Fantasy_ Taking on the son of destiny as a disciple and conquering the world forever

“Rumble…”

The entire Red Moon battlefield was roaring, and the sword worlds merged with each other. The mighty power of the sword surged, the power of creation vibrated, and the power of the world surged. Thousands of sword worlds were all integrated into this chaotic sword bone. .

Han Yuyao understood that ordinary means could not block this immortal sword intention, so he directly integrated the thousands of sword worlds born in Yi Nian Wanjie into one sword, and used the Chaos Sword Bone to activate it, exerting its power to the extreme, brazenly Facing the immortal sword intent filled with killing aura.

“boom!”

The heaven and earth roared, deafening, as if two worlds were colliding.

The void turned into a black hole that swallowed everything, and large black cracks opened up between the sky and the earth. The turbulent flow of sword energy swept across the wilderness, scraping away hundreds of feet of the entire Red Moon battlefield.

“Buzz!”

The immortal sword intention between heaven and earth made a low buzzing sound, and quickly disillusioned hundreds of times in the void. In the end, it still failed to block the chaotic sword bone. The killing aura was completely restrained and re-entered Han Ziyan’s body.

Han Yuyao used the Chaos Sword Bone to send out a single thought that created thousands of worlds, and thousands of created worlds merged into one sword. Even this immortal sword intention cannot be resisted!

“impossible!”

Han Ziyan exclaimed in surprise, her beautiful face covered with an expression of disbelief.

She used the immortal sword intention at the bottom of the pressure box, but was still suppressed, causing her Taoist heart to be cast into a haze.

However, after the Chaos Sword Bone defeated the Immortal Sword Intent, it still contained extremely powerful sword power, piercing the void, shattering the world, and striking directly at Han Ziyan’s eyebrows.

“Buzz!”

The lone moon wheel flew out automatically, exuding the soft lunar moonlight, protecting the cold purple smoke within it.

“boom!”

The Chaos Sword Bone struck the Lone Moon Wheel, making an earth-shattering roar. The Lone Moon Wheel shattered into several pieces on the spot and scattered throughout the Blood Moon battlefield.

“The Lone Moon Wheel is a semi-sacred weapon, and it was shattered just like that? How cruel!” A genius in Xingyue City exclaimed.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for the Lone Moon Wheel to temporarily block the Chaos Sword Bone, Han Ziyan finally came to his senses and raised his hand to move upwards. The crescent moon phenomenon transformed into the national destiny of the Han Yue Holy Dynasty suddenly shone brightly, and the infinite national destiny turned into a gentle one. The moonlight instantly fell on Han Ziyan.

“Boom!”

The Chaos Sword Bones struck the moonlight transformed by the National Destiny, making a thunderous roar. Large areas of the National Destiny’s power were cut into nothingness, but more National Destiny’s power surged out.

After a long time, Guoyun Yuehua finally exhausted the power in the Chaos Sword Bone and blocked the Chaos Sword Bone.

Han Ziyan used the luck of the Holy Dynasty to block Han Yuyao’s single thought of the world, but it instantly consumed the luck of the country for a thousand years!

“brush!”

The National Fortune Moonlight that enveloped Han Ziyan disappeared uncontrollably and returned to the National Fortune crescent moon over Xingyue City, forcibly cutting off the connection with Han Ziyan and making her unable to use it anymore. The destiny of the country is at stake.

The vision of the Han Yue Holy Dynasty’s national destiny prevented Han Ziyan from a fatal disaster. It was impossible to let her squander it at will. The national destiny of the Holy Dynasty could not afford such consumption!

In Xingyue City.

Seeing this, Mu Qingyan cursed angrily: “Shameless! Han Ziyan, you are cheating! You are still a saint of the Hanyue Holy Dynasty, how can you not afford to lose?”

Mu Qingyan’s voice echoed throughout Xingyue City, and the faces of many monks from the Hanyue Holy Dynasty were burning, and they were too embarrassed to retort.

Luo Qianqian was also filled with indignation and cursed Han Ziyan for being shameless.

Chen Wenli sighed softly: “This is the capital of the Hanyue Holy Dynasty and Han Ziyan’s home court. Fairy Jade should have expected this to happen! It is really difficult to kill Han Ziyan here!”

Deep in the ancestral mausoleum, an old voice shouted angrily: “Han Yuyao! That is the national destiny of the Holy Dynasty. Do you really dare to kill it?”

Han Yuyao raised her hand to recall the Chaos Sword Bones, and responded coldly: “She and I have a personal grudge, but she mobilized the national destiny of the Holy Dynasty. Why don’t I dare to kill her?”

The ancestor in the ancestral mausoleum was silent for a moment and sighed: “That’s it! Compared with the future of the Holy Dynasty, personal grudges are not worth mentioning! Your Supreme Sword Bone has been retrieved, why bother to kill everyone again? The death of any one of them will be an immeasurable loss to our Hanyue Holy Dynasty!”

“The future of the Holy Dynasty, what a future of the Holy Dynasty! Where were you when my bones were dug out? I don’t want such a future of the Holy Dynasty! Today, I will kill her!” Han Yuyao was not moved at all, with murderous intention monstrous.

“Presumptuous! How dare you talk to the ancestor like this?” Holy Lord Hanyue’s angry roar came from the imperial city.

Han Yuyao responded domineeringly: “What does it have to do with you?”

Han Ziyan glanced at Han Yuyao with an empty look, and said in a cold tone: “I can’t believe that you have grown to this point! However, in the blood moon battlefield, no matter what you do,

No matter how contrary to heaven, he is nothing more than a grasshopper after autumn! ”

“Buzz!”

As he spoke, a blood moon suddenly appeared in the purple seal between Han Ziyan’s eyebrows.

With the appearance of this blood moon, an ancient and desolate atmosphere appeared in the depths of the Red Moon battlefield, as if it had come across endless years, deep, vast, like an abyss or an ocean.

The entire Red Moon battlefield was like an ancient ferocious beast resurrecting, with all kinds of vast phenomena emerging from the heaven and earth. The ancient gods were shot and exploded by divine arrows from the sky, the golden unicorn was pierced by a pitch-black spear, and the young supreme king was struck by a blood-stained sword. open……

“The Red Moon battlefield has revived?”

“What a powerful pressure! I didn’t expect that the Saint of Cold Moon could revive the Red Moon Battlefield! No wonder she chose to fight against the Jade Fairy on the Red Moon Battlefield!”

“The Scarlet Moon Battlefield is the transformation of a quasi-sage of the way of war after his death. If the Saint of Hanyue can mobilize the principles in the Red Moon Battlefield, she might be able to kill even the gods! This is so unfair to Fairy Jade! ”

“The Saint of Hanyue is a lord, and she can mobilize the Tao of the Red Moon battlefield to bless her body, which may be comparable to the gods! In this battle, the Jade Fairy is in danger!”

“This battle is so exciting! It’s really worth the trip!”

…

All over Xingyue City, many geniuses were talking about it.

Mu Qingyan, Luo Qianqian and Chen Wenli all clenched their fists subconsciously, all worried about Han Yuyao’s situation, but there was nothing they could do.

The Red Moon battlefield has already opened, and even Quasi-Saints have difficulty breaking through it in a short period of time. Even if they worry, it will be of no use.

“It would be great if Master Uncle Jiang was here…” Mu Qingyan prayed secretly in her heart.

In the Red Moon battlefield.

The entire battlefield was filled with ancient principles, and the everlasting fighting spirit surged toward Han Ziyan like a tide, condensing around him into a pair of deep-colored bloody battle armor.

Han Ziyan has an innate Taoist fetus, and her temperament should be otherworldly, but at this time, she is like a female war goddess with overwhelming evil power, and her aura is chasing the gods!

Han Ziyan’s face was cold, she looked down at Han Yuyao with a condescending attitude, and said indifferently: “Seventh sister, you have to understand that there is no fairness in this world! After you die, all the Chaos Sword Bones on your body will be gone. be mine!”

“fair?”

“Since I dare to come to Xingyue City, I never expect fairness!”

“This is your biggest support, right?”

“Nothing more than that!”

Han Yuyao’s voice was like the sound of a sword, and the aura on his body surged wildly. The invisible and immaterial origin power of the sword was drawn towards him, and the billowing sword intent shot straight into the sky.