Sign in to the Heavenly Master Palace, the Downhill Is Invincible

"Om—"

The body of Guo Changjing's transformed dragon continued to expand, from a hundred feet to three hundred feet, five hundred feet, and a thousand feet!

"Roar--"

A boundless aura emanated from the giant dragon, and pieces of golden dragon scales exuded a chilling halo.

Canglong!

The king of monsters in the world, the final evolution of Jiaolong.

For a dragon to evolve into a blue dragon, at least the strength of the seventh level of a martial saint is needed.

"Come on, let me see how powerful your siren clan is!"

The blue dragon roared and hovered above the sea surface, the sea water was separated by endless pressure.

"Haha, after ten thousand years, my sea monster clan still has a chance to slay the dragon, which is rare!"

In the depths of the sea, long tentacles rose up one after another, and several boundless breaths rose.

"boom--"

Without the slightest hesitation, Canglong crashed down!

Those powerful sea monsters also directly attacked.

In the sea area, the waves rose hundreds of feet high.

"town--"

Su Zhanqiu and others had to retreat to the coastline to suppress the waves.

"Donghai, I'm afraid I really can't keep it..."

Looking at those extremely powerful sea monsters, Su Zhanqiu's expression was complicated.

...

Southern Wilderness, in the Light Gate of the Spirit Demon Realm.

"Boom—"

"retreat--"

"return to!"

Taoist Zixiao and Ziyi felt the weakening of the suppressing power of heaven and earth at the first time, but they were still a step too late.

At the moment when Tianxuan's suppressing power was weak, countless spirit monsters attacked, wounding and killing a large number of masters on Tianxuan's side.

"Get out—"

Zi Yi shouted, and the long sword in his hand turned into endless sword light, stopping all the monster races rushing to the light gate.

"Boom—"

Under the blow of a sword, all the monster races froze.

"puff!"

Zi Yi spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Junior Sister!"

Taoist Zixiao let out an exclamation, and slashed across the ten-zhang sword in his hand, forcing those demon clans back, and came to Ziyi's side.

"The power of heaven is weak, it can't be stopped..."

Taoist Zixiao said in a low voice.

"If you can't stop it, you have to stop it. These monster races have entered Tianxuan, what should we do with so many human races in Tianxuan?"

Zi Yi didn't look back, stood up, and the sword light in his hand transformed again.

"If you can't stop it, you have to stop it..."

Taoist Zixiao was stunned.

Looking at Ziyi Jueran's back, Taoist Zixiao whispered: "Just like when you helped me leave Jiuxiao Mountain?"

Zi Yi was shocked all over, didn't speak, but just swayed the sword light.

"Huh—" Taoist Zixiao breathed a sigh of relief, and said lightly, "Here, let me come."

Taoist Zixiao stepped forward step by step, his momentum constantly rising.

One step is like a mountain.

One step into the river!

"Junior Sister, what would have happened if I had stayed?"

Leave?

Zi Yi was startled and shook his head.

She doesn't know either.

Waiting for the brother to come back is an obsession.

But she really didn't know what would happen to her if her senior brother stayed behind.

have not thought.

"Hehe, I see."

"Junior Sister, take care—"

"Om—"

The sword light on Taoist Zixiao's body turned into substance, and the long sword was lifted up, not forward, but cut down on the top of his head!

"Cut—dust—fate—"

"Deng-xian-dao-"

Taoist Zixiao's figure was submerged by the sword light, but his aura rose instead of falling.

Martial Saint Fourfold.

Martial saint fivefold.

The sixth level of Wu Sheng.

Martial Saint Seventh Level!

It wasn't until the seventh level Martial Saint realm that his rising momentum stopped.

The sword light dissipated, and he stood there with an indifferent face.

"Junior Sister Ziyi,

You take them out. "

"Don't get in the way."

After finishing speaking, his figure turned into a hundred-foot sword light again, and he flew away.

His tone was cold and indifferent.

"Brother..."

Zi Yi felt a pain in his heart, he could hardly hold the sword in his hand.

Cut off the dust.

Myself, did I miss something?

—————

"boom--"

Zuo Qiuming retreated a thousand feet away, looking solemnly at the world below him where cracks and cracks were constantly appearing.

Without the power to seal the town, the Profound Sky World would be powerless to resist the endless demons.

"Haha, the power to seal the town in this world has faded." A Canaan alien with a pentagram on his forehead smiled.

"Canaan Baihe, I accept this love!"

"Don't worry, the origin of this world is enough for our three brothers to break through."

As the power of the Profound Sky World declined, the aura of those Canaanites continued to rise.

Zuo Qiuming, who was evenly matched before them, could only keep retreating.

"Boy, give up your sword and surrender, I still need a sword slave."

"Isn't it good to sell it for mining?"

"Haha, let's see who takes down this kid first!"

Three figures rushed towards Zuo Qiuming.

Zuo Qiuming clenched the long sword tightly, with a solemn face, his body turned into the light of the sword, and went up to meet him.

Sword cultivators, when fighting to the death, never retreat!

—————

Bailing Dayu, somewhere in the dark realm.

In a vast and silent hall.

"The Taoist Lord guarding the Great Domain of the Yongye Alien Bailing wants to go to the Tianxuan World, what do you think?" An indifferent voice sounded.

"Hall Master, the Yongye alien clan guarding Daojun is in the second level of Daojun, and can be called the strongest in this domain. According to the agreement of the hundred clans, it shouldn't have taken action." Another voice came out with some doubts.

"The Vice-Hall Master of the Shadows has sent news that the fourth emperor of the human race has appeared in the Profound Sky World, and he is suppressing the alien race of Yongye to prepare a holy son." Someone responded below.

"Prepare the Holy Son!"

"crazy!"

There was a low cry in the hall.

The second level of Daojun divides the world of yin and yang. This kind of power can sweep the Bailing realm.

The fourth emperor of the human race is doomed.

"It's just that the guardian Taoist came here and didn't even greet me at the Dark Soul Palace. It seems to be against the rules."

Someone whispered.

rule?

The rules are set by the Daoist Lord.

Second level Taoist, that is the rule.

Who can make him the strongest in the entire Bailing Dayu?

"Where is the Tianxuan world, how can I be a Daoist?" A voice sounded from above.

Being able to become a Taoist monarch is a world with profound background.

Tianxuan, the name is not familiar.

"Mysterious Sky World, I seem to have a little impression." Someone said.

"There were a lot of great powers in the Profound Sky World, and they were sealed off later. My Dark Soul Hall has been deployed there for nearly ten thousand years, presided over by Wu Changsheng, a disciple of the elders of the Dark Court."

"Impermanence has recently sent news that the Tianxuan world is about to collapse, a large amount of original power will be disintegrated, and endless resentment will be generated."

A world about to collapse.

There was silence in the hall.

This is not a small opportunity.

"I will go to the Tianxuan World to have a look."

"It's fine if you can't do it. It's not worth it for a second-tier Taoist monarch to snatch food for a broken world."

The first voice sounded, and then the hall fell silent.

—————

"Ancestor Ji Kang, are you willing to give up this treasure land?"

In the main hall of Zhongzhou Imperial City, behind Ji Kang, Ji Zishu's voice sounded.

"How does the deity do it, do you need to teach it?"

Ji Kang snorted coldly, staring fixedly at the figure sitting cross-legged on Yuanyuan.

He dare not fight.

Not reconciled.

"Old Ancestor, do you know why my Ji family's blood can also control this large formation?"

Ji Kang was taken aback by Ji Zishu's words, and quickly turned his face away.

"Old Ancestor, back then, my Ji family cut off the 100,000 blood of the former Qin Ying family, and then switched to the blood of the Ji family's direct line."

Ji Zishu looked at Ji Kang calmly, and said softly, "Ancestor, you can't control this big formation, it's because you don't have the blood power to control the big formation."

"And I have this bloodline."

"As long as you control the formation, you still have a chance, Patriarch."

After speaking, Ji Zishu bowed his head and remained silent.

First chance!

After staring at Ji Zishu for a long time, Ji Kang whispered, "What are you going to do?"

Since Ji Zishu came here, he must have a plan.

But no matter how conspiring he is, it's better than the ever-rising shadow.

As long as he masters the remaining center of the big formation, Ji Kang is sure to defeat Wujing.

"I want my ancestor to send me up to that high platform." Ji Zishu stretched out his finger and pointed to the high platform where the aura continued to dissipate.

If you go up to the high platform, you will be led away without a trace.

"You only have ten breaths. If you fail after ten breaths, I will turn around and leave." After Ji Kang finished speaking, his body was shrouded in golden light.

"boom--"

He flew towards Shadowless.

"Get lost!" Anger flashed on Ying Wu Ting's face, he raised his hand and slapped Ji Kang ten feet away.

Yuanyuan came first, he was too lazy to entangle with Ji Kang.

But as soon as Ji Kang's figure fell, he flew up again.

"court death!"

Ying Wuzong was furious, shouted loudly, and turned into a three-headed dog in the prison, one of its heads opened its mouth and bit Ji Kang's arm.

"Since you are courting death."

"Then tear it up!"

The remaining two heads of the three-headed dog roared and bit Ji Kang.

"Boom—"

At this moment, there was a soft sound from the high platform behind him.

The gushing original power continued to converge, and the runes began to light up.

One of the heads of the three-headed dog turned around, and what he saw was Ji Zishu lying in front of the high platform.

His blood flowed to the high platform along the cracks in the ground, dyeing the high platform red.

"Om—"

A Dao talisman culture is a chain, and it is locked towards the three-headed dog of the devil prison.

"Fool!"

The three-headed dog in the prison gave a low cry, with a look of disappointment on his face, shook off Ji Kang, and ran away.

When the power of the formation is restored, the source will be marked on him. If he doesn't run away, the source absorbed just now will return.

The chain didn't catch the three-headed dog of the devil's prison, and turned around to tie Ji Kang up and drag him to the high platform.

One after another, the source of power was pulled away from him, making his realm visibly lowered by the naked eye.

His face was rapidly aging, and his hair was turning pale.

"you you--"

Seeing the figure of Ji Zishu appearing in front of him, he raised his hand, but he could only lower it powerlessly.

"boom--"

The cracks between the sky and the earth that had opened at an extremely fast speed slowly slowed down.

The originally dissipated power of binding heaven and earth also began to recover.

It's just that the power of heaven and earth is weak, and it is impossible to repair the cracks in the sky.

"Little Heavenly Master, there is only so much I can do..."

Standing on the high platform, Ji Zishu's phantom figure whispered to himself.

Xu Cheng, who was far away in the void world, suddenly trembled and stood where he was.