The ancient sea Jiao shows its might, not the enemy of crape myrtle,

A group of people immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate.

There is no magic sea, no dantian, and no Yuanying, he is an out-and-out "ordinary person". It's just that no one knows that everything has returned to its original form, and it has all returned to the soul.

This is a stripping hole card of Ziwei, which is a nirvana, and usually, he will not show his hole cards. If you are ready to face an unknown and absolutely powerful enemy, give him a fatal blow.

The pores of crape myrtle opened, and the rich multi-system elements drilled into his body from the pores, and were rapidly circulated in the meridians, replenishing every corner of his body.

Now, for him, any place can store Yuan Li. He is now holding the Yuan Force in his body to a state of load, in case of the problems that occur below.

As soon as Ziwei exhaled and inhaled, Dao Shenxia erupted from his nose, like an ancient immortal god coming into the world, sacred and undesecrated.

Looking at the others, Nanwei and the other two ladies sat cross-legged together, their beautiful eyes slightly closed, and the Taoist gods surrounded their bodies, forming a beautiful landscape.

Look at the white-striped tiger and the mountain stone beast. The illusions of the two people soared into the sky from time to time, not the roar of a tiger and the earth, but also the mountains that overwhelmed the world. The two illusions reached into the depths of the sky, and all the creatures in this realm were frightened by this terrifying vision.

At the bottom of the lake, huge waves rose into the air, forming a huge waterspout and shooting towards the shore!

The young creatures around them had a look of horror on their faces, and they quickly dodged but could not do so, for fear of being affected by the waterspout.

The goshawks in the sky and the white rabbits on the ground all fled away, and even the few immortal-level beasts in the dark finally hid their breath and disappeared into this shijie, as if they didn't want to be disturbed by this matter.

Ziwei sat there, and suddenly, her eyes widened, and a divine light shot into the bottom of the endless blue lake, and she said to herself: "This battle seems to be inevitable. However, his expression was very calm, and he didn't put that unknown enemy in too high a position, just an unknown enemy of the True Immortal Eight Heavens.

The hundred-foot-high waterspout was mixed with ice edges and shot towards them, and the air was rapidly twisted. The terrifying momentum destroyed the vegetation on the land in an instant.

The speed of this waterspout was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, it moved horizontally to a place about 100 meters away from crape myrtle.

Ziwei's mouth opened, and a divine light shot out, rapidly enlarged in the moment it came into contact with the air, forming a wind blade that was enough to cut the heavens and the earth, and slashed towards the waterspout.

"Zi~" A sound of cutting flesh came, extremely harsh, and directly cut off the waterspout.

All the onlookers were stunned, is this still a level of battle? Without even moving their hands or eyelids, they can inflict such terrible damage with a casual blow.

The goshawk in human form and the bird in human form stood side by side, standing there quietly, but their hearts were not so calm.

Even if the goshawk turned into a human form, the edges and corners on his face were still very distinct, the eagle hooked his nose, and looked at Ziwei with a glint in his eyes and said: "The strength of this ascendant is not simple! Back then, that sea Jiao flew up to this time, it was the True Immortal Eight Heavens, and that strength was already a top figure in the Nether, and for countless years, the strength must have improved, but in the face of this newcomer, he did not have the upper hand!"

The humanoid bird said: "There is a good show to be seen in this scene, that man looks very young, it seems that he is an extremely amazing genius!"

The goshawk nodded, but did not speak. The two of them were dozens of miles away from here, and they were afraid that they would be affected by this battle.

The bottom of the blue lake is as beautiful as a fairyland. The originally calm surface of the lake suddenly had rough waves, and huge waves rose from the ground in an instant. There were bursts of thunder in the sky, lightning and thunder, cutting through the sky from time to time, splitting the hundred-zhang high sacred tree.

A hundred-zhang long dragon horn jumped up from the bottom of the sea, and its body, which was the thickness of a grinding plate, was like a movable Great Wall, and it slashed towards Ziwei with a fierce momentum. The black dragon scales shimmered with a cold aura that made people shudder.

His tail swept away the surrounding trees with a sweeping momentum, and the thick trees flew towards Ziwei and them. For a time, multiple attacks blocked their siege.

The onlookers' eyes kept flashing, and their faces showed a burst of surprise, which was a rare good show.

A mysterious smile rose at the corner of Ziwei's mouth, and her right hand patted the void, and the space unexpectedly oscillated slightly, dissipating gently like water streaks.

An extremely terrifying aura burst out from his body, and at the same time, the twenty-four flags planted on the ground around him all rose from the ground, turning into twenty-four flying swords, emitting a piercing sound of breaking the sky, and striking towards the divine dragon.

Those flying trees were mixed with a terrible impact, but unfortunately, no matter how many there were, they were just grasshoppers shaking the trees, without much real meaning, and they all turned into powder the moment they lifted Ziwei's eyes.

The flying sword formed by the twenty-four banners has the power of Xuanhuang, and its power can be imagined. In the blink of an eye, he was forced in front of the sea Jiao.

The sea Jiao's fist-sized eyes contracted sharply, and his heart shook violently. His body quickly repositioned itself and dodged the terrible blow.

What a terrifying existence this is, even those ancient families don't have the strength to let their children use these extravagant things. And this young man, raised his hand and gave him twenty-four flying swords, and all of them were contaminated with the aura of Xuanhuang, how terrible it was. He was mostly from a royal family, and he was the heir to a terrible generation.

The middle-aged man could only think so, but he never imagined Ziwei's true identity.

Ziwei got up slowly, Nanwei, and the white-striped tiger had already woken up and stood silently behind him.

The hundred-zhang long body shrank rapidly, and Zuihou turned into a human form.

It was a very burly middle-aged man, wearing a gray robe, holding a knife in his hand and Guan Gong's knife, extremely tired and wearing a face with Chinese characters, not angry and arrogant, and his gestures gave people a sense of oppression, making it impossible to look at him directly.

Ziwei arched her hand and said, "This senior, do we really want to do it between us?" The words were full of questions and rhetorical questions, so that the middle-aged man had to answer.

The middle-aged man laughed loudly: "Fight? Hehe, I don't understand, the hero is a teenager, I have to admire." However, that's why I want to challenge it even more!"

The childe in Ziwei's hand "snap~" and said, "Are you sure?, do you really think you can beat me?"

The middle-aged man said: "This is not certain, that's why I have to try, take the move, young man!" As soon as the words fell, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, and the whole person broke out of the air like an arrow from the string, and the long knife in his hand swung up and slashed towards the top of Ziwei's head. The ground he was standing on instantly cracked, forming terrifying cracks one after another.

Ziwei snorted lightly: "Good coming, I like it." He leaped to his feet in the same motion, parryed the fan in his hand with incredible speed, and struck at the long knife.

His fan was originally on his thirtieth birthday, and his wife Zhao Feiyan carefully selected a fan for him in the royal armory. When Ziwei saw this fan, she was overjoyed.

It's obviously an artifact-level fan, but it doesn't flicker a little light, which is what he really likes, which can confuse the enemy. Moreover, he was extremely happy with one of the poems above, which was also about the autumn scenery. With the autumn color map, it is lifelike, and the painting with the blood of the crane will never fade.

The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold,

Yinhan silently turned the jade plate.

This life and this night are not good,

Where to see the bright moon next year.

At that time, the owner of this fan was not only a party overlord with great powers, but also a talented man with many emotions and meanings, which made people feel admiration.

With a sound of "ding~", a short fan steadily caught the long knife that the middle-aged man slashed down, and this terrible contrast gave people a visual impact.

Everyone sighed in their hearts, how terrible is this young man? Those who have fought with that middle-aged man know how terrible his strength is, he once entered this shijie as a soarer, Zuihou was intercepted in this shijie, but after he was defined here, he challenged many strong people, Zuihou dominated in this shijie, and then sank at the bottom of that lake for a long time.

The Ascendant came here several times, but in the end it didn't go any further. Unexpectedly, it seemed to be broken by this young ascendant.

Ziwei chuckled and drank softly, the green tendons in her right arm skyrocketed, and she suddenly exerted her strength and directly picked off his long knife. The middle-aged man was horrified in his heart, what a terrible liliang this must be.

The middle-aged man was not convinced, and waved the long knife in his hand again, and the knife shot in all directions, slashing towards Ziwei with the momentum of splitting Huashan.

Ziwei snorted coldly and said, "You're enough, go to the dead," he felt a monstrous murderous aura from the middle-aged man, so there was no need for him to keep his hands anymore.

"Smack~" The fan in his hand opened, and at that moment, six darts were shot, and the darts contained the aura of Xuanhuang, flying towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's pupils contracted again, and he wanted to move his body to dodge this attack, but everything was unsatisfactory, and even the Blood Escape Dafa and teleportation could not be used. What frightened him the most was the momentum shown by this young man, which made his soul tremble uncontrollably, could it be said that it was more terrifying than him?

However, all this is a conjecture before death, and after thinking about it, everything is over.

Six darts shot into his body from all angles, and the Xuanhuang aura instantly took effect in his body, melting him from the inside to the outside in a few moments, and even the soul imprint that existed in this heaven and earth was melted, leaving nothing left.

Only Ziwei was left standing there quietly, looking at the fairyland-like lake at the soles of her feet, in a daze, and she knew what he was thinking.

(To be continued) for collection