There is no room for time, the Leiguang Immortal Body simply has no time to continue to exhibit, after all, it is not a self-made martial art, it needs a rest period to brew. He ran the Heaven Shaking Seal again, and the whole person seemed to shake Zhou Tian, his qi arc circling.
He went forward desperately, struggling, and heavy like a mountain.
A figure was surprisingly Ming Zhentian. He swept across, and when he passed by, it was swept with a knife leg, as heavy as a formidable force.
This is an opponent between him and Zhang Xiaotian, Zhang Xiaotian did not underestimate it. The same punch blasted out, like a mountain, bursting with anger.
The two just touched each other, and it burst out of spiritual power fluctuations that made it difficult to compare with the same level.
Since then, whenever Zhang Xiaotian enters this place's long range, he will become the prime target of many cultivators.
On several occasions, Zhang Xiaotian's footsteps were even shocked, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding repeatedly and scattered all over the ground.
In fact, when I arrived here, few people were weak, and in the Spirit Attracting Realm, they all had their own advantages. Even the physique refiners such as Ming Zhentian and Zhang Xiaotian, the monks with the same terrifying martial arts cultivation level, are crying blood one after another.
"I'm leaving here, and see who of you dare to get closer to Lei Chi?" After a long time, Zhang Xiaotian decided to drive away the wolf and devour the tiger. When he was forced to leave, he said in a deep voice.
Many people looked unnatural, their eyes flickered, and they sighed decadently. He was right. Almost no one dared to be like Zhang Xiaotian, just like Zhang Xiaotian, approaching the light group. As for the two people of Ming Zhentian and Casting Sect, they all aimed at one place, and Zhang Xiaotian became a land of no owner.
He has a tortoise-breathing pill in his mouth, his spiritual speed is like a tortoise crawling, and his effectiveness is invincible. He is carrying a pair of tens of feet of spiritual wings, screaming like a devil, stalking rampantly, stepping on Liuhe, struggling to kill, and one enemy after another. Each encounter is shocking, fierce and agile.
He not only fought Ming Zhentian, but also Yun Qingming and his fellow senior, Yun Qingyang one after another.
Occasionally, he had a mark of aurora, the aurora was flying, and he was so fast that he was caught off guard and coughed up blood with his mouth open.
"Boom!" There was an explosion of light here, and this was Zhang Xiaotian's once again blasting against an unfamiliar enemy.
Just a brief fight, it was extremely dangerous, a strange man, with a fierce temperament, cut all obstacles, and the terrible degree was amazing.
Afterwards, the man ignored others and hid elsewhere in a low-key manner.
"Dare to ask, does the fairy remember a childhood sweetheart?" Zhang Xiaotian said to Zhang Xiaoyue.
She stopped, with bright eyes and white teeth, blinking big eyes, looking at Zhang Xiaotian incomprehensibly with a spirit of grace.
"Your Excellency, it seems that we should meet for the first time!" Zhang Xiaoyue was beautifully dismissed as a mortal fairy, her dress moving, aloof and not stained with the slightest dust.
"I want to hit the attention of my junior sister, did you ask me this senior sister?" Shui Qing stepped on a wave-like footwork, the ripples spread, and he rushed towards Zhang Xiaotian.
In just a short breath, the two of them fought with their bodies dozens of times. The sound was like thunder against the flood, violent and noisy.
Zhang Xiaotian was surprised. Seeing this woman, she looked no less than Zhang Xiaoyue, she was a stunning beauty, but the physical combat power was too terrifying, like the sky, turbulent, shocking the world.
"The thunder body is interesting to the water body!" Ming Zhentian said.
"Could it be that your demonic body wants to get in too?" Shui Qing said unceremoniously.
"I don't need it, you are just a little trouble here." Ming Zhentian said lightly. Jump straight off the giant platform.
Indeed, the audience is an endless plain, and there are some standing low mountains, but they are all extremely hard.
At least it is difficult for the monks here to break open. I don't know what they have discovered. Up to now, the top disciples of the school have lost their lives in the fight. On the stage, it's just a monk coughing up blood, for a big reason, there are fewer peak masters here.
Of course, it's not that the under-stage battle overwhelms this place, but the under-stage is too weird and incomprehensible things often happen.
Several of them are particularly dazzling, and they are exorcists. With the cooperation of the three or three of the Shang domain, they were smashed into pieces.
As well as the four women of the Heavenly Desire faction, and even the women of the Ice and Snow faction, the battles continued, and they bloomed with eye-catching light.
And He Qian with the disciple of the same name is not much weaker, even among the same school, there are people who are better than him.
These people, not to be outdone, showed their trump cards one after another, that powerful strength has shocked the overall situation time and time again.
There are also some unfamiliar monks, all with amazing places, not weaker than others, without exception, they are all young monks.
At present, the most fierce one seems to be the son of Qin Yu.
Compared with this plain, the former is more chaotic, but when it comes to intensity, each has its own merits.
"Hailing hair!" Some people yelled frantically, their eyes flushed, and the front trembling suddenly, the atmosphere
A black hair, lacking some moisturizing texture, mottled and damaged, with the breath of time.
Obviously looking at the appearance of only ordinary people's hair, but when it fell on the low mountain that the monks could not destroy with all their efforts.
At first there was no movement. Suddenly, the mountain was filled with smoke and dust, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into dust in the sky.
The courage of many cultivators was almost frightened, and they kept staying away from here, because there were already cultivators who exploded into blood mist under that breath.
However, there are still people who are constantly trying to obtain such a heaven-defying hair root. Many people know that this is the holy tomb of Emperor Wu, where the treasure of life is hidden.
According to the real world, this hair, and the appearance of falling from the sky, is definitely an important world-shattering treasure. It is very likely that the powerhouses of the mountain spirit realm will have eyes on it.
Not to mention it is the spiritual realm, but it also has to be fate.
Even more weird scenes passed by accidentally, a few terrifying monks fought, filling the void with aura. A drop of delicate blood, when, drifted by, seemed to be swept by a mysterious Qi machine, those monks, all turned into a pool of thick blood.
Opportunity comes with danger.
For example, when one person obtains a shining jade, the whole person is shrouded in a layer of brilliance, and it undergoes transformation. And the breath is getting stronger and stronger.
"This person is enlightening, so we can't let him succeed, otherwise a terrible enemy will appear again!" Many monks thought of this, and suddenly rushed towards that person.
As a result, the light curtain just approaching the opponent was shaken by a huge force.
"Ten blows to crack!"
"Burst punch!"
Zhang Xiaotian yelled violently, pinched both hands, and attacked several terrible opponents together. In the void, the ripples trembled, as if it was about to burst, and the breath became more and more violent.
"Kill!" With this, Zhang Xiaotian shouted, the power of the soul mixed in the sound wave.
The silver arc radiated in all directions, and many monks looked startled and moved slowly for a moment.
Immediately, Zhang Xiaotian turned into a humanoid thunder light and ransacked at extreme speed. As he approached the beam of light, a huge force pushed Zhang Xiaotian away.
In the rear, many monks, seeing this situation, all looked shocked, and a trace of anger emerged, and then they shot with anger.
The vast waves of spiritual power surged towards Zhang Xiaotian one after another, as if to squeeze him into nothingness.
At this moment, he was facing death. But he was not desperate, on the contrary, his fighting spirit was high.