Heavenly Lord Asura

The second is because whenever he opens up an extra meridian, his immunity to the aura emitted by the giant gate is stronger, so his actions are not prevented.

The giant gate is right in front of you, like a barren beast lying here, majestic and majestic like the ocean, shocking countless people, but unable to block Wutian's footsteps.

He walked steadily, moving forward step by step, and the 98 meridians under his skin, like pockets of fire dragons, shone with blood-red lights.

"He has entered the range of ten feet. Is it incredible that he can really walk under the giant gate!" someone exclaimed.

The battle between Di Tian and Zhan Feng began again.

The three of them formed a triangle shape, sandwiching Di Tian in the center, all kinds of means came out, the essence was surging, and the power was earth-shattering, but Di Tian's complexion was light and calm, and the powerful moves came at his fingertips.

In mid-air, a thousand swords aura is vertical and horizontal, tearing the world apart. The power of fire raged and burned everything. The power of the wood roared through the clouds, and a fierce battle began!

"Amitabha, the Buddha said, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and the back is the shore. This benefactor is already deep in demons. If he doesn't save him in time, he will surely harm the common people in the future."

At this time, he also chose to take action. The Buddha statue appeared above his head, and the Buddha's light shined all over the world, purifying the sin and evil between the heaven and the earth.

"Dead bald donkey, cat crying and mouse fake compassion, put away your disgusting face, and just say so if you are jealous, why do you pretend to be so, you want to stop him, this seat won't let you succeed!"

Guizong Guiguzi sneered again and again, the black mist on the surface of the body was steaming, as if the devil possessed him, an evil and cold breath, covering the sky and the earth.

The two cases are the overlords of Xihuzhou, each according to one side. It is not you who calculate me, or I cheat you. The hatred is deep as the sea and cannot be resolved. No matter where you go, they are destined opponents.

Seeing Gui Guzi suddenly intervened, there was a glare in Buddha's eyes, which was fleeting.

But I have to admit that Guiguzi's strength makes him quite jealous. The two of them did not know how many times they fought in Xihuzhou. In the end, they were almost equal, and no one of them had ever really won.

If it was replaced by someone else, it would make sense, but Buddhism is the nemesis of all evil things, and it can't control the ghost sect. One can imagine how strong its strength is.

The battle is on the verge, the devilish energy is overwhelming, and the dark clouds are rolling, as if a ghost is roaring, seductively. The Buddha shines in the sky, purifies the endless evil, and the two compete with each other, as before, it is difficult to distinguish the superior.

The three sects of Nanquezhou shot, but were dragged by Ditian, and the two major sects of Xihuzhou fought inwardly, but they were very wise and did not let their disciples participate in the war.

If everyone enters the battle, the place will be chaotic, death is inevitable, and there will be a large number of casualties before entering the ruins of the extremity, which is not what they want to see.

Looking at the scene, An Li frowned and said, "What should I do now?"

Wang Chu's face was as sinking as water. Obviously, the current situation was a bit beyond his expectations. He thought that people from other continents would take a big shot, then they could fish in troubled waters, but now except for the Saint Son, everyone else is standing still.

"Wait and see, the three major forces in Zhongyaozhou haven't arrived yet, maybe there will be a turn for the better then." After a little indulgent, Wang Chu still didn't dare to be careless and made a decision.

No better than other continents, if he chooses to shoot now, Shura Hall and Frozen Ice Valley will definitely not let them go, and they will definitely be investigated to the end.

If the Heavenly Sun Sect had a teleportation channel to Fengyang City, he would not be afraid. A message would be able to call the high-level sect in Qinglongzhou, but now it is different. They have already grieved with the Asura Hall, and the Asura Hall high-level will definitely not let it. Zongmen high-level, continue to use the transmission holy prohibition.

In other words, the fifty people of the Tianyang Sect have been completely isolated. Unless they form an alliance with others, there will be no reinforcements, so he has to be cautious, otherwise he will only be slaughtered by others.

The emperor stood high in the sky, looking down silently, neither going down to persuade him, nor taking action against Wutian, but from those gloomy eyes, it could be seen that he was not at peace.

In fact, he wanted to go down and kill Wutian and get rid of everyone in the Shura Hall and Frost Ice Valley in order to avenge the day, but due to the threat of Frost Ling, he did not dare to act rashly.

There is another reason. The old twelfth and other great venerables are just outside Fengyang City. With their cultivation base, as long as they get news from the Asura disciples, they can come in a flash.

In addition, there is also the Teleportation Sacred Forbidden. The Asura Hall can send people to come at any time. Only the three of the old twelve class makes him a headache. If the other nine sages are added, the Confucian dynasty will not be directly affected by it?

Unless the Forbidden Sect, the Qi Sect, and the Wanbao Pavilion help each other, if they are really willing to help each other, the emperor would not be able to ask for everything if they were outside the city.

In just these hours, Wutian's location was only three meters away from the giant gate.

At a distance of three meters, just a step away, Little Sword Saint and the others were anxious, rushing to attack with all their strength, the emperor's weather was wide open, every move was completely natural, dripping, and they did not give them any chance.

"Gui Guzi, you really want to do this, but you know that Wutian's strength has increased greatly, and it will not be good for you and me," said Buddha, angrily.

"Jie Jie, dead bald donkey, now anxious? Your nature is revealed? Don't think that if you say a few rhetoric, this seat will let you go," Guiguzi said with a sneer.

Hearing that, the Buddha's face was sinking like water, and his murderous heart rose, as if he had been in a demon, with all his ultimate moves, mercilessly, completely different from his previous compassionate appearance.

Guiguzi is powerful, has no self-confidence, is comfortable, and from time to time, he uses voice transmission and verbal satire to make the Buddha extremely angry, but he dare not attack in public, for fear of affecting his impression.

"Haha, I didn't expect it to be so lively here!"

A loud laughter sounded from the sky, and after that, fifty figures in different costumes broke through the air, unabashedly released, scrolling the spirit of heaven and earth, and alarming everyone.

"Someone is breaking through here, interesting and interesting!"

A burly man with a big beard, stepping on Fang Tian’s halberd, came from the sky, he looked rough and mad, his eyes were divine, his height was different from ordinary people, and he was comparable to dragons and tigers, and the muscles under his robe were high , Full of explosive power.

The big man looked at the **** storm under the giant gate, his eyes flashed with surprise, and then he waved his big hand, and the halberd light under his feet was blazing, like a blazing sun, which made people unable to open their eyes.

call out…

Turning into a divine rainbow, Fang Tian painted a halberd to pierce the void, like a teleportation, breaking through the defense of Han Tian and others, and going straight to Wutian. The terrifying edge makes the people present invariable!

"Humph!"

Tiangang let out a cold snort, his figure flashed, and despite the pressure of the giant gate, the demon's arm appeared, and the momentum suddenly increased. Every scale flashed with metallic luster, hideous and terrifying!

"Get down."

However, at this moment, Wutian's faint voice came out, and Tian Gang frowned, but stopped, then turned and stared at the incoming person closely.

In the face of such a powerful offensive, Wu Tian didn't even frown. He suddenly turned around. The flesh on the center of his forehead was torn. The third eye opened, and the light flickered. He directly engulfed Fang Tian's painted halberd. The powerful momentum followed. The smoke disappears!

This scene shocked everyone present. Fang Tian's painting of a halberd is a king's magic weapon, and it has all recovered. I'm afraid that even the great lords of a hundred dynasties will not dare to face it head-on.

However, this person can easily crack, how did he do it?

The **** storm roared and rolled, flooding the sky, no one can see the scene inside. In fact, this is what he wants. The Star Realm is his biggest trump card. It is best not to expose until the critical moment.

"If you make another move, don't want to take it back, you can assume that I am threatening you." Wutian's tone was flat, his third eye flashed, and Fang Tian painted a halberd through the **** storm. Burst out.

After returning Fang Tian's painted halberd, Wutian stepped out without any delay, and finally came under the giant gate. The ninety-ninth meridian quickly formed, floating on the forehead, flashing brilliance.

At this moment, he felt his vision widened, he could see the scenery hundreds of miles away, and the speed of absorbing the essence was almost a hundred times faster than before, and he felt that his spirit power was also about to move, and he was about to break through to the king-level soul. Signs of strength!

Not only that, but Ju Yuan Ban, which caused him a headache, suddenly became clear. Many things that he didn't understand before became much simpler.

He even suspected that if he now comprehends the nine palace lore, he will be able to comprehend thoroughly within ten days.

On the other side, the burly man made a move, and Fang Tian's painted halberd fell in his hand, his eyes gleaming.

Just before, this magic soldier who had followed him for many years suddenly lost contact, as if it had disappeared out of thin air, and it was as if he was trapped in some kind of enchantment, unable to sense, let alone summon!

A young man next to the big man stared at Scarlet Storm unkindly, and said lightly: "Brother Murong, this person is really a bit arrogant, it's better to let us shoot together, these people can't stop it at all."

This person is the great disciple of Sect Master Qi Sect, Murong Feichang!

"As early as in the sect, I heard that the people in the Asura Hall are very strong, and there are many people. Now I really want to try, our fifteen brothers, can you kill them all!" Another person said, full of people. The taste of contempt, did not put Han Tian and others in his eyes.

"Haha~www.readwn.com~ kind of interesting."

Seeing this scene, Murong Fei's mouth was raised, and he was a little amusing. He is the great disciple of the Sect Master, and his position is supernatural. As long as there is enough material, there is no shortage of kings and magical soldiers.

However, this Fangtian painted halberd was made by his own hands. To him, it is of extraordinary significance and there is no room for error.

In fact, this is not the main reason, but Wutian has come to an end, and now it makes no sense to stop it.

Murong Feichang turned sideways, looked at the two people next to him, and smiled: "Brother Gou, Brother Cang, have you seen how Wutian cracked my offensive?"

Of these two, one was a genius from the Forbidden Sect. Gou Yaolong, who had competed with Wutian for the lore of the Nine Palaces in the Wanbao Pavilion, was ordinary in appearance, but with outstanding temperament, it was hard to ignore. force!

Not far from him, a young man in Chinese clothes stood proudly, not as humble as the first two, his handsome face was full of arrogance, as if all things and people could not enter his eyes.

He is the son of the Master of Wanbao Pavilion, Cang Zheng!