no superior blood

Chapter 945
"What use is there for you to keep the useless waste."

In an instant, Yi Zhongping slapped three palms in succession.

Amidst the horrified expressions of Venerable Yan and the others, he struck the foreheads of the three of them with a palm.

The three of them stared wide-eyed, and their eyes were full of unwillingness. Obviously, none of the three of them thought that they would die in the hands of their own people in the end.

Zhuo Wenshu and Feng Yanran's expressions became more dignified. With their strength, they didn't see how Yi Zhongping made the move just now. What kind of strength did this person achieve?
Is it a genuine War Saint?
Looking at the nearly 20 Zhan Zun level powerhouses, the two were even more startled. These nearly [-] people were all masters above the late Zhan Zun level.

Moreover, the two felt a sense of coercion from these 20 people.

It is impossible for ordinary Zhan Zun level powerhouses to make them feel such a sense of coercion. Does it mean that none of the nearly twenty Zhan Zun level late-stage powerhouses have a bloodline below the divine rank.

"Who are you!"

Feng Yanran shouted sharply:
At this moment, Xue Mo and Xue Xiao seemed to have thought of something, their eyes suddenly rolled away, full of disbelief.

Zhuo Wenshu had sharp eyes, seeing the expressions of the two, he didn't know that the two must know each other.

Whoosh!
Zhuo Wenshu moved and appeared in front of Xue Mo and Xue Xiao.

"Looking at your expressions, you seem to know that person, who is that person?"

"If I guess correctly, that person is Yi Zhongping, the previous head of the Dragon and Tiger Sect."

Xue Mo stammered and said, in Xue Mo's impression, Yi Zhongping was just a somewhat weak sect master whose power was evaded by the Dragon and Tiger Gate, and he was probably dead.

Unexpectedly, when he reappeared, Yi Zhongping's strength had already reached such an unimaginable level, and there was such a strong man behind him.

Yi Zhongping?
Both Feng Yanran and Zhuo Wenshu exclaimed. Although they had never met Yi Zhongping, they still knew some things about Yi Zhongping.

Compared with the current person who exudes the aura of a cold and bloodthirsty powerhouse, the Yi Zhongping in their impression is simply cow dung on the ground.

At this moment, they finally knew why all the upper-level forces in the [-]th District were wiped out.

It was Yi Zhongping who came for revenge, and he returned in an absolutely powerful form.

Now, it's their Lingwumen's turn.

Feng Yanran clenched her hands tightly, if Qin Yang was here, he wouldn't have to worry so much.

Feng Yanran thought in a daze.

Immediately, Feng Yanran's eyes sharpened, since Qin Yang was gone, then she, Feng Yanran, would come to guard the Lingwu Gate.

Yi Zhongping waved the white feather fan in his hand, and enjoyed looking at Lingwumen's expressions of horror, horror, or solemn expression.

"Except for that beauty, everyone in the Lingwu Sect will be killed by me!"

Suddenly, Yi Zhongping's eyes sharpened, and his mouth burst into tears.

"Yes!"

Twenty Zhanzun-level powerhouses let out a roar, full of murderous aura.

Feng Yanran and Zhuo Wenshu looked at each other, and they both saw the determination in their eyes.

"The real body of the phoenix bird, condense!"

"**Pear Blossom Needle!"

drink!
The twenty Zhan Zun level powerhouses did not show any weakness, and a powerful momentum swept away from the 20 people.

Boom!

Among the twenty Zhan Zun level powerhouses, there are a total of three Zhan Zun level Dzogchen, five Zhan Zun level peaks, and the rest are all late Zhan Zun level,
Under the blessing of the low-level blood of the gods, the aura of the 20 people has been rising steadily, and the aura of all of them has surpassed the limit that ordinary War Sovereign-level Dzogchen fighters can achieve.

The three Dzogchen powerhouses at the War Venerable level are even more powerful than the Saint level.

If the three of them had mastered low-level battle skills of the divine rank, they would be able to compete with ordinary warriors who had just entered the battle saint level with a full blow.

It was almost the same as Zhuo Wenshu's full blow.

** The pricks from the pear blossom needle hit everyone, making a crisp sound, and then the pricks were blocked back.

After all, these people are quite strong, and only the needles that are hard enough to reach the high level of the Holy Grade cannot pierce their battle armor.

swish swish

Suddenly, 20 people spread their hands, or swords or axes or other types of weapons appeared in the hands of 20 people.

Zhuo Wenshu's pupils shrank again, and the grade of these weapons had all reached the lower grade of the divine grade.

"Damn it, this is something that can only be possessed by the forces in the first district, and in the first district, I am afraid it is also at the level of a big boss."

Zhuo Wenshu cursed angrily.

Facing the attack of the crowd, Zhuo Wenshu could barely cope with it due to his powerful power, but Feng Yanran couldn't do it. It can be said that the weakest among them is only slightly inferior to Feng Yanran. , but with the god-level low-level weapons, everything is different. In other words, Feng Yanran is not even as good as the worst one among the twenty Zhanzun-level powerhouses.

"Second brother, let's go too."

Gritting her teeth, Xuemo suddenly said, "

Xue Xiao froze for a moment, then nodded resolutely.

"Hmph, since you are an ant, you must have the consciousness of an ant. How can you intervene in the battle here?"

Yi Zhongping watched coldly as everyone in Lingwumen wanted to join the battle.

Suddenly, Yi Zhongping opened his right hand, and a terrifying suction suddenly came out.

"Soul-absorbing claw!"

boom!
"Damn it, my body is out of my control."

"What the hell happened?"

"Ah! My head hurts."

Panicked voices came from the crowd of Lingwu Sect, Xuemo was about to open his mouth to calm everyone, but unexpectedly a pain in the depths of his soul hit him.

It's as if the soul is going out of the body.

"Hahaha, ants, obediently offer your soul power to me."

Yi Zhongping laughed wildly: "Stop! Seven Heavens!"

"Crystal Tree of Life!"

Just when the souls of everyone in the Lingwu Sect were about to be completely sucked away by Yi Zhongping, there was a loud shout from a distance, and then seven super-hot light balls suddenly struck. After the super-hot light balls, there were several Crystal balls lined up in a brilliant attack in the shape of a tree of life.

Yi Zhongping's face darkened suddenly, and he quickly withdrew his soul-absorbing grasp. With a flash of his body, he dodged these two attacks.

Boom!

The attack landed on the ground, and there was a loud bang.

In Yi Zhongping's line of sight, two strange figures approached from the sky, with strange wings spread out from behind.

A bright and holy energy rippling out from the person, this bright power is even purer than that of the immortals.

The people who came were the Ultimate Angel Beast and the Holy Celestial Beast.

"Quack, are you the strange summons of Qin Yang? It's just right that you're here, and we'll get rid of you together."

Yi Zhongping groaned strangely.

Shaking the white fan in his hand, in an instant, like a sharp sword, white feathers burst out from the white fan.

The white fan in Yi Zhongping's hand has obviously reached the ranks of divine high-level weapons.

Cutting through the sky, the sword-like feathers mercilessly attacked the ultimate angel beast and the holy angel beast.

"God is broken!"

The ultimate angel beast shouted violently, and the sky suddenly became dark.

Rumble!
A series of thunderbolts descended as fast as lightning, landed beside the Ultimate Angel Beast, and exploded around the Ultimate Angel Beast, forming a purple thunder circle.

The sword-like feathers were actually intercepted, but the Ultimate Angel Beast knew that this was only temporary. At the moment, the Ultimate Angel Beast waved, and another thunderbolt fell from the sky, but the direction of the lightning attack this time But it was Yi Zhongping.

And on the side of Tiannv Beast.

A cloud of colorful bubbles, accompanied by a cold cry from the Holy Angel Beast, wrapped the Holy Angel Beast in it, which is the sacred skill 'Space Eden'.

The sword-like feathers bombarded it, as if they were bombarded with soft clay, and they were actually stuck to it.

(End of this chapter)