Chapter 880: The lineup of the Elders’ Pavilion, the remnants of the Heavenly Evil are clamoring?
Kunlun Ruins.
The mountains are shrouded in mist and covered with lush exotic grass, exuding an indescribable charm.
As Bai Ming and others approached the clan site, they immediately sensed a powerful aura approaching them rapidly.
"Be careful!"
Wang Xiaoke stared straight at the thousands-foot-high green peak. As his mental power surged, his consciousness was firmly suppressed by the Taoist rhyme of the mountain and could no longer penetrate even a little.
The strong men behind him couldn't help but frown, only Han Daoren curled his lips and smiled.
"hiss~"
On the top of the giant peak, a hundred-foot-long green snake suddenly appeared, swallowing and spitting out black letters, with a pair of emotionless vertical pupils, staring indifferently at the Chinese monk.
"A bunch of foreign chickens and dogs, disturbing our sect's great plans, delusionally thinking of competing with us, ha ha ha, don't you even consider your own weight and weight."
The white-haired old man stood high in the air and slowly landed on the giant snake's head.
He made a hand gesture with one hand, and the green snake opened its mouth and spit out a beam of light with a diameter of more than ten meters, which crossed the ten thousand meters void and attacked everyone.
Ji Heng took out a bone staff, and when he reappeared in a flash, the tip of the staff was against the light column, and the aura of the peak Nascent Soul poured out.
"Zi! Zhi!"
The void seemed to be corroded, and dark green poisonous gas rushed towards me.
"poisonous!?"
Lu Ning is a Chinese poison cultivator and can see the power of it.
Not to mention living beings, even tanks and buildings could be corroded into nothingness.
Ji Heng slapped the bone staff with one palm, and an ancient and violent pressure swept out. The poisonous gas seemed to be drawn away and receded like a tide.
"This bone... is from an ancient ferocious beast?" The white-haired old man stared at the bone staff.
If he saw correctly, this was a magic weapon forged from the leg bones of a monster.
Ferocious beasts are already scarce, and there's not even a guarantee of how many there are in the entire Eastern Region. For a foreign native to possess such a treasure is simply a waste of resources.
Wang Xiaoke was also slightly surprised and subconsciously looked at Ji Heng's bone staff.
"This is the treasured bone nurtured by Taotie. When alive, he was at least a seventh-rank demon. After death, the treasured bone remained immortal. Later, by chance, it was cast into a bone staff."
A gentle voice came into my ears.
Wang Xiaoke reacted quickly: "Is this Xiao Zi speaking?"
"Yes, Emperor."
He was very familiar with Ziyou's voice. He had heard his master mention that the spirit of the weapon would become clear after recognizing its master, but this was the first time he felt it.
"The precious bone contains the essence of half of the Taotie's body. The physical cultivator uses the method of refining to build the flesh. Not only will the strength be improved, but even the physique can rival that of a ferocious beast."
"It's a shame it's a waste of talent as a weapon."
Ziyou couldn't help but shake his head. It was no wonder that the Ji family didn't know the value of the beast. After all, in this barren realm, it was hard to imagine that there were ferocious beasts.
Wang Xiaoke's eyes lit up. It sounds like a good thing.
Bai Ming accidentally saw his expression, was stunned at first, then followed his gaze to look at the ancestor of the Ji family, secretly suspicious.
Could it be that Xiao Ke is interested in this old monster's weapon?
"I'm here to help you!"
Nangong Chi took out a broad sword, dragged the sword with one hand and stepped into the air.
When he raised his sword and chopped vertically, the light column, which was evenly matched, disintegrated bit by bit.
Nangong Bazhou had a look of reverence on his face, for this was the ancestor of his Nangong family.
He was such a hero when he was young that it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a great leader.
"Ancient World Jackal, stop talking nonsense. I want to see what real skills you have!"
Nangong Chi has completely changed his old appearance. He looks like a awakened beast, holding a broadsword, bathed in lightning arcs, and exuding arrogance.
The white-haired old man couldn't help laughing, and his smile changed from joking to mocking.
"I am the fourth seat of the Elders' Pavilion, the Red Poison Master - Lan Tu."
"Normally, you would have to kowtow to me when you see me, but now I will open your eyes!"
After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and the transformed green snake flew into the air and hissed.
A violent feeling of oppression came over them, and all the strong men felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.
"hiss!"
The giant snake coiled into a ball, spewing clouds and mist towards the sky. The clouds seemed to be dyed dark green, gloomy and weird. Suddenly, a drizzle slowly fell.
"There's something wrong with this rain!" The strong men vigilantly put up their protective spiritual shields.
The poisonous rain hit the spirit shield, making a sharp "sizzling" sound.
A large amount of white smoke suddenly emerged, constantly corroding everyone's spiritual shield.
"what!"
Several Jindan cultivators screamed in pain as their defenses were penetrated by the poisonous rain. Within a few breaths, they turned into blood at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Upon seeing this scene, the powerful men from various sects immediately protected the people behind them.
Nangong Chi frowned. Even he was afraid of the rain.
It seems to be mixed with some kind of Tao principle.
"The law of decay?" Wang Xiaoke felt the rhythm of Tao in it.
For cultivators below the level of Divine Transformation, the laws of the Dao are completely transcendent forces.
When fighting at the same level, one who possesses the rules is like holding a sharp knife.
Facing an enemy with nothing in their hands, the advantage is not small.
"Golden Crow."
With a soft cry, the clanging sound of swords shook the heaven and earth, causing everyone to look up.
The three-foot golden sword hovered beside Wang Xiaoke, as if it had not seen its master for a long time. The sword vibrated excitedly, as if it was leaping for joy.
"A fifth-level spiritual weapon?" Lan Tu raised his eyebrows. It seemed that he had gained spiritual intelligence.
It was a good weapon, even he was jealous of it.
"Are you the leader of the Invincible Sect, the criminal who murdered our sect elders?"
He sneered: "With your Nascent Soul Stage, you dare to draw your sword against me?"
Wang Xiaoke didn't waste any words, and an overwhelming force burst out of his body.
Suddenly, three thousand gentle breezes turned into sword energy, spreading out sword fields all around, swallowing up all the drizzle, and the corrupt laws mixed in it were also strangled by the Void Dao.
Lan Tu's pupils shrank: "The Law of the Void is really a freak!"
Being able to apply laws in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul is no longer enough to describe him as a genius.
For such an existence, breaking through to the God Transformation stage is basically a foregone conclusion!
Li Jinjiu frowned slightly, his strength had increased a lot compared to last time.
Wang Xiaoke glanced at the green snake, and the shadows of dragon and phoenix merged into the sword body. He pointed a finger and swung the hundred-foot sword energy towards the huge snake body.
"hiss!"
The green snake suddenly burned up and bravely faced the overwhelming sword force.
The residual power spread for hundreds of meters, and the two paths eroded each other...
Soon a gap was torn in the void, and the two magical powers were completely destroyed.
Lan Tu narrowed his eyes dangerously. This young man was stronger than he had imagined!
No wonder he was able to kill four Nascent Soul masters including Linghu Xian.
"Old man Lan, you can't stop them, so don't try to show off~"
A low, hoarse voice echoed, and a powerful person came tearing through space.
Ji Heng's eyelids twitched. Another Half-Step Divine Being?!
That faintly transcendent aura was exactly the same as that on Lan Tu.
At this moment, three more figures appeared behind them.
Among them were two men and one woman, all dressed in luxurious clothes, and all exuded a sense of transcendence, as if they did not belong to this world.
"Your sect really thinks highly of us by sending five powerful gods."
Wang Xiaoke pursed his lips and looked at the five people. Han Daoren walked silently to his side.
"Do you think you can defeat us? Be careful or you might get your teeth knocked out."
Ye Xiao smiled deeply, and as he took a step, a dark aura clung to the hem of his clothes.
"Really? This is the first time I've met such an interesting junior like you~"
The Chinese cultivators were silent as a cicada in fear. These five people were all gods!
Even if bound by the rules of heaven, he can still exert the strength of a half-step god.
Is this the foundation and strength of Liuxue Sect?
"Ok?"
Bai Ming turned his head and noticed that a group of cultivators were rushing over from the Kunlun base.
Somehow, some of them seemed strangely familiar to her.
"The remnants of the Heavenly Evil?" Gu Li said, "They are Ao Danhong's former subordinates!"
He often dealt with Tiansha and recognized the senior executives on the opposite side.
Nearly a hundred men in black came flying over, all of them with hatred in their eyes, looking at Wang Xiaoke as if they wanted to skin him alive!
There were also several elders of the Liuxue Sect and dozens of disciples nearby.
Eight Yuanying elders.
Fifteen Golden Elixir Deacons.
All the disciples were in the state of Ning Yuan.
The lineup was so luxurious that it made the Chinese monks' scalps tingle.
"You little bastard, you've been so arrogant for so long. Now that the Elders are here in person, let's see how you can still act so arrogantly!"
"Later, your head will be used as a tribute to Elder Ao and Elder Long!"
The top leaders of Tiansha shouted harshly, while all the disciples laughed sarcastically.
