The second reason is that every time he opens up one more meridian, the stronger his immunity to the aura emitted by the giant gate, so his actions are not stopped.

The giant gate is right in front of you, like a desolate beast lying here, majestic like an ocean, shocking countless people, but unable to stop the footsteps of lawlessness.

He walked steadily, step by step, and the ninety-eight meridians under his skin were like pocket fire dragons, flashing with blood-red glow.

"He's already within ten feet, it's incredible that he can really go under the giant gate!" someone exclaimed.

The battle between Emperor Tian and Slash Wind began again.

The three of them are triangular, sandwiching Emperor Tian in the center, all kinds of means come out, the essence is surging, and the power is earth-shattering, but Emperor Tian's face is calm and calm, and the major powerful moves are at their fingertips, and they are not inferior at all.

In mid-air, thousands of sword qi were vertical and horizontal, tearing the sky and the earth. The power of fire swells and incinerates all things. The power of wood roared, piercing through the sky, and a fierce battle began!

"Amitabha, the Buddha said, the sea of suffering is endless, turning back is the shore, this benefactor has been deeply demonic, if it is not timely, it will definitely harm the common people in the future. "The Buddha folded his hands together as if he had been reincarnated as a Buddha, with a compassionate face.

At this time, he also chose to make a move, and the Buddha statue appeared above his head, and the Buddha's light shone all over the world, purifying the sins and evils of heaven and earth.

"Dead bald donkey, cat crying mouse fake mercy, put away your disgusting face, jealous and say directly, why do you want to be so pretentious, you want to stop him, this seat will not let you succeed!"

Guiguzi of the Ghost Sect sneered again and again, the black mist on the surface of his body was steaming, as if the demon king was possessed, and a yin and cold aura was overwhelming.

The two sects are the overlords of the West Tiger Continent, each according to one side, on weekdays, either you calculate me, or I pit you, the hatred has long been as deep as the sea, irresolvable, no matter where you go, you are destined to be an opponent.

Seeing that Guiguzi suddenly intervened, there was a flash of light in the Buddha's eyes, and it was fleeting.

But I have to admit that Guiguzi's strength makes him quite jealous. I don't know how many times the two have fought in Xihuzhou, and in the end, they are almost evenly matched, and neither side has ever really won.

If it is replaced by others, it is reasonable, but Buddhism is the nemesis of all evil things, and it can't control the ghost sect, so you can imagine how strong its strength is.

The battle is about to break out, the demonic aura is monstrous, and the dark clouds are rolling, like a terrible ghost roaring, seducing the soul. The Buddha shines in the heavens and purifies endless evil, and the two compete with each other, still as before, it is difficult to distinguish between them.

The three sects of Nanque Continent made a move, but they were dragged by Emperor Tian, and the two major sects of West Tiger Continent fought among themselves, but they were all wise and did not let their disciples also participate in the war.

If everyone entered the battle, the place would be chaotic, death was inevitable, and before they entered the Yin Ruins, there would be a large number of casualties, which was not what they wanted to see.

Looking at the scene at the scene, An Li frowned and said, "What now?"

Wang Chu's face sank like water, obviously the current situation was a little unexpected to him, he thought that people from other continents would make a big move, then they could fish in troubled waters, but now except for the Holy Son, everyone else is still moving.

"I'm waiting and seeing, the three major forces of Zhongyao Continent haven't arrived yet, maybe there will be a slight turnaround at that time. After a little silence, Wang Chu still didn't dare to be careless and made a decision.

No more than other continents, if he chooses to make a move now, the Shura Hall and the Cold Ice Valley will definitely not let them go, and they will inevitably be investigated to the end.

If the Tianyang Sect had a teleportation channel to Fengyang City, he would not be afraid, a message could summon the high-level of the sect who was far away in Qinglong Continent, but now it was different, they had already formed a grudge with the Shura Palace, and the high-level of the Shura Hall would definitely not let the high-level of the sect continue to use the teleportation holy ban.

In other words, the fifty people of the Tianyang Sect have been completely isolated, and unless they form an alliance with others, there will be no reinforcements, so he has to be cautious, otherwise he will only be slaughtered by others.

The emperor stood high in the air, looking down silently, neither going down to persuade nor making a move against Wutian, but from those gloomy eyes, it could be seen that his heart was not calm.

In fact, he really wanted to go down and kill Wutian and get rid of everyone in the Shura Hall and the Cold Ice Valley to avenge the revenge of the day, but he didn't dare to act rashly due to the threat of the Cold Ice Order.

There is another reason, the old twelve and other great venerables are just outside Fengyang City, with their cultivation, as long as they get the news of the Shura disciples, they can come in an instant.

In addition, there is also the teleportation holy forbidden, the Shura Hall can send people to come at any time, only the old twelve and three others, it gives him a headache, if you add the other nine great venerables, the Great Confucian Dynasty will not be directly served by a pot?

Unless the Forbidden Sect, the Instrument Sect, and the Wanbao Pavilion help, but if they were really willing to help, the emperor would not have compromised when they were outside the city.

At these times alone, Wutian's location was only three meters away from the giant gate.

The distance of three meters is only one step away, the little sword saint and the others are in a hurry, they rise up and attack with all their might, the emperor is full of momentum, every move is natural, not leaking, and not giving them any chance.

"Guiguzi, you really want to do this, but you know that Wutian's strength has increased greatly, and it is not good for you and me", the Buddha was angry and said.

"Ugly, dead bald donkey, now you're in a hurry? your true nature is revealed? Don't think that if you say a few words of rhetoric, this seat will let you go", Guiguzi said, sneering again and again.

Hearing this, the Buddha's face sank like water, and his murderous intent rose, as if he had entered a demon, and he made all his killing moves, without mercy, which was completely different from his previous compassionate appearance.

Guiguzi is powerful, he does not mess with himself at all, he is at ease, and from time to time he transmits sound and uses words to satirize, which makes the Buddha extremely angry, but he does not dare to attack in public, for fear of affecting the impression.

"Haha, I didn't expect it to be so lively here!"

A loud laugh sounded from the sky, and after that, fifty figures dressed in different costumes broke through the air, undisguised with undisguised momentum, rolling the essence of heaven and earth, alarming everyone.

"Someone broke through here, interesting, interesting!"

A burly man with a full beard, stepping on the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, came from the sky, his appearance was rough, his eyes were bright, his height was different from ordinary people, he could be compared with the dragon and tiger, and the muscles under his robe were high and bulging, full of explosive power.

The big man looked at the blood-colored storm under the giant gate, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he waved his big hand, and the heavenly painting halberd under his feet was blazing, like a round of flame and scorching sun, stabbing people unable to open their eyes.

Shout...

Turning into a divine rainbow, Fang Tian's halberd pierced the void, as if teleporting, it actually broke through the defense of Han Tian and the others, and went straight to the skyless, the terrifying edge made everyone present change color!

"Humph!"

Tiangang snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he actually ignored the oppression of the giant gate's momentum, the magic python's arm appeared, and his momentum increased suddenly, and every scale flashed with a metallic luster, hideous and terrifying!

"Stand down. ”

However, at this moment, Wutian's faint voice came out, Tiangang frowned, but he also stopped, and then turned around and stared at the person who came.

In the face of such a powerful attack, Wutian didn't even frown, he suddenly turned around, the flesh in the center of his forehead was torn, the third eye opened, and in a flash, the light flickered, and he directly engulfed Fang Tian's halberd, and the powerful momentum also disappeared!

This scene surprised everyone present, Fang Tian's painting halberd is a king divine soldier, and all of them have recovered, I am afraid that even the people of the Hundred Dynasties Dacheng period will not dare to touch it.

However, how did this person do it?

The blood-colored storm roared and swirled, drowning the skyless so that no one could see what was inside. In fact, this is also what he wants, the star realm is his biggest trump card, and it is better not to expose it if it is not exposed until the critical moment.

"If you make another move, don't think about taking it back, you can think that I am threatening you", Wutian's tone was flat, and the third light flashed, and Fang Tian's halberd shot out through the blood-colored storm.

After returning Fang Tian's painting halberd, Wutian did not delay at all, stepped out, and finally came to the giant gate, the ninety-ninth meridian quickly formed, floating on his forehead, flashing with brilliance.

At this moment, he felt that his vision had widened, he could see the scenery hundreds of miles away, and the speed of absorbing essence qi was almost a hundred times faster than before, and he sensed that his soul power was also about to move, and there was a sign of breaking through to the king-level soul power!

Not only that, Juyuan Ban, who gave him a headache, suddenly became enlightened, and many things that he didn't understand before became much simpler all of a sudden.

Even, he doubted that if he comprehended the Nine Palaces Killing now, within ten days, he would be able to comprehend thoroughly.

On the other side, the burly man made a move, and Fang Tian's halberd fell into his hand, and his eyes flashed with fine light.

Just before, this divine weapon that had been following him for many years suddenly lost contact, as if it had disappeared out of thin air, and it was as if it was trapped by some kind of enchantment, unable to sense, let alone summoned!

A young man next to the big man stared at the blood-colored storm unkindly, and said lightly: "Senior Brother Murong, this person is really a little arrogant, it is better for us to make a move together, these people can't stop it at all."

This person is the eldest disciple of the Sect Master, Murong Feichang!

"I heard as early as in the sect that the people in the Shura Hall are very strong, and there are many people, and now I really want to give it a try, can we have fifteen senior brothers, can we exterminate them all!" The other person spoke, full of contempt, without taking Han Tian and the others in his eyes at all.

"Hehe, it's kind of interesting. ”

Seeing this scene, the corners of Murong Fei's long mouth lifted, and he pouted with a touch of playfulness, he was the eldest disciple of the sect master, and his status was transcendent, as long as there were enough materials, there was no shortage of king divine soldiers.

However, this Fang Tian Painting Halberd was refined by him himself, and to him, it was of great significance and could not afford any mistakes.

In fact, this is not the main reason, but that Wutian has come to an end, and there is no point in stopping it now.

Murong Feichang turned sideways, looked at the two people next to him, and said with a smile: "Brother Gou, Brother Cang, have you seen how Wutian cracked my offensive?"

These two people, one is the genius of the forbidden sect, Gou Yaolong, who once competed with Wutian in the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion for the Nine Palaces, he is average in appearance, but he has an outstanding temperament, it is difficult for people to ignore, and he is shrouded in a vague momentum, this is the soul power!

Not far from him, a young man in Chinese clothes stood proudly, not as modest as the previous two, and his handsome face was full of pride, as if all things and people could not enter his eyes.

He is the son of the master of the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, Cang Zheng!

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