The Legend of Futian

　　 The scene between the mountains became extremely chaotic in an instant, the powerful of various forces were successively attacked by monsters, and the emperor from the outside was not that united.

For example, when Wangshenque practitioners were invaded and retreated by monsters, the ancient royal family of Dayan and the Lingxiao Palace not only did not help, but stared at Ye Futian and the others, their figures flickered together, as if they might be able to do so at any time. Start like.

"Go." Seeing that there was something wrong with the situation, Fairy Penglai took the strong men back. They retreated all the way to the mountains behind. In the other direction, someone passed by, a practitioner of the Piaoxue Temple. They saw this way. The situation showed a strange color, what are these monsters doing?

　　 Jiang Yueli glanced at the battlefield, then looked to the front, and then continued to step forward, moving forward.

The practitioners of Wang Shenque retreat all the way, unknowingly retreating to a valley area, behind which is blocked by a thick black giant peak, those who killed the demon emperor glanced at the powerhouses, and then turned directly and left. Go back.

　　 This makes Wang Shenque's cultivator show a strange color, so he just left?

　　 However, at this moment, two powerhouses came out, and they were the powerhouses who had been staring at Ye Futian, their Dayan ancient imperial family, and the Lingxiao Palace.

　　 Seeing this scene, Fairy Penglai’s eyes were extremely cold, and he seemed to think of something. Why are these two powers targeting Wang Shenque and Ye Futian everywhere? If there is a reason for the ancient royal family of Great Yan, what is the purpose of Lingxiao Palace? Is it just because Ye Futian has beaten him and made him lose face?

　　 This reason seems to be far from enough.

　　 Unless, there is a deep reason...

"What do you mean by this?" Zong Chan looked at the crowd and said, Li Changsheng is not here, he is naturally headed here, and the strength is also the strongest. He was attacked by the Demon Emperor there, and there are two major forces looking at him, in order to ensure the hope of the gods. The safety of the spiritual practitioners retreats again and again.

　　 Now, those demon emperors have left, but these two forces seem to have killing intent.

"I have always wanted to learn about the strength of people who are practicing under Wangshenque, but there is no chance. Now that there is no one in this secret realm, it is more suitable." The prince of the ancient royal family Yan Hanxing said, his steps Stepping forward, walking towards Zong Chan, how terrifying the aura of the Nine Realm of Human Sovereign erupted.

I saw the changes in the sky above the sky, a terrifying sacred dragon appeared, and behind him there was also an incomparable figure of a dragon, the sound of dragons resounded throughout the world, the swan dragons bloomed, roared into the world, sound waves The avenue swept out, Zong Chan stepped forward, and the sacred monument of the avenue erupted, suppressing the ages, so that the sound wave power was blocked by the sacred monument a lot, but there was still a terrifying sound wave shocking the people behind him, and many people sent it. Muffled, pale, and only felt that his soul was broken.

　　 Some emperor's body flew upside down, vomiting blood, Bei Gongshuang was very uncomfortable, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and his face pale as paper, Xia Qingyu also let out a muffled snort.

"Boom..." Zong Chan stepped out, and suddenly there was a monument of infinite gods between the sky and the earth, hanging down from the sky, everywhere, his eyes swept to the other side, his hands were imprinted, and the gods of the monument seemed to descend from the sky. , Suppress this Fangtian.

　　 Yan Hanxing's expression was solemn, and the other strong men also looked up at the sky, and their expressions changed slightly. This attack seemed to be everywhere, suppressing this Fang Tian and attacking all the strong.

　　 Yanhan Star Dragon protects the body, but many strong people behind them are not so lucky, their bodies are directly knocked out.

　　 At this time, an extraordinary figure in the Lingxiao Palace walked out, with a cultivation base of nine realms, an infinitely huge Lingxiao Tower bloomed, suspended in the sky, and countless golden divine lights fell down, sweeping towards the powerful.

　　 Seeing this scene, Fairy Penglai took a step forward. Her body seemed to turn into a towering sacred tree, with infinite branches and leaves blooming, covering the sky and the sun, shielding the powerful underneath.

　　 "You retreat." Fairy Penglai said, the opposing two forces have a stronger lineup than them. If they fight in groups here, they will only suffer.

"Uncle Beigong, Zifeng, help me take care of Qingyuan." Ye Futian said to Beigongao and Zifeng, and then his figure flashed, walking in one direction alone, he felt the other party Many people's goals are him, Ling He and Yan Dongyang. Many strong people most want him to die, so they don't plan to be with other people.

　　 The voice fell, his figure flickered, and he walked alone to one side. With a loud noise, he saw a landslide, and he walked directly through the black ancient mountain.

　　 Sure enough, with Ye Futian's departure, many people chased him, and more than a dozen Emperors went in the direction of Ye Futian, which shows Ye Futian's position in the eyes of the two major forces.

　　 That deep black mountain crazily collapsed and destroyed, Ye Futian went all the way forward, extremely fast, Beigong proud eight-level cultivation base, and Xiaomu, Zifeng Avenue is perfect, and the fighting power is also very strong, and it should be enough to protect himself.

　　 He left alone, attracting many powerful people, including the powerful emperor of the eight realms, so that he can share the pressure on the battlefield over there.

After a while, Ye Futian traveled a distance in this mountain range and came to a place surrounded by black ancient peaks. With a loud noise, Ye Futian’s body hit a terrifying black mountain. Unexpectedly, it did not directly hit it through, this black giant mountain was like a sacred mountain, with strands of mysterious aura blooming from it, shaking Ye Futian's body back.

　　 More than ten human emperors stepped forward, oppressing the past, standing in different directions, faintly surrounding Ye Futian's body in this huge space area.

Both Yan Dongyang and Ling He are there, showing murderous intent. No matter how outstanding Ye Futian's talent is, he is destined to die. He is the descendant of Donglai Shangxian. He has entered the Wang Shenque practice again, and even dared to show such talent. , There is no reason to die.

　　 Seeing Linghe's palm stretched out, he saw a sacred pagoda flying out of his hand, heading towards the sky, and then getting bigger and bigger, hanging above the sky, turning into a huge sacred pagoda.

The descendants of the Lingxiao Palace have the life soul of the Lingxiao Pagoda. This treasure is made from this. When the pagoda is hung in the sky, a terrible golden air flow will drop down, and a great avenue of heavenly majesty descends to bring this space Completely sealed off, the vast area is full of golden air currents hanging down, covering the sky and the sun.

　　 Ye Futian raised his head and glanced, feeling the pressure of the avenue, his eyes were indifferent, this is to isolate the space, so as to kill him? ?

　　 "Do you ignore the words of the palace lord?" Ye Futian said indifferently. Do these two powers ignore the rules set by the leaders of the East China Region?

　　 Everyone looked at him with a bit of sarcasm, as if they were looking at a dead person, Ling He smiled and said: "You were killed by a monster in this mountain range, what is your relationship with us?"