Towering mountain peaks appear impressively in front of you.

The holy mountain, not so much a mountain peak, is more like a stone tower, a total of four steps, on each step, there are pavilions, white mist shrouded, an ancient and desolate atmosphere, spontaneously born.

At a glance, the entire holy mountain is like the abode of immortals, as if it is transcendent in the world, and everywhere is out of the world.

On the top of the holy mountain, in an ancient palace, there are hundreds of soul cards.

Suddenly, a Holy Envoy soul card exploded, and it was the Dark Demon Holy Envoy, which suddenly fell.

"Alas, it is a secular divine realm, and I don't know how thick the sky is, and I dare to offend the majesty of my holy mountain. ”

The old man in white sitting in front of the soul card closed his eyes and recuperated, standing like a stone statue, and let out a helpless sigh.

Every hundred years when the Holy Council is convened, there will be a powerful person in the Divine Realm who thinks that he is invincible in the world, refuses to obey the orders of the Holy Mountain, clashes with the Holy Envoy, and even kills the Holy Envoy.

However, every Divine Realm powerhouse who dared to kill the Holy Envoy was slaughtered by the Holy Mountain in the end, without exception, and even their sects and families evaporated from the world and completely disappeared from this world.

It was precisely because of this that many veteran God Realm powerhouses, even if their strength realm was far above the other party, did not dare to offend the Holy Envoy easily.

But there are always some martial arts myths that have just been promoted, who don't know the height of the sky, offend the holy envoys, and cause catastrophes.

"Later, the old man will take action in person, cut a few god realms, and show them to the people of the world!" said the old man in white slowly, casually and indifferently, never taking the worldly god realm powerhouse in his eyes.

Bang, bang, bang!

At this moment, the four disciple soul cards exploded at the same time, representing the fall of the four disciples.

The old man in white suddenly opened his eyes, "Impossible! All the disciples are in the holy mountain, how can they be killed at the same time?" Could it be that it is ...... Impossible, impossible!"

Bang!bang......

However, before he could react, in the soul hall, one soul card after another exploded, like a series of cannons, one after another.

"Five, eighth, thirteenth, twenty-one...... No, no, this can't be, it's absolutely impossible! Who's it, who the hell?"

The old man in white stood up, roaring like a dragon, and the terrifying sound wave swept through layers of white mist.

In just a few minutes, the disciples and holy envoys of the Holy Mountain fell one after another like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

This is the 2,000-year-old heritage of the Holy Mountain, and the explosion of each soul card represents the fall of a disciple or a holy envoy, and represents the continuous reduction of the power of the Holy Mountain.

"It's me!"

Suddenly, behind the old man in white, a cold voice came.

A young man in black clothes, black hair and black eyes, holding a blue and white sword, red blood slid down from the sword body and dripped on the soul hall.

For a while, he was like a demon!

"You're looking for death!"

The four figures descended at the same time, standing in a line with the old man in white, and burst out with a terrifying aura like the abyss and the sea, and they were all peerless powerhouses who had entered the divine realm.

A five-god realm, and the breath on their bodies, like immortals out of the dust, is not a secular martial artist, but a real immortal cultivator, like Xu Feng, has stepped into the realm of the foundation building period.

The divine realm of the martial artist, although it is almost in the same realm as the foundation building period of the immortal cultivator.

But when it comes to really fighting, the foundation building period of the immortal cultivator can easily defeat the divine realm of the martial artist. It was precisely in this way that when Xu Feng was in the foundation building period, he was able to easily defeat Miyamoto Musashi, who was at the peak of the God Realm, and refine him into a puppet, or an incarnation outside his body.

Of the five Holy Mountain elders in front of him, four of them are in the foundation building period, which is comparable to the middle stage of the Divine Realm, and there is also one in the foundation building period, and their combat power is even higher than the peak of the Divine Realm.

With such a powerful lineup, it is no wonder that it can sweep the world and be enshrined as the king of the entire martial arts world.

Moreover, this is still the case of the Holy Master and the Holy Lord, if you add those two big names of the Holy Mountain, I am afraid that the lineup in front of you will at least double as strong.

"Second brother, how many years have passed, and our holy mountain finally has a guest!"

The three elders were skinny, their whole bodies shrouded in black cloaks, and they made a gloomy voice.

"The last time someone stepped into the holy mountain, it was more than three hundred years ago, Miyamoto Musashi, Japan's first swordsman, held the peak of the divine realm, and tried in vain to level my holy mountain, but was defeated by the old man with one palm!"

The two elders are dressed in white like snow, and they are in charge of the Soul Temple, and they are the fourth person in the Holy Mountain, and their status is only below the Holy Lord, the Holy Master, and the Holy Son.

"If I'm not mistaken, this little friend in front of me is probably Xu Feng, who has attracted the attention of the Holy Master! 'Blood slaughter mad demon, covering the sky with one hand', since his debut, he has killed countless battles and has not tasted defeat. Recently, he founded Xianmen in Jiangbei, in a vain attempt to rule the river with my Xianmen, and fight against each other. ”

The four elders held a bone staff, and the palm of his hand was a ball of blue fire, and the forest was terrifying.

"The Holy Master has always suspected that there is an Extraterrestrial Immortal Law hidden in his body. When I saw it today, I shouldn't be wrong. Before the Holy Master returns, we will first capture him, search for souls and scrape bones, and plunder the immortal law!"

The six elders were dressed in green clothes and cranked folding fans, like ancient Confucian scholars, gentle and elegant. But his words were vicious and vicious, directly trying to raid Xu Feng's soul memory and plunder his immortal cultivation method.

"It's all on my holy mountain, it's rare for someone to be so arrogant, just let me practice my hands!"

The five elders were as burly as a bull, like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, and before the words fell, they had already made a move.

This is a strong man with a physical body, among the five elders, the only pure body refiner, the body is like a tyrannosaurus, and when he moves, the air explodes, the earth shakes, and there are bursts of sonic booms around him.

Supersonic!

With the power of the flesh, break through the limit of the speed of sound.

This fifth elder actually threw a punch beyond the speed of sound, which was earth-shattering, as if even the sky was crying.

"Die!"

Xu Feng was not afraid at all, and directly urged the power of his physical body to step into the Mixed Yuan Dao Body of the Dacheng Realm, and his great power was like an angry wave crashing on the shore.

As soon as he stepped out, the earth collapsed as deeply as tofu, and the entire sacred mountain shook, and the ground sank directly, cracking like a spider's web.

His body, as if the space had shifted, instantly crossed a distance of five or six hundred meters, and a wave of air drew out behind him, like a fighter plane skimming the sky.

Six hundred steps in one step!

The speed of this punch is at least twice the speed of sound.

"Fifth brother, retreat!" the two elders shouted.

It's a pity that his voice can't be faster than Xu Feng's fist.

Under one punch, the fist of the five elders exploded in an instant, and the entire arm shattered like papier-mâché, directly piercing the tyrannosaurus-like body alive, making a blood hole the size of a basin.

The five elders of the Holy Mountain, the flesh god realm, the body refiner of the foundation building period, have since fallen!

The blood of the Divine Realm was sprinkled on the land of the Holy Mountain for the first time, and the blood was dripping and shocking!

(End of chapter)