and the sun.

With a single slash, this great power of the Merge Dao Realm instantly turned into a cloud of mist and dissipated into nothingness.

Blood splattered, and sword light swept past where he had been standing, sweeping in all directions.

Boom Boom Boom!

In a series of crackling sounds, those spells that attacked Zhan Wuji collapsed one after another like bubbles that had been punctured in front of this sword light.

The momentum of the knife was like a rainbow, and it was still slashing towards the carriages driven by the corpse Peng.

Zhan Wuji stood in mid-air, subtle lines appeared in his pupils, these lines crisscrossed and criss-crossed, it was the Eternal Technique!

As far as his line of sight could see, the momentum of the cultivators of the Innate Sect was rapidly weakening.