Thundered!

Bai Ye was woken up by a burst of thunder, he glanced out the window, the sky was already white, violent lightning and thunder, he smelled something wrong.

He rushed out of the door, his face changed, dark clouds in the sky pressed the city, and a huge thunder vortex slowly rotated, filled with black qi and thunder, enveloping most of the Heart Demon Sect, and the center of the thunder was in the Sect Master Peak.

Bai Ye used the Extreme Spirit Body Method to rush to the foot of the Sect Master Peak, and he saw that Yan Qing and a few others were already here, and the figure of Gong Yi was standing at the top of the main hall of the Sect Master Peak, with his hands behind his back, indifferently facing the sky.

"What's going on?" Bai Ye asked side by side with Wan Yanqing.

"He's ready to enter the Tao. Wan Yanqing said in a low voice.

Bai Ye wanted to hold her hand, but Wan Yanqing dodged it, she looked at the figure of Gong Yi and said, "Bai Ye, concentrate on cultivation, I am not suitable for you, you have a better choice." ”

Bai Ye raised his hand and put it down, the taste was incomprehensible, and he also looked up at the person above the main hall.

Boom Boom!

When the thunder descends, each of these thunderbolts can kill a bitter sea or even a Shenqiao master, and then it is the calamity of entering the Dao.

Gong Chuan avoided its edge, wandering in the sea of thunder, his body was not chaotic at all, his eyes had been staring closely at the depths of the thunderclouds, and suddenly, his pupils shrank as if he was facing a great enemy.

A handsome young man walked out of the thunderclouds, surrounded by eight rays of light, holding a jade fan in his hand...... Green.

The handsome young man stood opposite Gong Yi and grinned: "Thank you for letting me be born, Reincarnation VIII, Nine Xuantian Spirit Fan, I am the past body of the Divine Ancestor, and when I behead you, you will take off the throne of this life!"

The young man is neither humble nor arrogant, the wind is light, he looks down on everything from above, and he is not pretentious, no one in this world can compare with his talent and chance, as long as he loses the public loss, he can truly live independently.

"You're very good!" he nodded in praise.

He has been left behind for thousands of years, but he didn't expect someone to wake him up, and this person's talent must be the best in the world.

One person stands in the clouds, one person stands proudly on the top of the hall, far away, only the thunder rolls and stirs!

The battle of the 10th initiation is about to break out!

This time, there is no life, and there is no certainty of public loss, so I can only do my best.

"Demon Throne!" Gong Yu snorted, the black demonic mist behind him churned, turning into a tall giant seat, carved with countless troll murderers, he sat down slowly, and stroked the armrest of the dragon's skull.

"Big brother!" Bai Ye shouted, he knew this magic seat, when he was five years old, nine-year-old Wang Luo rescued a white ape, and then every day the eldest brother would go down the mountain for an hour, and after three years, the eldest brother brought it back to the demon seat, and was sealed in his body by Wang Hua because of his fierce energy.

According to the eldest brother, the white ape is a descendant of the ancient Monkey King, knowing the ruins of the ancient heavenly court, the white ape took him to the emperor's throne, and the public transfusion was nourished with blood every day, until he was twelve years old before he successfully recognized the master.

The Ancient Heavenly Court was created by the Demon Ancestor, and it was the supreme dynasty of the Dark Turbulent Era, and the Imperial Throne was naturally the Demon Throne, the first soldier of the Demon Ancestor, and the symbol of the Demon Dao.

Today, the public loses with the demon god of war!

The demon seat hung for nine days, and Gong Yi sat on it, like a demon emperor who controlled the heavens and the earth, he looked at the young man and said slowly: "Today, I will kill you!"

He and the youth, only one person can survive, he uses the youth to enter the Tao, and the youth borrows him to become independent.

"Arrogance!"

The young man took the lead in moving, his back supported the stars in all directions, and the eight stars in the sky echoed each other from afar, he held the jade fan in his hand, and walked straight to the magic seat hanging high in the clouds, with a flick of his wrist, an arc-shaped energy shot out!

The figure of the young man followed closely behind, and his strength disappeared into the demonic qi in the sky in just a moment, and at the same time, a hole was torn open, and the stars in the eight directions behind him shrouded his body with brilliance, attacking with the power of the jade fan!

In the demonic qi, it is the realm of public loss, and the young man dares to enter, which shows his conceit, he gestures with the starlight, and a spatial crack tears towards the devil's seat!

The corners of Gong Yi's mouth rose, the demonic mist rolled, and spread with him as the center, quickly smashing the crack into pieces, and the space re-evolved intact.

"Ice Hell...... Han Lan!" the young man sneered, closed his eyes slightly, and danced his body, and suddenly endless ice and snow were born from space,

Millions of cold ice thorns pierced out of the void and crossed stabbing towards the Demon Throne, endlessly, even the entire Sect Master Peak was frozen together!

At the foot of the mountain, Wan Yanqing flew back thirty zhang with Bai Ye, and then the ice edge spread closer, and flew back ten zhang again before standing still.

The Endless Ice Ridge gradually sealed the tumbling demonic energy, forcing it directly to a foot outside the Demon Throne!

The body of the male lost swayed slightly, he raised his hand and pressed it gently, the demon seat shook, and the monstrous demonic qi was rolling endlessly, as if the ice and snow were encountered in winter, and the frozen demonic qi gradually dissolved......

Thundered!

The Heavenly Tribulation Thunder landed, and the endless demonic energy was woven into a big net, devouring the thunder, and occasionally the thunder that broke through the magic net broke through the Demon Net, and the public lost and broke it with a wave of his hand, and he was fighting against the Heavenly Tribulation!

The young man stepped in front of the demon throne with a fan, and the eight stars converged, covering the demon throne, time and space seemed to be still, everything had come to a standstill, and the young man was slashed down with a fierce energy, and the void burst out, shooting straight at the public!

"My life is in danger!" Gong lost and avoided it, he only tried his best to turn sideways, and that momentum hit him directly in the chest, if he was hit, his whole body would inevitably explode, and there was no possibility of survival.

In that ten-thousandth of an instant, a gray-robed figure dodged to block before the public defeat, swung his sword and slashed, and two powerful forces burst out with a piercing and dazzling light, half of the main hall collapsed, and the gray-robed figure stood tall in the sky.

"Who are you?!" the young man stood in the clouds and suddenly drank coldly.

The gray-robed man gently spat out a sentence: "Demon servant, Hai Feiyu!"

The young man said: "The demon servant is not a demon, the ancestor hates the demon Dao the most in his life, don't make a mistake about yourself." ”

Hai Feiyu nodded approvingly and said, "What I said is true, but the task I received from the Demon Lang Order is to help him overcome the tribulation." ”

The Demon Lang Order represents the Divine Ancestor Canghai, and the Demon Lang Order can command the Demon Servant, and the Demon Servant only recognizes the Demon Lang Order, no matter what task you are.

"You will not be spared from this catastrophe!" The young man snorted coldly, no longer spoke, dodged and approached, turning into eight, happy or sad, sad or angry, with different expressions, some holding the treasure tripod in their hands, some holding the treasure pestle in their palms, some carrying black coffins, and their weapons were also different......

The eight young figures surrounded the demon seat and the gray-robed people, attacking and descending together, and the Dao techniques and tactics were different, which seemed to be a combination of reality, blocking any way of life.

Hai Feiyu pinched his fingers and shouted softly: "Ten Thousand Swords Dragon Slaying Array!"

The swords are thousands and overwhelming, like locusts crossing the border, and there are countless sword shadows flickering around each young figure.

The eight young men were not in a hurry, their bodies were like swimming dragons, each with amazing Taoist skills, swimming in the sword array.

The situation was frozen for a while, Hai Feiyu frowned, gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Ten Thousand Swords and Dragon Slaying Dance!"

The shadow of the sword rose in the sky, end to end, undulating like a wave, like the ocean stirring, turning into a whirlpool of ten thousand swords, rotating endlessly.

And the heart of the whirlpool is the eight young people standing, in the whirlpool, the sword light storm, strangling everything!