Super Sect Development System

"Your Excellency, don't be nervous. The purpose of my coming to the Nine Regions is not to start a boring war, but to come for one thing.

"only……"

"It's a bit difficult to get this thing. I'm afraid I have to borrow the lives of endless creatures in the wilderness to use it..."

After King Anlan said these words, everyone in the sky above the wilderness felt a layer of frost spreading in front of their eyes, and an invisible killing intent spread from King Anlan, freezing everything...

This murderous intention is colorless and invisible. When it spreads, it has no terrifying power, but its speed is extremely terrifying. In just a few breaths, it has enveloped the scope of Jiugong City with the Anlan King people as the core, and it is still spreading. …

"What are you going to do!" Hu Yanzhuo asked sharply. At this time, the power around him was also flickering unsteadily, resisting the killing intent around King Anlan.

However, King Anlan is too strong, and his resistance cannot make a splash at all.

King Anlan closed his eyes quietly. He did not mock the wilderness for being weak, nor did he say any more nonsense. He was very calm, as if what he was doing was not killing endless creatures, but meditating normally.

Behind Hu Yanzhuo, most of the dozen or so palace masters had lost their will to fight. They were unable to resist just a killing intent. This was so desperate...

This was only the action of King Anlan. There were six people on both sides of him. The auras of the six people were equally powerful, and each of them was wearing scarlet armor. This was the standard armor that only the powerful kings of the Underworld were qualified to wear.

In other words, this time, the Nether Clan has seven people with king-level combat power alone!

The murderous intention was still spreading, and the monks from many sects below did not know that there was a terrifying strong man appearing in the sky above who could not defeat him with all the power of the Holy Meteor Continent and the wasteland.

At this time, they were focusing their attention on the upper echelons of the human race, Hu Yanzhuo and Ren Hongyuan. Being exposed outside the starry sky gave them strong fear. They hoped that these upper echelons of the human race could bring him hope and give them strength.

But at this moment,

The sky full of murderous intent descends here,

Each sect and its disciples formed statues without even making a sound of resistance.

Siyang Sect, Qianshan Sect, Cangyan Sect, Thunder Sect...

The sects that originally stood up to resist, and the living monks who originally stood up to resist, at this moment, as the ruthless murderous intent swept past, they turned into a field of statues and a land of death...

The killing intent from King Anlan is spreading, and death is also spreading on the Holy Meteor Continent.

"snort!"

Suddenly, a cold snort sounded from the depths of the Nine Realms.

I saw the core of the Nine Realms, the Sky Realm, the Seven Star City, a mountain suspended in the clouds emitting supreme divine power and rushing towards the Desolate Realm.

It wants to stop King Anlan!

Qixing Mountain finally takes action!

King Anlan remained expressionless with his eyes closed.

Around him, the six king-level experts looked at each other, and their bodies changed at this moment, turning into a stream of light and moving directly in the direction of Seven Star Mountain.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a star robe appeared on the Seven Star Mountain. His eyes were like two stars.

He was hanging on Qixing Mountain. The seven peaks of Qixing Mountain, Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, and Yaoguang. At this moment, they emitted starlight soaring into the sky, absorbing the light from the sky. The power of starlight from outside the sky blessed this middle-aged man.

For a moment, the owner of Qixing Mountain was surrounded by sacred starlight, like a fairy descending from the sky.

The Lord of Qixing Mountain, the monk who is rumored to have lived for a million years, and the strongest man in the Nine Realms, Ling Xiao, has taken action!

The light emanating from Qixing Mountain rushed towards the murderous intention of King Anlan.

The other six powerful men who were crowned kings of the Nether Tribe also arrived at this moment and faced the power of the Seven Star Mountain.

boom!

For a time, the space was torn apart, the power of countless laws tore and scattered, and the terrifying power raged.

After a moment, the fluctuations dissipated, and the six powerful kings disappeared from the spot and continued to rush towards the Seven Star Mountain.

They actually chose to bypass the power of Qixing Mountain and go straight to Qixing Mountain.

"Rampant! Do you think you can take down the sect that I have worked so hard for millions of years with just a few of you!"

Ling Xiao snorted coldly and actually held the magic weapon directly in his hand and rushed towards the six powerful kings.

The master of Qixing Mountain was actually fighting one against six!

However, the moment he went to confront these six powerful kings, the power of Qixing Mountain that originally blocked King Anlan's murderous intention was withdrawn at this moment.

Qixing Mountain has limited power. It can only choose between protecting the wilderness and turning around to protect Qixing Mountain. Obviously, Qixing Mountain chose to turn around and let go.

King Anlan's murderous intention continued to spread.

Except for the area where Jiugong Dao Jiugong is located, King Anlan's murderous intention is like a sickle. All the sects, villages, and cities it passes through will be turned into death places and statues displayed in an instant.

Hu Yanzhuo and Ren Hongyuan had stopped struggling. Ren Hongyuan turned around, with endless sadness in his eyes, looking at the massacred human land below, this wilderness, this Nine Palaces Road...

One hundred thousand years ago, he experienced the same thing.

At that time, a person named Lord Blood Hunter controlled him and opened his eyes to let him watch one hundred thousand soldiers and his brothers die in front of him.

One hundred thousand years later, history is happening again.

Once again, someone slaughtered his compatriots and his sect disciples in front of him...

This time, he was just as powerless and could only watch.

"No——"

The old Hu Yanzhuo fell to the ground powerlessly, making a hoarse sound. The sects and living monks who had believed in him and were ready to fight the Hades with him turned into cold statues at this moment. The sects and cities turned into dead silence.

And he, the Taoist master of Jiugong Dao, was actually... helpless.

Hu Yanzhuo no longer had the usual openness and teasing. One hundred thousand years of pain, one hundred thousand years of regret, and the unresolved mental barriers reappeared, hitting his sea of ​​consciousness and his Dao heart together with the pain at this time, making him curl up in pain and his face twisted.

"Am I, Hu Yanzhuo, destined to watch my compatriots and my brothers die in front of me again and again without any way to do anything..."

"I don't..."

Suddenly, King Anlan seemed to feel something and opened his eyes.

Someone in Qixing City took action again.

The branch hall of the Tianji Pavilion, which reached the sky and the earth, flashed with a terrifying light. A figure appeared in front of the branch hall, looking at King Anlan quietly.

At this moment, the desperate Hu Yanzhuo suddenly felt hopeful.

Is the Tianji Pavilion going to take action too?