"kill!"

After a short silence, I remembered the shaking sound of killing.

The war started.

Li Hanfeng led the killer to a fierce battle with the eight hundred silver armor powerhouses, and Gu Yuan and Monkey King also took action.

"Brother, I'll help you block these craps!"

Monkey King used his free Yi Ji Gong, and the real body of the demon ape stood between the heaven and the earth, and the golden cudgel rod shook the heaven and the earth, majestic and majestic.

At the same time, the Holy Dharma of Fighting and Fighting is also fully executed, the endless Buddha light envelopes the golden ape, and the Sanskrit Buddhist language bursts from the mouth.

"Om, well, ne, ba, mi, hum!"

Six large golden characters, about ten thousand feet tall, enveloping golden Buddha light, the words are like thunder, bombarding the sky and the ground.

"boom!"

Monkey King's golden cudgel swept through thousands of troops, and hundreds of strong men were beheaded and killed.

The other side of the battlefield.

Gu Yuan leaped in the void, an inch of thunder in his palm ignited the power of heaven, and awe-inspiring righteousness stirred the outer starry sky.

Nine stars and galaxies struck across from outside the domain, piercing through clouds and fog, surrounding the sky, but in the blink of an eye, dozens of sage kings were killed here.

Gu Yuan's breath soared, although it was the cultivation base of the pinnacle quasi emperor, it was comparable to the divine power of the ordinary half-step emperor.

For a time, with the two as the center, a huge battlefield was formed.

After the golden cudgel and the one inch thunder swept across, there were only broken souls and broken flesh.

Wanmo Wufeng's battle shook the entire Wanmo family.

The main peak of the All-Spirits Sacred Mountain, the emperor is heavy, and countless powerful people flew above the void.

The masters of all sects gathered here, headed by the three half-step emperors, and the weakest ones all have the cultivation base of the pinnacle quasi emperor.

Below the void, there are constantly sages, sage kings, and quasi-emperor powerhouses appearing.

Faced with the siege of thousands of people, Gu Yuan and Monkey King stopped them all.

Lu Yi stepped out, no one can stop.

Xuanyuan Sword hung above his head, exuding a cold and sharp aura. Anyone who wanted to get close to Lu Yi was instantly beheaded without exception.

The sword domain stretches endless mountains and rivers, covering the holy mountain of all souls.

The indestructible sacred mountain in the legend could not resist Lu Yi's supernatural power at all. The mountain was shaken and thousands of palaces collapsed.

At a glance, the holy mountain is full of ruins.

"Fenger!"

Suddenly a tragic and angry roar resounded throughout the world, and then a powerful and majestic aura erupted from the sacred mountain.

"Lu Yi, you dare to kill my son, destroy my holy mountain, I want to punish your nine races, let your soul fall into the nines, and you will be forever!"

The figure of the coming man straddled the sky in one step, causing the void of ninety thousand miles to collapse.

Because there was no aura of restraint, there were some powerful saints from the Wanmo family who were accidentally injured and killed by Yu Wei.

"It's so powerful, I can't think of the cultivation base of the Wanmo Patriarch, who has actually reached such a situation, the head of the four big families, lives up to the illusion!"

"Fortunately, I didn't learn from that idiot Li Chuan, and went to fight with the Wanmo family, otherwise I am afraid that I will be in a different place now."

"At the same level, there are different levels of strength. Compared to me, the cultivation base of the Wanmo family has reached the sky."

Those powerful sects who came to the sacred mountain for a banquet were shocked to see this scene, especially the head teachers of the eighteen sects under the sacred mountain, each heart was frightened, and their souls were not possessed.

Everyone knows the ambition of the Wanmo family to annex these eighteen sects.

However, for thousands of years, even though the Wanmo family was so powerful, it was still unable to eat the 18 hidden Sejong gates in one go.

However, just recently, the ancestor Wanmo made another breakthrough in the realm, inviting all the suzerains to a banquet, saying that it was to punish the rebellious Li Chuan, but it was actually killing chickens and monkeys.

Everyone knows that the Wanmo family secretly plots the ancestral dragon inheritance, hoping that the strength of the Wanmo family will go further.

On the other hand, they want to annex the eighteen sects, and whoever dares not to follow will destroy them.

Li Chuan, the head of Biluotian, wanted to resist, but was easily defeated by Wan Mo Wufeng. Now that Zongmen was suppressed, his fate was even worse, and he was imprisoned in the sacred mountain, life and death.

And the person leading all this is the contemporary Patriarch of the Wanmo Family.

Patriarch Wan Mo stood in the void, with a silver-haired shawl, and wearing a large black robe with golden dragon patterns embroidered on the black robe. Observing carefully, these dragon patterns were made of dragon tendons, or royal dragon tendons!

"Are you Lu Yi?" Patriarch Wan Mo looked at Lu Yi and said in a deep voice.

The sound is more ear-sounding than Thunder.

Lu Yi ignored him and kept his eyes on his black dragon-print robe.

How many dragons did this **** kill...

A strong murderous intent rose in Lu Yi's heart.

"You are the ancestor of Wanmo?" Lu Yi finally replied, but he answered the wrong question.

As soon as the words came out, the Patriarch Wan Mo was furious, and before he even remembered to speak, someone behind him jumped out and cursed at Lu Yi.

"Blind your dog's eyes!"

"This one in front of you is the pinnacle powerhouse of the Wanmo family, a peerless genius for eons, the Patriarch of the Wanmo family who controls the 18 sects of the holy mountain, Master Wanmo Hongchuan!"

"It turns out that it's not the righteous master." Lu Yi's fighting spirit gradually became introverted, his eyes were indifferent, and there was a trace of contempt in his eyes.

The meaning is obvious, you rubbish, I am not at all interested.

Seeing his actions, Wan Mo Hongchuan was furious: "What an arrogant kid!"

boom!

The rolling emperor was crushed, and before he really took a shot, the rest of the onlookers would retreat one by one, and couldn't bear it.

Even the sect masters and head teachers of various sects need to use means to stand in the void.

As for the people whose cultivation base is below Zhundi, they shouldn't be close.

Divine power descends.

Wan Mo Hongchuan is like the master of the heavens and the earth, with just one look, everything can be destroyed.

The half-step emperor is divided into three stages, the first stage, the transformation stage, and the peak.

Layered by layers, it is like a moat that cannot be crossed, and if you kill the bottom with high, the ordinary half-step emperor is simply unable to resist.

It can be said that with some powerful methods, it can be invincible at the same level, but in the territory of Half-Step Great Emperor, wanting to fight more than one level is equivalent to a fantasy.

After practicing all the way, the closer to the end, the greater the gap. It is impossible to make up for the gap in realm by relying solely on some means.

Wan Mo Hongchuan in front of him had made a breakthrough in the realm of the half-step emperor and reached the realm of transformation.

Compared with Lu Yi, who was a half-step emperor at the beginning, it was a whole level higher.

"Half-step the great emperor's power of transformation is extremely terrifying, and I am afraid that I will have no chance of winning if I wait for it all together."

"The strength of the Wanmo Patriarch is terrible. The three of us are not his opponents. It seems that relying on the Wanmo Patriarch is our only choice next."

"Wan Mo Hongchuan has such a cultivation base, let alone the long-famous ancestor Wan Mo? It's a pity, this kid has excellent talents, and his realm is the same as you and me at a young age, and he will surpass Wan Mo in a hundred years of practice. Hongchuan, it's a pity, it's a pity..."

Among the sect masters, the half-step emperor headed by the three, one looked frightened, the other looked sad and angry, and the other lamented a pity.

Look up.

I saw an arc in the corner of Lu Yi's mouth, and Wan Mo Hongchuan's eyes were full of mockery, and he said with disdain: "Trash!"