Thunder Martial

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The Immortal Soul Clan who made a sneak attack screamed when he saw his pierced palm, and he backed away with a look of horror on his face.

It had never occurred to him before that there was another person hiding beside Zi Chen.

"you……"

Zi Chen looked at the three of them with shock on his face.

Because the three of them were also at the ninth level of immortality, he couldn't believe it and felt like he was dreaming.

"Just recover. As I said, the protagonist today is me!"

The monk held the sword in his hand and flew forward, "The Immortal Soul Clan, right? The strongest race, right? Then let your Buddha come and have a look, one on one to see who is stronger. Don't join forces, otherwise the Buddha will I look down upon you.”

As soon as he opened his mouth, the previous majesty of the Buddha was completely gone. To everyone's ears, he sounded a bit like a rogue, but it was quite pleasing to the ear.

The monk said don't worry, how can Zi Chen really feel relieved, after all, they only have three people here.

And here, there are countless strong people.

At this moment, a white dress fell from the sky, like an immortal coming to the world.

"Recover and leave this place to us."

It was Su Mengyao. She landed next to Zi Chen and pointed towards the sky. The space there began to distort and a huge vortex appeared.

The countless spirit-slaying swords that flew towards him were all swallowed up by the whirlpool.

"Sir, Miaomiao is here too."

Laughter sounded, Miaomiao flew from a distance, and behind her appeared the shadow of a huge nine-tailed fox.

Uh-huh!

A rainbow light came through the sky, it was Qiongqi.

Then streaks of light appeared.

Back when Zi Chen opened the Gate of All Spirits, the first batch of people who felt the summons were almost all returned today.

They made rapid progress in a limited time, and their realms were almost all at the eighth or ninth level.

When the battle broke out, these spiritual elites were no weaker than those of the Immortal Soul Race.

Zi Chen closed his eyes and began to recover at full speed.

The immortal golden body beats powerfully, and a steady stream of energy pours from the heart into all parts of the body.

The development of things to this point was beyond everyone's expectations.

The power of the Immortal Soul Tribe is well known, but today, in front of all the Spirit Tribes, their power has yet to be verified.

At the very least, they ended the battle in a devastating way.

The two sides are in a stalemate.

"Is this the Spirit Clan?"

Amida looked at the battle ahead, as shocked as everyone else.

"In the era before the turmoil, the spirit tribe was almost a god-like existence. In the post-turmoil era, the spirit tribe disappeared. Even if there are still some, they have become synonymous with weakness. Today's battle has given them the fame they deserve."

Deacon Sun, who was standing nearby, said with emotion: "Just relying on these people, the Spirit Clan can occupy a place in this wasteland. Once they grow up, the title of the Immortal Soul Clan, the number one force, may change hands."

"How dare a group of immortals make trouble here?"

An indifferent voice sounded, and an aura belonging to a half-fairy spirit emitted.

The half-fairy spirit clan is naturally powerful in combat.

Amida looked at Deacon Sun next to her, who shook his head and said, "There's no rush."

At the same time, another aura that was not weak at all from the half-fairy spirit appeared.

The moment this breath appeared, the sky and the earth were eclipsed. Everyone present felt as if a big stone was weighing on their hearts, and breathing immediately became difficult.

"Is this... the breath of the true god?"

Everyone's expressions changed, and their eyes were filled with shock.

They have all felt the breath of God, which is very powerful, but the gods in this wasteland are just false gods at best.

But the current breath is different. This is the breath of God that is far more than a hundred times the breath of God.

It can only be explained as the breath of the true God.

The person walking forward was Yi Qian. After she left the Pure Land of All Spirits, she came straight here and finally caught up.

Her realm is already at the seventh level of immortality.

Even though there was a huge gap in realm between her and that half-fairy spirit, her aura still suppressed him.

The half-fairy spirit standing in the sky was as pale as paper.

Similarly, after feeling this aura, the other Immortal Soul Clan's auras also became chaotic.

It was like the suppression of blood, appearing deep in their souls, making them feel fear and awe from the depths of their souls towards the coming people.

"Impossible, how can there be a true God?"

Everyone was shocked. This news shocked them too much.

Of course, the same is true for Zi Chen.

He knew that after Yi Qian obtained the divine blood, her cultivation would improve by leaps and bounds, but he never expected that it would be so rapid.

This is simply a cheating life!

Everyone present was shocked to the extreme at this moment.

There were only two people who were relatively calm.

It was Amida and Deacon Sun. The two of them seemed to have expected it, and at this moment they were only slightly surprised.

Deacon Sun said with emotion: "As expected of the blood of God, her strength can be increased to such an extent with just a drop of divine blood."

"Once the blood of God is activated, the speed of practice will increase rapidly."

As the owner of the bloodline of God, Amida has the most say. There was a hint of doubt in her eyes, "It's just that her cultivation seems to be growing faster."

As soon as the aura of Yiqian God came out, not only the half-fairy spirit, but also all the immortal soul clans were affected. Their auras were unstable, and some even lost control.

If the Immortal Soul Tribe is a race born to deal with the Spirit Tribe, then the God Tribe is their master and has absolute suppression over them.

Just when these immortal soul tribes looked panicked, a cold snort sounded, and the real aura of the immortal souls escaped.

It was the old man who had talked to Zi Chen before. He was a real fairy.

Moreover, they are also immortal spirits from the Immortal Soul Clan, and their combat power is extremely powerful. “Today, we will kill all the Spirit Clan in one fell swoop!”

He shouted loudly and rushed forward.

Amida glanced at Deacon Sun. Deacon Sun stepped forward. The two collided in the sky, and the tyrannical waves spread.

The fairy from the Immortal Soul Clan looked at Deacon Sun, "Sun Tong, what are you doing?"

Deacon Sun said indifferently: "I should ask you this question, right? Even if you, the Immortal Soul Clan, have the power to reach the sky, you should not ignore my Sinful City."

The old man said: "What does this have to do with Sin City?"

Deacon Sun pointed at Zi Chen behind him, "Zi Chen has joined the Godhead Palace, so he is naturally from our Sin City. You used the Sin List to plot against him. We could turn a blind eye before, but now, You guys are so shameless, won’t we in Sin City be ridiculed if we don’t stand up?”

The old man's eyes flickered. The Immortal Soul Clan was already the number one force in the wasteland and no one was afraid of them.

Except Sin City.

Because strictly speaking, they do not belong to the wasteland forces.

"Do you think you can save him by blocking my attack?"

The old man snorted coldly, "Sun Tong, you are too naive. There are no other members of my Immortal Soul Clan, only the strong ones!"

After saying this, the old man formed a seal with his hands, and a huge magic circle appeared in front of him.

The magic circle shone with dazzling light, and one fairy after another walked out of it.

These immortal realms are all above the seventh level, and they appear constantly. In the blink of an eye, the number of them has exceeded thirty.

This is a secret that only the Immortal Soul Clan can produce!

After these people came out, they joined the battlefield.

Dozens of immortals joined the battlefield, and even with Yi Qian's aura suppressing them, the battle situation gradually began to change.

"Everyone, work harder and send them all away!"

The monk shouted loudly and slashed forward with the sword in his hand.

The distance between the two didn't seem to exist before Jie Dao. As the light of the sword flashed by, a ninth-level immortal was cut in half, screaming and retreating.

This scene is very impressive, but those who are interested also find that neither the previous immortal soul Qi Ming nor the one he just killed is actually dead.

They only lost their bodies, and their souls did not encounter fatal attacks.

Compared with the monk, the attacks from others are much more terrifying and fatal.

Deacon Sun looked at this scene and did not take any further action. The purpose of his appearance was just to block the opponent's fairy spirit.

The old man saw this and decisively began to summon his people. At this moment, the number of immortals was still increasing, and these immortals from the spirit tribe had begun to retreat.

The demon ape knocked back a fairy soul tribe member with one stick, turned to look at Su Mengyao and shouted: "Take Zi Chen and go!"

As the number of the Immortal Soul Clan increased, they were no longer able to defeat them.

In the distance, the old man heard the sound and said disdainfully: "Let's go, where can you go?"

A new set of formation flags were planted on the ground in the distance, this time with more numbers and a wider range.

But the demon ape seemed not to have seen it, and shouted to Su Mengyao again: "Take Zi Chen away, as long as he is alive, we will have a future!"

Su Mengyao didn't speak. Space ripples appeared around her from time to time, attracting the Immortal Soul Clan's attacks.

At the same time, it will also block some attacks for those around you.

puff!

The fourth Immortal's body was separated. This time, the other party didn't even scream, and decisively stepped back. During this period, he glanced at the monk coldly.

Obviously, everyone has seen the shortcomings of the monk.

It can only hurt people, but it can't kill them.

Seeing the other person's expression, the monk became angry, "Mom, do you look down on your Buddha?"

After the words were spoken, he seemed to feel that something was wrong, so he quickly clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha!"

It once again restored its previous appearance.

But before he could hold on for three breaths, the monk jumped up and said, "Fuck you, Buddha will kill you!"

As soon as the words came out, his breath changed.

The original golden Buddha light gradually turned into black, and the solemn aura of the treasure also took on a cold meaning.

He grabbed the sword, the light flowed, the sword was infected by the black light, and a harsh sound sounded.

It's like someone sharpening a knife with a whetstone.

The blade, which was dull before, became extremely sharp.

"die!"

The sword slashed down and instantly penetrated the space. The magic spell that had given the monk a contemptuous look before caused the remaining upper body to be divided into two parts again.

This time, he was no longer safe and sound. He let out a shrill scream, and his soul collapsed and died.

"Come again!"

At this moment, the monk was holding a kaifeng sword in his hand, like a demon coming out of hell, killing all around.

This scene shocked the entire audience.

So much so that the entire battlefield came to a momentary pause.

"Kill, kill!"

Knowing that time was running out, the old man immediately shouted loudly. At the same time, three more half-fairy spirits walked out of the magic circle.