King of the Fairy City

Five breaths, five immortals died tragically!

The horrific scene shocked countless lives.

They who were fighting desperately on the front line naturally knew how difficult these immortals were to deal with. Not only did they have to deal with the Kunpeng Divine Sect's army, they also had to devote their energy to breaking the shield. They were simply beyond their capabilities. Countless creatures had nothing to do with these immortals.

But now, Ye Mo took action and killed five immortals in succession. What kind of terrifying cultivation power is this?

The five immortals died tragically, and a sharp, high-pitched and long cry resounded, awakening the Ghost Tomb King of the Kunpeng Shen Sect's Ghost Tribe. He stared blankly at the direction where the five immortals fell, and almost fainted.

"ah"

He was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, and his whole body was shaking.

These immortals were right under his nose, and Ye Mo killed five of them with heavy blows. How could he bear the blame from the immortals?

"Kill you!"

The Ghost Tomb King is one of the top princes in the Ghost Tribe. At this moment, his eyes were filled with hatred and his attack was ruthless, and he directly sacrificed the big tomb under his feet.

The shape of this large tomb is grand and simple, with a sense of vicissitudes of time. As soon as it was sacrificed, it rose up in the storm, covering the sky and the sun, turning into a real tomb, with billowing yin, hostility, and evil spirits rising into the sky. , the spiritual pressure is overwhelming.

Then, the tomb rumbled and shook the void, crushing towards Ye Mo, as if the sky was falling. The scene was terrifying.

Ye Mo was about to attack, but at this moment, his spiritual sense suddenly alerted him, making his body suddenly tense up, and he moved a hundred feet to the side. Although he was still under the cover of the tomb, he had already escaped the sneak attack behind him.

Ye Mo roared, and punched out a majestic fist in the air, shaking away the laws and order, and barely resisting the tomb. Then he looked back and found a face as sharp as a knife, with red lips and white teeth, as beautiful as a woman. youth.

This person was holding a drawing board in his left hand and a thick brush in his right hand. He had a light smile on his face and showed a kind smile to Ye Mo.

Next to this young man, there is a unicorn with surging electric light and flashing thunder. It is an extraordinary horse, stepping on colorful auspicious clouds, with auspicious energy steaming around it, and clouds and mist surrounding it.

"The King of Paintings of the Spirit Tribe!"

Ye Mo's eyes were cold and he looked at the young man coldly.

The King of Paintings of the Spirit Tribe, for a painting that was spread from the fairy world to the lower realm, he gave birth to a spirit tribe that became intelligent and refined. His cultivation level is not as good as that of the top princes, but his magical powers are very terrifying and weird.

"What? Do you think you have too few opponents? How about adding me as well?"

The clear sound is crisp and graceful, like the sound of a phoenix, and like the wind blowing through the mind, it is intoxicating.

"Wind Spirit King!"

Ye Mo was shuddered, and turned to look at a stunning figure in bold clothing, with gauze tassels dancing in the wind.

Two top princes, one ordinary prince, and three princes appeared at the same time to besiege Ye Mo.

It is hard to imagine that now Ye Mo's side has smuggled down 200 immortal clones from the fairy world to support him, which is equivalent to 200 powerful men. With such a lineup, Kunpeng Shenzong can still separate three princes to besiege Ye Mo.

"You don't care about the immortal clone?"

Ye Mo frowned, wondering how these people could be so calm.

"There are tens of thousands of immortal clones, how can we control so many. No matter what, you will definitely not be able to completely break the plans of the immortals this time. Likewise, you can stay."

The Wind Spirit King only wore an obscene garment and a thin skirt. Other than that, there was only a translucent hazy gauze on his body, full of strange amorous feelings and full of charm. However, his temperament But it is ethereal and out of the dust, very contradictory.

Hearing this, Ye Mo's heart suddenly sank.

Wind Spirit King is right, there are too many immortals in the lower world, even if all the strongest ones are sent out to greet them, it is not enough.

Moreover, these immortal clones were originally used as cannon fodder to cover up the traces of the immortal clones.

In this case, it doesn't matter what they do, as long as they guard this three-acre land and welcome the immortal clones, there is no need to pay attention to the clones of other immortals.

Of course, this is the case for the Kunpeng Divine Sect, but it has another meaning for the Jiuzhou Four Clans and Ye Mo. No matter which immortal recovers his cultivation, it will be very terrifying and cannot be let go!

Under such comparison, it is nothing if the Kunpeng Divine Sect can still send out the most powerful ones.

"The three princes besieged Ye. They really think highly of Ye."

Ye Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light flickered, like the cold moonlight, or like the cold metal light reflected from a sword.

"We don't dare to underestimate City Lord Ye."

The painting king's skin was as white as frost, his brows were soft, and his watery brows were drawn into his temples, and he said with a slight smile.

"Then let's meet Zhenzhang."

Ye Mo sneered, and the blue gown swayed, and the light of infinite energy and blood penetrated the body, turning into crimson clouds. The surging blood light was as blazing as the huge divine sun, catching people's attention.

"go!"

"Suppression!"

"Wind Sand Vortex!"

The three princes were not polite and each launched their own powerful methods.

The painting king's face, with red lips and white teeth, condensed, he pointed at Ye Mo with the magic formula, and shouted to Lei Qilin beside him.

The unicorn was several feet high and ten feet long. Its whole body was filled with thunder and lightning, which was very blazing. Its pair of beast eyes were as bright as two eternal magic lamps. It roared with extraordinary power and stepped on colorful auspicious clouds, which were wrapped around its body. The auspicious energy and lightning rushed away with unparalleled ferocity.

At the same time, the Ghost Tomb King also controlled the big tomb, causing it to suppress overwhelmingly. The death energy of the underworld was surging, and the mist surged into the sky. It seemed that Ye Mo was really going to be sent to the tomb to be refined.

Wind Spirit King was even more terrifying. He activated his innate magical power directly. In an instant, the void collapsed and twisted suddenly, and then countless holes quickly appeared. These holes were invisible and extremely hidden.

The three magical powers and magic weapons suppressed at the same time, and even Ye Mo looked solemn.

"Kill!"

Ye Mo looked up to the sky and roared, his hair dancing wildly, and his eyes were full of divine light. Inside, there were sixteen prisms standing up to the sky. As they rotated, the sun was destroyed and the stars sank, and the world collapsed.

"Star-Destroying Finger!"

The self-created martial arts were performed, and the stars flickered like stars. It was not very bright, but very moving, as if the entire starry sky and the countless stars were condensed on this finger.

Around the fingertips, there was a circle of dark black, exuding a terrible breath.

With a finger pointed out, the void was shattered layer by layer, the chaotic storm was annihilated, and the laws were also defeated and scattered, like a mini black hole flying out.

The terrifying and boundless scene frightened King Feng Ling and he quickly retreated. He dared not resist and could only constantly use his magical powers to gradually erase the terrifying finger.

"Five Elements Capturing Hand!"

Ye Mo roared again, the dazzling colorful light in his eyes flowed, and his five fingers were spread out, with a brilliant divine light on each finger.

Bang!

With a palm against the sky, the boundless secret power was vast, and the five elements rules were rioting. At this moment, it seemed that the whole world was stagnant, and countless creatures could not help but change their faces wildly, with horrified expressions, as if they were trapped in a quagmire.

Crackling!

Turning his head, Ye Mo's body burst out with dazzling purple light, blazing like a divine fire, jumping and blasting the void, and millions of thunders, twisting like a dragon, winding and killing, crisscrossing the sky.

"All things, condense!"

The All Things Purple Thunder Flame, formed by the fusion of Yin-Yang All Things Immortal Thunder and Purple Qi Cloud Flame, gushed out, surging like waves, sweeping out, and then suddenly condensed, and actually condensed into a purple thunder-wrapped, extraordinary Thunder Kirin.

The Thunder Kirin formed by the Purple Qi Cloud Flame let out a long roar, and pounced on it, fighting fiercely with the Thunder Kirin drawn by the Painting King.

One person alone against three kings and dukes!

This scene shocked countless creatures, with horror on their faces, and they couldn't believe it.

Who would have thought that Ye Mo was invincible in the Nascent Soul Stage and the Spiritualization Stage, and now he is already in the Void Refining Stage, and he can still fight against many people alone. The three great kings and dukes, two of whom are top kings and dukes, still couldn't do anything to him!

Such a result made the three great kings and dukes look extremely ugly.

They are top princes, even the painting king, who had terrifying talents when he was young. He was the real Jiaoyang. His body was a painting made by an immortal. After he was born with intelligence, he was naturally extraordinary.

Not to mention the Wind Spirit King and the Ghost Tomb King.

The Wind Spirit King was second only to the Thunder Spirit King in the Kunpeng Divine Sect’s Spiritual Clan. Among the many top princes, his combat power was also one of the best. He was also extremely extraordinary when he was young.

The Ghost Tomb King was the same. Relying on the magic weapon tomb, he was not afraid of even the head of the ghost clan. He was high above the entire Divine Sect.

But the current situation is... the three of them can't do anything to Ye Mo!

How can they accept this.

"Bury people!"

The Ghost Tomb King shouted angrily, pinching the magic formula in his hand, and the ghost energy around him was filled with dark fog, which turned into rolling black clouds, covering the sky and the sun, and the momentum overwhelmed the world.

Boom!

The power of the tomb surged, and a dark and gloomy hole opened on it. The black light flowed, as if it was going to swallow up the world, the sun and the moon, and even the light could not escape.

On the other side, the painting king also painted again. In just a few strokes, a vast galaxy jumped out on the paper, and the starlight was hazy, like gauze and fog, jumping out.

Suddenly, the entire sky collapsed and turned into a black background curtain. A gorgeous and boundless galaxy was suspended in it. Each star was like a grain of sand, shining with light, and the brilliance was billions.

Then, the galaxy shook violently, and a vast and boundless waterfall of starlight poured down. The scene was magnificent and terrifying, as if billions of stars were condensed in the waterfall and rolled down.

"Extreme Wind Killing Zone!"

At this time, King Feng Ling also followed suit, shattering the void inch by inch, and the chaotic storm was wiped out. There was only a truly "empty" area, but there was an indescribable horror, slowly moving towards Ye Mo, trying to unite with the Star Waterfall to force Ye Mo into the tomb.

Ye Mo frowned, flipped his palm, and a great magical flying sword appeared in his hand, which he threw into the "vacuum" area.

In an instant, the flying sword was sucked into the almost invisible hole, and then Ye Mo's consciousness swept slightly, and he found that after the flying sword entered the hole, it was instantly flattened. This was really flat, hundreds of thousands and millions of times smaller than the countless particles in the human body, and its area instantly reached billions of miles wide, which was extremely terrifying!

Seeing this scene, Ye Mo's face changed instantly. At this moment, he suddenly understood why King Feng Ling could have such a reputation!

"No matter how powerful your magical power is, or how wonderful your magic weapon is, can it compare to the heavenly tribulation?"

Ye Mo suddenly smiled coldly, and all the aura in his body burst out, like a round of divine sun from the immortal world descending, shaking all directions, shaking the nine heavens and the nine underworlds, and trembling the laws of the sky, shining with brilliant light, expressing submission!

Boom!

At this moment, the endless dark clouds were dispelled, and a nine-color tribulation cloud that covered the sky was condensed, with the aura of the great way and the aura of destruction, which was so terrifying that it made people tremble, and their souls almost wanted to break out of their shells and leave.

"Human immortal tribulation!"

The three kings' faces changed immediately, as pale as corpses. They never expected that Ye Mo could already survive the tribulation, and chose to survive at this time!