Outside Beige Peak, Li Jiao's huge body had been completely stretched, and a dragon roar swept away from the distance, like a muffled thunder explosion, and the dark night seemed to be stirred by it, and there seemed to be rolling ripples.

On the side close to the defense line of Beige Peak, patches of land cracked and scattered, and clumps of barren grass were directly uprooted, and were shattered by sound waves in the air.

Just this long groan made Lei Zhen, who was the True Monarch of the Five Tribulations, churn with qi and blood, and snorted, almost spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Even Han Miao, who had been away for dozens of miles, staggered, and finally managed to control the magic weapon under his feet and left in a hurry.

Before the Jiasan Fortress, all the Nine Tribulation Monks had different expressions on their faces.

The huge body in the distance was clearly visible even from a distance of a hundred miles, making their hearts tighten.

Hundreds of miles away, the fierce coercion shocked them.

This is infinitely close to the power of the Supreme!

The strength of the barbarians is so strong?

Most of these Nine Tribulation Cultivators had experienced the last brutal battle, and of course they recognized what it was, but even so, they had never encountered such a situation.

These sacrificial souls sleep in the sacrificial altar most of the time, rarely participate in battles, and only occasionally appear when a master invades the scope of the sacrificial altar, but even if they wake up, they will never transform into their true bodies, so as not to attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao consciousness.

It is extremely rare to see such a situation as it is today.

Li Jiao's body was thousands of feet long, and although there was a distance of dozens of miles between him and Xiang Yang, he only swayed his body a few times, and the lightning had already arrived.

Below, the golden light was still there, but the clattering sound was much lighter, replaced by a dull 'poof' sound.

Under the shroud of so many golden blades, the phantom of the dragon was gone, but as it got closer, the temptation that made its heart tremble became stronger and stronger.

Li Jiao's huge head like a small hill swayed, and its long crocodile kiss-like mouth opened slightly, revealing a strange smile, and then, rushing straight down, before leaving, did not forget to swing its tail.

Not far away in the air, there is still a small worm...

Just between breaths, the sacrificial soul actually left the altar, and the huge body only flickered a few times before it reached a few miles in front of him, and before Lei Zhen Zhenjun could come back to his senses, he saw a golden dragon tail phantom roaring.

He hurriedly drove the boat back, his magic boat used the law of thunder, and the speed was extremely fast, but even so, it was still unavoidable, and after a crisp explosion, the magic boat was like a dead leaf, shattered piece by piece.

Lei Zhen's heart trembled, fortunately, he saw that the opportunity was wrong, and he had already transported the way of the void and reality, and the whole person was torn apart under the slap of the dragon's tail phantom, but after a while, it condensed in the distance.

But even so, he was still pale, and after enduring it for a long time, a mouthful of red blood spurted out, and the whole person withered a lot.

It's just that such an inadvertent blow can't even completely resist the way of reality and reality, and it still hurts the origin.

Where did Lei Zhen still have the idea of staying here and waiting to steal chickens at this time, and directly turned into a flash of lightning and fled away.

As for that son, what is the use of having more back-hands in the face of such a terrible enemy?

Behind him, there was a terrible scream, the sound was endless for a long time, extremely miserable, like an eighteen-year-old girl being humiliated by dozens of big men.

"Sure enough... Alas, I have also formed a good fate, I hope you still have a remnant soul left, go back and collect it, and then find a great power to help, maybe you can leave a chance to be reincarnated... However, the immortal catastrophe is coming, and it is estimated that you will be affected by this sacrificial soul, and you are afraid that you will not even be able to keep the remnant soul... Alas..."

Lei Zhen hugged his head and ran around, but there was a trace of guilt in his heart, he had been staying with Xiang Yang during this time, although the soul cultivation technique did not have much effect on a master of his level, but it still left a trace of seed in his subconscious, and this shame was very sincere.

He didn't notice that in the distance in front of him, on top of the Jiasan fortress, those monks who were originally a little panicked were already stunned...

What kind of scene is that?

The thousand-zhang dragon volleyed down in the air, and below, in the golden light the size of a sesame seed, a thin cyan line suddenly flashed, and then suddenly exploded, turning into huge chains, directly locking the dragon firmly...

A little bit of golden blood splashed away, and there seemed to be an extra piece of starlight in the dark night sky, but soon, that starlight was absorbed by that little golden light.

After a while, the golden light disappeared, replaced by a little green shadow, hundreds of miles away, that small light and shadow should have been extremely difficult to detect, but the monks who connected to the Dan stage could see it clearly.

It was a virtual shadow of a giant tripod, four-legged square, mottled and simple, in the body of the tripod, chains ran through the void, directly locked the dragon, and then dragged down.

The most strange thing is that how big is that giant ding? But the golden dragon that was dragging thousands of feet did not have the slightest sense of disobedience, and in the air, there seemed to be a huge mouth, swallowing the golden dragon little by little.

In the air, the golden dragon transformed by the sacrificial soul kept writhing its huge body, screaming loudly like a ghost, and the terrible screams swept far away, making those who heard it cry and those who listened to it were sad.

But in a short time, the small hill-like head disappeared, and the night sky was calm, and only a body of several hundred feet was still suspended there, a little downward, dissipating into the night sky.

In the center of the giant ding, there was a figure standing straight, at this time the blood was full of blood, and his face was blurred, but there was a swarthy stick standing in front of him, and his identity was about to come out.

All the Nine Tribulation Cultivators couldn't help but shudder, although they had never seen the Supreme, but the coercion of Fang Cai, at least it was already the level of the True Emperor, such a terrible sacrifice soul, it was accepted by him without any resistance, how many secrets did this monk of the Yudan period who broke into the barbarian camp alone...

No wonder even Lei Zhen Zhenjun followed him, this person definitely can't be provoked.

Meng Mi's eyes sparkled, among so many Nine Tribulation real people, her cultivation of the Second Tribulation was not high, but as the youngest Nine Tribulation Master of the Xianyin Society, and the ironclad candidate for the next president, she knew more news than others, and for a while, her thoughts were rolling, and a slight blush appeared on her pretty face.

Although she is known as the first in Northern Shenzhou's 10,000-year-old medical skills, she is only an inconspicuous star in the distant historical galaxy.

Not to mention, tens of thousands of years ago, the Miaoshou True Emperor who brought the Immortal Yin Society to the position of the three overlords of the Northern Divine Prefecture was the real legend.

And where did his Dao system come from, it is recorded in the Immortal Sound Society!