There are five half-immortals in the five holy places here today, but Li Wenchan actually said that they would all be beaten to death.
This kind of condescending tone of looking down on the world also made these half-immortals laugh back with anger.
"Junior, do you really think you are invincible? Or are you out of your mind and think of yourself as a real fairy?"
The several holy masters all have cold eyes, and they have only seen such an arrogant person like Li Wenchan in their lives.
"You guys go together, I'm in a hurry."
Li Wenchan stood with his hands behind his back. He didn't look at the few people, but looked at the real immortals in the distance, as if only the real immortals were eligible to be put in his eyes.
"Arrogance."
At this moment, with the hearts of the great holy masters, they couldn't help but feel furious. They are all in charge of a great holy place. Except for the real immortal behind them, they can be said to be under one person and above ten thousand. Li Wenchan's attitude , simply underestimated them to the bone.
"Boom!"
The first one to strike was the Water Curtain Lord, and when his eyes opened between his brows, a blood-colored divine light directly enveloped him, aiming at Li Wenchan's primordial spirit.
The three-eyed ape family in Water Curtain Holy Land is best at the power of divine consciousness.
The third eye not only can see the world, but also can cause damage to the spiritual consciousness. It is said that the third eye has been cultivated to the extreme, and can make people fall into endless fantasy and perish forever with a single thought. Although the Holy Master of Water Curtain has never reached this level, he is extremely terrifying.
"Small tricks."
Li Wenchan showed disdain.
He has practiced the Candle Dragon Massacre divine method, which is the method of the Taoist ancestor. How can the innate supernatural powers of the three-eyed ape clan compare with the method of the Taoist ancestor?
Immediately, Li Wenchan activated the power of the primordial spirit, a larger and more refined power burst out from between his eyebrows, and collided with the bloody light, directly destroying it.
"Hey, little friend, why did you come to this point? Wouldn't it be nice to turn a fight into a friendship and make a friend? But since you've already become an enemy, I can only learn from you."
The Holy Master of the Misty Cloud Holy Land is a white-haired old man. When Li Wenchan stepped onto the Misty Yun Holy Land before, the other party greeted him with a friendly attitude.
However, at that time, Zi Ji had reminded that Lord Yunlan was a calculating person with deep thoughts, and he was definitely not as harmless as he appeared on the surface.
Sure enough, what Zi Ji said was that among the people who besieged him at the beginning, there was the Lord Yunlan!
At this moment, although Holy Master Yunlan sighed and seemed very unwilling to be an enemy of Li Wenchan, when he made a move, he showed no mercy.
He opened his mouth and spat out, and suddenly, a mighty wind strong enough to destroy a city rose out of thin air, and a cloud as thick as a child's arm gushed out.
Yunlan Holy Land cultivates the power of heaven, earth, wind and cloud, and the breath in his belly is his innate qi. After the warm and nourishing sacrifice in the dantian, it seems to have been tempered thousands of times, so that the cloud qi that usually blows away, Become more terrifying than the sharp blade of the magic weapon.
In the blink of an eye, the cloud turned into an extremely tough dragon of cloud.
The cloud follows the dragon, the wind follows the tiger.
This cloud dragon rode the hurricane, whizzing towards it, the huge wind pressure filled the sky and the poles, and the waves were born and clouds disappeared. Many gods in the distance felt unable to stand, and were almost blown away.
"Boom."
But Li Wenchan just shattered this extremely strong cloud dragon with just a palm of his hand. The innate aura that has been nurtured and sacrificed by the Lord Yunlan for many years is like paper under the palm of Li Wenchan.
"good!"
The remaining two holy masters also saw that Lie Xin was happy, and they stepped forward at the same time, playing supernatural powers.
The supernatural powers of the two are mighty, one of them controls the power of thunder and lightning, and a sea of ??thunder evolves when he raises his hand, which is crushed down.
The other person stepped on the endless black water, and the water flowed like a galloping army. This black water has the power of frightening extreme cold, and it is the cold current of the Three Yins. A drop of water can kill a supreme god All frozen into ice sculptures.
"too weak."
But Li Wenchan didn't care at all, just stood there like this, letting the two people's supernatural powers bombard him.
He even survived the celestial tribulation of the Five Elements Divine Thunder. To him, the power of this kind of thunder and lightning is just a scratchy existence, and it can't hurt him at all.
As for the cold current of the Three Yins, it is even more impossible to do nothing to his golden body of colored glaze.
He didn't even need to use Liuli Jinghuo, the cold air was isolated from his skin, so he couldn't feel it at all.
"How can it be?"
As early as Li Wenchan blocked Cao Xiong's attack, everyone already knew his strength.I am strong, but I am not without cards! "
At this time, Cao Xiong let out a roar and soared into the sky. The breath in his whole body was churning, rising steadily, and instantly entered a magical level. The surging fire element vitality, with him as the center, turned into a tornado, descending from the sky, stretching for thousands of years. Mi, shaking the world!
The whole world roared, and the spiritual energy of the world hundreds of miles away shook. Countless auras swarmed in and gathered behind Cao Xiong, forming a golden sun.
Although his chest was sunken and he was spitting out blood, the immortal flames all over his body became brighter and brighter, his pupils were swallowing flames, and his breath rose instead of falling.
He was shrouded in the Great Sun Immortal Fire, like a flame demon god.
"This is¡¡"
As a half-immortal, Zishuang was very clear about this situation, her pretty face suddenly changed color, "He is trying his best, he is not hesitating to consume the fragments of the Dao in his body, and forcibly borrows a trace of the power of a true immortal, but in doing so, it will It will damage your foundation, and your cultivation base may fall afterward!"
The word "banxian" also touches the word "immortal" after all.
This realm, even if it is far inferior to a true immortal, but after all, there are such things as Dao fragments in the body, once you work hard, it is enough to show a trace of the power of a true immortal.
However, doing that would cost a lot, ranging from thousands of years of cultivation, to falling into the realm of the worst.
Obviously, Cao Xiong was driven to a dead end and had to fight desperately. At this moment, his aura was so strong that he was almost going to catch up with the real immortals in the distance.
"Junior, you also managed to piss me off!"
At this moment, the Holy Master of Water Curtain who was bleeding from the seven orifices also let out a long roar, as if he was insane, and the terrifying power of the primordial spirit rolled between the heaven and the earth, surging like a vast sea.
Holy Master Yunlan's face was solemn, he raised his foot, as if lifting Mount Tai, and stepped forward with difficulty.
Every time you take a step, your aura will increase by one point. At the end, it looks like a fairy descended into the world, with fluttering sleeves and ethereal aura.
The three holy masters began to work hard one after another.
The last two holy masters looked at each other. Although they were a little helpless, they had no choice but to force the fragments of the Dao in their bodies to borrow a trace of the power of a true immortal.
Now that this is the case, they can no longer withdraw. Only by advancing and retreating together can they not offend the other three.
In an instant, the five great half-immortals all tried their best to borrow a trace of the power of the real immortals. Their auras pierced the sky and the earth, and their gestures and gestures showed infinite power. The terrifying aura spread out, making the mountains tremble and the rivers surge.
"That's what makes sense."
In Li Wenchan's eyes, there was finally a hint of interest, but even so, he still had a look of contempt, "It's a pity, no matter how hard you struggle, it's just useless in the face of absolute strength. Enough playing, next, you all go to die!"
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