Fairy way

Hearing this voice, the faces of the four of them became very ugly.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the old Huashen of Baidimen.

Ordinary transformation spirits can't stop the [-]% powerful divine fire formation at all. This is Zhu Qianjue's all-out attack, which can be said to be quite terrifying.

But even so, he still couldn't kill Lord Ying Tianzhen.

No wonder he didn't even bother to pass small news to other people in Baidimen.

Because these juniors in front of him are not worthy of his help.

Even if they are all top talents, so what.

Simply vulnerable.

At this moment, Lord Ying Tianzhen is like an emperor in the world, ruling the world, overlooking the earth from above the clouds, his terrifying gaze makes people frightened.

"I admit that you have caused me a lot of trouble."

He was condescending, and walked slowly down the sky indifferently.

The mighty imperial prestige spilled out.

The current Yingtian Zhenjun, with golden light blooming all over his body, is surrounded by nine real dragon auras. He is indescribably expensive, extremely powerful and domineering, and makes people want to worship him.

His expression didn't fluctuate at all, as if everything that just happened was just an illusion.

"But it's limited to this." Ying Tianzhen said slowly: "You don't really think that I am as useless as those ordinary deities, do you?"

He is an elder with a very high seniority in Baidimen.

It also controlled the secular dynasty for hundreds of years.

This gave him endless imperial power, which became a boost on his journey of cultivating immortals. His strength was unfathomable, and he had already begun to explore the realm of fusion.

Ordinary Transformation Gods are not worthy to be compared with him at all.

If it was another avatar, maybe Zhu Qianjue and the others' combined attack would have succeeded.

But it's really a pity.

"It's a pity that you are not my disciples of Baidimen." Yingtianzhenjun showed a rare regret on his face: "The rare girl of the sky, the legendary ultimate fire root, broke the shackles of the cultivation method and walked out of her own. There are geniuses on the fairy road, and evildoers who possess the charm of the Dao, but can distort the Dao with their lowly Daoist deeds."

If one of these four people can stay in Baidimen, maybe they can keep Baidimen for thousands of years without any worries.

It's a pity.

It's a pity that Jiang Bufan died in Ziyue's hands.

Otherwise, if it grows up, it may not be so bad.

Thinking of this, the killing intent in Lord Ying Tianzhen's eyes became more intense.

These people are damned.

"This is terrible." Yun Zhilan frowned, and the Halloween map in his hand vibrated inexplicably.

This is the treasure left by the Lord of All Saints.

It can evolve the avenue and predict fortune and misfortune.

It is a rare treasure comparable to the heaven-reaching Lingbao level.

This shows that they have no chance of winning.

The Wansheng figure turned into a ray of light and galloped away, shedding endless bright rays of light, evolving into the heavens, as if there were vaguely gods and demons in the sky.

All this seems to be trying to slow down Ying Tianzhen Jun's footsteps.

But Zhenjun Yingtian shattered countless phantoms with just a wave of his hand, and the Wanshengtu was severely damaged and flew back into Yun Zhilan's hands.

"I'll stop him." Shi Chong said in a deep voice.

After all, he wanted to move forward again.

But Ziyue stopped him: "Don't be brave, you blocked Zhenjun Yingtian's attack just now, you consumed too much spiritual power, you can attack twice at most, you will definitely die."

Shi Zhong paused and could only remain silent.

Yes.

No matter how strong his defensive power is, he still has to abide by the rules of heaven and earth.

No matter how much pressure you can withstand, you have to consume as much spiritual power.

"You go first, I have a way to stop him for a while, enough for you to escape." Ziyue once again had a brilliant glow.

As if returning to the light, she became bright and magnificent again, and her whole person was as pure as an exile.

And the nine-colored neon clothes on her body also disappeared at this moment, and then floated up as if about to turn into something terrible.

Zhu Qianjue was surprised: "Sister Ziyue, you..."

"You guys go first." Ziyue turned her head and smiled slightly: "My good sister, don't disappoint my sister's wishes, otherwise I will die in vain. The matter of revenge will be left to you."

After all, Ziyue seemed to have made some decision, and went to meet that Yingtian Zhenjun.

Zhu Qianjue's eyes turned red: "No, Sister Ziyue."

But she obviously couldn't stop Ziyue at this moment.

Ziyue went forward without hesitation, as if she was ready to fight to the death.

And at this moment, a voice came.

"Why bother, this nine-colored neon dress was made by Jiang Chen, the lord of the Qingyun Sect, who took thousands of colorful clouds and refined it for 49 days, and even contained a breath of chaos in it. It would be a pity if it was ruined just like that."

A strange voice that could not tell the difference between male and female came.

Everyone was stunned.

Ziyue was also a little surprised.

The nine-color neon clothes contained a breath of chaos, and not many people in the Qingyun Sect knew about it, let alone outsiders.

She was just about to mobilize the chaotic energy in it and make a desperate fight.

But it was seen.

But the person who spoke was not Ying Tianzhen.

Everyone looked at each other.

He found a black figure not far away, covered in a black robe, unable to see his true face clearly, and his aura was also very strange, with a hint of palpitating evil spirit in his thick and thick.

But obviously it doesn't feel strong.

Ying Tianzhen Jun sneered: "There are so many people who are sent to die, so who are you?"

"Ask who I am? Why don't you report your name first, otherwise it will be more troublesome to erect a monument after you die." The man in black said lightly.

"Hahahaha, a mere Nascent Soul junior dares to speak nonsense in front of me."

Ying Tianzhen laughed.

There is pity and sadness in the eyes.

And behind the man in black robe, an old man in white clothes came out, his appearance was ordinary, a little thin, but he was hale and hearty, smiling and leaning on a cane.

"Whether you want to talk nonsense or not is not up to you." The old man in white said slowly.

Ying Tianzhen Jun glanced lightly: "Shenhua? The method of hiding the breath is not bad, but unfortunately it is just like that. I will give you three breaths to think about it. You can either get lost or die."

There are not a few deities that he has killed.

Facing monks of the same level, he didn't have any fear at all.

The smile on the old man's face remained undiminished, and he walked towards Mr. Ying Tianzhen step by step with a cane: "It's very powerful. It's really rare to see through my disguise at a glance."

Mr. Ying Tianzhen's face was still disdainful at first, but soon became serious, and then changed drastically, and then it seemed to turn into panic.

"It is true that very few monks dare to talk to me like that." The old man in white said with a smile.

Space warping.

The avenue is in total disarray.

An invisible force locked on Yingtian Zhenjun.

Mr. Ying Tianzhen felt that the spiritual power in his body was melted by an inexplicable force, and it disappeared bit by bit, and he couldn't find it back.

"This is... Rongyuan Dafa!" Ying Tianzhen shuddered: "You are the ancestor of Yuanhua?! Impossible, you died 3000 years ago, how could you still be alive?"

"Patriarch Yuanhua? What a familiar name." The white-haired old man just sighed lightly.

"It's a pity that I'm just a bad old man who runs errands for others. Fortunately, I met a good employer, and I can receive some offerings every year to live a happy life."

"Old, really old."

"It takes so much effort to kill a transformation god."

"Sure enough, forcibly prolonging life by 3000 years will do too much damage to the original foundation."

The old man in white walked slowly.

It's like taking a walk after a meal.

Yingtian Zhenjun trembled all over, no longer the domineering and indifferent just now, he growled in panic: "No, let me go, I am Bai..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

He might have something else to say.

But there is no chance.

When the old man in white approached him at a distance of about ten steps, the power in his body dissipated for some reason, turning into a mummy and dust all over the sky.