Let You Teach Your Disciples And Make Them All Become Great Emperors?

What? Why did you refuse such a generous offer from the Holy Lord?

What else are you saying about killing the sect-protecting formation of my Misty Holy Land?

Arrogant, simply extremely arrogant.

Murong Weihai also frowned when he heard this, feeling very angry inside.

"I don't know how to praise!"

"Do you think you can escape from this ethereal holy land of mine after comprehending the power of perfect artistic conception?"

"So, you are not going to give way?"

Li Suifeng looked directly at Murong Weihai and asked calmly.

Confident, calm, without the slightest fear.

Murong Weihai looked at Li Suifeng's current state and was a little undecided for a moment.

"Holy Lord, this kid is so arrogant. If he is allowed to leave, he will definitely become a major threat to our Misty Holy Land. Why don't we let us take action to kill him here."

Murong Xianghe saw that Murong Weihai was a little undecided, so he suggested something.

The elders of the inner sect are all in his hands now. If an unruly guy comes, it is likely that the power in his hands will be dispersed.

"Um."

Murong Weihai thought for a moment after hearing this, and finally nodded.

Upon seeing this, Murong Xianghe immediately surrounded him with a group of elders from the inner and outer sects.

"Construct the Piaomiao Sword Formation!"

Murong Xianghe shouted loudly and reminded the elders of the inner and outer sects.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately took out their spiritual swords, came to Master and Disciple Li Suifeng, and surrounded them.

The Piao Miao Sword Formation is the inherited sword formation of the Piao Miao Holy Land, with a grade as high as spiritual level.

It is performed by so many monks in the realm of multi-dimensional gods and purple mansions, even in the realm of magical powers, they can compete with one or two.

However, Li Suifeng looked at the group of people surrounding him and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

They were all gathered together, which saved him from having to chase them one by one.

"If you don't let me, then I'll kill you all."

The next moment, an invisible field, with Li Suifeng as the center, spread rapidly to the surroundings,

In the end, the entire square of Misty Holy Land was encompassed.

All the elders of Misty Holy Land who were surrounded by this field could not help but tremble.

An invisible force that combines dominance, destruction, destruction, and sharpness ripples throughout the entire field.

All the elders in the field felt like there was a sharp knife hanging on their necks, as if their lives would be harvested in the next second.

Moreover, the entire field is filled with a powerful artistic conception of the sword.

Some elders moved a little, and their bodies were cut with a bloody line by the ubiquitous knife intent.

Upon seeing this, everyone quickly circulated their spiritual energy to protect their bodies.

"Master's sword domain is so big?"

Mo Bei was shocked when he saw this scene. He also used the Sword Domain Comprehension Card to comprehend the Sword Domain, but it only had a pitiful five-meter range around him.

"What? It's actually the power of the domain?"

Murong Weihai and Murong Xianghe, who were well-informed in the field, both looked in disbelief at this moment.

Mudd! Doesn’t it take one to have a chance to comprehend the power of a domain in the realm of supernatural powers?

Moreover, this kid's domain power range is so large. Could it be that he has reached the Great Perfection of Divine Power Realm?

"It's over, we must call out the ancestors of the magical realm, otherwise they will all die."

Thinking of this, Murong Weihai quickly crushed a communication spirit stone and sent the news to the ancestral mausoleum in the Misty Holy Land.

The Piaomiao Sword Formation is said to be able to compete with the realm of supernatural powers, but it is only one or two.

The final result is that the supernatural realm may be injured a little, but people like them will be burped.

What's more, monks in the magical power realm have realized the existence of magical powers. Only by comprehending a complete magical power can they truly advance to the magical power realm.

This is also the reason why he has been stuck in the half-step magical realm for many years.

Because he has only comprehended an incomplete magical power now, and has not yet fully comprehended it.

But even so, he is still much better than Murong Xianghe, who is in the Great Perfection of Yuanshen Realm.

The power of the domain is also extremely powerful. As long as you are in the domain, your physical strength, endurance, speed, attack and other attributes will be greatly improved, and it will also suppress the opponent's strength.

The larger the field, the stronger the field, the deeper the understanding of the field, and the more powerful the effect on oneself and the weakening of the enemy.

Therefore, everyone in the field at this moment can only exert almost half of their usual strength.

"Disciple, watch out, the power of the domain can also be combined with martial arts."

"Kill the God with one sword."

Li Suifeng shouted softly, and the artistic conception of the sword in the entire field gathered towards him at this moment,

The spiritual sword in his hand also emitted a dazzling light under the transport of spiritual energy in his body.

With a casual wave of Li Suifeng's right hand,

A dazzling sword of over a hundred meters with domineering, destructive, and destructive edge struck out horizontally, striking at the many elders around him like lightning.

"No, let's join forces to defend!"

Everyone hurriedly attacked, trying to stop the sword light together.

But before the colorful attacks touched the sword light, they were shocked and dissipated in the air by the terrifying coercion it radiated.

Unable to even slow it down.

will die!

This thought emerged in the hearts of all the inner and outer sect elders present at this moment.

"Holy Lord, save me!"

When Murong Xianghe saw this, he quickly shouted at Murong Weihai.

"The Misty Holy Sword!"

When Murong Weihai saw this, he quickly took action.

One of the secrets of the Piaomiao Holy Land was sacrificed - the Piaomiao Holy Sword.

A holy-level spiritual sword that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

However, because it has been passed down for such a long time, the holy power contained in this holy sword now has very little left.

Otherwise, even Li Suifeng, who is in the magical power realm, would have no choice but to escape when faced with a peak-level sacred weapon.

As soon as the holy sword came out, it turned into a stream of light, quickly came in front of Murong Xianghe and others, and inserted into the stone slabs of the square.

The next moment, the holy sword quickly grew in size and turned into a giant sword dozens of meters high, protecting Murong Xianghe and others behind them.

And there was a trace of solemn and majestic holy power permeating it, and the halo circulated, bringing a long-lost sense of security to Murong Xianghe and others.

However, at this moment, Li Suifeng's attack also came in front of the holy sword, and struck it without reservation.

Although the holy sword trembled for a while, it still blocked Li Suifeng's attack with a trace of holy power.

The speed of the bright hundreds of meters of sword light was also hindered for the first time.

At the collision point, a powerful energy storm was formed, which dispersed crazily around.

The stone slabs in the square were directly crushed into powder by the energy.

A huge pit hundreds of meters deep appeared at the foot of the holy sword.

If Murong Xianghe and others hadn't been hiding behind the holy sword, the remaining power would have shocked all the elders of Miao Miao Holy Land to death on the spot.

Murong Xianghe and others were relieved when they saw that the attack was stopped by the holy sword, and they all thought that they were safe at this moment.

However, just when everyone thought that the holy sword could block Li Suifeng's attack.

Just hearing a cry, the light of the ethereal holy sword dimmed, and a long and narrow crack was split open by the sword light.

The next moment, he was knocked back by a direct blow and was inserted not far from Murong Weihai's feet. The sword trembled non-stop.