"Lingding Immortal Peak, the seventh heavy.

"I didn't expect that it was "Wushuang" who encountered the crisis, this must be the layout of "Wuzun", I'm afraid it's too late now. ”

Yang Fan's heart was anxious, "Thoughts are flying."

"Huang Wuhou family, how far is it from the Immortal Dao Sect?"

Yang Fan asked Huang Fu.

Both of them are located in the central and northern parts of Tianwu Prefecture, about 350 million miles apart. ”

Huang Fu didn't have time to think.

As a descendant of the Huangwu family, he naturally has the right to speak.

"350 million miles?" Yang Fan's heart was half cold, although after reaching the Transformation Stage, the flight speed was extremely impressive, but such a long distance was by no means something that could be reached in a day and a half.

At this moment, even if there is a third-order existence through the heavens, it is far from being able to quench the thirst of the near.

"Although the distance is a bit far, I once heard in the family that "Wuhou Castle, there is a teleportation array leading to" the Immortal Dao Sect. In Great Qin, generally like these big forces, there should be teleportation arrays between each other's regions, but they are not easily used on weekdays. ”

"Teleportation array?" Yang Fan's eyes lit up.

"However, with Medicine Master Yang's current status as an honorary elder in the sect, he should be qualified to use this teleportation array.

Huang Fu said uncertainly.

"Since there is this kind of teleportation array, then it may be in time. ”

As soon as Yang Fan's words fell, his body "whoosh" cut through the long banquet and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Huang Fu, Bai Ze and the others were scared into a cold sweat, this speed was too terrifying, and their divine senses couldn't keep up.

In front of Wuhou Castle.

Eight unscathed corpses fell from mid-air, without even a trace of blood or wounds.

Plop, plop, plop...... Before they died, they still maintained anger and killing intent on their faces, and they didn't expect death to come at all.

Only the white-haired old man who was included in the Great Monk of the Transformation God was full of horror, fear, and deep helplessness in his eyes.

Maybe he saw it clearly and understood the truth of the matter, but he had already died.

Whew~m

Dressed like snow-white, he was still standing in place without wind, with his hands behind his back.

No one saw Wushuang make a move.

It even gives people the illusion that he didn't do anything at all, but that the eight people didn't measure their own strength, and the moths put out the fire and killed themselves.

At this moment, the Wuhou Castle, which hundreds of thousands of monks wanted, was actually empty.

...... There was a dead silence, "only the heartbeat of countless monks remained, Wushuang was still Wushuang and there was no change, but all the monks in Wuhou Castle seemed to be shrouded in an invisible shadow.

Watching the battle on the castle, there was also a beautiful and simple girl who was slim and pretty.

The people around her all looked at her with awe and admiration, and they all knew her identity.

This pretty girl is a female disciple adopted by today's "Huang Wuhou" since childhood, Huang Yuyang.

Although he did not inherit the bloodline, Huang Yuyang's martial arts talent, and even his immortal cultivation qualifications, were arrogant to Daqin.

In the past six hundred years, she has been promoted to the Great Cultivator of the Gods, which has overshadowed the countless children of the declining Huang Wuhou family.

If it weren't for the fact that she didn't have the blood of the Wuhou family and was born as a woman, she might be the next heir of the Wuhou family.

At this moment, Huang Yuyang, the daughter of a generation of Tianjiao, had a bead of sweat on her jade face like ashes, and looked at Wushuang hundreds of miles away, her eyes were shocked.

A pair of delicate hands, propped up on the battlements, trembled slightly, showing the panic in her heart.

"Miss Huang...... This person is also a martial cultivator, a swordsman in martial cultivation, his cultivation level is in the late stage of transforming into a god, but he can instantly kill the same level, this is simply not a person. ”

Huang Yuyang was beside a middle-aged man in Xuanyi, with horror in his voice.

Even if it is an instant killing of a mid-stage mystic person of the digital god, it can be regarded as shocking. But there is a big gap between the levels of the Transformation Stage, and the existence of some kings of the same level can also do this.

However, between the unequaled minds, they were wiped out together with the Great Cultivator of the Rank Transformation God.

With such strength, it is completely comparable to the Divine Void Strong!!

"No, the "Sword Intent Attack" he launched,!! in fact, Uncle Huang had already fought against him......"

Huang Yuyang's voice trembled slightly, barely calming herself down, but under the gaze of the man in white a hundred miles away, she didn't even have the courage to make a move.

"Sword intent attack?"

"With the supreme sword dao mystery" rushed directly into the soul level, Uncle Huang fought with him in the spiritual world, but he lost, and he had no power to resist......"

Huang Yuyang's white face temporarily fell a teardrop.

The rest of the people who didn't know couldn't help but wonder, could it be that these corpses didn't have any scars, it turned out that the spiritual will had been annihilated, and they couldn't have died more completely.

"In this way, the Great Monk of the Transformation still has a chance to compete with him......"

The middle-aged man in Xuanyi gritted his teeth, "Let's go up together and try to consume some of his soul power." ”

The two of them glanced at each other and showed a look of death, and flew slowly from the castle, forcing towards Wushuang.

"Stop one—"

At this moment, an old voice that shook the mountains came from the void.

With the sound of the old voice, the phantom flickered, and a silver-haired old man in a cloth robe appeared in front of the two.

"Master!!" Huang Yuyang bowed.

"Lord Wuhou!!"

In the entire Wuhou Castle, tens of thousands of monks stood in awe and knelt on the ground.

"Quietly see Wuhou!!"

The blood in the castle was boiling, and countless monks were excited and excited, showing worship and piety.

The sound of kneeling and saluting shook the sky.

In the field of vision, the silver-haired old man, with a wrinkled face, bare feet, and yellow skin, gave people a feeling of old age that was about to step into the twilight.

This is an old man who is about to enter the end of his life, and his every move is full of old age and powerlessness.

Unbelievable, "He is today's Huang Wuhou."

Wushuang glanced at him, turned around and left.

Gone, he's gone!!

Did he throw in the towel!!

"Hahaha...... , this kid is scared!!"

"Lord Wuhou is really a god, and a momentum will scare this kid into defeat without a fight. ”

And only Huang Yuyang, Xuanyi and the others were stunned at first, and when they saw Wushuang before leaving, the pity flashed in their eyes, and a sense of humiliation suddenly appeared in their hearts.

Humiliation, grief and indignation.

The opponent is not not not fighting, but disdainful to bully an old man in his twilight years.

While they are insulting and angry, they can't help but feel admiration.

"Peerless Daoist, please stay!" Huang Wuhou's old voice came.

A dumb body.

"The dignity of Wuhou cannot be insulted, let alone let it be trampled on and despised in my hands, even if it is a generation that pays for it......"

Huang Wuhou's voice had a kind of tragedy in tears.

At this moment, in the Wuhou Castle, countless monks wept.

"Master......" Huang Yuyang's eyes were rosy.

"You are a respectable opponent, no matter whether you win or lose, Wushuang respects your Wuhou clan.

Wushuang finally turned around and "in his eyes" Huang Wuhou was no longer an old man, but a truly respectable opponent.

"Peerless Daoist, are you too confident, today's battle" Ben Hou thought to himself that he would not lose. ”

Huang Wuhou's body suddenly glowed with infinite brilliance, and a majestic momentum like a stormy wave swept the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, it was as if I saw a warrior who was invincible in thousands of troops.

Boom from m

Suddenly, there was a loud bang within a radius of 10,000 miles, and an invisible spiritual power "With the will of Huang Wuhou, it came into being."

Huang Wuhou's figure seemed to be magnified by ten million times, dominating the void of thousands of miles, and with his lifelong martial will, he "delivered a blow to shock the sky."

"God...... Tang Dynasty...... Border...... , Realm!!"

Wushuang was finally moved, and his eyes were shocked.

Burst!!!

He staggered and "spat out a mouthful of blood."

The mind is traumatized.

"Divine Void Realm!!Lord Wuhou actually stepped into the Divine Void Realm, it's incredible!!"

There was cheering in Wuhou Castle.

Even Huang Yuyang was surprised: "When did the master step into the Divine Void Realm, the martial marquis of all dynasties, as long as he stepped into the Divine Void Realm, it was a great achievement, coupled with the power of the bloodline, it was enough to be proud of the Great Qin !!"

"The information is wrong, but it's better this way......" A little surprise in Wushuang's eyes was replaced by excitement.

The Great Qin Dynasty, the princes of the Eighteen Roads, most of them have inheritance bloodlines and secret exercises, and they have at least stepped into the late stage of the Transformation of Gods, and they are several times stronger than the Great Cultivators of the same level.

And the princes who can step into the realm of the gods and voids can basically be invincible.

"Let's fight!!"

The eyes are as deep as the night sky, and a vague and chalky "sword" can be faintly seen, as if it has been separated by a layer of time and space reincarnation.

The shadow of this sword flashed, and Huang Wuhou's body stiffened and fell from mid-air.

"That's the trick just now......"

Huang Yuyang and the others who watched the battle all showed nervousness, and their hearts rose to their throats.

In the spiritual world, maybe a few breaths, or maybe a lifetime.

However, in reality, there is only a moment.

Burst!!

Huang Wuhou snorted, a blood stain overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his heart was traumatized.

But Wushuang was not much better, gasping slightly, his face was pale, and he was obviously quite consumed.

"Your realm Yueyi is even more sophisticated than the Wuhou Peerless School that I have inherited for countless years, but it's a pity that the huge gap between the Divine Void Realm and the late stage of the Transformation of God is even bigger than you imagined......"

Huang Wuhou's body bloomed with thousands of invisible, thousands of miles of void, and endless majestic power, condensed in this heaven and earth.

The unequaled figure looks thin and small.

Just as Yang Fan was powerless in the face of the Divine Void and the Strong, the Wushuang at this moment was not much better.

The Divine Void Realm is at a commanding height, the closest to the existence of the third order of Tongtian.

"The next move is one of the strongest secret techniques that my Wuhou family has passed down for generations, "Disillusionment of the Heavens,!!"

The voice was wide and fell, and the thousands of rays of light controlled by the realm of the Divine Void swept the heavens and the earth like a waterfall, impacting the void for thousands of miles, piercing and annihilating everything.

At that moment, looking down from the void, the dazzling brilliance revealed a point of light on the billions of miles of land in Tianwu Prefecture.

In the Great Qin Immortal Cultivation Realm, all the beings who had reached the Divine Void Realm suddenly had a sense and looked in that direction.

"Only this trick ......"

Wushuang's body became dull, but a half-truncated sword appeared in his hand.

This broken sword is exactly the same as the one that Yang Fan killed the three old demons at the beginning.