Under the Shengyang Mountain...

A few days ago, there was a piece of grass growing in Shengyang Mountain, flying in the wild, fairy clouds floating in the air, and a dreamy beauty of the fairyland in the secular world. After a battle between Lu Chen and Xuan Ye, within a radius of hundreds of miles it turned into a hell of endless distance.

The original location of Shengyang Mountain is connected to the sky deep in the void. Dark clouds are lowered, and the thunder rolls in the sky and earth, echoing a husky buzzing sound that makes people's souls tremble.

At the foot of Shengyang Mountain, a huge abyss with a diameter of nearly a hundred miles extending infinitely to the divine realm. The abyss was filled with violent void blades, thunder clouds and storms, and even people like the Eight Heavenly Saints dare not approach it.

After Lu Chen and Xuan Ye disappeared outside the eighteenth heaven together, after half a cup of tea, the onlookers realized that the war was over. However, looking at the bottomless abyss and thundercloud storm, the monks present waited for half an hour before daring to lean over.

Those monks in the mountains who had been practicing hard in Shengyang Mountain for their whole lives and never left the clan saw that their home was destroyed, all of them were old eyes and tears. But who could they blame? Although the grudge between Xuan Ye and Lu Chen was not well known to everyone, from the battle just now, everyone could see that the two had unforgettable hatred.

After all, the cultivation world is cruel. It is normal to take revenge and revenge with grudges. However, the battle between the two masters has made the disciples of Shengyang Mountain suffer.

Lei Sheng stood on the edge of the abyss, with a sad expression on his face. It was once the hometown where he practiced to the most holy, but it disappeared. In the future, the Holy Yang Palace can be erased from the history of the divine realm.

The battle between the Eight Great Heavenly Saints continued. They were absent-minded and looked at the extreme void in the sky from time to time, but most of their thoughts were still on Jidu Arrow and Luohu Bow. However, the eight people had already run a long distance, and no one paid attention to their confrontation.

After watching the ultimate showdown between the Human Emperor Xuanye and Lu Chen, no matter how gorgeous the moves of the Eight Heavenly Saints are, there is nothing good to be given to those who have witnessed the fighting skills of the Supreme Heavenly Saint.

At this moment, near Shengyang Mountain, there was a terrifying tide. Tens of thousands of monks knelt on the border of the abyss, screaming in pain.

Le Chen held Jing Lao unmoved, his eyes were filled with deep worries and stared at the infinite space of the eighteenth heaven without turning around, and kept muttering in his heart: Nothing happens, nothing happens.

At this moment, what Le Chen was worried about was not Xuan Ye, but the sudden golden hand. No need to think too much about it, the person who could rescue Xuan Ye directly under Lu Chen's Haokong Hundred Refining Divine Hammer from the 18th level of heaven, his cultivation level could be called unprecedented. Such a master may only be possessed by giants.

When facing the giant, Le Chen dared not have any hope.

"Thunder Saint, it was Lu Chen who destroyed the Holy Yang Palace. This revenge must be revenged." Suddenly, an old white-haired elder among the disciples of the Holy Yang Palace stood up. This man's cultivation reached the realm of honor and shouted in extreme grief.

A stone stirred up a thousand layers of waves. The old man didn't know where the courage came from, and roared to the sky. Lu Chen had gone, and he poured all the resentment in his heart on the only person who split the Nanshan Mountain: Le Chen.

The only three remaining people in the Seven Caves of Taixu also stood up. Qin Dongzi quickly ran behind Lei Sheng, glared at Chen, one of the initiators who destroyed their homeland, and said resentfully: "Lei Sheng, you will never return, you can only be the master here. The deception of the Nanshan Mountain is too much, please let Lord Lei Sheng be the master for us."

"Please ask Lord Lei Sheng to take charge of his disciples..."

There were more than ten thousand disciples of the Holy Yang Palace rising up. The unanimous voice of requests resounded with the black crowd standing up, no less than the noise caused by the duel between the two great Heavenly Saint masters. The mountains and valleys, and under the bright world, were all the sad and angry voices of the disciples of the Holy Yang Palace.

Looking at the abyss, Thunder Saint was ecstatic, suddenly his eyes shone like a bright lamp, and two extremely cold eyes locked in Le Chen.

"Linanshan, you should be responsible for the destruction of the Holy Yang Palace. Follow this Holy Decree, Linanshan will always be the enemy of the Holy Yang Palace. For thousands of years, you will never die."

As Lei Sheng's angry roar came from afar, more than 200 disciples of Wan Shengyang Palace rose up around the abyss and shot into the sky, and surrounded Le Chen and others without fear.

"For thousands of years, never end until death..." The passionate fighting spirit enveloped the heaven and earth of the divine world. Even outside the Taiyi City in the distance, the monks from even further away could clearly hear it.

Le Chen took back his eyes, his old face covered with wrinkles slightly moved, and his cold and impatient momentum was released without any weakness. He held the unconscious old Jing Lao and took the Zhuji Sword out and pointed at the Cangkong, saying with a stern expression: "The mountain of the South comes from the secluded world, the mortal world, the immortal realm, and the 700,000 years old, how could he be afraid of others? If you want to fight, I will take it. I will wait for a sentence for you, and I will never die forever..."

The ancestor behind the leader of the One Mountain and Two Alliances in Linan Mountain finally burst into hysterical madness. As he said, the One Sect and Two Alliances, You in the mortal world had never feared any opponent. Even the ancient sect clan under the supreme divine realm and under the rule of Taixu Tian Sheng, there was no reason for him to be afraid.

"Master, we are here."

Just as Chen's bold words slowly came out, a low roar came from the west of Shengyang Mountain. Then, a young man holding the Shenxiao Order Banner was flying over the white auspicious clouds. The person came, Feng Baili.

Beside Feng Baili was Huang Lin, another beneficiary of the Taixu God Lord. Behind the two, a powerful formation of nearly 100,000 people, accompanied by the roaring wind, thunder and flying yellow dust, they came in a row with tigers and dragons, and tigers and dragons roars in the eight directions.

These people were fierce and murderous. From the moment they appeared, a blood-colored cloud and mist with an area of ​​about thousands of square meters gathered on top of their heads.

The blood-colored clouds and mist are not any powerful ancient Buddhist saint method, nor are they unique wonders in the formation, nor are they unparalleled creations that can be derived from some magic weapon, but murderous aura.

The murderous aura that has been accumulated for a long time, the murderous aura that cannot be ignored.

This murderous aura is not affiliated with any martial arts or immortal techniques, but runs in the sea of ​​blood, stepping on the corpse bones, and killing out the crazy murderous aura of will of the will, and the epileptic demonic killing realm.

The nine light pillars in the formation are like intelligent and intelligent, and can move by themselves, emitting dazzling and dazzling colors in the sky. The degree of splendor is no less gorgeous than that of any secret realm in the divine realm. The most important thing is that when the nine light pillars move over quickly, everyone feels an extremely amazing road to the universe.

"Who are these?"

The entangled Eight Heavenly Saints were once again shocked by the group of wolves and tigers, ferocious faces and blood-filled formations. When they saw the nine light columns rising up into the sky, flying arrows in the array were like lightning, but the formation always maintained the eight wilderness standing. [***] The Array Dao Method guarded, the Eight Heavenly Saints' faces suddenly turned extremely pale.

"This is the person from Li Nanshan. It is actually the Li Fan Wuxu Formation?" Botuo was the first to stop, staring at the sudden change of world and changing the world, sighing.

The saints also turned around. Luo Yu slammed the wings behind him with a look of shock, and was stunned: "I have heard that the Lifan Shen Ceremony obtained by Lu Chen has the false emptiness of the Lifan Tiansheng, the second formation of the Tian Dou. This statement is indeed true. The venerable of the Long family died in the Lifan Fei emptiness array."

"A terrible formation." Mo Yue sighed, thinking that if this formation appeared in the Yama Palace, how could Xie Tianyi Dao be defeated early?

In a moment, Feng Baili, Huang Lin, Jin Xiu, Chi Zun, Zun, Zuo Qinghan, Murong Yuxi, Fang Zixin, Ning Qiulian, Lu Qu, Zong Fan, Wu Li... and dozens of masters in the realm led nearly 100,000 cultivators to fight to the front, and in an instant, they stood up in the formation and stood behind Le Chen.

These people are the strongest forces in Li Nanshan, and also include Juhe, Feng Qingzi, Tu Zheng and other friends who have met in the divine realm. They joined Li Nanshan and are powerful combat power in the nearly 100-level realm of Li Nanshan.

Although Li Nanshan is a rising star in the divine realm, and few masters of the divine realm have reached the peak of the divine realm like Qin Dongzi, they have accumulated a lot of strength and entered the stage of the divine realm. They have a wealth of people, are full of fighting spirit, and are not afraid of fear, which is enough to be comparable to the eight ancient sect clans.

First of all, compared with the current strength, Li Nanshan’s strength is definitely not below the Holy Yang Palace.

"Bah." Zhuang Wenyuan was the first to stand up. As one of the people who had just stepped into the threshold in the supreme realm, Zhuang Wenyuan definitely had the right to speak in Lionan Mountain. He was still so arrogant and domineering. Except for Lu Chen, there was no one else in his eyes. Zhuang Wenyuan pointed at Lei Sheng and others and cursed without fear: "What is Lionan Mountain? Without the Human Emperor, you are not even as good as ordinary sects. If you want to fight, Lionan Mountain will accompany you to the end."

Lei Sheng frowned. For the first time, he was drunk by a "boy" who was so much lower than himself. He couldn't help but his resentment soared. Qin Dongzi didn't know the power of Lifan's Demon Void Formation. When he saw the people from Li Nanshan coming, he cursed in anger: "Are Taiyi City all a group of idiots? He can't even stop a small trading market."

"Taiyi City?" Luo Xingyan sneered and curled his lips. His body was covered with red blood. Just by smelling the smell, he knew that he had killed a lot of people.

"Taiyi City has now become a dead city."

"What?" As soon as Luo Xingyan finished speaking, the clerks of Shengyang Mountain suddenly changed their expression.

No matter how bad Taiyi City is, there are nearly a hundred realms sent by the Shengyang Palace to help. There are countless god kings. Was they slaughtered in just one day and one night?

The disciples of the Shengyang Palace looked incredibly at the nearly 100,000 blood-stained divine cultivators standing neatly in front of them, and each of them was speechless.

At this moment, everyone thought that if Luo Xingyan said it was true, then Lionan Mountain would probably become famous in the God Realm again in the near future, and this time it was undoubtedly a nightmare for the Holy Yang Palace.
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