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"How dare you come here to cause trouble, Xiaoxiao?!"

Nezha arrived forcefully, and the aura of the saint filled the air.

The expression of the young man holding the sword changed slightly.

Behind him, the few people hiding under the shadow also appeared, and each of them had an extraordinary aura.

There are even saints among them.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a ferocious beast in the Shenwu Army. It seems that the information we have is insufficient."

An old man at the head glanced at the black dog Roaring Sky Dog and said.

"You guys hold Nezha under control, and I'll catch the mythical beast."

The old man said.

Even if their traces were exposed, they still had no intention of retreating. It was obvious that they were very confident in their own strength.

"Okay, let's make a quick decision."

The young man holding the sword and several others attacked Nezha.

And Nezha's eyes turned cold, "Presumptuous!"

boom!

The flames soared into the sky, burning all the wasteland.

In the dazzling firelight, Nezha's three-headed and six-armed form opened up.

Eight holy vessels, shining brightly.

The young men holding swords also used magical powers and spells, and the sword energy and palm movements contained majestic original power, intertwined.

As a result, the void produced a series of violent sounds.

After the smoke.

Nezha rushed out, stabbing out the fire-tip spear in his hand.

The young man holding the sword resisted for a moment, and a huge force hit the sword with a clashing sound, forcefully driving him away.

The hand holding the sword was buzzing and shaking.

"What a domineering force."

The expression of the young man holding the sword changed slightly.

But Nezha didn't pay attention to him, but rushed towards the other side, trying to stop the old man who was about to enter the pavilion where Daji and Wu Zhui were.

"No matter what your purpose is, targeting the people of the Shenwu Army is an unforgivable crime!" Nezha threw the circle of heaven and earth.

But a figure appeared in front of the old man, blocking the circle of heaven and earth.

This is another saint.

Nezha's face changed slightly, "When did the saints turn into cabbage, one after another, who are you?"

It is not easy to mobilize the power of several saints.

"It has nothing to do with you, just fight with me again."

The young man holding the sword roared loudly, and behind him, a dark figure appeared faintly, like a god standing tall on the sky and the earth.

Divine fluctuations were faintly exuding from his body.

"God of Darkness, be with me!"

There was a hint of fanaticism in the eyes of the young man holding the sword, and he charged towards Nezha with the sword. Every move contained extremely surging dark power.

"snort."

Nezha snorted coldly and started fighting with these people again.

Seeing this, Roaring Sky Dog also went up to help, but its strength was only supreme, and it was no match for these saints.

The old man was now close to the pavilion where Daji and Wu Zhui were.

"The divine beasts belong to my sect of gods."

The old man murmured.

Then he raised his hand high, and a powerful source of power poured out.

This power has a strong gloomy meaning, as if coming from the netherworld, giving people a chilling feeling.

"The God of the Netherworld is with me."

The old man said, with a palm falling.

The power of the source turned into a huge palm and fell from the sky. The light of law lingered in it, and there was the faint sound of thousands of ghosts crying.

"snort!"

Just when this palm was about to destroy the pavilion where Daji and Wu Zhui were.

But I heard a cold snort.

In the void, a silver-white vertical pattern slowly emerged.

The brilliant power of heaven swept out.

The vertical pattern suddenly expanded and turned into a huge heavenly eye!

The Sky Eye released its divine light, and the huge black palm melted away as quickly as snow meets the scorching sun, and the old man's expression also changed drastically.

"No, this power...is the Holy King!"

“There is actually a Saint King-level presence in this divine martial army?!”

The old man was shocked.

Holy kings are extremely rare in the entire battlefield of all realms. Every holy king mostly has the background of some ancient forces.

How long has it been since the Shenwu Army has just risen and there is a Holy King sitting in command?

It's incredible.

Things took an unexpected turn, and the few people who were full of confidence suddenly retreated. They were not the opponents of the Holy King.

"The Shenwu Army actually has such a trump card... retreat quickly!"

"We are no match for the Holy King, retreat!"

The old man made a prompt decision and asked everyone to leave.

Unfortunately, it's a step too late.

"Come when you want, leave when you want? Who do you think our Shenwu Army is?" The cold voice echoed in the sky, containing great majesty.

And in the void.

The divine light released by the huge eye covered hundreds of miles in radius, forming a barrier that sealed the old man and the others inside.

"What a powerful pupil technique!"

The old man's tone was extremely solemn, he raised his hand to activate the source, and blasted out with a palm to shake the barrier, but it was difficult to break it for a while.

And when he acted.

The huge eye in the sky has disappeared.

But deep in the Shenwu Army, a bright light rose into the sky. In the bright light, a young man wearing silver armor and holding a three-pointed two-edged sword came out of the air. On his forehead, silver vertical lines were filled with mysterious Taoism. rhyme.

"Are you the one who casts that eye spell?!"

The old man glanced at the vertical lines on Yang Jian's forehead and felt a little apprehensive.

Yang Jian didn't say much. He waved the three-pointed two-edged sword lightly in his hand, and a silvery-white edge suddenly slashed out across the void.

There was no fancy blow, but it gave the old man the most extreme shock.

He roared, pushing his strength to the extreme.

"Netherworld Ghost Claw!"

Boom!

The pitch-black ghost claw blasted out, but was mercilessly torn apart by the silver-white edge!

The terrifying power directly blasted the old man to spit blood and fly backwards.

Yang Jian continued to attack.

The weapon was wielded, and the edge was revealed!

He had reached the level of Saint King, and his strength was very terrifying. The three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand was also a Saint King weapon. When he used his cultivation, he was like a god of war.

After a while, the old man was killed!

The others saw this, swallowed their saliva, and their hearts were broken.

"So strong!"

"The strength of this Saint King is so terrifying..."

And being in the Sky Eye barrier, they had no way to retreat. Under the attack of Nezha and Yang Jian, they soon died and only one person was left.

That was the young man with the sword.

Nezha was about to kill him, but Yang Jian stopped him, "Wait a minute, let me interrogate him to see what kind of power he belongs to."

His heavenly eyes opened again, and a shocking force flowed out.

The sword-wielding young man's body shook, and his eyes gradually became chaotic.

"Tell me, where are you from?"

"We come from, from..."

The sword-wielding young man showed a look of pain on his face, and then he let out a shrill scream, and his head exploded with a bang.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, "There is a certain restriction on his mind. Once someone tries to interrogate him, it will trigger the restriction and kill him."

"What a cruel method, what kind of power is the other party from, and he can actually put such a restriction on a saint?"

"No, this restriction is not imposed by others, but by this saint himself." Yang Jian said as his heavenly eyes swept over the body of the sword-wielding young man.

This surprised Nezha even more.

"You did it yourself? Others didn't do the same."

"Yes."

Yang Jian glanced at the others and nodded slightly.

"Tsk, the power that can make these saints so crazy must be extraordinary. Is it some kind of belief? If it is some kind of fanatic, it makes sense that they would do such crazy things." Nezha guessed.

"I heard the word God from their mouths, so it should be. Let's wait until the military lord comes back to talk about everything." Yang Jian said lightly.