In the face of more than a dozen ancient saint soldiers who killed him, Wu Heng immediately sacrificed the Ancient Sky Turning Hammer, used all his brute force, and slammed it into the air!

"Boom"

The sound of weapons exploding was endless, and a wave of destruction spread across the sky and the earth like ripples for hundreds of miles, and the monks who felt the great power in it were all shocked. Give the power of the literature network

"Jingle Bell!"

More than a dozen ancient saint soldiers were shocked one by one, and some even fell to the ground!

"This ......"

The god powerhouse who sacrificed the magic weapon was terrifying.

The picture is too impactful, the young man is holding a jet-black iron hammer and slashing it, and more than a dozen ancient saint soldiers are instantly defeated!

If you want to change to Zhongzhou, only Zhou Yanyuan, who is the Eight Realms of the Gods, is enough to see these people in front of him, and the rest of him is not false at all, and he has already retreated in pieces.

However, this is the fairy realm, the immortal power is strong, and the strong people who have arrived at the Fengshen Realm have basically awakened the immortal veins, which is much more difficult to deal with than the strong Fengshen in Zhongzhou.

"Which Immortal Sect are you from?" Zhou Yanyuan said with a solemn expression.

Wu Heng's expression remained unchanged and said, "I'm not from the Immortal Sect. ”

Zhou Yanyuan, as the head of the outer gate, if he couldn't take this young boy, where would he have the face to continue to mingle, and said in a low voice: "Since Daoist friends refuse to tell the truth, it's no wonder we did it!"

The word Taoist friend is generally a mutual name between monks of the same status.

And Zhou Yanyuan called Wu Heng a fellow Daoist, indicating that he had been regarded as a strong man at the same level.

"You've already done it, so it's better not to be so hypocritical. Wu Heng said indifferently.

"You!"

Lu Hong's anger was frozen, his anger was mixed, and his whole body burned with a scorching fiery red essence, and he slashed with a heavy axe.

Wuheng's offensive array poured out, and his combat power rose in a straight line, wielding the ancient sky-turning hammer, and the evolutionary inertia technique met it. (Baidu search to the literature network is the fastest and most stable update)

"Let's go together!" all the immortal sect powerhouses shot out one by one.

Wu Heng was under a lot of pressure for a while, and he laid a defensive formation around his body, and continuously used the Void Displacement to dodge various attacking magic weapons.

"Houyi Bow!"

"Ancient Hammer!"

"Holy Sword Duel!"

"Extinguish!"

"Flame Heavenly Book!"

"Kongtong Seal!"

"There are still too few magic weapons...... Wu Heng then muttered in distress, making the monks furious.

"It's amazing, this guy has so many priceless things on him!"

"Take him down, these are precious treasures, especially that Hou Yi Bow, it may be an ancient immortal soldier!"

"It seems that the hammer is also terrifying, but I can't tell the calendar!"

"That golden jade seal has a steady stream of power poured into this kid's body, it is simply an inexhaustible immortal mountain!"

The disciples of Tianmen Mountain were completely shocked.

This demonic young man's means are endless, and the magic weapons are all very proven, and the jet-black iron hammer alone can easily sweep away all the ancient holy soldiers, and none of them can fight against him, which is extremely terrifying.

"Boom!"

For a time, the outer gate of Tianmen Mountain was dark, and the light waves were vast and long.

Wu Heng fought against thousands of immortal sect monks alone, and he had secretly sacrificed the soul of the world-destroying Dao, and in terms of the hidden realm, he had reached the third god.

He had long been able to use the soul of the world-destroying Dao like fire, and in such a battle, he could still keep his mind clear and his eyes clear.

"Boom!"

The roar of the extinguishing thunder, coupled with the power infused with the soul of the world-destroying Dao, the power has not only doubled!

More than a dozen god-sealing powerhouses were trapped by the annihilation array and felt distressed.

Wu Heng did not kill anyone, not a single person was killed, most of the monks were shocked and flew out, and they were slightly injured, and only a dozen people were seriously injured.

Everything depends on the face of the "fox friend and dog friend" Xingyu.

The Tongtian Realm and Dragon Transformation Realm cultivators quickly withdrew from the main battlefield, only to entangle Wu Heng with magic weapons in the distance.

They didn't play much of a role, those weapons hit the young man in white, and they would only make a "clang" sound, and then the young man was undamaged, but his weapons were distorted and deformed.

This made the monk of Tianmen Mountain have to wonder if the young man in front of him was a true blood primeval relic?

Otherwise, how could there be such a strong body?

"Kill him!" Lu Hong was already anxious, and was shaken by Wu Heng's Ancient Heaven Turning Hammer, and suffered a lot.

Zhou Yanyuan is the source of Wuheng's pressure.

This person is a legend and a god in the Eight Realms.

Wu Heng touched the Seven Forbidden Realms, but he was just a small monk of the Three Realms of Tongtian, plus seven small realms, he could kill the powerhouses of the Six Realms of the Gods at most, and it would be very difficult to reach the Seven Realms of the Gods, and the Eight Realms of the Gods were not something he could kill at all.

Fortunately, Kongtong Yin is domineering enough, and his power continues to pour into his body, allowing him to sacrifice many magic weapons at the same time, so that he can last until this moment.

"Just tie your hands, I'll make sure you're okay, otherwise the sword has no eyes, I'm afraid it will hurt you!" Zhou Yanyuan held the rippling sword of the blue waves, and persuaded while exerting pressure on the side.

Wu Heng was very stubborn and heroic, constantly dancing the Ancient Heaven-Turning Hammer to knock all kinds of weapons away, and replied: "I have never been a prisoner, and I have never been a prisoner, so it's a big deal to die in battle!"

"Why bother!" Zhou Yanyuan shook his head helplessly. Just because of Wu Heng's behavior of letting go of his granddaughter, he had a good impression.

"Never be a prisoner, what a big spirit!"

Suddenly, in the deep foggy mountains in the distance, there was such an old man's voice. The fairy sound is rolling, breathtaking, and unstoppable, and a sentence contains profound Dao marks and thousands of attack changes.

Wu Heng's face was pale, he was shocked back by the immortal sound, he forcibly endured the blood that was about to gush out of his throat, and said to himself in his heart: "The strong man who ascends the immortal ......"

Tianmen Mountain is known as the important place of Xianmen, and naturally there are strong people who ascend to the immortals.

"It's Crane Lao!"

Hearing this voice, Zhou Yanyuan, Lu Hong, and the outer disciples of the Heavenly Gate all showed respect on their faces.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it still alarmed the ancestor...... Zhou Yanyuan smiled bitterly.

"Boy, it's backbone, it's interesting, I'll see you for a while!" In the deep mountain mist, a giant hand suddenly poked out, shining with fairy light all over his body, casting a large shadow on the ground.

Wu Heng struck with the Ancient Heaven-Turning Hammer, but he was directly pressed against his body and couldn't move at all.

"Boom!"

The giant hand of the sky directly razed the mountain peak where Wu Heng was standing to the ground.

At this time, outside the boundary of Tianmen Mountain, a handsome young man who was drunk with a wine gourd in his hand showed a look of surprise, looked at the direction of Tianmen Mountain in a daze, and then said with a look of surprise: "Interesting, interesting, who attracted the crane to make a move?"

"Even the heavy mountain sealing array at the outer gate has been used!" The young man holding the wine jug had his hair scattered and was in disarray, but his eyes were like a torch.

"There's a good show, the heavy formation of this outer gate can't be difficult for me, and I can break it with the master's warrant!" the young man thought in his heart, and then quickened his pace, and ran up, looking like he was afraid that the country would not be chaotic!