The moment Erlang Zhenjun was squeezed out of the black domain, the somewhat gloomy atmosphere between heaven and earth in the netherworld suddenly changed.

Originally, he felt that he had won a lot of ground, and all the immortals of the Earth Cultivation Realm were sinking in unison, Mu Wanxuan's pretty face turned pale in an instant, and she was even more beautiful and sad, and her eyes had not had time to move to that black domain, and her slender figure had already subconsciously rushed over.

The prestigious Erlang Zhenjun did not hesitate, and immediately picked up his gun and returned the moment he was blocked.

But Erlang Zhenjun's figure paused when he rushed to the edge of the black domain, the immortal light around his body surged, and the spear in his hand stabbed forward, but the tip of the spear was also blocked by the edge of the black domain.

Can't get in?

"Humph!"

Erlang Zhenjun's face was calm, the gun was handed to his left hand, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and he pushed forward quite slowly, and wisps of blood that seemed to contain infinite power diffused, and the netherworld collapsed inch by inch!

But the black domain did not move at all, as if there was nowhere to land on the infinite path imposed by Erlang Zhenjun.

There's always a sense of power but nowhere to make it.

The power of rules.

To be precise, it is the power of abnormal rules that is different from this heaven and earth universe.

They form their own squares and forcibly create a 'dimensional trap' that isolates the universe and makes it impossible for outsiders to enter.

Unless you can break these rules, it's hard to get into them.

At this moment, the Dao streamer flew in.

The people who flew from behind Erlang Zhenjun were all masters of the Earth Cultivation Realm, and although Mu Xuanxuan was the first to move, the first to rush over was a black shadow, the incarnation of Emperor Qinghua.

Without saying a word, without saying a word, the avenue manifested and the immortal light bloomed, and the immortal light suddenly erupted between the low heaven and earth, as if it was about to tear this black domain apart.

"How?"

Xu Zhongliang frowned, and just wanted to say something, dozens of streamers had already blasted from the side, and a large number of Fengjiu force masters came to stop him when they saw the situation, and they fought chaotically with all the masters on his side.

Mu Wanxuan anxiously moved forward, but she also knew that rushing over was just adding to the chaos, and her hands flew again and again, her body was like a butterfly dancing, and she tried her best to drag down several enemy Da Luo and Jin Xian.

Emperor Qinghua's doppelganger suffered the most attack and was quickly dispersed;

And in the confrontation between Emperor Qinghua and the Black Emperor and other masters, his eyes were always staring in the direction of the Black Domain.

Erlang Zhenjun's forehead and eyes opened, and his body turned into a ball of light and shadow shuttling quickly around the black domain, and the spear in his hand swept and poked forward, and the attack was like a fire, and the heavens and the earth were shaken.

Even, the aftermath of Erlang Zhenjun's bombardment of the Black Domain made the masters of both sides have to retreat in all directions, and those who are slightly weaker in cultivation can't see where Erlang Zhenjun's true body is.

This is the strength of the strongest immortal in the post-heavenly court era.

But the more this was the case, the more nervous the hearts of the immortals related to the Earth Cultivation Realm became.

Wang Sheng was trapped alone in it.

The Sword Immortal who came from the Earth Cultivation Realm, carrying the mission given by the Great God Nuwa, was imprisoned by the Immortal Emperor and Feng Jiu for a long time, and finally stood up again, and at this moment he was facing the foreign visitors who couldn't figure out the specific strength.

If Wang Sheng had the advantage when Erlang Zhenjun was driven out, why should this Erlang Zhenjun be in a hurry at this moment?

Bro......

Mu Xuanxiu clenched her fists, and her pupils suddenly became extremely deep, and the shadow of a holy tree appeared behind her, and the rich vitality rippled in such a lifeless place as the Netherworld.

She slowly pushed forward with her left fist and right palm, and a black and white Taiji diagram swept the enemies around her directly under the tree, suppressing them with boundless vitality.

In the blink of an eye, the opponents' bodies were motionless, their own breath condensed, and light green sapling buds grew up and down their bodies, and their eyes were blank and motionless.

Before Mu Wanxuan could disperse the Holy Wood Phantom, more than a dozen streamers of light rushed around her, stopping her figure again.

The numerical advantage of Feng Jiu's side became more and more obvious as the fierce battle continued.

And Erlang Zhenjun was blocked, and the masters of Feng Jiu were even harder, and they were already grabbing merit.

However......

"Zhenjun!"

Xu Zhongliang shouted: "If you can't enter, and except for these Feng Jiu minions, there will be no chance of winning today!"

That Erlang Zhenjun frowned slightly, staring at the inaccessible black domain.

It is against his code of conduct to make him give up his comrades-in-arms.

But the situation at this time did not allow him to hesitate or try.

At that moment, Erlang Zhenjun turned his head to look at the place where Emperor Qinghua was, slightly bent his legs, stepped in the void, and his body was like a soaring golden peng spreading his wings!

In the next moment, the enemy camp was in chaos, and the besieged Qinghua Emperor turned to attack, and the black qi around his body surged, as if he wanted to envelop the entire Netherworld.

"Don't retreat!"

"The master is about to take the head of the sword immortal and appear!"

"The heroes of the New Heavenly Court can enjoy countless years of stability!"

Suddenly, several female fairies on the Feng Jiu side kept making sounds, and wisps of light red aura converged in all directions, and the expressions of many of the immortals on the Feng Jiu side gradually became hideous.

In this dungeon war, many immortals have already killed red eyes.

Corpses continued to fall from the air, smashing down on the dark earth of the Netherworld, igniting blue-white flames.

Casualties are starting to spiral out of control.

Meanwhile;

In the midst of the Black Domain.

Outside, a black field that looked like a black hole was white, and everywhere appeared, countless colorful broken ribbons fluttering in the air.

Between these ribbons, two clouds of light and shadow are constantly entangled and collided;

You can see the flying sword light, the sword qi vertical and horizontal, and you can also see the mountains and palaces, turning away the red dust and all kinds of visions.

In that blue light and shadow, he was Wang Sheng, who was fighting with a sword.

The soulless sword in his hand swayed with colorful streamers, and the sword intent behind him evolved into the heavens and stars; those eyes with a little anger were still clear, and his left hand was constantly pinching and creating all things, and constantly greeting the enemy.

On the other hand, the red shadow was Feng Jiu in a red dress.

She used the figure of the Queen Mother of the Ancient Heavenly Court, she was peerless and beautiful, and at this moment, her figure flickered non-stop, and a pair of almost transparent jade hands pushed forward and swayed, seemingly effortlessly resisting Wang Sheng's attack.

At this moment, Wang Sheng's sword was like a storm, but Feng Jiu's figure was constantly moving backwards, and there were really not many palm shadows that could be wielded.

But Feng Jiu had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were also quite strange, as if he was looking at Wang Sheng.

In the fierce battle, Feng Jiu's lips opened and closed, and a wisp of sound drilled into Wang Sheng's ears.

"It's just you and me here, so it's better to stop and talk about it. ”

Wang Sheng seemed to have never heard of it, and Yuan Tu Sword led several top-grade immortal swords around his body, which had already prompted the swordsmanship, and he was ready to use it and attack it in full swing.

Feng Jiufeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger, as if he was looking at some kind of artwork.

This made Wang Sheng a little uncomfortable.

In fact, at this moment, Wang Sheng's heart is also a little bottomless, although the offensive at this time is strong, but there is a little less continuity, as if it is a fire, and it will be weak after burning.

There really should be no bottom.

Originally, Erlang Zhenjun fought against the enemy Feng Jiu with him, and after stepping into the black domain, Erlang Zhenjun glanced at him, each read the other's eyes, and went all out to make a quick living.

One is the Heavenly Court God of War, a peerless master of collective cultivation who embarrassed and helpless the Immortal Emperor back then, and now the Fengjiu forces don't even dare to take the initiative to provoke;

One is that the great god Nuwa entrusted the Great Dao of Creation, and with a three-foot sword, he rose to the faint and set off two waves between heaven and earth, and was regarded as a person of heavenly revival by the elders of Heavenly Court.

The two of them shot with all their might, and Feng Jiu was also a little unable to resist at the beginning, and quickly fell into a passive defensive situation, wrapping himself with countless strange avenues, turning into a cocoon of Dao rules, and resisted for a while.

The initial situation was quite favorable to Wang Sheng and Erlang Zhenjun, and Feng Jiu also had a little thought between his eyebrows, as if he was thinking of a way to break the situation.

In just a moment, Feng Jiu's Dao Law Cocoon began to break, a little anger crossed her eyebrows, the immortal light around her body surged, and she snorted coldly, as if she had paid some kind of price, and rushed Wang Sheng and Erlang Zhenjun's bodies away at the same time.

And when Erlang Zhenjun's figure disappeared, it became a head-to-head situation between Wang Sheng and Feng Jiu at this time.

Wang Sheng did not hesitate at all, nor did he think of retreating, he raised his sword and rushed forward, his body magic immortal technique was promoted to the extreme, and he established his advantage with a burst of fast attack, and his own means were all used, barely suppressing Feng Jiu.

This seems to be quite normal.

Although Feng Jiu is the 'reincarnated' body of the Heavenly Court Immortal Emperor, he is also an extraterritorial demon, with unpredictable supernatural powers;

But this external demon, in ancient times, was injured by the great god Nuwa, and was served by his side, on the eve of the destruction of the heavenly court, because of the battle with the three sages, he was wiped out by the three sages, and his own vitality was inevitably greatly damaged, and at this time he could only show people in the appearance of the queen mother.

- If it was still the peak strength of the Immortal Emperor back then, the combined strength of the Earth Cultivation Realm would not be enough for him to fight.

But why......

Why was Erlang Zhenjun's expression ...... after he was sent out of this realm It's kind of funny.

There is a kind of calmness that everything is under her control, and there is also a kind of pity like looking at a fool.

Even, although she kept retreating, she didn't show much pressure and anger, and her beautiful figure was like wearing flowers to attract butterflies, gradually, and even some tricks on Wang Sheng.

"Wang Feiyu, why don't you and I talk?"

Feng Jiu asked softly, "It's only you and me here and now, aren't you interested in me at all?"

Wang Sheng: ......

As long as I think of this beautiful aunt in front of me, in my bones is actually a male immortal who once ruled the Immortal Saint Realm, I always feel a little ...... in my heart

After all, this is Yaoyun's parents, and they still have to have the politeness they should have.

"It's enough to tell the story of life and death. ”

Wang Sheng's words were clear and indifferent, and his sword moves were non-stop, and the blade seemed to have the ability to cut the avenue, but it was always lacking a line.

This line requires endless years to understand, and Wang Sheng's background is always a little insufficient.

Feng Jiu smiled slightly, shook his head slowly, his left hand was behind him, his right hand raised two sword fingers, and calmly moved forward, Wang Sheng moved, and one curved surface appeared around his body.

Time, it's time!

The momentum around Feng Jiu's body changed suddenly, although the male standing posture used by women was a little strange, but at this moment, that expression, that gaze, and that voice were indeed the existence that had once stood at the apex of all beings.

"Wang Sheng, do you have any other back-ups? If not, this seat should be disappointed. ”

The earthy yellow light contained in Wang Sheng's right hand slowly unfolded, and the curved surface in front of him continued to dissolve, and a cloud of pale yellow light enveloped Wang Sheng.

All laws do not invade, and all evils retreat.

Creation and Absolute Realm.

Buzz –

The Spiritless Sword trembled slightly, and Wang Sheng lifted his sword, the tip of the sword pointing at Feng Jiu.

This middle two aunt.

Feng Jiu shook his head with a smile, and the sword finger in his hand suddenly raised his hand.

Wang Sheng was about to rush forward, but as soon as his figure had momentum, his eyes suddenly widened, and the hilt of the sword held in his right hand was inexplicably empty.

Burst!

The familiar blade suddenly burst out of Wang Sheng's chest, leaving only the hilt behind him to tremble.

None, no spirit sword?

"Yao...... Cloud ......"