The ancestor fought against four heavenly lists with one person, including two masters in the Great Perfection Realm, as well as two supreme weapons full of spiritual charm.

That is already the top power in this world.

But in the battlefield in Lin'an sky, one fights four, but the ancestor is not at a disadvantage.

Although his body was damaged by a delicate kill before, the magical power of the Immortal Lord's divine thoughts made the broken body resurrected, as if it was only in the legendary mythological story.

The ancestor is like a spellcaster.

The method is completely different from the martial arts skills of this world. This is the most original differentiation of the two forces.

Warriors rely on themselves and make themselves worlds.

But the monks merged into heaven and earth and transformed into all things.

The four warriors were bound by the magical method of transformation and birth. The confused energy was randomly extracted by the ancestor and turned into a fire snake and thunder dragon. All kinds of magical things were all magical. With a wave of their hands, they were a magical art of killing.

He also transformed the spiritual energy into a formation and reversed the four directions.

He almost turned over a piece of the sky and twisted the five senses of the warrior, front and back, left and right, and all the things that entered his eyes were placed in a mess.

But just this is the case, and the four people in front of him cannot be suppressed.

With the ultimate practice of fist and martial arts, it will still pose a threat to the ancestor when fighting for life.

So, after a roar of beasts that shook the sky and the earth, the ancestor used another method.

The art of change.

It comes from the enlightenment of the great way and the supernatural powers that appear in the world.

He turned into a black black turtle, pierced with a hard head, and then jumped into his body.

Turning into a misty crane, he deals with the magical Zhenwu Taiji.

Seeing Ah Qing rushing out of the inverted formation, the green jade bamboo in his hand tore the sky with the method of the galaxy, and then turned into mustard seeds and Sumeru, scattering into a group of flying insects.

During the gathering and separation, the deadly divine power and the dragon-binding power that can interfere with the counterattack defense will also be opened.

The ancestor seemed to have recognized Monk Yuanwu.

He took out the opportunity and attacked him fiercely.

The black insects that covered the sky and the sun gathered together and turned into a giant ape of Aomori. They roared and hit with their fists, breaking away the Buddha light of Zen Master Yuanwu in the endless momentum.

Then, in the roaring waves, the white tiger evolved, and the Gengjin energy entangled, and the sharp claws tore apart, tearing the old monk's not yet complete golden body.

The dragon slammed the white tiger, and the dragon roared, cracked the changing thing open, destroyed the limbs of the ancestor, and waited for the three of them to kill him, and for the second time, the ancestor was dismembered on the spot.

But before we could cheer below, in front of everyone, the ancestor revived again in the spiritual energy with a smile that was worthy of beating.

"You are afraid that you don't know the meaning of the Immortal Lord Realm and the cessation of life and death."

His white eyebrows were flying, and seeing that the four people in front of him were already tired, he himself was still energetic and seemed to be satisfied with this top-level battle.

It is not like ridicule, it is just a straightforward narrative like a narrative.

His voice echoed in the sky.

"If you really understand, you shouldn't resist now.

Stop, everyone, you wait for your martial arts to be successful, which has opened my eyes. Unfortunately, you have lost the most important part of the body-building martial arts. It can be said that the foundation has not been salvaged.

The so-called martial arts of heaven are just castles in the air.”

This seems to be persuading surrender.

But the next moment, the purple light of the sky came towards us, which was another answer from the warriors.

The ancestor was not angry, and he sucked the clouds and turned into a giant shield to block the sword light. He saw that Zen Master Yuanwu was about to break the golden body and the Buddha light was dim. He chuckled and formed seals with both hands.

The next moment, in the hustle and bustle of raging waves, the dim sky broke apart.

The rolling sea was guided by wonderful methods, turned into a tide soaring into the sky, rushing to the earth below. The entire sky was filled with rolling sea water at this moment, just like the scene where the Penglai Fairy Mountain was placed at the bottom of the sea.

The Yunyu spell technique is the most popular immortal technique for the ancestors.

However, the overwhelming waves of the sea in front of you, or the art of moving the sea, are more appropriate.

Above the sky, the ancestor hung in the waves, and formed seals with his hands to summon him. Then the water spirit was activated, turning into a sea yaksha and a tidal giant, and surrounded the four warriors with the method of summoning the spirit water.

Taoist Ziwei also used the Five Elements Spell to turn water into fire and try her best to resist it. There was also an old monk who was covered in blood. He held the dragon and suppressed the disaster of water so that the angrily waves of the sea would not hit the earth.

As long as this tide falls, there will be no chance of survival among the heroes in Lin'an City.

The balance of victory is tilting.

The tide of anger spread throughout the sky, making the light in Lin'an City blurred and magical, and the disputes in the city were constantly being pushed to the periphery.

With the imperial city as the center, the disturbed spiritual energy is completely transformed into the four symbols of wind, fire, water, earth, and chaos, like an abyss that swallows up creatures, constantly advancing outward.

The earth, streets, buildings, and flesh, whenever they are incorporated, it is like the foundation that makes up them has been broken up and randomly combined into other forms.

The torn earth was suspended in the fragmented city, like a messed-up building block, and was thrown in front of everyone.

Such fierceness is so fierce that warriors cannot set foot in it, but those Penglai souls, who have been hunted and killed by warriors, have been more than 40% of them, have gained valuable breathing and counterattack.

They all removed their bodies and entered the chaos of the four symbols with their souls. They used the remaining magic spells of the ancestors to drive various powers, and the dark light flashed, the water and fire were twinkling, and the strong winds were also fierce. The summoning stones turned into millions of mud dolls and rushed forward.

Not only were the warriors attacked, but the Hu Ben Guards and the Demon Soldiers of the Northern Kingdom who fought desperately outside the city, as well as the Great Chu Spirit Cavalry, were all included in the attack range.

It was a completely decisive attitude, forcing everyone in the city to let go of their grudges and fight against the enemy together. Under such heavy pressure, the city was completely divided into two factions.

Penglai, with mortals.

But not everyone is backing down.

In that place where the four symbols are chaotic and the spiritual energy is restless, and there are warriors fighting, of course, those who can stay here are the best among the warriors.

Ling Xu Qianbian swallowed and sucked the spiritual energy, stirred the galaxy and fell, dancing wildly behind the enemy, and broke out a safe area, shattering all kinds of spells in the sky.

Qingyue Flying Blade back and forth, nine spiritual swords were unsheathed, Hua Qing stood behind Liu Zhuoran, and used the immortal flying sword technique to cut off the tenacious souls who were driving spells everywhere, and beheaded at a fixed point. He had already broken the chaos of the four symbols and broke the battle situation back.

But it is not possible to have long-range but melee combat alone.

So in the Black King's iconic low and rhythmic roar, the ghost-slaying swordsman wrapped in fire appeared again.

He drove the mechanical war horse and ran in the chaos of the four symbols. He wrapped his body in golden sparks, roasting the spiritual energy around his body, turning the invisible and material energy into smoke yarn, entangled around the Black King and the swordsman.

Juque slashed outwards with the sound of chains, and the blade of Wufeng was wrapped with golden fire, like a random war hammer. Every time he went, he could disrupt the soul formation.

The souls relied on the rapid movement and were not very afraid of the black-armored swordsman. They hung in the air and bombarded with various magic spells.

However, Xiao Tie did not come alone.

Under his huge shadow, there was already a sharp black sword like a harrier eagle preyed on it, ready to go.

The mountain ghost is very angry.

This anger stems from incompetence towards oneself and from the resentment of being unable to intervene in the highest battlefield in the sky. This surging anger must be released.

So, like the evil people in his eyes, he pointed the sword edge at the weak people in front of him.

Even though they were famous monks in the world of cultivation a thousand years ago, each with strange abilities, in the eyes of the mountain ghost, under his sword, these light souls are not more difficult to deal with than warriors.

"Swish"

Jinghong flashed out with a sword, and the sword shadows spread all around. The black sword pierced the soul and returned to the sheath in the next moment.

With the blessing of magical martial arts, the mountain ghost is already as fast as lightning strike, three points faster.

The soul entangled around Xiao Iron did not realize what was going on, and saw the black-armored swordsman rushing towards another place, and the swordsman, who was like a ghost, hid in the dark again.

After a breath, these souls collapsed with howling.

The sea of ​​consciousness was broken and the soul was eliminated. Just a sword mixed with spiritual energy completely destroyed their existence after a thousand years.

The dissatisfaction in the heart of the mountain ghost became more and more.

These soft ghosts are very weak when chopped.

Light and without the sense of stability in the sword entering the flesh and blood. If it weren't for helping his brothers, he would rather wander in the city and chase the demon soldiers of the northern country.

The next moment, the darkness of the four symbols in chaos suddenly changed.

A bright moon rises, the sea is quiet around it, and the spiritual dragon rises, this chaotic realm collapses silently.

"Lu Guizang is here too?"

Liu Zhuoran, who was attacking thousands of blades, looked back and said:

"The sword intent of the moon in the sea is even sharper, and there is still some indescribable feeling..."

"That is sorrow, and you can't get it in love."

Hua Qing slid back with her left hand, and three Qingyue Spirit Swords roared and teared the chaos, piercing the sneak attacking soul through the body.

He replied softly:

"He must be in pain at this moment if he is a heartbroken person like me who can understand Lu Guizang's sword."

"Oh? You understand again?"

Wu Jian glanced at Hua Qing and said:
To be continued...