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Chapter 1223: One against nine

‘The Holy Son of White Tiger’, Demonic Supervisor, Shi Zhong, ‘The Holy Son of the Immortals’, ‘The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion’, Jiang Tushen, the six of them joined forces to deal with Xuanyuan.

They were standing in the sky, with a mighty aura and pointed directly at Xuanyuan.

Wu Yang smiled coldly and said, "Yes, the 'body of Wanhua' is extremely powerful. The 'pure yang body' like me is not enough to see enough in front of him, so I also joined in and joined forces with all the saints, hoping to ask for advice from the Holy Lord Xuanyuan."

Everyone present had already entered the realm of the sages, but Xuanyuan was still in the realm of the sixth level of the heavenly immortals. This was not a small gap between one or two heavens. Wuyang deliberately held Xuanyuan to heaven, just to make more people abandon that level of face and join forces to attack and kill Xuanyuan.

He knew Xuanyuan's terribleness, his killing was beyond the level and his methods were against the will of heaven. He could take this opportunity to kill him. His future struggles on the road to the emperor would be less than a stumbling block.

"Hahaha, that's right. Since the Lord Xuanyuan can fight against seven, there will be no more than me, no less than me." The "Saint of Xuanwu" laughed. He held the "Xuanwu Seal" in his hand and was boundlessly domineering, crushing the world in all directions.

"Although I know that fighting with the Lord Xuanyuan may cause life or even death, I still want to give it a try. With the young genius from various major forces here, I dare to ask the Lord Xuanyuan for advice."

In addition, there were eight people in total.

"Since that's the case, I'm not much more, so I'll also appreciate the supreme style of the 'Tianhua Body'." The 'Ancient Demon Saint Son' also stood up. He held a blood-colored magic box in his hand, and he didn't know how powerful it was. Blood light was emitted in his pupils, which made people feel palpitations, as if there was boundless hell in this pair of pupils.

The nine saint-level figures, the top figures of the human race, the demon race, and the young generation of the demon race, challenge Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan didn't expect that these people could actually hold their heads down, and the nine people joined forces to fight him, which was really shameless.

Fang Yuyou, Bai Youniang, Huang Yuechan, Qian Duoduo, Yin Zhenluo, Zhixuan, Mochou, looked at the scene in front of him and frowned.

"They are so shameless. Brother Xuanyuan said that, they can really do it. It's so shameless." Mo Chou curled his lips, and he was very worried about Xuanyuan.

"The situation is a bit bad. Could it be that Xuanyuan is ready?" Zhixuan was worried, not knowing why Xuanyuan wanted to say that. Wasn't that unhappy for himself?

"Don't worry, Xuanxuan has never fought a war that he is unsure. Since he can say that, he is afraid that he has already counted Qu Zhi and the strength of "Sacred Bird Son". Now that he has two less, it may be much easier for Xuanxuan, so don't worry too much." Qian Duoduo is very optimistic. She is more confident in Xuanyuan.

"Well, Duoduo is right. He has known Xuanyuan for so long, either he is silent and avoids danger, or he is not shocking and never stops in his life. Let's take a look at it with peace of mind." Bai Youniang smiled. Although she was worried, she still calmed everyone's hearts in a peaceful tone.

"No, I want to fight side by side with my little husband. As long as I and my little husband are there, they can beat them to the point of falling flowers and flowing water." Huang Yuechan's colorful light flowed, walking in the air, and the aura of the fairy phoenix fell to all directions of the world. Now, Huang Yuechan's strength is comparable to that of the younger generation.

Seeing Huang Yuechan move forward, Wuyang hurriedly said, "Huang Yuechan, don't come. The Holy Lord Xuanyuan fights with one against nine. This is the agreement. Once you join, how can we be your opponent? The Qinglong and the Xianhuang are united, and the world is invincible. This has been said since ancient times. The Qingtian, the Qinglong and the Xianhuang dominate one side. Even the "Hongmeng Tiandi" must be polite, so don't make things difficult for us minions."

Huang Yuechan was so angry that she gritted her teeth by Wuyang's words. Xuanyuan looked at Huang Yuechan, waved her hand, and signaled that she didn't have to worry.

The nine saints stood outside the 'Tianxia Pass', Xuanyuan said in a heavy voice: "In the battle of the younger generation, the older generation cannot take action, and they cannot interfere with the supreme Taoist weapon. Once someone dares to act rashly, the five supreme Taoist weapons work together to launch a blow without taking the consequences, even if you kill the sky and the earth, it's just a matter of darkness."

Xuanyuan only left one sentence, which made the eyes of the older generation of the top ten forces stumble. This Xuanyuan is indeed a ruthless character. He deserves to be inherited from the "Devouring Emperor". He is too lawless.

The older generation of the "Nanzhou Dynasty" and the "Zhuque Fairy Palace" instinctively retreated further away, fearing to be implicated.

"Don't worry, this is the business of your younger generation. We will not care too much about life and death." The old men from all major forces were relieved. Xuanyuan, a person at the sixth level of the heavenly immortal, dared to challenge the saint-level figures at the nine sage realms of the ancestors. I was afraid that they would not know how they died. They all retreated aside and gave up the battlefield for the younger generation.

"Saint Lord Xuanyuan, please walk out of the 'Tianxia Pass' to give me advice." The 'Saint Son of Purple Mansion' smiled and kept smiling. He hugged the moon with his hands and twisted the strings of the piano. The crisp Taoist sound flowed. The inheritance of the 'Six Fingers Qin Emperor' has now been even more complete.

Xuanyuan nodded and said, "Okay, but you have to wait a moment."

Xuanyuan walked to Pengfei's side, put his shoulder on Pengfei, and said in a heavy voice: "Old Peng, look at my buddy now, do you have any personal treasures to borrow?"

When Peng Fei heard this, his face turned blue. Xuanyuan was about to blackmail him again. His eyes were gloomy and sunny. He paused and said depressedly: "What kind of personal treasure can I have? You kid praises Haikou yourself, just bear it yourself. As a buddy, I can only support you spiritually."

"Oh, Lao Peng, it's boring to say this. Well, I had a Feng Shui on the ancient times..." Before Xuanyuan could speak, Peng Fei looked at Xuanyuan with great affection as if he had been injected with chicken blood, as if he was his wife who had been sleeping with her bed for many years. The deep love in his eyes made Xuanyuan get goosebumps all over his body. He heard a heroic cloud saying: "Good brother, I will lend you my natal treasure for you in my life, and there is nothing to say about it. There is nothing to be polite between us brothers. Don't refuse to refuse me. Once you refuse me, we are not brothers. I will be anxious with you. You must return safely."

A light of spirit penetrated Xuanyuan's body. Looking at this scene, the nine saint-level figures couldn't help but frown, not knowing what Xuanyuan and Pengfei were doing.

"Okay, good brothers are worthy of being my good brother for the rest of their lives." Xuanyuan laughed and stepped out of the air, passing through the numerous ban-to-defying killing formations, the overall situation of Feng Shui, the power of heaven and earth, without any damage. In Xuanyuan's body, an iron bowl rose and fell.

On that day, Xuanyuan had seen Peng Fei use this iron bowl, which exudes the aura of the ancient emperor. This iron bowl is extremely mysterious and has extremely strong protection ability.

Seeing Xuanyuan come out, the eight immortal rings behind Wuyang's brain became even more dazzling. The vast aura of faith crushed towards Xuanyuan Qiqi, with a vast power. The movement of the "Tianyi Zi Sword" in his hand directly killed Xuanyuan.

"I, Wuyang, first come to learn the supreme Taoist Dharma of the Holy Lord Xuanyuan."

Xuanyuan fought against nine saints with one against nine people, and broke out in an instant.

The Pig-Head Emperor shouted loudly: "Boy, fuck them to death, you are far from the 'Devouring Emperor'. These nine saints of shit should be used as whetstones on your Emperor's Road. Kill them all, don't keep your hands."

This sentence made the old man from the eight major forces frown, so arrogant.

Faced with the attack and killing of the nine saints, Xuanyuan took a step forward and disappeared in front of everyone in an instant.

"The Hidden Technique of the Divine Way", Xuanyuan used it unscrupulously, and for a while, no one came to his senses. What happened that made them lose the target of attack in an instant.

Xuanyuan was directly integrated into the great way of heaven and earth, and saw the nine saints scattered to nine different directions, using his own secret techniques to search for Xuanyuan's breath.

Almost at this same time, the four extremely terrifying existences of bloodline broke out from the void and killed them. They held the imperial objects in their hands and killed endlessly.

They are not others, they are the four emperors of the gods. Their fathers have left them with an imperial sword. Although they are not supreme Taoist weapons, the imperial sword has been accompanied by their voices, and has experienced countless murderous insults, the baptism of millions of wars, and the condensation of their own great paths, with boundless power.

The son of the Zhongtian Emperor, the son of the Western Heaven Emperor, the son of the Northern Heaven Emperor, and the son of the Eastern Heaven Emperor, their magical powers were originally complementary. Although they lacked the son of the Southern Heaven Emperor, they should not be underestimated. Under Xuanyuan's command, they attacked and killed the "Sage of the Chaos Immortals" together, gathering into a sword formation with a vast killing power.

They all happened just in the lightning. The "Son of Chaos Immortals" was so scared that they were terrified. These four terrifying beings were all in the realm of the sages, and their physical strength was extremely terrifying, and one of them was even comparable to the quasi-emperor.

The body of the gods is strong, as we all know, with the strong origin, and with the four emperor swords coming together, the violent fighting spirit of the gods moved the prophets of the ancient nine tribes thousands of miles away and screamed:

"The gods are actually gods. The power of such bloodline is at least an existence at the level of the emperor's son."

"What's going on? They are actually used by Xuanyuan. Could it be that Xuanyuan is a member of the gods?"

"No, look at the eyes of these four emperors of the gods, with a terrible light, and they do not have the temperament they should have. This is a sign of being taken over. Now they have all become Xuanyuan's puppets."

"Where did Xuanyuan surrender to the four emperors of the gods?"

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