Jiang Yun of the Jiang family looked up at the thirteen figures, filled with murderous intent and extremely angry. These people actually added insult to injury. Among the thirteen holy masters, there must be forces that the Jiang family knows well and even has good friends with.

At this time, they were standing together in the void, wearing a black robe. Their spiritual consciousness was blocked by the black robe. They could not sense the breath of the other party and could not confirm the identity of the other party. Obviously, these thirteen holy masters had already known each other.

Be prepared, the black robe is specially made to hide their identity. They also understand that even if they kill Jiang Taixu today, they will not be able to destroy the Jiang family, which is also an ancient family. A force with the background of suppressing the extreme emperor's soldiers, where can

It is so easy to destroy. In order to avoid revenge from the Jiang family in the future, the most correct thing to do is to hide your head and show your tail, kill Jiang Taixu and leave.

"You are going too far!"

Jiang Yun's roar shook the entire Holy City. Everyone looked up blankly at the thirteen stalwart figures in the void. Each one was a supreme being, with surging energy and blood, dazzling divine power, and unparalleled divine power.

They are so famous, but now they are gathering here together to kill Jiang Taixu. It is a disaster like the sky is falling.

"Time makes people grow old. It's time for the God King to pass away. Why are you doing this? You can't protect his life at all. He has no chance to be resurrected!"

One of the Holy Lords, standing among the thirteen people, must be the leader. His voice was deep, but Jiang Yun had never heard it before, and it must have been deliberately changed.

Jiang Yun watched the Thirteen Holy Lords oppress the Jiang family and wanted to kill the rising white-clothed god king of the Jiang family. He felt troubled and worried in his heart. These people were determined not to resurrect Jiang Taixu and wanted to work together to achieve the end.

The matter of destruction. Jiang Yun's whole body momentum surged, shaking the void. He could not control the anger in his heart at all. His divine power continued to operate. A shadow of the divine furnace rose behind him, and endless divine fire ignited in it, surging and surging, and said angrily.

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"If time went back four thousand years, who would dare to challenge the God-King of our race? Now that he is old and miserable and dying, how can he be regarded as a supreme master?"

The thirteen people were silent, looking down at Jiang Yun and the masters of the Jiang family. Their expressions were solemn, and they did not speak a word. An invisible pressure enveloped the entire holy city, making everyone here stay silent and feel as if their hearts were oppressed.

They picked up a big stone and were a little breathless. They were all worried that after a while of fighting, they would be affected by Chiyu and suffer misfortune.

"If you are stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

After a long period of silence, the Holy Lord who spoke looked at each other and the people on his left and right looked at each other, nodded, and spoke with an ultimatum. The situation was extremely critical and imminent.

Deep in the underground palace, in the Hualong Pond, Ye Fan has arrived here at this time. He is constantly taking out the good things he has obtained one by one. With the help of the old man of the Jiang family, he is constantly pouring it into Jiang Taixu.

The fire of life that was about to be extinguished within the weak God gradually began to become brighter, which cheered up the elders of the Jiang family. However, Jiang Taixu's transformation took time. I wonder if the masters of the Jiang family can fight for Jiang Taixu.

After enough time, wait until he cuts off the old body and regains a new life.

The essence and blood in the thirteen holy bodies were like a tsunami, like volcanoes erupting, connected together, rolling up the sky. One after another, great dragons penetrated the heaven and earth, stirring up the wind and clouds, and they all took a step forward. Everyone in the Jiang family

Although Su Lao is not weak in cultivation and is also a powerful person at the second level of Xiantai, except for Jiang Yun, no one is an opponent of the thirteen holy masters in the sky. Although the masters of the holy master level have not yet broken through to the realm of the Dao Slayer King,

The combat power is not weak at all, it is enough to suppress more than five powerful men with one man. Thirteen holy masters are enough to suppress all the elders of the Jiang family, not to mention that it is impossible for the Jiang family to send all the elders to the holy city to protect Mrs. Jiang.

Xu, some people still need to be left to protect the Jiang family's base camp and other clan members.

Seeing this, Jiang Yun's expression changed, and he had no choice but to break the boat and shouted sternly at the elders of the Jiang family who were controlling the Jidao Emperor's soldiers.

"Completely revive the Ji Dao Emperor's soldiers and unleash the power of the Ji Dao!"

Upon hearing this, Elder Jiang Jiasu's expression changed drastically, as if he couldn't believe what he heard, and he confirmed again with a trembling voice.

"Is it really going to be like this?"

Jiang Yun's expression was as cold and heartless as an iceberg that lasted ten thousand years. His whole body was exuding the air of winter. His voice seemed to come from under the Nine Netherworld. It was cold and ruthless and could be heard by all the monks in the Holy City.

Everyone felt cold all over, and their whole bodies were wet with cold sweat.

The resurgence of the Jidao Emperor's soldiers was already so terrifying. Who could really withstand such power when he unleashed the power of the Jidao? No one could feel calm inside. They all screamed in fear. Under the blow of the Jidao's power, the Saint

The city will surely cease to exist and no one will survive.

Jiang Yun had no choice but to do this. He and the Jiang family had no choice but to retreat.

The sun furnace shines brightly, completely turning the night into day. The phoenix's blood is like the sun. The haze is gorgeous and almost poignant. A blood-stained phoenix soars. The sound of the phoenix is ​​crisp and sweet, compared to the sound of the most beautiful musical instrument in the world.

It's even more beautiful, but it's a soul-stirring sound that resounds throughout heaven and earth.

The world is about to collapse. The Hengyu Divine Furnace is almost completely revived. Terrifying fluctuations rush out instantly. The sky is trembling and the earth is shaking.

The Ji Dao Emperor's soldiers, who had been silent for many years, finally ushered in what they had been waiting for for tens of thousands of years. They were about to deliver a devastating blow that would wipe out all living things on this land, just like the birth of an ancient god.

The expressions of the thirteen holy masters also changed, and they shouted quickly.

"Quickly resuscitate the imperial soldiers, and use all your strength to unleash the ultimate divine power!"

The unknown Ji Dao Imperial Soldier also fully started to recover. The terrifying and surging energy fluctuations caused the heaven and earth to shake, and the space froze. Endless divine radiance rose, and the Sun God Furnace glowed at the same time. It was not weak in the slightest, bright and gorgeous.

, but it made all the monks in the Holy City look desperate. They were afraid that they would not be able to escape this time. Under the full collision of the Ji Dao Emperor's soldiers, the Holy City would be reduced to nothing in an instant, and they would not be able to survive.

"Kill the God King!"

"Behead Jiang Taixu!"

"Send King Chimu on his way!"

Voice after voice sounded from all directions around the Hualong Pond. They were cold and ruthless. They were all Saint Lord-level figures. Each one of them was a top master and looked down upon one side. Their voices were not loud, but they resounded throughout the divine city, and everyone listened.

When he arrived, he was cold and cruel, and his low words were like a magic hammer hitting people's hearts.

At the critical moment, the wind rose at the end of Qingping, and the waves formed between gentle waves. In the frozen void of the Holy City, a breeze suddenly rose, blowing slightly, blowing away the black robes of the thirteen Holy Lords.

There was movement, and there was a faint sound of waves between heaven and earth.
Chapter completed!