I have a promise with the beauty

The golden sword was raised above Yang Qingshan's head, and the sword erupted with a powerful aura that could open up the world. The moment Yang Qingshan waved the sword, the whole world seemed to be affected, shaking uneasily. Countless pairs of eyes were surprised to find that a huge formation was formed between the heaven and the earth.

A huge whirlpool.

The entire vortex triggered by a sword was continuously stretched and slowly condensed in one direction.

The piercing sword sound made Yang Qingshan's ears ring in an instant. He could only feel a terrible force penetrating the world. The mountain range in front of him turned into space turbulence forever under this sword. But what is strange is that this one

The turbulent flow in a space the size of a mountain range is like a calm lake, calm and calm, but the company cannot change back to its original state.

Although the training time was only a few hours, after using the law of time in the world, those few hours expanded into several years. Yang Qingshan still learned a sword technique, which is the simplest sword technique among the golden sword techniques.

It was a simple stab, but there was a hint of fear in the expression on Yang Qingshan's face, because this sword could change the structure of space.

If this sword were to pierce someone's body, Yang Qingshan believed that a simple stab would disillusion the other person forever.

Putting away the golden sword, Yang Qingshan looked at the mountains in front of him with some heartache. It would probably take tens of thousands of years to return to its original state.

After getting rid of the confusion in his heart, Yang Qingshan left the world. At this time, a fight broke out outside. He randomly grabbed a disciple, Yang Qingshan, and asked: "How long did the fight last?"

"Half an hour."

"Where are the casualties?"

"Not yet, because the master is in retreat, so no one dares to disturb him, and the Tai Chi Sect and Kunlun disciples are hiding in the formation." The young disciple said neither humble nor arrogant.

"Go, let everyone stand in their positions."

Yang Qingshan pushed the disciple away and then flew towards the core of the six million disciple formation.

The eye of the super formation is a simple stone platform. Close your eyes and feel the terrifying power of six million lives condensed within the formation. At this time, Yang Qingshan was shocked by the condensation of six million lives.

I was breaking out in a cold sweat, because there was definitely a certain law of life contained in it.

"The law of life." Yang Qingshan pondered in his heart. Could it be that when the number of lives reaches a certain number, the law of life will be produced? In turn, the more lives lost, will the law of death also exist?

Yang Qingshan lost his mind unknowingly, thinking of the worlds he had experienced where corpses could be piled up like mountains. There was also a little bit of the law of death there, but Yang Qingshan couldn't understand it. Now he was standing in the center of six million powerful beings.

, Yang Qingshan understood that whether it was the law of life or the law of death, there was a qualitative change in quantity, and finally it was caught by some smart people, and a little bit of enlightenment was produced, and finally it turned into understanding.

"War." Yang Qingshan opened his eyes and scanned the surrounding disciples of the Void Sect with a pair of lightning-like eyes.

The six million disciples became quiet when Yang Qingshan stood at the eye of the formation. The six million pairs of eyes stared at Yang Qingshan. This time Yang Qingshan was not nervous. He took out the circular formation and stroked the thousands of formations on it.

lines and speak calmly.

"There are four formations, attack, as if, auxiliary and restraint. Today's battle is to establish authority, not to fight. There is no need to be cannon fodder. We can just be an auxiliary. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Six million people said at the same time, making the Taiji Sect and Kunlun disciples tremble at the same time. It is incomprehensible that the already lonely Wuwu Sect can still be so arrogant.

The corners of Yang Qingshan's mouth curled up and he said coldly: "Start, fight, change."

As soon as the new word came out, the defensive formation was transformed into an auxiliary formation in the blink of an eye. When the round formation in Yang Qingshan's hand released the prototype of the formation, the formation gave Taiji Sect and Kunlun disciples the first opportunity.

An auxiliary force is the shield. This shield is the power of the six million disciples of the Void Sect and is indestructible.

Under the powerful shield, Taijimen and Kunlun, who had only 100,000 disciples, laughed loudly, because they had never seen such a powerful shield before. This was a shield that only appeared during the war between gods and demons.

Thinking that they could have such a shield now, they expressed their appreciation for the Void Gate's skill with laughter.

"Smile, you will cry soon." Yang Qingshan smiled coldly in his heart.

When the 100,000 disciples of Tai Chi Sect and Kunlun rushed out of the formation, the three Holy Light Powers also reached an agreement. This was a rare collaboration, and they jointly wanted to burst out with powerful strength in the battle to establish their prestige, letting the cultivators know that

The saints of the Holy Light Star Realm are the real strong ones. In the future's embrace, each of their warriors crushed a crystal in their hands and stared at the shield, but this shield was worse than that of the cultivators.

On the next level, the two sides hit each other under the protection of the shield.

Millions of the three powerful warriors of the Holy Light and hundreds of thousands of disciples of cultivators, a battle to establish their authority begins.

From the beginning, the war was a kind of fighting without leaving any room, and because the number of the Holy Light Three was ten times more, they had an absolute advantage at the beginning, charging all the way, causing countless casualties to the immortal cultivators, but as the

The strength of the shield is obvious, and the latecomers of the immortal cultivators are ahead. Moreover, the eyes of all the immortal cultivators are filled with bloodshot eyes. This is Yang Qingshan's formation quietly exciting the immortal cultivators. As long as the formation does not stop, these immortal cultivators will

It's just a crazy bison that can only run rampant.

Rumble…

A large number of people flew out again in the barrier starry sky. There were at least tens of millions of people. There were people of different identities in the crowd, including all kinds of undead and major forces in the Holy Light Star Territory. This joyful person unexpectedly

They could live together peacefully, like brothers, laughing together as they watched the battle of establishing prestige in the distance. However, they remembered the battle of establishing prestige between the little saint and the great elder of Duobao Pavilion, but in their eyes,

This kind of battle is really a waste of time.

"It's really lively." A dead soul appeared in the crowd. It was the hidden leader of the dead souls in the underworld and the newly arrived clone of the God of Death.

"Sir, would you like to..."

"Trash, no wonder your last mission was delayed? Do you want to take advantage of it? This is a battle to establish power. There is no need for us to enter. Let's go around first and let our undead army form a formation and wait for them to fight.

After this battle is over, it’s time for our undead to appear." The big boss said.

"Sir, the Death Light camp collapsed for some reason. A large number of Saints from the Death Light camp are dying, as if they were cursed." A undead man ran over in panic and said.

"Huh?" The big leader was stunned. At this juncture, something had happened to the alliance, and it was a curse. He couldn't help but worry about the other forces behind it, so he said: "Speed ​​up and let the army come quickly."

Yang Qingshan was in the formation, controlling the formation to make one hundred thousand immortal cultivators seem to be victorious. However, for some reason, he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. This premonition was so strong that Yang Qingshan had to stop the formation and carefully

After just a few seconds of testing, Yang Qingshan controlled the formation, and it instantly transformed from a supporting formation into a powerful defensive formation.

Woohoo...

Muffled sounds appeared in the starry sky. For some reason, the two sides who were fighting stopped their attacks at the same time and covered their heads. Some people with low cultivation levels began to shatter and turned into dust in the universe.

The three powerful Holy Lights, who numbered millions, were deprived of more than half a million lives by this mysterious power. On the other hand, only a few hundred immortal cultivators died unexpectedly in a hundred thousand miles. And a pair of eyes appeared above the starry sky, one black and one white.

Two pairs of eyes stared indifferently at the battlefield below.

"It's the two saints, black and white." Some strong men couldn't help but marveled when they saw Xingkong's huge eyes.

Rumble…

The three strongest ones of the Holy Light appeared on the battlefield at the same time. The Emperor, the Saint of Heaven and the Fifth Prince knelt in the air at the same time.

"These are the two saints who are rumored to be Yuanxian in the Holy Light Star Territory, and the divine dragon has never seen its head or tail?" Yi Jiantian looked at the starry sky in the formation with a cold look, his eyes that looked like huge planets, suddenly

Raising his hand, a tiny sword appeared out of the sky. The most powerful sword in the Tai Chi Sect instantly reached the center of Xingkong's eyes.

"Bold!" The three emperors exclaimed at the same time. No matter who the other party was or whether the people around them would sneak attack and plot against them, they all joined forces to pounce on the terrifying sword light. This was the power of the three Ninth Layers, but

But it can only block the sword light, which shows how powerful Yi Jiantian's sword is, and he is known as the strongest immortal cultivator.

"The little ancient remnant soul dares to say that he is a Yuanxian."

A sword burst into the sky with an astonishing roar. At the moment when the sword light was blocked, thousands of sword lights rushed out of the formation. As they rushed forward, they had transformed into countless sword formations, and finally stabbed like a rain of swords.

Towards those eyes.

"Is this the legendary Sword Immortal?" The Heavenly Saint smiled bitterly in his heart. The sword techniques he had worked so hard for were simply unsightly in front of this sword. And in this short period of confusion, Yi Jian Tian's sword

The sword has already reached those eyes.

Woohoo...

There was that muffled sound again, and Yi Jiantian's sword light stopped in front of his eyes, and was slowly crushed by the sound.

"Sure enough." Yi Jiantian frowned and turned to Yang Qingshan too suddenly and said: "It's your turn."

"Me? OK."

Yang Qingshan has already learned from Yi Jiantian's words that the two saints, Black and White, are just the remnant souls of the ancient great power, and are not Yuanxian at all. The reason why they can block Yi Jiantian's sword light is that the saints of Black and White have too much spiritual consciousness.

Powerful, but Yang Qingshan is not afraid, because he has a large formation of six million people to rely on. At this time, he will also strike with a sword, and this sword will definitely establish his power.

The golden sword appeared in the hands of Yang Qingshan. Its gorgeous appearance made the six million disciples of the Nihility Sect sneer in their hearts. But when the golden sword made a dull sword cry, the six million disciples of the Nihility Sect who were still despising it just now couldn't help but

His whole body trembled, and the spiritual power in his body was completely deprived of control, all concentrated in a gorgeous sword in Yang Qingshan's hand.