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The Thunder Saint Ancestor blasted out with a punch, and above the fist, thunder surged, and a large group of soldiers who rushed up were instantly torn into powder by the thunder and lightning. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Brush!"

He stepped out, like a dragon walking like a tiger, and a big hand grabbed it in the air, and a Saint Realm martial artist of the Feather God Sect was slapped by his palm, and he was not covered in blood, and he was dripping with blood.

"Thunder, eat me with a hammer!"

An Ancient Spirit Clan Martial Saint holding a golden bronze hammer roared angrily, and stepped forward, this step was hundreds of zhang over, and came to the front of the Thunder Saint Ancestor, and then the golden bronze hammer in his hand smashed down in the air!

"Boom la la ......"

The waves of air are rolling, and the soul power is full of sky.

The void even cracked open one after another.

"Whew......"

Behind the Thunder Saint Ancestor, the Thunder Divine Dragon, covered in dark blue scale armor, roared angrily, and then opened its mouth and spit out, and a ball of thunder smashed towards the Ancient Spirit Clan Martial Saint!

"Boom ......"

There was a loud crash, and the whole world seemed to tremble.

The ancient spirit clan holding the copper hammer was directly overturned, the copper hammer was thrown away, and one arm was burned into charcoal by lightning.

However, the Thunder Saint Ancestor was also extremely uncomfortable, his body staggered, and he almost fell, coughing up blood in his mouth, and his face was pale.

At the same time, the breath of life on the Thunder Saint Ancestor's body was passing rapidly.

The Thunder Saint Ancestor was already seriously injured, and he was resisting stubbornly with his injuries!

"Poof!"

A sword pierced the head of a Yushen Mountain Martial Saint.

The Martial Saint fell silently......

"Fang He!" Seeing this scene, the Thunder Saint Ancestor roared bitterly, this Fang He was his fourth disciple, but he died here today.

Among the disciples he accepted, there were ten martial saints, including Yu Qianyan, who had broken through in recent years, but these ten martial saints have now died eight people, among whom Fang Li and Fang Tong died in the Putuo Divine Dynasty.

"Senior Brother Fang He!" Yu Qianyan, who had always been taciturn, slashed a flying beast covered with fiery red scale armor with a sword, and then flew towards Fang He's side.

He stabbed his sword at the Ancient Spirit Clan Martial Saint who had killed Fang He.

Yu Qianyan's sword was very fast, very strange, fluttering in the air, and it contained a terrifying destructive force.

"Poof!"

Yu Qianyan pierced the martial saint with a sword, but the other party forcibly spewed out a mouthful of essence blood, and the burning essence blood retreated violently, dodging Yu Qianyan's killing sword.

In the distance, Feng Baiyu stood with a strange man wrapped in a strip of white cloth.

The eyes of both of them showed that they were winning.

"White Left Envoy, it's time for your Holy Envoy Legion to come out and clean up the mess!" Feng Baiyu said with a faint smile.

The strange man, who was wrapped in a white cloth, laughed coldly, and his voice made people feel a chill down his spine.

"Okay! Feng Bai Yu, this time to exterminate Yushen Mountain, you have made great contributions, if you can complete the great cause assigned by the domain master, you will definitely be rewarded by the domain master! Maybe the domain master will reward you with a high-grade holy weapon, or even a nine-turn divine power, and your cultivation will definitely improve rapidly when the time comes!" Bai Zuo said in a dry and cold voice.

Feng Baiyu smiled slightly, "Bai Zuo Envoy should summon the Holy Envoy Legion as soon as possible and end this war!"

The white envoy nodded slightly, and then a golden scepter appeared in his hand, and as he waved the scepter in his hand, lightning and thunder suddenly thundered in the air in an instant.

The sky was originally clear, but suddenly lightning and thunder roared, and at the same time, the wind and clouds surging in the air gradually formed a huge whirlpool, and a mysterious and terrifying aura emanated from the whirlpool.

The two sides of the battle on the battlefield almost subconsciously stopped and looked at the strange whirlpool that suddenly appeared in the sky.

From this huge whirlpool, a white light suddenly appeared.

This white light was directly projected down, forming a brilliant pillar of light.

Then, in the pillar of light, white figures flew out.

Every white figure is snow-white, like ice and snow carving, whether it is hair or skin, it is extremely snow-white, and these figures are all women, and they are not wearing any clothes, they are all naked, and the body proportions are perfect.

However, for some reason, seeing these white figures makes people not have a blasphemous heart, but instead has an air of holiness.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, behind each figure, a pair of wings were born.

These white figures flew out of the pillar of light, a total of twelve people!

After these twelve people appeared, Feng Baiyu and Bai Zuo Envoy walked over, and the twelve women flew to Feng Bai Yu and Bai Zuo's body.

"It's a Martial Saint! All of them are Martial Saints!"

The gaze of the Thunder Saint Ancestor suddenly fell on these twelve people, his face instantly became gloomy, and his divine thoughts had already detected that these twelve people were not only all Martial Saints, but also that their breath was at the peak of the Martial Saints.

Twelve peak martial saints appeared all of a sudden, making Yushen Mountain, which was already in danger, instantly fall into an abyss from which it will never recover.

"Could it be that God is really going to kill my Yushen Mountain?"

The expression of the Thunder Saint Ancestor suddenly became lonely, and the Saint Ancestor who was still sworn to kill the enemy with a serious injury was like two people.

In fact, the Thunder Saint Ancestor was already feeling hopeless, and with the appearance of these twelve peak martial saints, the last trace of hope in the heart of the Thunder Saint Ancestor had been swept away!

Mourning is greater than heart death!

The Thunder Saint Ancestor's heart was almost completely dead.

At this time, in the army of Yushen Mountain, Ye Ying and Hou Fei were fighting, they were like crazy, constantly reaping one life after another.

Ever since they learned that the boss had died in Yushen Mountain, they had become jealous and hateful to the Feather God Sect.

And Meng Xiaoshuang, Lin Zhan, Lin Jie, Meng Qianshan, Yuan Lan and others were all standing on the highest peak of Yushen Mountain at this time, watching this war that was about to end.

Meng Xiaoshuang looked haggard, her eyes were red, Lin Zhan, Lin Jie, Meng Qianshan and the others all looked gloomy, they never thought that the last time they said goodbye to Lin Chen was actually the last time they met.

"Perhaps...... It's all over!" Lin Zhan muttered to himself, his lips dry and his expression sad.

"Brother Chen, why...... Why don't you take me with you, you're gone, what's the point of letting me live alone in this world?" Meng Xiaoshuang whispered in her heart, tears welling up again, sliding across her face.

The war, which had been briefly halted by the sudden appearance of the twelve women, soon began again.

Moreover, the twelve joined the war, and soon the scene of the war was completely turned to one side.

"Boom!"

Twelve women shot out at the same time, and in everyone's hands, a white light appeared, and the white light was like a blooming divine light, enveloping the body of the Thunder Saint Ancestor.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of the Thunder Saint Ancestor, and the whole person flew out upside down, and a fist-sized hole suddenly appeared in his chest, and the breath of life was flowing rapidly.