The puppet Shenmu of the late Jindan realm can't even block the opponent's move, I'm afraid that Wang Tong's strength has already exceeded the scope of the early stage of Yuanying.

Lu Chen's brain was spinning extremely fast, and he thought of this the moment Wang Tong appeared. From this, he was even more surprised.

In fact, not only him, but also the six major masters of Xugu, Qingjing, Langyue, Yuxu, Luo Min, Geshan, and Lin Mo'er of the Immortal League, could all feel the huge coercion released from Wang Tong's body. This kind of pressure is not comparable to the power of the Yuan Infant hidden behind the Six Great Immortal Sects and the Immortal Alliance.

"Could it be that Wang Tong's strength has reached the middle stage of the Yuan Infant?" everyone was in their hearts, and the surprise in their eyes could not be concealed at all.

It is difficult to cultivate, it is difficult to go to the blue sky, the gap in the realm is more and more obvious the later it is, and the master of the middle stage of Jindan has been able to fight several great Jindan early stage without losing with the power of one person. Not to mention the difference between the middle and early Yuan infant periods, plus the wind bull beast that had been kept in captivity by Wang Tong for three hundred years had also broken through to the early stage of the Yuan Infant period, I have to say that the strength behind the Guiyuan Sect has reached the point of being the first in Dongzhou.

The cool breeze blew on his face, and the murderous aura contained in it naturally came from the red and white robe Wang Tong's body, and the eyes of the torch swept at the top of Lingxiu, and saw that the veins of the Guiyuan Holy Mountain were damaged like a house, and the seven orifices of anger were smoking, and the anger was unquellable. A wide robe quickly swelled up from the inside out, and the mana filled inside almost rushed out.

Wang Tong has been in retreat, and only his beloved disciple Xiang Ning is responsible for external communication, and it is just at the critical juncture of Wang Tong's retreat, studying an immortal method. Although he heard the roar outside and screamed again and again, he didn't think that the Guiyuan Sect was leveled at all. I thought that the plan that had been accumulated for 300 years had begun. But who would have expected that when he completed the retreat, everything in front of him was completely in tune with the thoughts in his heart.

Dozens of black cloud locks linking the major mountains have all been blasted, Lingxiu, Wuyuan, Lingjue, Nanwu, and Beiyou's five peaks have all collapsed, the Guiyuan Temple has been bombed into powder, and tens of thousands of Guiyuan Sect disciples have all died tragically in the mountains and valleys.

"What's going on?" Wang Tong shouted angrily.

Seeing this, Cao Yu flew forward in shock, fell to his knees with a thud, and cried about the incident.

After Wang Tong listened, his bloody eyes that became crimson fell sharply on the black cloud in the distance, and his old face full of oil shiny shook involuntarily, and shouted, "Dayan Immortal Technique?"

Wang Tong's eyes were sharp, and his fierce momentum surged out: "I didn't expect it to be the Great Yan Immortal Technique." Good, good, good~"

Three good words in a row, the voice was stronger than the other, and as the shouts spread far away, the dozens of thick black cloud locks that had been broken suddenly rose slowly from the edge of the mountain.

The clouds locked in all directions, and as soon as they appeared, they were like the roots of plants, stretching out countless slender and slender black air cables, which imitated substance, spread out and dispersed in all directions, and then, countless black air cables rose from the ground and plunged straight into the clouds, and everyone looked at the past, there were thousands of them, each of which exuded a rich aura, connecting with each other, forming a huge □□ array composed of black gas, which trapped everyone present.

"Seal the Cloud Lock Immortal Array?"

The magic circle was condensed, and the monks present all felt that the mana in their bodies was suddenly pressed by an extremely powerful pressure, and they couldn't exert half of their original strength. Many of the monks seemed to realize something, and roared towards the outside of the circle, but when he hit the edge of the circle, the pressure directly crushed it into powder.

"Originally, I planned to leave the six immortal gates here today, but I didn't expect the old man to be lucky enough to meet the heirs of the Great Yan Immortal Formula, since this is the case, then let's fight to stay~"