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"At this time, Wang Qian, don't you still accept your fate?"

The thirteen princes snorted coldly, and with a wave of their arms, a group of monks followed Wang Qian's death.

The battle broke out in an instant, the light was bright, and the murderous aura was soaring, first of all, the monks of the three sects of Xue Jian, Yin, and Luo formed a huge formation, and the mana was surging, and in a snap of a finger, everyone's strength was concentrated together.

The snow-white stegosaurus, with an endless edge, cut the void, tore the gangqi, and rushed towards Wang Qian, under this blow, the sky trembled, and the sword light was like a river, just like an ancient sword, to cut the sky and tear the nine shadows!

The practice of the sound gate, with the sound of the Tao, many disciples gathered together, forming a great array of ten thousand sound annihilation, invisible sound waves, strange and unpredictable, assassinated from all directions.

The monks of Luo Zong are like a huge chessboard, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, black and white like yin and yang, turning the tide, and each chess piece is like a peerless master, playing with huge power.

These three sects joined forces, and even the immortal level monks were going to be beaten and running around, not daring to confront each other head-on.

However, Wang Gan couldn't dodge now, and the thirteen immortal generals around him, the vast qi machine, completely locked his figure, forming a terrifying encirclement.

In an instant, Wang Qian felt the killing intent of Sen Leng, overlapping in the void, dense and dense, forming a terrifying large, and he himself was the fish in it, and he was bound and caught in the next moment.

The Thirteen Princes sneered fiercely, he was very confident, his blow was absolutely shocking, no one could stop it, it was an immortal, in the face of such a terrible siege, thousands of monks formed a formation, played the Divine Channel Technique, the Drifting Snow Divine Sword, the Ten Thousand Sound Soul Breaker, Luo Zhiqi, plus the thirteen immortal gods will be ready to burst out at any time on the periphery to burst out the strongest kill, which is absolutely foolproof.

"Wang Gan, this son has two powerful soldiers, what kind of concept is this, even if I am a prince of the God Dynasty, I don't have a treasure of this level, he is a lowly native, he has such a good luck, it is simply looking for death! As long as I kill this person, I will not only be able to make great achievements, my status in my father's heart will be greatly improved, and I will establish prestige in the court and the opposition, but I can also get a heavy treasure, it is a good deal, it is too cost-effective, even if these people are all dead, as long as I can fight Wang Qian, it is completely worth it!"

The thirteen princes were extremely excited in their hearts, as if he had seen his beautiful Ming, and there were countless benefits.

"Thirteen princes, you actually spent such a big price to kill me, then let you feel distressed, and even, even you yourself will die at my hands!

Wang Qian shouted loudly in his heart, completely let go of his breath, hundreds of millions of nine turn runes in his body, flickering wildly, constantly condensing, every moment, condensed thousands of runes again, blessed in his own body, his momentum was expanding wildly, his thin body, in an instant, became extremely tall, muscles and flesh knotted, bronze skin, heavy cyan divine light swirling, steaming, like thousands of feet of smoke splendid, ancient, vast, long, deep breath, emanating from him.

He is fast, how huge Wang Gan's soul is, his reaction speed is simply incomparable, the monks of the three sects have just formed a lore array, unleashing their might, to encircle and suppress him here, all his preparations are completely ready.

The sky trembled, the thunderclouds covered, the nine were whistling, the wind was roaring, like the sharpest knives, and a large area of the void shattered, forming a chaotic and chaotic nothingness.

The heavy, depressing, terrifying, and terrifying aura pervaded, within a radius of thousands of miles, time and space were all at a standstill, and a heavy black and rich cloud was generated from nothingness, countless space-time wormholes were opened, and all kinds of thunder essences, like wild dragons, roared.

Click, click, the stegosaurus was moaning, wisps of sword light were in front of this kind of earth divine might, fragile and unspeakable, endless sonic killing was suppressed in an instant, and on the Luo chessboard, the chess pieces were trembling, collapsing, and the black and white light was shattering.

The thirteen immortal god generals, the cruel smiles on their faces froze, infinite terror rose in their hearts, they felt that their bodies were fixed, their souls began to tremble, and the immortal true qi flowed slowly, almost disobeying the call.

Wang Gan's long-prepared big killing weapon finally came in handy, not a magic power, not a Taoist technique, not a magic weapon, but his own calamity.

In the face of the thrilling siege, Wang Qian finally triggered his own catastrophe, and the earth seemed to be angry, roaring, roaring.

"What, what is this!"

"Is this going to collapse? This power is terrifying, and I'm going to die the next moment!"

"Impossible, what kind of tricks did this Wang Qian play, how could there be such a terrifying catastrophe!"

There was a panicked roar, hundreds of monks were completely shocked, their hearts were trembling, they were afraid, at this time, no matter how the formation could not work, all of them failed.

In the void, the noble jade shook fiercely, was suppressed by a huge earth might, and fell to the ground, the thirteen princes were completely unprepared, and they were disgraced on the spot.

This prince, with his purple clothes covered in dust, didn't care about it at all, and he screamed loudly.

"Wang Gan, you brute, what kind of means is this, why is there such a terrifying tribulation! Could it be the Immortal Tribulation?"

"The Thirteenth Prince, you're finished, now you're completely finished, my Wang Qian is going to break through the realm, there is a catastrophe coming, even if it is me, I don't have much confidence that I will be able to survive it intact, and I will even be hit hard, but you are a good person, bring so many people to surround and kill me, very good, this is very good, now it is just right for me to resist this terrible catastrophe, let's come together, haha!"

Wang Qian laughed wildly, and his heart was extremely happy.

"Thunder Domain, come to me!"

He roared angrily, the sky was shocked, and in the blink of an eye, a thousand miles of dark clouds were fiercely suppressed, and there was terrifying energy converging in it, sometimes there were thick lightning shuttling, the void was shattered, and countless bizarre scenes flashed, and hundreds of millions of worlds were constantly born and died in the depths of the thunder!

"Wang Gan, you madman, you are pulling us to cross the catastrophe together, damn it, damn it!"

At this time, the Thirteen Princes themselves also entered the range of thunder, his face turned purple, his anger was raging, and he was almost angry to death! Originally, everything was planned well, even if Wang Gan had powerful soldiers, he would have no effect under his siege this time, and he would be completely killed, but he didn't expect that Wang Gan would have such a ruthless move and pull them along to cross the catastrophe!