urban immortal

Chapter 880
Under the darkness of night, the land was in a mess, and there were at least hundreds of kilometers of destroyed trees, but none of these could compare to being in a clearing in the distance.

Although there are a lot of people here at the moment, no one dares to take a step in the middle, because there is a master of the Mahayana peak there, who will die in the past!
A tyrannical aura emanated from the white-haired old man, and the opponent's peak strength was so overwhelming that people dared not breathe, and even the surrounding air froze a little.

This kind of master is infinitely approaching the level of crossing the catastrophe, and belongs to the existence of invincible hands under the crossing catastrophe. Wherever he goes, people admire him, but now, a ginseng king appears, and even Mahayana masters can't stand it. up.

On the ground, Xiaobing's death face was serious, looking at the other party seriously, Zhou Zi's eyes stayed on Li Yu, even if the other party was a master of tribulation, she would not look at him again.

Under Ginseng King's repair, Li Yu's chest was almost healed, and the corroded lightning inside disappeared, and Li Yu's frowning brows eased.

The Mahayana old man squinted his eyes, and after a while, he said: "Sure enough, it is the ginseng king. The old man still has a hundred years of life. If you get this ginseng king and get ten thousand years of life, you will definitely be able to aspire to the pinnacle!"

"It's a beautiful idea!" Xiaobing's face was cold, and he took out snow beads in his hand, and the icy cold air permeated the air. The white-haired old man's complexion remained unchanged. The air is all stopped.

Those onlookers had no choice but to start backing up again, and stopped after tens of thousands of meters, looking at the battle circle with horror on their faces.

The terror of Mahayana masters is unquestionable, and they can destroy a thousand miles away with just a raise of their hands. If they didn't want to see whose hands this ginseng king would fall into in the end, they would have been hiding far away.

In the battle circle, that snow bead was suppressed for the first time, and Xiaobing had to give up using it, otherwise it would be very difficult for her to move.

Beside him, the god of death roared, his body's evil spirit surged, and he rushed over like lightning, slamming down with the sky-thundering ax in his hand, and the aura of tearing space came to the Mahayana old man in an instant.

With a disdainful smile, the Mahayana old man flicked his sleeve robe, the invisible force shattered the attack, and then grabbed it with the palm of his hand, as if the god of death was imprisoned, and the speed of action began to slow down, as if he had fallen into a quagmire.

"drink!"

The icy frost cut down from the sky, passing through the space and directly appearing on the head of the Mahayana old man, but the opponent didn't lift his eyelids, his shoulders trembled, and the strong true energy turned into bursts of bursts and shot towards him, directly hitting After wearing the frost, it hit Xiaobing.

flutter!
Xiaobing spat out a mouthful of blood mist, and after the opponent flew tens of thousands of meters away, the soles of his feet suddenly collapsed on the ground, his cheeks were extremely cold, and the frozen sword in his hand trembled, a palpitating cold force began to flow As the space spread, looking from a distance, the entire space seemed to be frozen.

"what?"

"This sword is very special..." The Mahayana old man finally looked squarely at it, and with a push of his palm, the god of death flew upside down, then his body trembled, and the ghost disappeared in place. In front of Bing.

"Show me this sword." When the other party's voice fell, a fluttering palm had already grabbed it. In an instant, the terrifying frost shattered, and the long sword in his hand flew into the opponent's hand.

"Give it back to me!" Xiaobing yelled, clenched his palms, and slammed his fists hard, and the ear-piercing sonic boom sounded at this moment.

"Get out." The Mahayana elder shouted coldly, and quickly slapped Xiaobing's shoulder with his palm. The terrifying force sent Xiaobing flying high into the sky, and blood stained that white dress red.

hum!
With a flick of a finger, the Frozen Sword trembled, the old man's eyes were shining brightly, and he was about to use his spiritual sense to check it out, when the murderous aura came from behind, and the hairs all sprung up.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort in his mouth, the thick zhenqi turned into a barrier in front of him, turned his head, and the ax struck the barrier. Although he trembled a little, it still didn't shatter in the end.

"Very good! You two are very special, why don't you follow the old man and wait for the old man to win the tribulation and protect you..."

Just halfway through the old man's words, the God of Death's eyes were bloodshot, and the tyrannical aura intensified again. The ax in his hand emitted a dazzling red light, and the crumbling barrier made a slight clicking sound.

"Huh?" The Mahayana old man finally showed a trace of dignity, and at the moment the barrier was shattered, the ax struck his forehead with blood.

In an instant, the brilliance flashed, and the ax stayed a centimeter away from his forehead, no matter how the blood glistened on it, it couldn't survive any further.

"If your strength is stronger, it's really... just a pity." The Mahayana old man shook his head, and slowly let go of his palms. A hole was broken in Death God's chest, blood sprayed out like a water column, and his feet kicked back ten steps.

"Cough..." A mouthful of blood was spat out from his mouth, and the **** of death slowly opened his blood-red eyes, his momentum slowly increased, and a phantom slowly appeared above his head.

The Mahayana old man let out a surprise, slowly lowered his arms, looked up at the phantom in the sky, and frowned.

As the phantom became more and more solid, an aura of ancient vicissitudes appeared and permeated the entire sky. Similarly, that terrifying coercion also caused the ground to sink deeply.

"You actually got his inheritance!" At this time, the Mahayana old man suddenly exclaimed, but the one who answered him was the deathless eyes.

In these eyes, the other party ignored the world, and the aura of dominating the world slowly appeared. The wound on his chest began to heal visible to the naked eye, and the huge figure with a height of one hundred feet above the wound became extremely solid, as if a real person appeared.

This figure was wearing luxurious clothes, although the face could not be seen clearly, but the aura of dominating the world has not weakened in the slightest.

"It really is you, Jun Wuxie!" the Mahayana old man said word by word, and his face also showed a rare dignified expression.

The word Jun Wuxie caused an uproar among the onlookers. This name was a bit unfamiliar to them, but it was not unfamiliar to some elderly people.

Jun Wuxie was born tens of thousands of years ago. During the peak period of Mahayana, he killed a few masters who crossed the tribulation, but after the other party passed the tribulation, he actually went to challenge the legendary Sanxian.

No one knew the final result, but Jun Wuxie also disappeared so far, but he did not expect that the extremely mysterious Jun Wuxie would appear in this way again, and it seemed that the other party's inheritance was obtained by the god of death.

Jun Wuxie once swept across the world of comprehension. Hearing his prestige made people tremble, but now he appears in the form of a phantom, and the people who have fallen have lost their souls.

Jun Wuxie's phantom with his hands behind his back, his hundred-foot-tall body standing quietly above the void, as if he was looking down on the land, but the God of Death's eyes were indifferent to the common people, and he could not see the slightest human emotion.

Snapped!
Lifting the sky-thundering ax in his hand, the surrounding space was shattered, and a palpitating power appeared, the eyelids of the Mahayana old man jumped, and his heart gradually became dignified.

Click!

Just as Death's arm was slowly raised, the blood on the ax shot into the sky, and the surrounding space also showed signs of collapsing because it couldn't bear the force.

"Impossible! This move is Jun Wuxie's skill, you are just imitating it!"

The Mahayana old man seemed to have thought of something, and after screaming, an iron sword appeared in his sleeve robe, and a cold air appeared, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared on the head of the God of Death.

clang!
After this sword light struck, it was smashed into pieces in an instant, and Death's body became extremely hard, and it was difficult for ordinary sword lights to hurt.

"I don't believe that even you, a dead person, can't be dealt with!" The Mahayana old man sternly yelled, and then flew his arms, and the true energy in his body burst out, and finally turned into a thousand-foot-long giant python, tearing apart the space, and directly Appeared in front of death.

"To the old man to die!"

A grinning sound sounded, and the Mahayana old man slashed forward with all his strength, and the thousand-foot python also opened its terrifying mouth, and directly bit down on it.

"Devouring the world!"

An ice-cold voice came out of his mouth slowly, and the god of death struck down with an ax expressionless, and slowly, without the slightest fluctuation in space, he looked at the giant python's head.

The next moment, the whole world was silent, and about three seconds later, there was a cracking sound, and the giant python's head shattered, and finally exploded with a loud bang.

The moment the giant python shattered, the Mahayana old man turned pale, his breath became disordered, and he stepped back two steps.

The Grim Reaper looked at the other party expressionlessly, with no emotion in his pupils, and struck down with an ax lightly again.

Facing this axe, the Mahayana old man didn't dare to be careless in the slightest, and took out a few magic weapons in his hands to guard in front of him, and at the same time took out some runes, which turned into streamers of light and shrouded his head.

But these things, under the axe, everything was just a passing cloud, and they were smashed without any hindrance, and under the terrified eyes of the Mahayana old man, they smashed on his body.

Boom!

A beam of light burst out, piercing through the opponent's body, and the Mahayana old man didn't even let out a scream, but it exploded into scum, and the beam of light flew tens of thousands of meters away, directly leveling a mountain.

After a moment of dead silence, the chaotic smog also disappeared, the moon and stars appeared in the sky, and the figure hundreds of feet above his head gradually disappeared.

After everything calmed down, the **** of death burst out with blood mist, and then quickly fell towards the ground.

Swish!
A figure caught the other party, then dodged to the ground, quickly took out the pill and swallowed it for the other party.

"Is the old man dead?" Zhou Zi asked indifferently.

"Should be dead." Xiaobing looked up at the sky.

On the ground, although Li Yu's chest injury has been completely healed, there is no sign of waking up. Ginseng King stands on the ground with an innocent face, his expression is a little weak.

"Why hasn't brother Li Yu woke up yet?" Xiaobing asked worriedly.

"I don't know." Zhou Zi shook his head, tightly grasped the other party's hand, and said in a low voice, "Brother Li Yu, you must be fine. Something happened to you, what should we do?"

"Haha! Found something good!"

A roar of thunderous laughter sounded, and the next moment everyone looked dull, a big man exuding black air appeared, and the opponent grabbed it, and the ginseng king fell into the opponent's hand.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then Xiaobing shouted loudly: "Bring the Ginseng King!" The other party was about to rush over, but Reaper weakly held him back: "We are no match for this man."

"It really is the ginseng king, tsk tsk, this trip is really worthwhile." The big man laughed, and the ginseng king in his hand struggled to leave, but it was all in vain.

"This person is Du Jie..." Death God gasped for a few breaths.

(End of this chapter)