Covering the sky starts from the mortal body

Chapter 456 Receiving Li Xiang, the Holy Maiden of the Palace of Disillusionment
"Now that the matter has been over, you still want to bring up the old matter again. Could it be that you want to use the power of the God King to suppress my Palace of Disillusionment?" As she spoke, Saintess Li Xiang sent out a force of disillusionment, and her whole body was on guard.

"The disciples of the Palace of Disillusionment chased me down like this and didn't make any compensation. I'm very unhappy." Zhang Wenchang said.

"My Disillusionment Palace disciples are not the only ones chasing you, right? The ones who are really chasing you are the Yaoguang Holy Land, the Ji Family, and the Zifu Holy Land. If you dare not go to them, take revenge on our little sect?"

"I, the Palace of Disillusionment, are also the supreme sect in the Northern Territory, and have produced saints before. I am not weak and can be bullied. If you want to treat me as a weakling, I am afraid you have found the wrong person." Saintess Li Xiang said solemnly.

"Those who don't open their eyes, I will teach them a lesson one by one until I convince everyone." Zhang Wenchang said.

Rumble.

Zhang Wenchang's thunder vision unfolded instantly, and countless purple thunder struck Li Xiang.

Li Xiang had been on guard for a long time, his whole body was covered with the power of disillusionment, and a vision of the domain of disillusionment rose instantly.

She turned out to be a genius who had cultivated a vision, and the dense Dao pattern on it was able to stand up to Zhang Wenchang's vision.

Zhang Wenchang discovered that her vision was very special. His own vision had part of the attributes of the Eucharist, which could destroy other people's visions.

And Li Xiang's vision of the field of disillusionment exudes a strange power, with some mysterious dao patterns shining, colliding with Zhang Wenchang's vision of thunder and hell, it did not disappear immediately, but burst out on the ground. deep ravine.

It seems that the technique of the Palace of Disillusionment has something unique, especially the mysterious dao patterns on it, which have a unique bonus to visions.

This woman has already entered the secret realm of transforming dragons, suppressing Zhang Wenchang in the realm.

"Zhang Wenchang, don't go too far. If you insist on provoking my Disillusionment Palace, I will kill you, and the God King will have nothing to say. I believe the God King is a sensible person." Li Xiang panicked. There are too many legends about the king of gods, she doesn't want to be the one who stands out and challenges the bottom line of the king of gods.

"You are saying that I am an unreasonable person!" Zhang Wenchang immediately forced his words.

Seeing Zhang Wenchang's behavior, Saint Li Xiang knew that today's battle was inevitable.

She acted first, one hand was filled with the power of disillusionment, instantly broke through the vision, entered the thunder vision, and slapped Zhang Wenchang with a slap.

Zhang Wenchang didn't make a move, a purple thunder slap automatically condensed in the void.

With a slap, he wiped out the black hand of disillusionment.

Zhang Wenchang waved his hand, and a purple thunder hand took shape, breaking through the realm of disillusionment and hitting Saint Li Xiang hard.

In an instant, a divine light flew out of her sea of ​​suffering, and a blue divine clock flew up against the wind, firmly protecting her inside.

The purple thunder big handprint slapped heavily on the blue divine clock, and a loud noise erupted.

"This tortoise shell is quite hard, and it looks like a good material." Zhang Wenchang said with a sneer.

One after another, the big thunder handprints slapped on it. The blue divine clock was unexpectedly strong. I don't know what material it was made of. Could it be her tool for proving the Tao?

Under Zhang Wenchang's continuous bombardment, the green divine bell was not drunk, and Li Xiang, who was hiding inside, was shocked and vomited blood.

Li Shengnv is currently in the early stages of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, and her cultivation level is one or two levels higher than Zhang Wenchang's, but obviously, the exercises she practiced are not the Great Emperor's scriptures, and her physique is not as good as Zhang Wenchang's, so she will soon fall into the disadvantaged.

Seeing that the Saintess of the Palace of Disillusionment was dying, a breath suddenly emerged from her body, and a powerful figure appeared instantly.

This is an old man with a majestic complexion, obviously he has been in the top position for a long time.

Judging from his clothes, he should be the Supreme Elder of the Palace of Disillusionment.

After he saw Zhang Wenchang, he quickly understood what happened.

The old man instantly rolled up the Saintess of the Palace of Disillusionment. Without saying a word, he opened a hole in the thunder vision and was about to leave through the air.

"She can't escape!" Zhang Wenchang snorted coldly.

The thunder vision instantly went berserk.

Thunder one after another condensed into a purple thunder sword.

Countless terrifying thunderbolts flickered above, and those thunderous swords seemed to be endless, besieging the saintess of the Palace of Disillusionment and the Supreme Elder.

The supreme elder activated the blue divine bell to emit divine light, and barely blocked the attack of the Thunder God Sword.

This imprint is just a wisp of spiritual consciousness bestowed by the Supreme Elder to save the saint's life. Under the attacks of countless thunderbolts, the energy contained in it is rapidly consumed, and he cannot escort the saint's escape from here at all.

"This little friend is quite merciful and forgiving among peers." The Supreme Elder seemed to be afraid of the God King and said with suppressed anger.

"Hey, I'm not here to kill your saint, what are you worried about?"

After Zhang Wenchang finished speaking, he controlled the purple thunder again and bombarded the cyan divine clock.

"You have repeatedly provoked the dignity of my Palace of Disillusionment. Even if I kill you, the God King must have nothing to say."

The Supreme Elder then turned into a black light and shot directly between Zhang Wenchang's eyebrows, intending to kill Zhang Wenchang's soul.

"Old dog, you are seeking death."

"Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes, Divine Injury!" Zhang Wenchang shouted lowly, and a dragon-shaped crescent flying blade flew out from between his eyebrows.

"Qing Emperor's forbidden secret technique?! Are you a demon?"

The wisp of spiritual consciousness of the Supreme Elder was cut off almost instantly, completely disappearing.

The Holy Maiden of the Palace of Disillusionment, the power of disillusionment in her body erupted in an all-round way, urging the blue divine clock with all her strength, and fled to the distance quickly.

Her body seemed to be covered with a layer of cyan battle clothes, and she was thousands of meters away in the blink of an eye.

She was running away desperately, taking advantage of the time the Supreme Elder bought him to escape.

"Can you escape?" Under Zhang Wenchang's feet, green lotuses were blooming, chaotic light flickered, and he chased after him in an instant.

Zhang Wenchang held up the goddess furnace and engraved Li Xiang's name on the small altar.

In an instant, the Goddess Furnace was like a black hole, exuding an astonishing devouring power.

Li Xiang, who had fled thousands of meters away, flew back involuntarily.

Even if she tried her best to control the cyan divine bell and tried to escape, it would be to no avail.

With a whoosh, it was sucked into the furnace of the goddess.

Zhang Wenchang flew into the furnace of the goddess, then broke through the void, and quickly disappeared here.

The energy fluctuations emitted during the battle here will definitely attract the attention of some Beidou passers-by. If they don't leave here, these guys will definitely leak the news again.

"Zhang Wenchang, what are you going to do? I am the saint of the Palace of Disillusionment, are you really not afraid of revenge from the Palace of Disillusionment?"

"I don't do anything, I just want to talk to you about life and ideals."

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