The terrible aura fell from the sky, suppressing the Eight Desolates, making everyone feel like a mountain is pressing down on it and breathing hard. These two legendary princes of the Senluo Hell finally appeared and came over at the same time.

Just feel the breath and you will know that what you say is true. Both of these princes have already broken through the sub-saint realm and become immortal kings.

The monks from the Senluo Hell cheered respectfully, while the monks from the Demon Clan and the Immortal Alliance felt a slump and their faces changed drastically.

There is a natural barrier between the sub-saint and the Immortal King, and a gap in cultivation. A little difference is a qualitative change. Not to mention the two of them, even if there is only one Immortal King, it is enough to completely change the situation of Tongtianxing and turn the battle into one-sidedness.

Chen Weiming looked up slightly, felt the powerful aura, with a calm face and a calm expression. Although once Tongtianxing is completely dominated by the Senluo Hell, it is not good news for the human race, it will never cause a fatal crisis.

Now that the entrance to the Earth Immortal Realm is suppressed by the Heavenly Palace of the Panshen, even the Immortal King cannot break through this place. Not to mention two Immortal Kings, even two hundred Immortal Kings are meaningless.

"No gift!"

A sound came from the air, intermittently and layer by layer, as if the sky was loud. It was because the other party intended to do so, causing greater psychological pressure to the hostile people.

Then two figures appeared in the air, standing at a very high position, and the angle that people needed to look up.

A middle-aged man wearing a purple robe looks like a mature and steady person.

The other one was wearing silver soft armor, long hair, and the appearance of a young man. His facial features were quite handsome, but there was a scar on his face, which crossed the entire face, as if cut in half, making people feel extremely terrifying.

After appearing, he glanced at the Pan Shen Tian Palace. The young man looked not far away and smiled coldly: "Wuxiang Zhenren, since he has come, why should he hide... Do you think you can still hide your breath in front of me today?"

"Hide? Why should I hide? Just want to see what these people are going to do."

Someone said calmly, and then someone appeared not far away, wearing Taoist clothes and a cold face. It was the news of Wuxiang Valley Wuxiang True Man. Even she was attracted by the news of the treasure.

In such an occasion, she could not help Chen Weiming and had ideas about the treasure, so she chose to watch the battle.

"Since you're here, you won't have to leave today!"

The young man pointed at the scar on his face and said Sensen: "Remember this sword injury! You attacked me with a sword and almost killed me. After so many years, I have not recovered this injury. I am just reminding myself not to forget it, remember it firmly."

"You were very strong back then, but you are still as weak as you did back then. What are the five veins of the heavens, a group of idiots living in the worship of saints. How can you become stronger if you blindly imitate?"

"You almost killed me back then, and you are here again today. This time I will be stronger than the last time. What are you going to do?"

"What else can it be? Just a battle!" Wuxiang Zhenren sneered, and the Qingfeng sword was unsheathed and held it in his hand.

"The saint's ancestor warned: You should not bully the weak, you should not bully the good and fear evil, you should not..."

The third sentence was said, and I looked at the demon clan not far away, but I didn't say it.

"Is it incomplete?" The young immortal king laughed and said, "I'll help you tell me: We should not discriminate against alien races. Although the war on Tongtianxing was initiated by me, the senior Senluo Hell, and you then blamed them all for this crime, but if you have no heart, nothing they say will be useless."

"And after so many years, it can be seen that you have continued this war quite well!"

"It goes against the words of the saint's ancestor, and there is nothing to say!" Wuxiang Zhenren said lightly: "You don't need to say more. Even though you are now in the realm of an immortal king, it is not that easy to kill me."

"Then let's see what you have!"

The young immortal king laughed loudly, and a mysterious light flashed in his hand, turning into countless sword shadows, like thunder and thunder came to fight against Wuxiang Zhenren. He was here to avenge his sword today, but he had no intention of showing mercy.

The sub-saint's means can influence a world, while the Immortal King's means can change a world. The vast sea turns into mulberry fields, and the sea of ​​fire turns into ice lakes.

Like Wuxiang Zhenren, this young immortal king also practices the sword Tao pattern. When he uses it at this time, it seems that the area of ​​Zhongnan Mountain has become a world of swords.

This is the attack of the Immortal King, which is earth-shaking. Even Chen Weiming was frightened and it was difficult to judge whether the Heavenly Palace of the Shrine could really block such an attack.

The Wuxiang True Man did not dodge or avoid, and she could not dodge. A sub-saint would not be able to escape in front of the Immortal King unless there was a treasure.

"Um!"

A muffled groan came from the sword light, and then heard the sound of ping-ponging around. The sword shadow roared and it was difficult to see things. It only felt that in that moment, the Wuxiang Zhenren was completely submerged by the sea of ​​sword shadows and could not fight back at all.

How can such an attack be blocked? For a moment, everyone in the Senluo Hell monks were content with each other, and everyone in the Demon Clan and the Immortal League cultivators were all disgusted.

But after the sword shadow dissipated, everyone was stunned.

Wuxiang Zhenren was not dead, and she was still standing in the void. At this time, her breath was disordered, her body was covered with wounds, and blood was overflowing from the corners of her mouth, and she was extremely injured. But after all, she was able to hold on. A sub-saint could hold on to the full blow in the hands of the Immortal King, which was enough to be proud.

"It's the Qianye Lotus Platform!" someone exclaimed softly.

Wuxiang Zhenren survived, not just because of her strength, but because she was stepping on a treasure under her feet, just like a Buddhist lotus platform, but it gave birth to a thousand leaves and a green light to protect her body, which was so effective.

This is an immortal king's magic weapon with extremely extraordinary defense.

"Can I hold on to one move, can I get through the second move?" The young immortal king laughed and raised his hand and condensed his true energy again.

She certainly couldn't hold on, and even if she held on the second move, she couldn't hold on to the third move. Chen Weiming looked at her and did not intend to let her go to the Heavenly Palace of Panshen to take refuge. Although this person had saved her, she chose to hide in secret to watch the battle when she was in a crisis before, and she did not take action, so she naturally wouldn't take this risk.

Seeing that this second attack was about to take action, suddenly countless terrifying auras came from the universe, with a huge number, one more terrifying.

In an instant, it was like a pouring rain, penetrated the entire world and fell on the star.

It seems as if the power of heaven is vast, descending to the mortal world. If you just want to break down all obstacles, it will be enough to crush all obstacles.

What a terrible aura of power this is. In comparison, not to mention ordinary cultivators, even the two immortal kings in front of them feel like ants.

"The power of heaven is vast, and the kingdom of God governs the world..."

Immediately, someone was singing, and the songs came from the depths of the endless universe, like a magical sound that filled the brain, very mysterious.

This is... Chen Weiming thought for a moment, and suddenly his face changed drastically, his mind was beating wildly, and he thought of the origin of these people.

People from heaven... Wen Dao is coming to kill his own...
Chapter completed!