The place where gods and ghosts are buried is filled with dark mist, and a faint breath of death permeates the void, drifting in strands, and there seems to be a ghost roaring in it, giving people a creepy feeling.
"get out!"
Jiang Xiaofan walked forward alone. He didn't know how long it had passed before he suddenly stopped. His eyes looked a little cold, and he turned his head to look into the darkness behind him. His words did not contain any emotion.
"Hey!"
A sneer sounded suddenly, with a hint of sarcasm. In that dark area, three young men walked out one after another. They were all in their mid-twenties. There was a faint brilliance flowing around their bodies, which showed that they were obviously very advanced.
"The spiritual sense is good, but I'm a little heavy-handed..." One of them said, wearing a green suit, he looked a bit handsome, but with a mocking smile on his face, he said: "I'm still thinking about how to kill you. , I don’t want you to act alone and create opportunities for us, then everything will end here.”
There was a man in blue standing on the far left, with a slightly sly look on his face, and sneered: "Although Gou Zhengxing is a bit useless, he will never allow outsiders to suppress him. Now that you are acting alone, then you can die here alone. How can the majesty of our Ziwei religion be tolerated by others?"
"Chop his body into pieces, leave his soul behind, and take it back to Elder Zi for burial."
The last person spoke, with a cold expression.
He stood at the back, wearing a purple and gold gown, with sharp edges and corners on his face. The aura outside his body was the most powerful, more powerful than the other two. Xiu was actually in the third level of the Illusory God.
It could be seen that the three of them were walking together, but they were headed by this person. After he finished speaking, the man in green and the man in blue stepped forward one after another, looking very calm and not paying attention to Jiang Xiaofan at all.
"Don't say that we bullied you. This way, we will give you a chance to kill yourself, so as not to suffer hardship in the end."
One of them spoke up and looked down at Jiang Xiaofan, as if he were an ancient emperor. In their eyes, Jiang Xiaofan was already a dead man when the three powerful illusory gods gathered around him, and the outcome was already doomed.
"Smug idiot!" Jiang Xiaofan was disdainful and stepped forward to meet the three of them. His steps were gentle and his voice was calm, as if he was talking about an insignificant thing. He said calmly: "Don't talk useless nonsense. , do it, this is the burial place chosen by you and me."
His current power of consciousness is so powerful that he sensed the murderous intentions of several people outside the Burial Ground of Gods and Ghosts, and locked him with their breath. He knew without even thinking that they were going to attack him in the Burial Ground of Gods and Ghosts. But he didn't care about this at all. After separating from Ye Yuanxue and the others, he came here alone to kill them all.
"Arrogant!"
The man in green shouted coldly, Jiang Xiaofan's words, that they chose to bury them here without taking them into consideration at all, made him pale immediately. At this moment, he stepped forward directly, with divine power surging outside his body and a biting murderous intent.
"Boom..."
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were a little cold. He directly stretched out his big hand. The fingers of his palm were shining with purple light, and he hit Jiang Xiaofan's cheek and swiped it, obviously wanting to humiliate him first.
The man in Tsing Yi is in the realm of the phantom god. The physical body of a person of this level has reached an extremely high level. Just such a slap makes the surrounding space tremble, and some places are even slightly distorted.
However, facing this palm that could easily crush the cultivator at the ninth level of Jue Chen, Jiang Xiaofan looked very casual. He calmly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the man in green with a snap, looking at him with a playful look. .
"you!"
The man in green changed color slightly, but at the next moment, his pupils shrank sharply, because Jiang Xiaofan's right hand that grabbed his wrist began to use force slightly, as if it was a magical pliers pressing down. The terrifying force was so horrifying that the fantasy god He felt severe pain even in this state.
"Let go!"
With a loud shout, he raised his other hand, emitting a dazzling light, and punched Jiang Xiaofan fiercely. In this blow, he not only used all his physical strength, but also incorporated the powerful divine power of the phantom god level. He believed that it would be enough to push back the man in front of him.
However, what surprised him was that Jiang Xiaofan's expression remained unchanged, and he calmly reached out with his other hand, holding the fist that he had smashed into his hand, and with a slight exertion, there was a sound of bone cracking.
"Damn it!"
The man in green shouted loudly, his hands were tightly grasped, and severe pain continued to spread, making his body tremble slightly. At this moment, he activated all his divine power, and a terrifying pressure suddenly came out.
The veins on his forehead were exposed, and the fluctuations of divine power outside his body were extremely frightening. They spread in circles on the soles of his feet, causing the ground below to crack. This is the destructive power of the Illusory God Realm, and the fragile land cannot bear it.
On the other side, the man wearing a purple and gold gown frowned, his expression was a little cold, and he spoke to the man in green, saying: "Sikong Da, please stop the photo a little bit, don't make too much noise, we still have to hunt down the Ice Palace." That woman, Elder Zi has given a clear order to kill her this time."
As long as you participate in the most powerful trial of the four immortal sects, it is like signing a life and death contract. Even if you are the saint of the Ice Palace, there is nothing special. If you really want to die in the burial ground of gods and ghosts, the Ice Palace will also It's hard to say anything.
The man in green had another vein on his forehead. He was in a state of unspeakable pain at the moment. To outsiders, he and Jiang Xiaofan were now evenly matched and in a certain state of balance. However, the actual situation was that one of his hands was tightly held by Jiang Xiaofan, suppressing him and making it difficult to move. The severe pain kept coming, making it difficult for him in the Fantasy God Realm to bear it. Now he wanted to Try your best to get out.
Suddenly, Jiang Xiaofan turned his head and looked at the man in the purple and gold gown with an expressionless face. The man in green's hand held his hands and released them in the next moment. The latter was shocked on the spot, and his expression became fierce, and he immediately Take action. But at the next moment, a silver slap came back. It seemed slow, but it was as fast as lightning, and it landed on his cheek in an instant.
"Snapped… "
The man in green flew upside down and rolled out like a scarecrow, leaving a string of dazzling blood flowers in the air. His entire face was completely deformed, his teeth fell out, mixed with blood and flowed out, his nose was collapsed, and he rolled into the distance, letting out a low wail.
"this… "
On the other side, the man in blue was very surprised, even the man from the Third Heaven of Illusion God was a little surprised.
Jiang Xiaofan didn't even look at the man in green. He tilted his head expressionlessly and stared at the man in the purple and gold gown. A slight smile appeared on his lips and he said, "You said you were going to hunt the Ice Palace." The saint?"
The man in purple shirt had his hands behind his back, his expression was very cold, and he said: "Of course, she..."
"Snapped… "
Before he could finish his words, he flew backwards in the next moment, spurting out a stream of dazzling blood flowers while still in the air, falling to the ground like rain, leaving bright red marks.
"Just a few of you guys want to kill the Saint of the Ice Palace."
Jiang Xiaofan's figure appeared where the man in purple had been standing just now. With a look of disdain, he slapped him away and then withdrew his big hand that was still in the air, landing on the face of the man in blue who was rushing towards him. Go up and let it fly more than five meters away, all the orifices are bleeding.
"you!"
The man in purple shirt climbed up in the distance, feeling extremely shocked. At this moment, his face changed, becoming extremely gloomy and embarrassed. Half of his cheeks were swollen, and bits and pieces of blood seeped out, staining that half of his cheeks red, making it very asymmetrical.
On the other side, the man in green and blue also struggled to stand up. Blood was bleeding from the corners of their mouths and their pupils were beating slightly. Looking at the young man in white in the center, there was a hint of horror on their faces.
"Come together, I don't have much time to accompany you."
Jiang Xiaofan stood quietly, his black hair fluttering in the wind. He put his left hand behind his back and glanced into the distance. Then he looked back at the three of them and spoke calmly.
"Damn it!"
"Crazy!"
The man in green and the man in blue shouted angrily at the same time. Jiang Xiaofan spoke like this and said such a sentence in an extremely calm tone. It was clear that he did not look at them from the beginning and did not take them to heart at all.
They are the core disciples of Ziwei Sect. Relatively speaking, their status is much nobler than the core disciples of the other three sects. They have developed a natural sense of superiority since they joined the sect. Now that they are being ridiculed by Jiang Xiaofan, they can't look down on them at all. They, this made the two of them feel angry.
"Do it! Kill him!"
The man in purple shirt spoke coldly, and he moved directly, holding the mysterious seal with his hand, and a fairy eagle shot up from the top of his head, quickly merging with his body, and a wild aura filled the space. . He squeezed the eagle's claws with both hands, as if to tear the void apart, leaving ten sharp claws of light in the space, heading straight towards Jiang Xiaofan.
This is Sky Eagle Splitting, a powerful secret technique of Ziwei Cult. It evolves the divine form of Sky Eagle from ancient times and covers it outside the body, almost condensing it into a layer of powerful armor. It can not only defend oneself, but also Possessing powerful attack and killing power, this is the perfect combination of magical power and physical body.
Jiang Xiaofan's expression remained unchanged, but he was slightly surprised in his heart. It had to be said that the Ziwei Sect was indeed very powerful, and its strength was much higher than that of the Huangtian Sect. This secret technique was definitely no worse than the Thunder Yuan-Destroying Sword. It integrated offense and defense, and ordinary people really Very difficult to break.
However, although this secret technique was very strong, he didn't care much about it. He directly raised his hand and pulled it out with a slap, causing waves of wind and thunder.
"boom... ... "
The big flashing silver hand collided with the claws of the man in purple, and the sky was filled with clouds. Then the next moment, in the shocked eyes of the other two people, the man in purple flew straight out. It fell far away, the hands twisted and almost changed their shape, and little drops of blood dripped down.
"this… "
"impossible!"
The two of them were shocked and stunned. They knew very well how powerful the man in purple shirt was. The cultivation of the third level of Illusion God and the powerful secret technique of Tianying split could almost kill the average fourth level of Illusion God. However, Now, to be slapped away by the person in front of me is simply unbelievable.
"You!" The man in purple shirt stood up and stared at Jiang Xiaofan. Divine power surged outside his body and he repaired his hands with difficulty. At this moment, his face became even more embarrassed. He turned his head and roared at the man in green and blue, and shouted angrily: "What are you doing? Why don't you do it yet!"
The two men trembled violently, and then their expressions suddenly became ferocious, and they all started to attack forward.
"Boom..."
At this moment, the three people moved at the same time, each unfolding their magical powers and secret techniques. The terrifying power was so powerful that the space in the area rumbled, as if it would shatter into pieces in the next moment. They are all powerful beings in the realm of fantasy gods. If they really take action together, the power is frightening and the earth is shaking.
Such a blow would make even a powerful person from the fifth level of the Illusion God frown. However, at this moment, Jiang Xiaofan looked very calm. He stretched out his right hand, purple light flashed, and wisps of lightning intertwined on it, as if it was with the nine heavens. The thunders connected together, ignoring the destructive power in front of him, and punched it directly.
"Boom..."
The terrifying power of the gods was overwhelming in the void here. The four illusionary gods acted together, each unfolding their magical powers and secret techniques. A space was directly split open. The wild fluctuations of divine power shocked many people in the distance to change color, and they moved directly towards Looked in this direction.
"Pfft..."
"Pfft..."
"Pfft..."
The three core disciples of Ziwei Sect were all in the Mystic Realm of Illusion, but at this moment, under Jiang Xiaofan's powerful punch triggered by the Thunder God Technique, they couldn't resist it even with their combined strength. They all coughed up blood and rolled out in embarrassment. , smashing a large area of the ground.
Jiang Xiaofan stood on the same spot without even moving his steps. The quiet wind from the burial ground of gods and ghosts blew up and rolled up the black hair on his forehead. He slightly glanced at the three people in the distance, spoke calmly, shook his head and said: "Very weak..."