The appearance of the Mei family's ancestor Lafeng was immediately shocked, and nearly a thousand martial artists below were so overwhelmed by the momentum that they couldn't move at all, including the seven-rank martial king Kong Lingfeng, the gap was too big, like the goshawk looking down on the ants.

"Is this kid who killed my Mei family's Tianjiao? The second-grade cultivation is at least the combat power of the fourth-grade, and in the tens of thousands of years in the Warcraft Continent, there has never been a person who has killed Tianjiao across two great realms. I'll take you back today and study it carefully, I see who dares to stop this emperor!" The ancestor of the Mei family stared at him, extremely arrogant.

It's no wonder, in the Warcraft Continent, the seventh rank is the king, and there is another meaning that in addition to the king, other higher-level martial artists are basically thinking of using their limited lives to walk the infinite martial arts, and it is basically impossible to appear in the eyes of the world. Now, as soon as he comes out as soon as the Nine Rank Fire Emperor comes out, who can be arrogant in front of him?

At this moment, the air instantly froze, the world seemed to become silent, and one figure after another appeared in mid-air, and the void appeared one after another crack with the appearance of these figures, and the ghost light on the edge of the crack seemed to be the only color in this heaven and earth.

"Powerful!" There were thirty-six figures gathered in mid-air, and the only feeling they gave to the martial artists below was that they were strong, boundlessly strong.

One of the thirty-six figures is extremely special, swaying in mid-air and falling down at any time, that is the ancestor of the Mei family, known as the Fire Emperor.

"Where did you come from?" A voice sounded, and then an elemental giant hand formed, and with a random beat, this ancestor of the Mei family, the eldest of the heavens and his second, was slapped like a fly, and disappeared into the heavens and the earth.

Bei Yu heard a series of swallowing sounds, Emperor level powerhouse, can you link him with flies Who can slap the emperor level without a shadow, holy level, definitely holy level.

At this time, a figure made a move and moved the ground warrior to a hundred miles away.

"Everyone, quickly stay away from the Ethereal Peak!" Kong Lingfeng deserved to be the first person of the younger generation, and he also took care of other martial artists at this tense moment.

At this time, under the coercion of more than thirty Sky Sages, not to mention people, even brute beasts were also fleeing in panic, wanting to stay away from the Ethereal Peak Realm, the farther away the better. The Sky Sage stared at the Ethereal Peak, and did not rush to make a move, allowing the creatures below to scatter with the Ethereal Peak as a point.

Bei Yu stopped running when he ran five hundred miles away, and the coercion of the sage here no longer suppressed him in the slightest.

I don't know when a hundred-zhang humanoid phantom appeared on the ethereal peak, looking coldly at the thirty-five figures around him, his face was obviously only looking in one direction, but everything in all directions seemed to be in his eyes.

"What is the matter with you?" said the phantom lightly, as if the saints were ants.

"God, I want to know, how to transcend this heaven and earth?" The Confucian saint stepped forward and arched his hand, among the saints, he was the oldest, the most qualified, and he had seen the true body of the ethereal god.

"Work hard to cultivate, and in another thousand years, all the saints will have the opportunity to transcend this heaven and earth. God replied lightly.

"Why wait for a thousand years, we have been waiting for countless years, and the Confucian saint has not had a chance to go further for nearly 30,000 years since he became a saint. Ten thousand years ago, Lin Dong, a rising star, silently transcended this world, and in a thousand years, who will it be? We don't have so much time to wait for the ethereal place, we now need to know the way to get out of this world. The Southern Sword Saint had a hot temper, and he couldn't help but roar out when he heard the words.

It stands to reason that people who have cultivated for endless years should not be so irritable, but since the saints have arrived here and faced the ethereal gods, their hearts are already intertwined with fear and longing, and it is normal for them to be at a loss.

Beyu glanced up at the sky, feeling that this place was no different from the earth, why couldn't the saints leave? Of course, this was not a matter for him to consider, he just wanted to know now whether the gods of the Ethereal Mountain and the saints would fight.

"You get together, not just to get out of this world, but to slaughter gods, you think that as long as you kill me, no one will be able to suppress your laws, and you can also become gods, and you can also get out of this world......" Before the god's words could be finished, he was interrupted by the excited Sword Saint.

"Yes, for so many years, you have been like a big mountain pressing on the heads of our saints, today, we will sweep away the obstacles and destroy the Ethereal Peak, even if we die in battle, it is better than living a life without expectations. ”

"Childish!" God frowned, disdainful, and his face became a little clearer.

"Up!" The sword saint had a hideous face, and he shouted, not knowing whether he was cheering himself up or really beckoning the others to join him, and the big sword turned into a fire dragon, and rushed towards the god with teeth and claws.

"Ridiculous!" Two flames appeared in the eyes of the god, and they rushed straight to the sword saint, and the firelight turned into chains in mid-air, instantly trapping the fire dragon solidly, and with another effort, the fire dragon was strangled into three pieces, falling to the ground and turning into a sea of fire.

The attack of the Sword Saint was blocked, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the blood turned into a fire elf, dragging a long tail to the sky and screaming, at this time, the fire elements between heaven and earth seemed to be pulled and possessed to the fire elf.

As soon as the other saints saw the Sword Saint coming up, they were desperate, how could they still bear it, and they all rushed towards the gods with their strongest attacks.

The Sword Saint opened his arms and let the fire spirit possess his body, and at this time, the Sword Saint's body skyrocketed to a hundred feet, and he raised a large knife composed of fire elements in his hand and slashed at the god fiercely.

"Nonsense!" the god shook his head, his body turned into an entity and stood on the top of the ethereal peak, with a flick of his right hand, the sword saint's body was frozen, and he fell straight to the ground, and the elements dissipated, revealing his true face.

Among the saints, the Confucian saint is worthy of being the oldest existence, the most powerful means, the jade pen in the hand walking dragon snake, silver hook iron stroke, a "sleepy" word, a "ding" word appeared in mid-air, straight to the body of the god.

The god seemed to pause slightly, his body shook, and the two words suddenly dissipated between heaven and earth, and at this time, the attacks of all the saints had already arrived. Unexpectedly, the god shouted softly, "Prevent!" The attack of the saints was still a few meters away from the god's body, but it was blocked by an invisible wall, and it was impossible to advance in the slightest.

It can't be said that the attack of the saints has not achieved the slightest, in addition to the words of the Confucian saints, there is also the knife of the Great Emperor of the Northern Wilderness, when the attack of others is blocked, only him, the blade will not be more than a centimeter away from the god's body, and he can almost hurt the god.

Don't say that he is getting farther and farther away from the Ethereal Peak, everyone knows that being able to observe the master's moves up close can improve his vision in martial arts, and it will also be of great help to the improvement of martial arts, but there is no way, who makes him lack strength and can't withstand the momentum exuded by the warring parties. If you get too close, the aftermath of the fight can shake you to ashes and nourish the earth.

"Ruoli, I don't know how you're doing now!" Bei Yu muttered as he ran with all his might, the most unsuccessful thing in this trial was that he didn't resolutely stop Ruoli from coming in, Made, who knew that this hellish place was so dangerous.

"Dili, that's good!" The saints saw that the attack was blocked, and their mood had fallen to the bottom, the power of the gods was far beyond their imagination, and at this moment, the attack of the Great Emperor of the Northern Wilderness gave them the dawn of victory, even if this wave of attacks failed to hurt the gods in the slightest.

The Northern Wilderness Emperor's elemental law may not be very strong, but his physique is extremely strong, and he is the only one among the saints who has refined his body and become a saint. One move was useless, the saints half retreated, surrounded the gods, and the second wave of attacks came in an instant.

But the first wave of attacks prepared the almost injured god, and the surface of his body glowed with colorful light, and the saints' second attack made the light of the colorful body protection ripple.

The hearts of the saints are really cold in this matter, and the so-called good fighters have been declining again and again, and declining and exhausted. The two attacks of the saints failed, and although it was a blink of an eye, it made them feel the despair of trying their best but not being able to do anything.

"Come again!" the Confucian sage roared, turning into nothingness, merging into the jade pen, the jade pen was windless and automatic, carving the word 'broken' in the void and then shattering into powder and drifting away.

"Confucian saints!" the saints were in a sad mood, the Confucian saints were using their own flesh and blood as a medium and their souls as a guide, sacrificing themselves to create opportunities for the saints to kill the gods.

The word "broken" seems to be unblocked by time and space, and in an instant, the colorful protective divine light outside the god's body is broken, and the attacks of the saints follow up and smash into the god's body, as if fireworks of various colors bloom. Among the saints, many people smiled, no matter how powerful you are, you can receive so many attacks without protection, even if you don't die, it will never be better.

"Pathetic!" the god looked cold, and stood unharmed after the fireworks had dispersed.

"How can this be?" For a moment, the newly raised hope of the saints fell to the ground in the blink of an eye, shattered, and was trampled twice by the gods with their feet.

"A saint is a man, not a god!" After God said this, his disdain turned into anger, and he looked into the distance with hatred.

I don't know when, several fierce beasts appeared in the sight of the saints, the Black Water Snake, the Sky Devouring Beast, the Violent Lion King, the Silver Armor Wolf King, and the King Kong Ape King.

"Don't be deceived by him, he's injured!" said the Great Emperor of the Northern Wilderness suddenly pointing to the hand of God and saying loudly.

The saints looked at it, and sure enough, there was a trace of blood on the index finger of God's right hand, no matter what, someone they had just now indeed hurt God, and even made him bleed, which was a great feat that no one could do for tens of thousands of years.

God raised his index finger and said with a wry smile: "It's really interesting, it seems that it can't be serious anymore!"

Just when the saints thought that the gods were blowing nonsense, they saw a strange mark on the hands of the gods, and a huge word 'seal' rose from him, and suddenly, with the ethereal peak as the center, all the elements within a radius of thousands of miles fell silent. Thirty-five saints, Confucian saints sacrificed and fell, sword saints did not know life and death, and thirty-two saints of the remaining thirty-three saints fell directly from the air like dumplings, and thirty-two human-shaped pits of different shapes were smashed out of the ground.

The Great Emperor of the Northern Wilderness, Di Li, stood on the spot, is this the power of the gods? Directly sealed the elements within a radius of thousands of miles, so that those who cultivated the laws of the elements and became holy directly became useless wasters, if it was not for the elemental baptism of the body, it was possible for the thirty-two saints to fall to death.

At this moment, the five fierce beasts had already arrived at the foot of the Ethereal Peak.