Perfect World

"Do you think there is no one in Butian Pavilion? We are back. Let's fight to the death and kill all the enemies!"

The people who came back roared, and they all activated their noble phantoms and charged forward. There were figures in all directions, all leading a group of masters to support the Pure Land.

The morale of the Butian Pavilion was low at first, but now that they saw their former disciples returning, they all became excited and charged fiercely, fighting against all kinds of enemies.

The war started, and the rain of gods was falling in the sky, like crystal petals flying one after another. It was very beautiful, but the ground was so bloody.

"Ling Tianhou is here, who dares to attack my sect?!"

A very majestic figure, wearing silver armor, flew across the sky, destroying everything along the way. As soon as the rune came out, the enemies in front exploded and turned into blood mist.

"Ling Tianhou, if you don't treat me well as your lord and respect someone, come here to wade in the muddy water, be careful to risk your own life in it!" A relic roared. It was a crow, as black as ink, as long as Tens of meters away, its sound was ominous, and a black light surged into the sky.

It is an adult master of the bird race. It kills everyone here, and it is invincible. It has just cleared an area and led a group of crows in the tribe to bathe in the rain of the gods.

"Noisy, a little crow dares to claim the title of king, so arrogant and arrogant, kill!" Ling Tianhou shouted, with a giant bow in his hand, he pulled out a big arrow, fully pulled the bow string, and shot out with a chirp.

The arrow feathers are like a rainbow, like a silver torch, shining brightly, shooting through the sky, rushing towards the huge crow, it will change direction and follow it.

The crow crows and spits out black fire, which turns into runes and burns the arrow feathers.

However, the arrow feathers were brilliant and the silver symbols shone, obliterating the black flames and becoming overwhelming. There was a soft "pop" sound, and the silver arrow feathers shot through the crow's body, causing it to explode and break into pieces, with blood flying everywhere.

The power of an arrow was so powerful that it directly killed an ancient relic. Ling Tianhou's fear and strength made people tremble. In just a moment, the area was empty and no one dared to block it.

"The leader of the Qishan clan is here. Anyone who invades my pure land will be killed without mercy!" An old man came across the sky like an angry lion, holding a treasure seal in his palm. He shook it in the wind, quickly enlarged it, and flew out, which was bigger than the mountain peak. huge.

It pressed down quickly, fiercely and domineeringly, the earth collapsed inch by inch, and the group of creatures below were all frightened, unable to resist at all, and were crushed to pieces by the big seal.

"Kill!"

Shouting to kill Zhentian, countless Butian Pavilion disciples came from all directions. They were covered in blood and had come from a bloody battle from afar.

The mountains and rivers are full of enemy traces, wars are everywhere, and people are all dying.

No matter whether they are famous strong men or ordinary masters, as long as they come from the Pure Land, they have a fearless temperament, otherwise they would not come to support.

This pure land is boiling, with fighting in all directions, and the sound of killing everywhere.

Everyone in Butian Pavilion was extremely excited, with tears rolling in their eyes. Whether they were former disciples a hundred years ago or in the past few decades, so many people came back, making everyone feel like crying.

Even Lei Zu Muyan, Liu Lao and others had tears in their eyes, and they were more willing to fight. They rushed in all directions, specifically killing those ancestor-level monsters.

"Butian Pavilion is over, and the sacrifice spirit is about to die. What else can they have? With so many powerful forces taking action, this place is destined to become a scorched earth. Let's work together to destroy this place as soon as possible."

An old monster spoke. He was a true ancestor-level figure with few rivals. He had a big feud with Butian Pavilion, and such people rarely appeared on weekdays.

"Are you done with that?!"

A sun rises, so dazzling that it makes people unable to open their eyes. It is a person, he is shining, and the pure land he shines is bright, and it looks extremely frightening.

"It's the War King!"

The color of everyone changed, the shadow of the famous tree, the King of War had a great reputation, it was all achieved by his own killing. Back then, he also came to Butian Pavilion to practice, and now he has returned.

I have to say that he was really too powerful. The runes flickered in his raised hands, pressing down on the front like a vast sea. On the spot, he actually forced the old monster to cough up blood and his body was shaken violently.

"Kill!" The old monster opened his mouth and spat out a sword, which was only a foot long. It was brilliant and turned into a sword to strike.

This sword is polished from the teeth of an unknown ancient beast. It is green in color and indestructible. It has been used since the birth of the old monster until now. It is invincible and can easily cut through mountains.

"when!"

However, at this moment, the King of War directly shook the sword with his fingers, without any fear, and used his palm to fight against it.

The green Noble Phantasm trembled, its runes shone, and it almost fell from the sky.

"Kill me!" The old monster spurted out a piece of energy and submerged it into the green sword, making it shine even brighter, like a divine river flowing.

"Dangdangdang..."

The King of War shook his fingers, and tapped on this precious phantom with ten fingers one after another, using the most powerful rune power to make the world tremble, and a low mountain not far away cracked due to the sound waves.

"Click"

In the end, the green divine sword cracked and was broken by the King of War's fingers, and a terrible treasure was destroyed.

The old monster roared and went completely crazy. This was the weapon he had been practicing all his life. He didn't expect it to be destroyed like this today, making his eyes red and blood spurting from his mouth.

"I will fight with you!"

"Then you go to hell!" War King shouted coldly, still like a sun, killing forward.

"boom"

With astonishing divine power, the War King punched out, and the runes were like a sea, scattering the old monster's magic, and then sent him flying into the air, exploding in the sky.

Absolutely strong, unparalleled power, worthy of his reputation for daring to compete with the Human Emperor for the throne, his great power was completely achieved through battle.

"Senior brother, we have not seen each other for many years, and you and I meet again!" The War King opened his eyes and rushed into the depths of the Pure Land to meet the master of the Butian Pavilion.

The sound of "Senior Brother" made both of them sigh.

The master of Butian Pavilion was agitated. The War King only practiced in the Pure Land for ten years and then left. He mainly focused on the Stone Kingdom. Unexpectedly, he still came today to rescue the Pure Land. It can be said that he values ​​love and justice.

"No matter how many people you come today, it will be useless. Shen Teng is going to die. What else can you rely on? You are destined to be destroyed!"

A silver dragon roared, dancing its huge body, and rushed forward. This was a relic that had a big grudge against Butian Pavilion. It was very terrifying and had caused many killings here.

What it says is true. Even if someone comes to help, it will be difficult to change the status quo. After all, there are too many enemies, and it is a combination of many powerful forces. The most important thing is that the strongest person in the Nine Heavens can decide everything.

"Buzz"

The master of Butian Pavilion said nothing, and took action himself, turning into a ball of light and flying towards it, suppressing the silver dragon. Thunder and lightning intertwined with it when he raised his hand, and it was immediately scorched black and its scales spread out.

Everyone nearby was surprised. This was a dragon king. It was definitely not comparable to ordinary relics. It was severely injured when it came up. Its ferocious and invincible look just now left a deep impression on people.

Seeing this, the war king rushed away and continued to fight.

The silver dragon was furious, and opened his mouth to spit out a piece of divine light, trying to suppress the master of Butian Pavilion. He even rose into the air, relying on his powerful body to kill, trying to tear his opponent alive.

With a "buzz" sound, a glow rose behind the Butian Pavilion's master, and a pair of golden divine wings appeared, blowing with strong winds and thunderous roars.

This is the Divine Roc Technique, and it is rich in extremely terrifying ways of transformation. At this moment, the Pure Land Master himself directly grew in size and turned into a big golden bird.

"What, it's so scary. He is psychic and can transform into a divine bird form!" Many people exclaimed.

There are many ways to practice the treasure technique, one of which is a difficult path, which is to truly transform into other living beings. The conditions are harsh, but it is extremely powerful, and sometimes it can make up for the shortcomings of the incomplete treasure technique.

With a "hoo" sound, the roc spread its wings and swooped down. A pair of huge golden claws grabbed the silver dragon and tore it violently. Blood immediately splashed out and endless light burst out.

The silver dragon roared with fear in his heart. The dragons were naturally afraid of the Peng clan and restrained them. It was said that Dapeng would eat snakes, dragons, etc. every day and use them as food.

"puff"

The silver dragon struggled, but still could not escape the fate of destruction. It was torn apart and died tragically on the spot.

All the creatures changed their colors. Once the master of Butian Pavilion freed his hands and was freed from the busyness of rescuing his disciples, he would be extremely frightened.

He has now begun to specifically block the strongest men of various religions, and is a terrible threat to everyone.

Butian Pavilion is united as one, unprecedentedly united. Fighting against the heroes here, although there are heavy casualties, they are not without the strength to fight.

"Is this useful?" In the distance, golden light was shining, and an unimaginable enemy appeared. Although it was humanoid, it was covered with golden hair. It was obviously not a human being, and its terrifying aura was overwhelming.

"Golden beast!" Everyone was surprised, and then their hearts trembled. This is a creature from the ancient sacred mountain, known as the servant of God!

Indeed, the appearance of such creatures is enough to explain everything. The decisive battle between the strongest men in the sky has already decided the outcome of Butian Pavilion.

"Hehe, haha..." Loud laughter came from the sky, and the sky-swallowing bird spread its wings and hit the sky, because it felt that the sacrifice spirit was exhausted. After all, it had already dried up and could no longer support it.

"The divine seed belongs to me, you can't protect this pure land anymore!" Qiongqi was also extremely cold, his green eyes emitting cold light, and his murderous aura moved everyone around.

"boom"

In the sky, large areas of light rain erupted. The divine vines were dim and exposed high in the sky. They were all scorched yellow without any greenery. All the leaves were withered, including the vines.

There is only one green-skinned gourd, which still has energy and vitality.

"puff"

Rain of blood splashed, and Lao Teng made his final battle, injuring the Sky-Swallowing Bird, causing its feathers to fall and blood to splash.

"Chi"

The green-skinned gourd shook, shooting chaotic sword light, slashing the shoulder of the humanoid creature from Yishan, and the golden blood rushed up high.

"Roar..." At the same time, Qiongqi roared because it was hit by the old vine with its vines, coughing up blood and almost breaking its bones.

The old vines are about to fall, and countless light rains are falling on the earth.

"Goodbye!" It spit out these two words, and it no longer had the strength to fight.

"Lord Sacrifice to Spirits!" Many people in the Pure Land cried out sadly.

"You have been living for a long time, you should have died!" The sky-swallowing bird's words were cold, its bloody eyes were extremely cold, and its murderous intent was like a tide. With a click, it tore off a dry and yellowing vine with its sharp claws.

"Your body is exhausted, what else can you use to fight? Today you can't turn everything into light rain. I will grind you into powder, refine you into pills, and swallow them all!" Qiongqi also roared.

The old vine was very calm and was about to die. It looked down at the pure land and looked at the ancient yard that was destroyed in the war. It was born there and now it will end its life here.

"Master Spirit Sacrifice!" Everyone in Butian Pavilion shouted, unable to accept this result, filled with hatred and anger, and couldn't help but shed tears.

The little boy screamed, feeling a strong sense of belonging for the first time, but he was shattered by this ruthless and cruel reality. He was holding the broken sword in one hand and the small tower in the other, and he was also rushing to kill, and he couldn't wait to rush. Go have a big fight on the ninth day.

"Buzz"

Suddenly, the broken sword glowed, and an old man with disheveled hair appeared, with an ancient sword stuck in his head and black blood flowing out.

The ghost master appeared, and this time not only the little one could see it, but also everyone else.

He took the broken sword from Xiao Budian's hand and rubbed it with his hand. He looked slightly confused, seemed to wake up after a moment, and then became furious and soared into the sky.

"puff"

Everyone was shocked. This old man with disheveled hair, holding a broken sword, immediately chopped off the claws of the Sky-Swallowing Bird that had broken off a section of the vine, and blood spurted out.

No one expected that he would be so powerful and terrifying, and that he would appear so unexpectedly in the sky.

Light raindrops, the divine vine is about to disappear, and the whole body is burning, turning into a gorgeous divine rain.

"You fulfilled your promise to me and protected the Pure Land until you grew old and died in battle." The old man with disheveled hair and hollow eyes said to the sacrificial spirit.

"Who are you?" The Sky-Swallowing Bird was furious, reattached its broken claws, glowed all over, and swooped down.

"Roar..." The gray-haired old man looked up to the sky and roared like a demon. The wind and clouds in the world were reversed and rushed upward.

The Sky-Swallowing Bird was shocked and evaded as fast as he could. The murderous aura was too strong!

"You planted me and gave me life..." the sacrificial spirit whispered, looking at the old man whose head was pierced by the ancient sword. It blurred in the light rain and gradually disappeared.