Fantasy Prehistoric Supreme Through The Sky

The first thousand two hundred and fifty-two chapters, the key to the holy court!

The patriarch of the Scarlet Blood Clan was a young and tall young man who looked unusually handsome. Some women were sickly and beautiful. At this moment, their cheeks were glowing with reddish blood, adding a touch of strangeness.

The three tribes of Taikoo have always had good feelings, because they have existed in the Bahuang forces since the time of Taikoo, so they have been “sincerely united” to the outside world.

This time, the Butian Pavilion sacrificed the spirits, without the protection of the spirits, the Butian Pavilion was like a gold mine, waiting to be mined.

Where would the three clans miss such an opportunity? That naturally led people to come without hesitation, to destroy the Butian Pavilion and seize the treasures in the Butian Pavilion.

Butian Pavilion can stand in the wasteland for many years. Apart from the guardianship of the sacrificial spirits, it also has a profound background. There are countless treasures in the pavilion, and the King of Medicine is rooted in the holy courtyard.

Such a piece of fat, the three tribes of Taigu naturally did not want others to snatch it away, so when the Butian Pavilion sacrificed the spirits on the second day, they led their people to come.

Zhang Zhihuan’s heart was bleeding, and his eyes were full of anger. But now that the patriarchs of the Primordial Tribes join forces to attack, wherever he has the chance to fight back, it’s a blessing to be able to stop them. Those disciples who died in the Primordial Tribes , At this moment, it has been piled up into mountains, blood is flowing into rivers, and the entire Butian Pavilion is full of barbarians!

“Ten Thousand Sword Formations!”

Zhang Zhihuan once again used the Ten Thousand Sword Formation to temporarily delay the attacking speed of the Primordial Tribes. Ten Thousand Swords vacated, the void vibrated, and the white light was cold. An invisible force began to spread and spread. In a short time, the Primordial Tribe’s The patriarch shrouded.

The sword blade is like rain, forming a huge sword formation in the void, and the fluctuations of the Tao continue to spread. Under the pressure of this sword formation, the ordinary people of the three tribes had to choose to retreat, and even some people could not hold it. Kind of coercive vomiting blood and died.

The seven Elders behind Zhang Zhihuan hurriedly took action to clean up the enemies in the inner circle, and then hurried to help Zhang Zhihuan.

However, the patriarchs of the three tribes were not vegetarians, even though they were suppressed by the tens of thousands of swords at the moment. But they still walked towards Zhang Zhihuan step by step, stepping on the void, waves of energy unbridled swept in all directions, and the entire Butian Pavilion was reduced to a vast land.

“Boom!”

The three patriarchs shot together, and the three secret arts smashed towards the eyes of the Ten Thousand Sword Array like three meteorites, setting off a monstrous wave. The blade of the Ten Thousand Sword Array was instantly torn apart and shattered continuously, and an invisible force swept away in an instant. At that, Zhang Zhihuan blasted away, and the sky was stained with blood.

“Head!”

The seven Elders of Butian Pavilion did not receive much impact because Zhang Zhihuan was standing in front of them, but at this moment, seeing Zhang Zhihuan vomiting blood and flying, they were also terrified and hurried forward to rescue them.

But at this moment, Tuo Qi and the other two patriarchs once again made a move, with the treasure technique flying across the sky, and the tens of thousands of rainbows stunned the sky, bursting out a burst of dazzling light.

“go!”

Zhang Zhihuan yelled upon seeing this, asking them to leave here as soon as possible.

However, where the Jinghong went, the void was also trembling. Where did the seven Elders have a chance to escape, they were immediately hit, and the seven fell from the sky like birds with broken wings, and smashed into the dilapidated Tiantian Pavilion. middle.

Upon seeing this, Duo Qi immediately showed a complacent look on his face, and the figure flashed to Zhang Zhihuan’s body, “Old man Zhang, obediently said the key to the holy courtyard, maybe this uncle can spare you a little if he is happy. Life.”