Guangchengzi saw the red spirit. Zi also disappeared out of thin air. He suddenly felt his head faint, as if he had lost the person who was extremely important to him. For a moment, he was extremely confused. Although his eyes were still wide open, he had no focal length and acted like a fool.

The immortals of the Ancient Sect looked like earth and were frightened and anxious. Until this time, everyone still didn't understand what the five-colored divine light was, and it was meaningless to continue to investigate.

Randeng originally expected the square to come on the court to test it again, but seeing Guangchengzi's expression, I was afraid that it would be a death-lossing person when he came on the court.

In desperation, Ran Deng could only clear his throat and shouted to everyone: "This person is so crazy. Everyone will kill him together!"

When the members of the An Sect heard this, they were immediately energetic and said to themselves: "Your sister, it should have been like this long ago." Perhaps reading out the dissatisfaction in everyone's heart, Lan Deng laughed dryly and took the lead in attacking Qin Wuyang.

In addition to the arrest of Yu Liusun and the other three, there were still ten disciples of the second generation of the Ancestral Sect, plus the Lan Deng and the Lingbao Master of the Fifth Column of the International, that is, the twelve people, who joined forces to attack Qin Wuyang.

They would never believe that the other party could defeat the joint attack of twelve of their twelve! Ran Deng and others had a good idea, but they forgot the key point. In this battle where life and death are separated in the blink of an eye and the speed is as fast as lightning, the number of people does not mean this advantage.

Seeing his opponent rushing up, Qin Wuyang almost laughed and hurt his stomach.

Qin Wuyang stretched out his index finger, lit them, and said, "That's right! This is the most powerful magic weapon of your Anarchy. If the young ones are not good enough, they will fight together. But I don't know if the group fights are not good enough. What should you guys who don't have old faces?"

Qin Wuyang spoke slowly and his words became very clearer. Logically speaking, it took a long time to speak like this. This period should be enough for the immortals of the Ancient Sect to kill their opponents seventeen or eighteen times.

But now, Qin Wuyang had finished speaking, but Ran Deng, who was the first to attack, was not next to the opponent, making everyone confused at all.

Qin Wuyang rose up in the air, and his war horse could not be saved after all. The Qiankun ruler of the lamp instantly smashed Qin Wuyang's war horse into meat paste, which was considered to avenge Tu Xingsun!

Seeing that his opponent was so shameless and did not go offline, Gao Jineng immediately cursed the soldiers of Sanshanguan. The filthy words were enough to make the most authentic shameless defeated.

And without waiting for Wen Zhong to give the order, he rushed forward. The second-generation disciples of the Academic Sect were also unwilling to suffer losses. Although the teachers' performance made them blush, they could not sit there and move. Besides, isn't it a kind of happiness to have such a shameless teacher?

Wen Zhong, like many generals, had a blushing face and thick neck, and with a roar, they all rushed up. This formed two battlefields. Qin Wuyang and Thirteen Golden Immortals flew in the sky, and the junior disciples of the Jie Sect and the Shan Sect who fought in chaos below were the junior disciples of the Jie Sect.

Without the backstage, Yang Jian and others finally couldn't gain the upper hand this time. The teacher who had always indulged them in doing whatever they wanted was now in heaven.

Qin Wuyang's speed was as fast as lightning, and the turning point was as good as wish, but this was not something that made everyone distressed. After all, who had already advanced to the sub-gods, who had no special skills? The means of restraining speed were by no means two, but whenever they were about to hit Qin Wuyang, their movements would become strangely slow, and then they were beaten up by their opponents.

As for their unique magic weapon, as soon as it was released, it was swallowed by the five-colored divine light, like a stone sinking into the sea, without a trace. Even the weapons in their hands were difficult to survive. Yun Zhongzi's psychic sword that had been practiced was also swept away by Qin Wuyang with one move.

Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun's Dragon Escape, Taiyi Zhenren's Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover, Guangchengzi's Fentian Seal, Qiankun Ruler, and Lingjiu Light, all of them were not spared.

Even the use of Luobao money by Randeng was also swept away by Qin Wuyang with one move. In the end, he could only use the Dinghaizhu attack he had just obtained. Of course, he was also obtained by Qin Wuyang.

The more everyone fought, the more they felt sad. After an hour of entanglement, the sun fell and disappeared under the horizon. The magnificent Loess Plateau was completely invisible in the darkness.

The sunset stars rise, and a waning moon hangs in the sky.

Randeng and others not only failed to achieve their goal, but also damaged many magic weapons. Although they had already lost Zhou Yu, they also felt that they had lost their wife and soldiers.

"It's dark, everyone might as well withdraw their troops and fight again tomorrow!" Randeng was chased by Qin Wuyang and fled, but this time he could not escape like last time. Otherwise, the Chan Sect might lose most of the losses within one day, and he would not be able to explain to Yuanshi Tianzun.

Qin Wuyang immediately called the Primitive Heavenly Lord without any intention, immediately took the donkey to the side and smiled, "Let you live one more night, and we will pay your life for my beloved horse tomorrow!"

Qin Wuyang's words immediately made them feel black, but being able to survive was more important than anything else, and there was nothing to be picky about.

The two sides returned to the camp, but their mood was very different. The dejected performance of the Western Zhou Dynasty shocked King Wu, Ji, on the other side of the Yellow River, and he wanted to set off the camp and go home immediately. This became a country. Whoever wants the fuck will want, we will never get into this muddy water again.

However, at this time, it was impossible for King Wu Ji to command the hundreds of thousands of troops. They only listened to the orders of one person, and that was the person who kept bringing them victory - Jiang Ziya.

Jiang Ziya racked his brains to comfort Ji Fa, and repeatedly promised that Wen Zhongjue would have no chance to cross the Yellow River to attack him, and he would almost have to make a poisonous oath before he could settle Ji Fa.

Then, Jiang Ziya just wanted to have a good sleep. In the chaos just now, the Antarctic Immortal Weng was kidnapped, and he was not seen in life or in death, which made him feel extremely bad.

In the forty years of Kunlun Mountain, if Jiang Ziya had a good impression of whom, there was undoubtedly only the Antarctic Immortal. On that seemingly prosperous but actually ruthless mountain, only the Antarctic Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal Immor

He sighed, if there was still a trace of help from the South Pole Immortal, then the deaths of Jin Zha and Wei Hu were undoubtedly certain. Without the masters to suppress the formation, the opponent's red-robed Taoist Luo Xuan was extremely brave. It was he who refined Jin Zha and Wei Hu into ashes.

Jiang Ziya thought for a while, not knowing whether he should go to Kunlun Mountain to ask for help. You Randeng and others were in charge of all the matters, and his right to speak had been reduced to the minimum. If he acted rashly, he would probably offend these people. As for hoping that they were broad-minded and forgot about this, he might as well expect that he was actually a virgin.

He smiled bitterly and said to himself: Let them have a headache, how should they spend tomorrow? Should I hang a free battle sign? With such thoughts, Jiang Ziya entered his dream.

Not everyone is sleeping. Ran Deng and others are sleeping all night. They are very worried about the battle situation tomorrow. They don’t know if they should ask Yuanshi Tianzun to take action. If Yuanshi Tianzun takes action at this moment, the changes that will be too great for the future will be caused, and this will also highlight the incompetence of themselves and others. A mere person suppressed the immortals of the Chan Sect. I believe that this news will soon be known to everyone in the world. In the future, the people of the Chan Sect must cover their face before going out because they can’t afford to lose that person!

Yang Jian was not sleeping either, and the dark face of Yu Ding like a pot bottom was still wandering in his mind. Is this still his master who always smiles?

Not long ago, Nezha found him, hoping that the two of them could cooperate and explore the enemy's camp. Yang Jian refused without hesitation. This was not because he didn't want to do this, but because he was with a guy like Nezha who was not good enough to do anything, and no matter what he did, he could only get the cruelest bad luck.

Yang Jian actually sympathized with the Nezha and his brothers. Their master accepted them as disciples just to deal with the disaster. What he taught was not the great way of immortality, but the way of fighting and killing. This was destined that their achievements were bound to be limited. Although they had excellent combat power in the early stage, they were still difficult to avoid birth, old age, sickness and death.

In some aspects, although they are full of magic weapons, they are inferior to the most in-class monks in the Jie Sect, after all, their teachers will not plot against themselves like this.

However, Yang Jian himself is different from them. Yu Ding Zhenren teaches him the best martial arts of ** Yuangong. Cultivating to the peak is a skill that is known as a saint in the physical body. Of course, Yang Jian, who has already broken through the peak, certainly understands that this is just a joke, but immortality is already within reach.

With this, Yang Jian had already decided to take a risk for the Yuding Real Person.
Chapter completed!