"Damn it! Don't let them get close to the big formation." The warrior opposite Xu Chengyun looked at the steady formation, he was relieved in his heart, but he shouted.
If the blow just smashed the large array and the Shenlong clan rushed out, the scene would be completely unimaginable.
For other warriors, they don't need to care, but that Longhai's strength, even the lord at Ji Longtan, is not an opponent.
The surrounding West Prison Warriors obviously knew the importance of the big formation, and they all rushed towards Xu Han desperately.
The power of the ancient dragon, but has been circulating in the world, the power of the dragon has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and there is no one to stop the terrifying monument of Longhuan in the distance.
Looking at the various types of warriors, Xu Han had a chill in his eyes, the spiritual energy in his body rushed out, and a terrifying Qi Jin gushed out of the god monument in his hand.
With Xu Han's fierce blow, the space in front of him was shattered, the huge god monument was swept down, and all the warriors were shot down.
The thick evil spirits gushing out from the god monument, many warriors with the strength of the king realm were directly strangled on the spot, and the remaining warriors were also pale and exploded.
"Why is it so strong?"
Looking at Xu Han, who was rushing straight with the god stele in his hand, the faces of the martial artists around him changed drastically, their eyes were full of horror, and the power of a move was so perverted.
Xu Han's strength was terrifying, and the surrounding Hao Kong people were also amazingly powerful, and the warriors who threw on them were killed in the air one by one.
The warriors in the distance looked at Xu Han who broke through the thousand army and rushed in, suddenly helpless, there are so many tyrannical young warriors in the wasteland.
The large array around Jilongtan kept shining, and the endless stream of warriors rushed out, but they couldn't stand the offensive of Xu Han at all.
It was the powerhouse of the late king stage, who could not last a few rounds in Xu Han's hands, not to mention the warriors of other strengths.
"Mo Chen! What are you waiting for?" The warrior who was fighting Xu Chengyun looked at the fast approaching Xu Han and shouted angrily.
The golden coffin danced, but Xu Chengyun's offensive could not be separated at all, and it was impossible for the two of them to tell the victory or defeat in a short time.
Mo Chen, who was hidden in the crowd in the distance, had a trace of embarrassment across his face. The brief encounter with Xu Han before, also suffered a big loss, how dare he come forward easily now.
"Pavilion Master! What should I do?" An old man gathered next to Mo Chen glanced at Xu Han in the distance with fear, and whispered in his mouth.
Several people have just fought with Xu Han. The horrible monument is not human-powered at all. It is now stepping forward, and I am afraid it will be ineffective.
A gloom flashed in Mo Chen's eyes, looking at Xu Han, who was arrogant in the air, and whispered in his mouth: "We have to hold on first. There are already elders in prison who are about to come."
"In prison?" The faces of the people next to them were shocked, and their eyes were full of surprise.
The elders in prison are all terrifying generations, and they are all powerhouses with half of their feet crossing the realm of kings. If they come, they will definitely be able to take down Xu Han.
"Yes! I was only careless and followed Xu Han's words. As long as I drag it for a while, these people and spirit beasts will all be buried in the Tianling Mountains." Mo Chen's eyes flashed with a cold color, and he shouted in a low voice.
Mo Chen's previous actions were just because Xu Han was so famous that he wanted to give it a try, but he fled in a hurry under his carelessness.
Looking at the people in Xu Han who had been driving towards Jilongtan, Mo Chen and a few people had a hint of anxiousness in their eyes. They looked at each other, and they had to rush towards Xu Han.
boom!
The fierce monument blasted down, and the space in front of him collapsed, and the energies that overflowed directly killed the warriors in the air.
Looking at the horrible scene in front of them, the few Mo Chen who rushed, their eyes narrowed, and they were terrified in their hearts. This Xu Han was really terrifying.
They are all strong people who have been famous for many years, and they are so afraid of a younger generation, I am afraid that no one will believe it if they say it in advance.
It was less than 10,000 meters away from the Eight Door Lock Dragon Formation, and several people in Mo Chen bit their fangs, their stature flew, and in an instant, numerous martial arts blasted towards Xu Han.
boom!
Xu Han had already noticed the movements of the martial artist behind him. He danced with his right hand backwards, and the martial arts swept away in the air dissipated under the god monument, making it impossible to get close to Xu Han's body.
But just for this while, the people who rushed around immediately surrounded Xu Han.
Xu Han didn't look at the few people around him, looked at Mo Chen standing in front of him, and sneered, "Why? How dare you come again?"
Mo Chen's face stiffened, and he didn't expect Xu Han to be so arrogant, but he glanced at the eight Martial Artists of the late king stage around his eyes, and shouted sharply: "Xu Han! Don't be too proud, today is your death date."
Humph!
Xu Han's expression was contemptuous, he hummed, his figure flew up, and the huge monument in his hand blasted down towards Mo Chen.
Before the sacred monument arrived, Mo Chen felt the horror strangling, his face changed drastically, and he glanced at the iron pot in his hand, with an expression of eagerness and cessation.
Seeing this, the surrounding martial artists yelled in unison, and immediately rushed towards Xu Han, all kinds of fighting spirits rushed out.
Xu Han's expression did not change in the slightest. The figure that had been swept over stopped abruptly, and then he jumped, and then there was a burst of shout, and the god stele in his hand suddenly rose up in the air.
The huge god monument shot up, tightly locking the Mo Chen people in front of him, and there was already a strong evil spirit lingering above the god monument.
The scene before him changed the expressions of several people in the field. Looking at the monument in front of him, it seemed that Xu Han was performing martial arts, using the ancient monuments to display martial arts, how terrifying it should be.
The few people who were originally confident in their hearts looked at the ever-increasing divine monument, and their eyes were full of horror.
The Qi machine is locked, and it is impossible to escape. In such a situation, I am afraid that there is only one way to resist.
Humph!
Looking at the eight people gathered together, Xu Han sneered, and with a burst of shouts, the monument fell suddenly.
Like a meteor piercing the sky, the space in front of him was divided into two, and a huge divine monument fell from the sky and smashed towards the people of Mo Chen.
drink!
The eight voices of anger sounded at the same time, and several people did not dare to use the war spirits, their powerful martial arts blasted out, but they were crushed one by one under the god monument.
Looking at the divine monument that was getting closer, the expressions of the few people in the air changed drastically, and the martial arts hurriedly exploded were all annihilated. The few people with strong fear in their eyes had to meet the war spirits in their hands.
They are not the real Western Prisoners, and they dare not fight with their bodies at all. Now the strongest is only the war spirit in their hands, and they are fighting for this.
boom!
However, in a short time, the huge monument was already blasted down in the air, and several people in the air smashed towards the forest, swept through with violent energy, and it was impossible to see the scene at all.
"It's really hard!"
The surrounding martial artists couldn't see the scene clearly, but Xu Han could see clearly. Of the eight martial artists in the late king stage, only that Mo Chen left a life, and the rest of them all lost their lives under the blow of the sky.
Cough cough cough!
A whispered cough sounded, and the surrounding warriors looked at them, and their eyes were full of shock. I saw a dark iron pot covered with cracks in the huge pit blasted by the god monument.
Click!
There was a crisp sound, and in the eyes of everyone's astonishment, the iron pot instantly shattered and turned into a pile of fragments, exposing the Mo Chen in it.
Mo Chen, with a waxy face, lay weakly in the huge pit, and pieces of debris fell on him, his eyes full of incredible colors.
It was another move, killing the eight powerful late-stage kings, including himself, with one move, and the power of the god monument was so terrifying.
The surrounding West Prison Warriors felt the terrifying vigor that swept from the air, and their eyes were full of horror. If this blasted on himself, I am afraid that there is no possibility of surviving.
The God of Cookery Mo Chen, who was the head of Shiweitian, now died in the hands of Xu Han together with the major elders.
The warrior who stood with Haokong and several people rushed out in the distance, looking at Xu Han standing in the sky, with a deep fear in his eyes, fortunately, he didn't stop the evil star just now.
Xu Han stepped on his figure and swiftly walked towards Jilongtan.
With the constantly shining formation, it can be seen that the people of Ziyu are constantly bombarding the big formation, as long as they attack both inside and outside, there is a high probability that the big formation will be broken.
Xu Han, who flew away, suddenly changed his complexion, stopped his figure, and smashed down the huge monument in his hand.
boom!
Amidst the violent vigor, a golden coffin burst out of the sky, blocking Xu Han's monument, and the fierce vigor shattered the entire space.
Looking at the coffin Yan that suddenly rushed out, all the warriors in the West Prison were overjoyed, and everyone in Xujiapu, their eyes were full of caution, and the coffin Yan alone could block Xu Han, and the strength can be imagined. ,
Xu Han looked at the golden coffin in front of him, but his eyes shrank unpretentiously, and he couldn't help tightening the monument in his hands.
Crunch!
A harsh sound came, and the covered coffin opened slowly, and a cold breath came over it.
"hiss!"
Obviously it was a golden light entwined, but the breath that gushed out of the coffin made the surrounding warriors' hairs blow up. With such a difference, everyone, including the warriors of the West Prison, all looked towards the coffin.
A thick black mist poured out into the coffin, and everyone could clearly see a figure slowly standing up in the black mist.
"Sure enough, it is an ancient monument!"
A low and hoarse voice came, like the sound of teeth rubbing, making people feel numb.
The gushing black mist rushed towards the rising martial artist, but for a while, a dark man stood in the coffin, looking at Xu Han with gloomy eyes.
"Who are you?" Xu Han yelled in a low voice, feeling the strong pressure from the warrior.
The martial artist in front of him is obviously not limited to the strength of the late king stage, this Western Prison is really powerful, and there are so many powerful and powerful generations.
"It's only in the late stage of the king's realm. Why do you need the master to take the shot? I will take you down." The warrior did not answer Xu Han at all, and said to himself.
Xu Han's face was angry, and his eyes were full of coldness. Although the martial artist in front of him was not weak, even if the Lord of West Prison came forward, Xu Han would not have a trace of fear.