While Bai Tao was shocked, Yan Zhaoge kept walking, while holding the black dragon in his hand, he continued to walk towards the Immortal Court One Emperor and Two Emperors who came to help from afar.
The other party came to help, and was planned to help Heilong and Shushan Jianxiu here to capture Kun Ningzi and Bai Tao together.
But seeing the power of Yan Zhaoge's attack at this moment, they all stopped in their tracks.
The black dragon who was also a Xuanxian, and the Qingjing immortal soldier with the canopy were all caught by Yan Zhaoge in an instant, without the slightest room for struggle.
Such a scene made them panic.
No matter how courageous he is, he knows at this moment that he cannot throw himself into a trap and die in vain.
Retiring is the only option. They are here, and there are other masters who may be able to deal with them.
But it was a pity that it was easy to come and difficult to go, Yan Zhaoge calmly looked at their backs and let out a soft drink.
As if a silent thunder had exploded, the fleeing footsteps of the two heretical true immortals stopped immediately, and they froze on the spot.
What they have learned all over the body has no room for development, and their lives have already begun to wither.
The wishful heart thunder first exploded in their hearts, causing their spiritual platform to be clear and shattered, with inner demons overgrown, their moods disordered, and distracting thoughts flooding their minds, they couldn't stop them, and their bodies naturally lost control.
Immediately afterwards, under the influence of Fan Tianshu, the illusory and invisible changes changed from illusory to real, and the mental scene was reflected into reality, turning into damage to the physical substance.
Under the influence of the Slaughtering Immortal Sword, the vitality of the two real immortals of the heretics instantly wilted and dried up.
Although they were born in the Immortal Court, the two Wulou True Immortals who had already pushed through the Immortal Gate seemed to be completely lifeless clay sculptures and wood carvings, staying in place quietly, motionless.
In their sluggish eyes, the look of life has disappeared.
The Emperor of the Immortal Court froze suddenly, and his flying speed also slowed down suddenly, he stumbled like he was drunk.
Yan Zhaoge stepped into the void, his walking speed seemed to be unhurried, he passed the opponent leisurely and contentedly, and blocked his way.
"Evil heretics, you will not be rampant for long!" The Immortal Court Emperor's face was pale, but he was still fierce: "You have the blood of my righteous people on your hands, do you think you can escape the punishment of the Nine Heavens God?"
Yan Zhaoge smiled: "You should worry about whether you can hold your own territory first, it seems that you are the ones who are at a disadvantage now, being attacked by the White Lotus Pure Land?"
"Evil can never prevail against righteousness, and those demons in the Pure Land of the White Lotus will eventually be destroyed." The Emperor of the Immortal Court snorted coldly: "Just like you stubborn heretics, if you don't correct your evil and return to your righteousness and repent as soon as possible, you will end up in the same way."
"If it weren't for the mercy of the infinite gods, how could we keep you until today?"
Yan Zhaoge couldn't help laughing, and didn't spend much time talking with the other party, and directly stretched out his hand to grab the Immortal Court Emperor.
The other party was not willing to stand still, he formed a ring with his palms, and set off a series of waves to cut through the universe, like an invincible wind, facing Yan Zhaoge's palm.
Yan Zhaoge didn't even look at it, just moved his palm forward.
The gang wind, which was like the sharp blades of thousands of gods, turned into a gentle wind and drizzle in an instant when it touched his palm, posing no threat.
Countless winds vanished into nothingness, Yan Zhaoge stretched out his palm, grabbed the opponent's neck directly, like lifting a little chicken, and grabbed the heretic emperor who was also a Xuanxian in front of him.
The Emperor of the Immortal Court was also a tough one, he didn't beg for mercy, and he still glared at Yan Zhaoge with a ferocious face.
Being stuck by the neck, he spoke intermittently: "You... don't want to be complacent, I am righteous, Tianzun, Tianjun... I will get the news right away... You kill me... I will wait for you... to be buried with us!"
"Really?" Yan Zhaoge smiled indifferently: "Look carefully again?"
The other party struggled to look, and saw the three real immortals who had been killed by Yan Zhaoge, only their shells were left standing there.
Only then did he notice that in the three bodies, the Light of Wishing Power was still there, but it seemed to be sealed and unable to leave the body.
Inside their bodies, there is a green light looming, which makes the surface of their skin covered with a layer of blue.
The Emperor of the Immortal Court first showed bewildered expression, and then despaired.
"... Zhu... Immortal... Sword!"
Like the outsider warriors of Buddhism in the Pure Land of the White Lotus, if the warriors of the Immortal Court fall, the precious light of wish power in their bodies will also soar up.
In this way, higher-level Immortal Court experts can grasp a lot of information.
This wishing power is not real, so it is not easy to stop it.
However, the Zhuxian Sword Sutra, the first of the four swords of Lingbao passed down in the Shangqing Dynasty, can break ten thousand spells with one sword, and can effectively cut off the ascension of Yuanli Baoguang and Yuanli Buddha Guang.
The Emperor of the Immortal Court has also heard about it, but Yan Zhaoge is a fellow practitioner of Sanqing, and his attainments in the Jade Sword Sutra are not shallow.
After discovering this at this moment, the last hope of the Immortal Court Emperor was completely cut off.
He looked even more ferocious, wanting to say something more.
But with the sound of "Kachi", Yan Zhaoge clenched his five fingers tightly, already twisting the opponent's neck!
The powerful force runs through it all the way, destroying all the vitality of the Immortal Court Emperor.
Taoist Yun Zheng watched this scene from the side, sighing in his heart.
Yan Zhaoge, who was born in Yuqing's direct lineage, has already surpassed countless Shangqing's orthodox lineages in terms of attainments such as the Jade Immortal Sword Sutra and the Killing Immortal Sword Sutra.
Previously through Yu Ye, participating in the study of the Zhuxian Formation, undoubtedly gave Yan Zhaoge a deeper understanding of the unique learning of the Qing Dynasty.
Regarding Zhuxian Formation, Taoist Yun Zheng asked himself, his harvest was at least as good as that of Yuanxian's high-definition vortex, and it might even be even worse.
But looking at Yan Zhaoge, he always had a feeling that the other party's participation in the Jade Immortal Formation had gained more depth and benefited more.
Looking at Long Xueji, Yu Ye, and his disciple He Mian, Taoist Yun Zheng often felt that the waves behind the Yangtze River pushed the waves ahead over the years.
But all of them together did not have a greater impact than the young man in front of him.
Bai Tao sighed in his heart, why is Taoist Yun Zheng not like this
The first time he saw Yan Zhaoge was when Yan Zhaoge arrived in Biyoutian at the beginning of the year, he watched Yan Zhaoge inscription with a sword behind the backs of his disciple Wang Shun and others from a distance.
At that time, although he admired Yan Zhaoge's amazing talent, but it was more the attitude of the elders admiring the younger ones.
When they competed for the alchemy hall, they met face to face for the first time. After He Mian was easily defeated by Yan Zhaoge, Taoist Yun Zheng also lost to Yan Zhaoge by one move.
At this time, he didn't dare to call himself an elder anymore.
After all, he has been in the fairyland for many years, he is the oldest true immortal powerhouse, he can cross the true mysterious calamity at any time, and Yan Zhaoge was still a martial saint at that time.
However, even so, Taoist Yun Zheng was still in a peaceful state of mind.
Because he has hidden the front and raised the sword, he is sure that he can overcome the true mystery and achieve the realm of the mysterious fairy.
The objective and strong strength is full of confidence.
But now, Yan Zhaoge has also reached the realm of Qingjing Xuanxian!