"Is it unsightly, if what this person said is true, then it is really unsightly, the strongest monk will be disturbed by people for a moment, this is completely unimaginable before!" Bu Zhuowei shook his head with a wry smile and muttered in a low voice.

Rarely, he was not born to refute, but thought about the truth very seriously;

Therefore, it is very sad to find that if all the words in the mouth of the mysterious person are true, then this person will be the same as the immortal true immortal!

After all, from ancient times to the present, there has been a gap of more than 10,000 years! This person came to this realm before ancient times, but he has not died yet, but from this endless longevity, it can be seen that this person is far beyond the existence of the Mahayana period!

The people present also seemed to be aware of it, and they all fell silent, and the great monk of Haoran Sect smiled bitterly and said: "Until now, you still pray that you can kneel down and beg the other party to spare your life?

"In that case, it's better to fight hard! Even if the old man blows himself up, he will give this rampant but rude villain a lesson that he will never forget in his life!"

Although the great cultivator of the Haoran Sect was also fighting with all his strength before, he did not have the momentum of seeing death as if he were at home and fighting with his life at this moment; at the moment when he ignited his fighting spirit, the conflict that the mysterious man brought him to the exercises was temporarily covered, and his eyes seemed to be able to spray flames, and then, he put away the sword in his hand and took out an oil-paper umbrella from the storage ring.

At first glance, this oil-paper umbrella seems to be full of the vicissitudes of time, but when you look closely, it is not.

The umbrella surface on the oil-paper umbrella is a layer of green moss-like things, the surface is not shiny and smooth, but uneven, the convex bulge is like a hill next to one, dense, innumerable;

But it is precisely because of this strange umbrella that the whole painting has an extremely ethereal, grandiose atmosphere, but a sense of nothingness that seems to be real and illusory.

Seeing the great monk of Haoran Sect take out this umbrella, all the great monks present couldn't help but be shocked, they had heard of the almost legendary legend of Haoran Sect and this umbrella in Zhongzhou, that legend began five thousand years ago, much earlier than the era when the Marquis of the Sword and the previous lords of the three ancient kingdoms competed with each other, and there were many legends.

But because the times are too long, this matter has long faded in everyone's minds, but they never thought that today they were awakened from the whispers of childhood with the most direct vision.

"This is the 'Qianqiu', which is known as the first forbidden thing in Middle-earth?" Bu Zhuo shrank his eyes and said in shock.

He was indeed shocked, he didn't expect that the heritage and accumulation of this Haoran Sect would be so profound!

"It's indeed a thousand autumn umbrellas. The legend of the Qianqiu Umbrella and the Haoran Sect has been said countless times, and although it is usually forgotten in his mind, it is impossible not to remember it once the old things are brought up again; this temperament and this pattern must be the Qianqiu Umbrella!" said the Santian Sect monk who was watching from the side in shock.

"This umbrella is not simple! Since the senior brother of Haoran Sect has taken out this umbrella, it means that he is ready to die generously!" and the early Yuan Infant Monk who had his hands free said, "As soon as the Qianqiu umbrella comes out, it will be accompanied by a sea of killing and blood that has not been seen for thousands of years, I really don't know which region of Central Continent will suffer this blood disaster again." ”

Although there is unbearability in the words, there is not much emotion.

After all, although this umbrella is demonic, it will make the mind completely collapse and enter a state of madness, but because of the loss of reason, it is much easier to deal with, as long as you don't take the initiative to provoke and seek death, the cultivator has always been fine.

As for the mountains and seas of blood that are spoken of in the mouth, they are naturally built by worldly mortals.

"Five thousand years ago, this umbrella accompanied a great monk of the Tianji Sect to carry out a great slaughter from Zhongzhou, most of the mortal kingdom of Zhongzhou was destroyed, and the death toll was as high as one-tenth of the total number of mortals in Zhongzhou, how could it be more than 100 million? If it weren't for the ten great monks of the last three ancient kingdoms to jointly suppress it, I am afraid that this disaster would have been extended, and the casualties would be even more terrifying. Illusory Valley Yifeng couldn't bear to say, "Senior brother, think twice!"

"This person must have a way to defend against self-explosion, and there is no difference between self-explosion and death; this seat has a glimmer of life for Zhongzhou in this life, and he will die brightly! What do you think twice?" The eyes of the great monk of Haoran Sect showed determination, "If the opponent is an immortal, this seat will slaughter an immortal, and this life is not in vain!"

Although several great monks had something to say, they wanted to stop talking, and according to the development of normalization, everyone present in this battle was certain to die, and from the standpoint of their own sect, although they had mercy on the mortals who were slaughtered soon after, they were not enough to stop it out of pity, so that they gave up their lives.

In the period of incarnation, if unconventional means are not applied, there is indeed no solution.

"What a slaughtering immortal!" The mysterious man Mu Ran's expression and eyes loosened, and he could vaguely see a clear anger from it, "It's just a Qianqiu umbrella that you can't exert your power, I want to see how you slaughter immortals!!"

He was really touched by the taboo, the scales, and the rage.

Although the birth of the spiritual wisdom of the mysterious person in this realm is only a part of the consciousness condensed by the ontological consciousness, but the sub-consciousness is a strict inheritance of the pride of the ontological true immortal, although before returning to the ontology, this new consciousness is independent and cannot be interfered with by others, but he is still inevitably angry.

The Son of Heaven was angry, and millions of corpses were ambushed!

What's more, this group of ants who dare to come forward to provoke with a slap and urine?

The ontology may not care about this at all, after all, the calm mind cultivated over the years is not for decoration.

It's not that he's more proud than his body, it's just that he has unilaterally inherited the pride of his body, but he doesn't have the mental desire to support him for a few years, just like a child who suddenly has the power to destroy the world.

This gap is the source of his anger.

The black qi on his body was rising, and the black qi that had been fused together was also stripped out, and this black qi actually left the body of this great monk of the Heavenly Extreme Sect, turned into a sharp sword, and drilled into the body of the great monk of the Haoran Sect.

Irresistible!

The speed generated after using all the black qi was so fast and fast that before people even noticed, they saw that the black qi as a whole penetrated into the body of the great monk of the Haoran Sect.

After penetrating, the Qianqiu umbrella in his hand fell to the ground weakly, and the great monk of the Tianji Sect himself, like a puppet with a broken line, sat on the ground with no eyes, just like the previous great monk of the Tianji Sect, lost his spirit.