Archfiend

Such a narrow passage.

The spiritual consciousness was suppressed, and it was dark. The magic power of the magic cultivators had no time to display, because there was no place for them to move. The magic cultivators had only one tactic when facing the physical cultivators, that is, to delay with all their strength, use various magic powers to delay the opponent's attack, and then... escape.

Yes, escape, unless you study the spiritual consciousness attack and illusion, but the spiritual consciousness here is suppressed! The magic cultivator has no chance of winning!

At this moment, the fist was retracted in the darkness, followed by a white light spinning, and countless talismans gathered. A male voice suppressed with tyrannical killing intent sounded calmly: "Jinglong Second Finger."

Swish... White light rushed into the sky, countless talismans gathered on the left and right, Yan Wangsun had no time to see the figure in the white light, he just felt... this voice was very familiar.

In his mind, he went through all the people he knew in an instant, but immediately found that none of the Taixu disciples he knew had such a voice.

So... cold, cold, as if the death god in hell spread his wings and blew away the noise of life.

"Who on earth is Daoyou!!" The spiritual energy on the opposite side had already reached its peak. Facing such a powerful enemy, he did not dare to neglect it at all. His hands flew almost like a phantom, and he shouted: "I have no grudges against you! I am the fourth Daoist of the Nine True Nine Difficulties! Why didn't I ask why you were hiding in the team! But we have no grudges! Now there is no way to heaven and no door to the earth, why don't we join forces with each other!"

There was no answer in words.

What answered him was a shocking punch, the dragon roar sounded with the fist wind, the fist came out of the clouds, and the mountains were broken.

"Kill!" The hairs on Yan Wangsun's body stood up. The passage in front of him instantly turned into a sea of ​​white dragons. In the darkness, hundreds of white dragons roared out, auspicious clouds grew, and the rock walls collapsed layer by layer wherever they passed, carrying endless power straight to his chest.

"Rashomon!!" He suddenly pressed his hands to the ground, and layers of talismans intersected in an instant, madly entwined in front of him into a huge golden gate. However... before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, a violent shock wave like a missile explosion blew up in close proximity!

Boom!!!

The ground was covered with dust for a hundred meters, and the violent storm blew his red hair and clothes backwards. With a loud crackling sound, his body was pushed another hundred meters by this huge force! His legs had sunk half a meter into the ground! And the Rashomon in front of him had already made a loud noise that it could not bear the weight.

"Daoyou, do you really want to fight to the death?!" He was really going crazy! The person on the opposite side did not answer and could not see clearly, but his skills were too terrible. At this moment, he had seen clearly that this was not a white dragon at all, but a fist wind. This is a combat skill. After the amplitude of several meridians, the fist wind is like a dragon, but it is definitely the most refined flesh and blood combat skill.

The Rashomon in front of him had begun to completely twist, and hundreds of white dragons were entangled into a silver-white spear, climbing on the dragon and the phoenix, and hitting from the sky hundreds of meters away, the immortal soared into the sky, with a great reputation.

At the top of the white dragon, he saw a fist mark.

The power of a punch, so much so!

"Heh..." A mocking voice came from the darkness, and it was said again without any emotion: "Jinglong... the third finger!"

"The law of the king of the world... the world of space!!" The nerves of Yan Wangsun were already tense to the extreme. Hearing this voice, he no longer hesitated, and his hands suddenly formed a strange seal. It seemed ordinary, without any fluctuations, but... it seemed to cause the heaven and earth to echo, as if there was a sound of the chain of laws.

The law of the king of the world of Kunlun, the world of space has no boundaries!

The secret art of the king of the world of the sea, only the truth is passed on.

Brush... between heaven and earth, it seemed that a huge crack had opened up, with the sky as the boundary, the ground as the boundary, and the ocean as the boundary. The three realms are boundless. When it just appeared, the furious dragon tide erupted from the darkness, and hundreds of white dragon shadows that were already blue actually gathered into a huge fist, occupying the entire passage, and rushed out with a bang!

The blue dragon stretched its claws in the cloud, and the five kings opened the three realms.

It's not that their magical powers can't make a cave of ten thousand meters underground, but that Xu Kunlun has existed for too long. Every piece of its land has spirituality. Under the nine lands, the infinite squeezing force makes it extremely difficult for even the Venerable Saint to blast out a huge hole of thousands of meters. No matter how grand the fight between the two is, their spiritual power is definitely not as good as the essence of the Venerable Saint.

This time, the claw of the dragon seemed to be swallowed by an invisible giant mouth. The crack in the air opened the big mouth of nothingness and swallowed everything in.

This move actually involves the rules of space.

Yan Wangsun didn't have time to sigh. Just as he was about to fly back again, he felt his feet pause. Looking down, his legs were almost completely buried in the soil. He felt cold in his heart. He looked at the darkness with extreme fear, turned into black light and flew back three hundred meters.

"Damn..." He snorted fiercely, and was about to speak when he was suddenly stunned.

The whole passage was already full of light, and behind him... there were actually more than a dozen shadows!

How could this be...

Wasn't he... clearly retreating?

Wasn't I always at the back of the team?

Wait...

Where's the reincarnated saint?

He didn't know that at this moment, in a void space, the reincarnated saint was as if facing a great enemy, looking at the endless golden doors opening in all directions with great vigilance, her plump breasts rising and falling sharply, biting her lips tightly: "Daoyou, I have no grudges against you, why are you forcing me so hard!"

In front of her, Su Xingyao was in thousands of golden doors, her black hair fluttering, her clothes fluttering, like a fairy descending to the world.

Terrible...

Too terrible! The reincarnated saint had just resisted the attack for a full five minutes, and all her magic weapons were used up. Let alone counterattack, she couldn't resist for another minute!

Who on earth is this person!

She has determined that the opponent is the Space God Rule. She has no chance of winning in the opponent's domain! Any domain is as pale as paper when facing the God Rule.

"So weak..." Su Xingyao looked at the reincarnated saint coldly, "Is this the successor of the Taixu forces in the Seven Realms?"

"Who are you!" The reincarnated saint suppressed her rapid breathing and said exactly the same words as the four Daozi: "As long as you let me go, we will forgive the past, and the Taixu behind me will not bother you! Even... the Feixian relics below can be shared with you!"

Su Xingyao glanced at her indifferently, with no joy or sadness in his voice: "Feixian relics?"

"That's right! You should know that the last Feixian of Tianjian Patriarch 30,000 years ago, there has been no Feixian since him! This is his mausoleum!" The reincarnated saint said immediately.

Su Xingyao looked at the sky quietly for a long time before saying, "You really lied... The six Yin Lords were all deceived by you, you are worthy of it."

Without waiting for the reincarnated saint to be confused, Su Xingyao lowered her head, without a trace of emotion in her eyes: "You know. There was once someone, the only one, who defeated me in my field."

The reincarnated saint was almost going crazy!

This monster-like woman! What is she talking about! How could anyone defeat the owner of the divine law! The two supreme laws of time and space, the eternal truth of the universe! There can't be such a person! And...it's none of her business!

"Compared to him, you so-called Daozi and Saintess are like the young ladies in the boudoir, not worth mentioning."

"I'm afraid that only the seven of us can compete with him." She stretched out her snow-white hand, and countless light gates around her burst into white light, illuminating the eternal void: "Pray, weakling."

"I will make you happy."

In the countless spaces around her, the stars like the ocean lit up in an instant, and countless star swords hung high, and the number made the reincarnated saint numb all over.

"Old Shen will not let you go..." She gritted her teeth.

Su Xingyao waved lightly, attacking without any gap, and the Milky Way fell in an instant. She turned around lightly without taking away a trace of clouds: "Ten Direction Star Region, a sword flying flowers."

In the cave passage, Yan Wangsun turned his head in astonishment, but what he saw was an unbelievable scene.

Everyone stood behind him, looking at him like a ghost.

"I..." He opened his mouth, this is too weird! It was clearly me who was retreating, so why were these people still behind me?

"Ben Zhenjun..."

"You just... rushed forward, and then I don't know who you fought with, and then you retreated hundreds of meters." A young man with a green eye between his eyebrows frowned and said, "At the same time, someone of ours just moved in the dark."

"I suspect that the person who just disappeared is the one who fought with you." A man wearing a black mask also said in a deep voice, "Very strong?"

"Very strong, a physical cultivator." Yan Wangsun's words were concise, and his eyes swept through everyone's team like fire. Everyone felt that at least four people had moved just now, him, the opponent, the reincarnated saint, and another woman who was very likely to have the space god rule. The opponent came and went without a trace, and the space was switched at will, and there was no way to defend.

At a glance, the reincarnated saint was indeed gone. He gritted his teeth, and when he continued to look, he immediately found something wrong!

"Where is Ben Lei!" He took a deep breath and looked at the empty place in astonishment.

Everyone looked over, and at a glance, they were all stunned.

If only Ben Lei was missing, they would not be worried. What kind of storm could they cause when they were confirmed to be in the early stage of Jindan under the eyes of Zunsheng?

But the terrifying thing... what made Yan Wangsun's heart beat wildly was...

The head and second head of Angsu were all stunned and looked at the place where Ben Lei had originally stood, without coming back to their senses.

Impossible...

Impossible! This absurd thought suddenly rushed into Yan Wangsun's mind, and was immediately erased.

This person could never be Ben Lei! It could never be the ant that he could kill whenever he wanted!

"Maybe someone said that I should be patient for a while." At this moment, a voice finally came from the darkness with heavy footsteps.

Yan Wangsun turned his head suddenly, and his heart was already cold at the same time.

I didn't hear it clearly before, but I just felt familiar. Now it sounds...

If it's not Ben Lei, who is it? !

How could there be such a script!