Prehistoric: Twelve Golden Immortals At The Beginning Of The Game

Li Xuan looked around for a week and said with a smile:

"There are so many half-step Da Luo here."

The great ancestor of the demon race smiled:

"It doesn't work if you are not serious about your Xuantian school, especially your fellow Taoist Xuantian."

"You have caused enough turmoil in the lower realms, old man, no matter where you come from,"

"Today, Xuantian's door will be destroyed."

With that, the great ancestor of the Yao race waved his palm, and a dozen and a half-step Da Luo Qi beside him took a step and walked towards Huaguo Mountain.

The momentum was so strong that the entire Huaguo Mountain began to tremble slightly.

Li Xuan smiled, unmoved,

Mo Chen took a step and stood side by side with Jun Ao. With a wave of his hand, a black mist rolled out from his sleeve and fell on the sky above Huaguo Mountain, covering the half-step Da Luo and the great ancestor of the monster race.

Jiuqu Yellow River Formation!

As soon as this burst came out, dozens of half-step Ronaldo suddenly stagnated, because they felt the pressure brought by this strange formation.

The billowing black fog in the Jiuqu Yellow River Array instantly separated them,

The ancestor of the demon race stood in the formation, squinting slightly, and said coldly:

"Pretend to be a ghost, break the formation!"

The only strong demon clan standing in front of him with a big sword drew out the big sword behind him, held the hilt in both hands, raised the big sword in his hand, roared, and slashed forward.

At the same time, Jun Ao, holding Qingping's scabbard, also appeared in front of him.

He raised the Qingping sword in his hand, blocking the powerful sword of the Yaozu powerhouse, and said indifferently:

"I will be your opponent."

The big sword in the hands of the strong monster clan slashed on Qingping's blade, grinning grinningly:

"You are the strongest human sword repairer I have ever met in thousands of years,"

"Your first class, I have accepted it."

As soon as the voice fell, I heard the roar of the monster clan powerhouse. The big sword in his hand was raised high and slashed at the Qingping sword in Jun Ao's hand:

"What I like the most is to crush the dignity that others are proud of!"

"Your kendo dignity will be cut to pieces by my own hands!"

Huh!

The sword light flashed, and the sword split into two.

However, it was not the Qingping sword in Jun Ao's hand that was broken.

It was the pitch-black sword in the hands of the strong monsters.

His eyes widened, a blood line appeared between his eyebrows, slowly emerging, unwilling to say:

"This is, what sword!"

Jun Ao didn't know when he appeared behind the strong monster clan, his sword was four inches out of its sheath!

I saw him holding the hilt in his hand, slowly returning to the sheath, and said indifferently:

"Qingping."

Puff puff!

The strong monster of the demon race maintained the posture of swinging the sword, a stream of blood spewed out from the center line of the body, the body was divided into two, and the hatred was on the spot.

Under Qingping's sword, even the soul was beheaded together.

After handing out this sword, Jun Ao's face remained as usual.

Because after the Battle of Xiaofengguan, his realm has already broken through to the Golden Wonderland.

With the blessing of Qingping Sword, it is not too difficult to cut a half-step Ronaldo with this sword.

The same battle took place in another battlefield,

Ziyuan gathered thunder into a whip, and directly broke the neck of a strong demon clan.

In the battle of Xiaofengguan, Ziyuan also stepped into the Golden Wonderland.

Although she was not like Jun Ao, she had a divine weapon by her side, but with her own cultivation base, she was scary enough.

However, the other battlefields will be much more embarrassing.

Although Wuqiao and Yiwangchuan also broke through the realm after the Battle of Xiaofengguan, they stepped into the heavenly realm together.

But there is still too much difference between Tianxian and Banbu Daluo.

As soon as the two of them took action, they were almost killed on the spot by the two strong monsters on the opposite side. Fortunately, Mo Chen promptly mobilized the Jiuqu Yellow River Array, entangled the two strong monsters, and rescued them.

But the ink dust at this time was also very uncomfortable.

Although he also broke through to the Heavenly Wonderland in the Battle of Xiaofengguan, his control of the Jiuqu Yellow River Array has also reached a new level.

However, trying to suppress a dozen half-step Da Luo powerhouses and the great ancestor of the demon race holding a scepter at the same time seemed extremely difficult.

Fortunately, the two of Junao Ziyuan are like a broken bamboo, not a half-step big Luo, they are one of them.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of half-step Ronaldo who were suppressed by the Nine Triumphs of the Yellow River Array were killed by two of them.

The two of them stood in front of the great ancestor of the demon race, and there was an unbearable coldness in their eyes.

The monkey Jiejie smiled and said:

"Second Junior Sister, Third Junior Brother, great!"

Then he rolled his eyes and mocked:

"Great Patriarch, the helper you called is not good."

The face of the great ancestor of the monster race is also extremely ugly.

He knew that Xuantian would be very strong, and he planned to summon the ancestors to come down when these dozen half-step Da Luo were killed by the ancestor Xuantian.

But he never expected that, before the Grandmaster Xuantian made a move, the dozens of powerful demon clan kings he called were slaughtered by two disciples under Xuantian.

What's the matter?

The Great Ancestor of the Demon Race had a pale face. He knew that he could not suppress Sun Wukong while contending with these two disciples of the Xuantian Clan. What's more, he was in this weird formation, and there was also an Ancestor Xuantian in the formation. Look closely.

If he dares to underestimate the enemy by half, even if he holds the Demon Realm Scepter in his hand, he will not end up much better than the dozen and half steps he had before.

But if you call the ancestors at this time, it is tantamount to surrendering to the disciples under the Xuantian Clan, this...

Losing to Patriarch Xuantian and losing to the disciples under Xuantian School are completely different things!

Just when the great ancestor of the monster race was in a dilemma, Jun Ao coldly said:

"Call the ancestor,"

"My sword will not kill those who are powerless to resist."

"You!" The Great Ancestor of the Demon Race glared fiercely:

"Boy, you are deceiving too much!"

The great ancestor of the demon clan roared, waved his sleeves, and slapped Jun Ao's forehead with a palm.

He is struggling with serious injuries, and he has to teach this ignorant boy a lesson!

But before his palm touched Jun Ao, the Qingping sword in Jun Ao's hand was already out of its sheath.

Huh!

The blue and black sword light flashed, and the palm of the great ancestor of the monster race flew out directly,

Blood is pouring!

The demonic luck that the great ancestor of the demon race can mobilize, which is more terrifying than the Great Luojin Wonderland, is used to suppress the monkeys.

Now he is just an ordinary half-step big Luo.

Naturally, it cannot be Jun Ao's enemy.

Jun Ao said lightly:

"I said, call the ancestor."

The great ancestor of the demon race became angry, and a token from his sleeve flew out and broke directly.

"Please come to the ancestors!"

boom!

The shattered light of the token turned into a beam of light and flew out, breaking through the sky above the demon realm.

With a loud bang, the beam of light suddenly expanded,

Several figures slowly walked down from the beam of light,

The breath of each person is not under the great ancestor of the monster race who holds the scepter,

The expressions of Jun Ao Ziyuan and Jun Ao Ziyuan grew colder.

These are the real Da Luo Jin fairyland, and they are all the pinnacles of Da Luo Jin Xian!

An ancestor of the Demon Race Daluojing frowned as he looked at the black smoke billowing below:

"A group of trash can't stop even this kind of buggy tricks, and they still have a face to call their ancestors!"

While speaking, the ancestor of the Yaozu Daluojing suddenly pressed the palm of his hand, and the turbulent Daluojing Zhenqi, like a cloud of nine heavens, drooped, pressing toward the Jiuqu Yellow River.

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