In the face of Song Jingzhou's extremely rampant declaration, all the powerhouses remained silent, as the top handful of human cultivation, it was difficult to get to this point without firm faith.

"People without faith are hesitant and pathetic," the Pope said compassionately. ”

"Those of our Holy Gate have faith, but they do not believe in God!"

"No, you have already betrayed the Holy Gate! Faith is only a tool in your heart. Shui Xinmei said coldly.

Song Jingzhou's gaze softened, and he said: "Xinmei, although you and I pursue different pursuits, we will eventually have a friendship, which is why I can't bear to kill you." It gave you the opportunity to split the Holy Gate, but now that society has changed, if you continue to cling to tradition like this, you will eventually be abandoned by the times! As long as we give up our past suspicions and work together, why can't we restore the prestige of the Holy Gate!"

Shui Xinmei smiled and said, "I remember that you didn't say that I only know how to dress up and practice, how can I be worthy of working hand in hand with you." ”

"I only know that the Holy Gate has sacrificed too much for your so-called ideals! It will be destroyed by you before it is abandoned by the times!" Shui Xinmei restrained his smile, a sad look shot out of his eyes, and said: "Master Zun once said that your heart is too big, I can't fit it, and the Holy Gate can't accommodate it." I, I woke up too late, and I was deceived and deceived again and again by your sweet words! I only hate that I didn't kill you sixty years ago, and I have to work hard again today!"

Song Jingzhou laughed loudly and said, "Xinmei is still so cute!"

"I'm not here to see you flirting!" Qiao Zongtang took a few steps forward, his round face was full of murderous aura, unlike other cultivators, he had experienced large-scale modern warfare, he crawled out of the pile of dead people in the rain of bullets, iron and blood were already engraved on the soul, once it broke out, the murderous aura was like a real thing, so that the other strong people next to him were all awe-inspiring.

The momentum of the strong people, with Qiao Zongtang's sudden forward, became sharp, Qiao Zongtang bore the brunt of the oppression, bearing the pressure of Song Jingzhou's Yuan Shen power, the clothes and facial muscles on his body, with the huge energy of the two sides, and undulating, his beard and hair were strangely straight, and the needles were inserted diagonally backwards, and countless spiral-shaped cyclones in front of him were being born, becoming denser and denser, and turning faster and faster.

With more than twenty great cultivators equivalent to the ninth level as their backing, even in the face of the primordial god-level cultivators, Qiao Zongtang also took the initiative.

"Are you?" Song Jingzhou's eyes flashed with a cold light, even if all the monks on the opposite side combined, they were far superior to him, but the enemy was not simply added, and when he had not condensed into a primordial spirit, he was not afraid of group battles, and he was even more handy at this time.

"As long as Lord Song knows that the junior uncle is Zheng Tingji, it's fine!" Qiao Zongtang's voice was cold.

It was only when Yan Fuyu touched the retreat cave that he learned that Zheng Tingji had been seriously injured and died not long ago, so he immediately broke through the barrier, and after beating Zhu Yunge hard, he took a plane to Nandao, and he was able to rush over last night.

"Hmph! It's a Hongmen kid again, it seems that over the years, there have been many strong people in Hongmen. ”

"Wang Shixian has seen Grandpa Qiao!" Wang Shixian couldn't get close to the battle group, so he could only greet from afar.

Qiao Zongtang glanced at Wang Shixian and said to Song Jingzhou: "Lord Song is holding a child hostage, is it really true that no adult will come out for it?"

"Haha......!" Song Jingzhou looked up to the sky and laughed: "If you want to be nosy, you have to see if you have that ability!"

The big war is like an arrow off the string, and it has to be sent!

"Pro!" Song Jingzhou's thumbs and index fingers of both hands stood up and connected, and the other fingers bent and staggered, and with a low shout, the Yuan Qi particles that were free between heaven and earth were induced, and they swarmed into his Yuan Force shield like a tide, and the Yuan Force shield that was shaking in the slightest immediately moved like a mountain, as if no force could shake it anymore.

Under the induction of the qi machine, Qiao Zongtang showed the fierceness of a soldier, not retreating but advancing, and the countless cyclones in front of him suddenly fused together, forming a violent cyclone, and the bottom of the cyclone spun like an awl and stabbed at Song Jingzhou!

The other powerhouses standing in a fan-shaped shape moved almost at the same time, either with fists and feet, or with various weapons, with all kinds of internal force energy, attacking towards the same target! Obviously, these powerhouses had communicated with each other in a coordinated attack before facing the Yuanshen-level monks.

The air was instantly emptied, and the unimaginably huge energy suddenly burst out, as if everything in this space, including the light, was distorted, and the vision of Wang Shixian, Ye Zhiqiu, Qin Yumeng and others who were watching the battle from a distance was blurred, and they were forced to retreat again and again by the energy that overflowed from the collision.

"Bing!" a calm snort came clearly.

Then, the world suddenly cleared up at this moment, and a strong light burst out, accompanied by a huge but inaudible sound, and ripples spread out from the light!

The surging energy ripples hit Wang Shixian and the others in waves in a very short period of time, and finally knocked them to the ground! I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a few minutes, before the ears heard the roar of the audio coming down.

A grassland that was as flat and rich as a carpet was gone, and a large pit with a diameter of nearly fifty meters appeared in front of everyone.

In the sky above the big pit, all the strong people formed a group of four or five, surrounded by a group, suppressed Song Jingzhou in the middle, and attacked wildly.

Song Jingzhou, who was in danger, was still calm in the face of the enemy, his demeanor was leisurely, his movements were chic and perfect, and in the face of the thunderous and lightning offensive of the strong people, he was still in an unhurried posture, but every part of his body was turned into a weapon, and at a speed beyond human imagination, he blocked or leaded it at a speed beyond human imagination, and the "Ten Thousand Paths of Reincarnation" in his body was running at full strength, and the opponent's slightly chaotic internal force was turbulent, which was stirred up by him and was a little fragmented, and he was never able to form a joint force, which allowed him to support in the siege of so many strong people.

The sound of the energetic exchange of energy was practiced into one piece, and it was endless. In the Sky Offensive, Song Jingzhou's range of activity was gradually compressed and restricted.

But when the scope was narrowed to half a zhangxu's territory, the interference between the strong men became more and more serious, and the positions and attacks were layered, and the siege of Song Jingzhou seemed to be unable to go any further.

Although Ming Chongxuan only has one arm, he is in the inner circle with his senior sister, Qiao Zongtang, Pope and several others, firmly guarding the position, showing the high and profound cultivation as the master of Jingci Zhai, the internal force seems to be endless, the long sword in his hand urges the terrifying offensive of the move, flickering left and right, attacking up and down, strange and changing, every time he appears in the place where Song Jingzhou must be saved, it is hard to believe it when he witnesses it, how can there be any affection in words?

Yan Fuyu also kept swinging his sword without a sound, the tip of the sword trembled, like a circle, castration was incomparable, and the man and the sword gave people an inseparable whole, which was natural, as if he was going to stab Song Jingzhou in the empty space, but when Song Jingzhou parried Ming Chongxuan's attack, he found that Yan Fuyu's long sword was waiting for him on the attack route, so that he had to deal with it with all his strength.

Shui Xin's eyebrows fell on the periphery, and ribbons shot out of her sleeves, conjuring up countless shadows, like a spiritual snake, looking for a gap and striking, rolling towards the person she hated so much.