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- (The three sermons are the period when the strength of various great masters is improving, so I¡¯m a bit verbose, sorry!)
"Ah!" The twelve guardian demon cultivators all spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately lost most of their combat power. Mentally damaged, he barely fell to the roof. However, this was just a precursor to the attack!
Over the city, the color of the sky changed from white to blue, then from blue to gray, and finally the sky turned gray-black! The calamity clouds continued to condense, and then the gray-black sky began to rotate. Blue-purple electric snakes seemed to appear out of nothing, appearing from the gray-black sky, and then were sucked into the huge whirlpool!
There is no suspense, this is a large-scale secret technique of Shenxiao!
The whirlpool became more and more turbulent, and huge electric snakes were meandering in the whirlpool! Suddenly, there was a huge burst of thunder, and a purple thunderbolt like a winding dragon struck directly towards the bottom of the city!
Gradually, the scope of thunder and lightning became wider and wider. In an instant, dense thunder fell from the sky throughout the endless city area.
Even people like Da Luo are frightened and dare not act rashly. No one dares to compete with such a violent thunder! The proud city defense system was instantly destroyed, and all the monks were nakedly exposed to lightning.
Then, countless sky thunders in the gray-purple calamity cloud merged into one, and the sky thunder flashed with terrifying power. The sky thunder energy cut through time and space, and instantly struck the twelve guardians.
How could the Twelve Guardians, who were already seriously injured, still resist? They watched helplessly as lightning struck them, with a "crackling" sound, and the twelve Daluo Golden Immortals were instantly annihilated without any chance to resist.
At this time, Haotian seemed to have entered an indescribable state. He had his hands behind his back and a smile on his lips. He had forgotten the time, the place, the past, the future, and at the same time. itself¡¡
The heart is empty, no joy, no sorrow, no anger, no resentment, nothing!
Entering into that kind of mysterious and ethereal feeling, it seems to be fused between heaven and earth, and it is like a baby returning to its mother's arms. It feels extremely comfortable! Under such circumstances, the cultivation of the mind increased at a terrifying speed, and the thunder technique of Shenxiao also quietly improved.
Thunder and lightning continued to fall, and countless monsters were extinguished under the lightning. Haotian seemed to be a bystander, mocking evilly.
"Haotian, are you going too far?" At a certain moment, a cold shout came from the distance.
Raising his head slightly, Haotian chuckled and said, "Where is King Pan? Just because you are not my opponent!"
"You! Don't be so arrogant. I am also an immortal god who listens to the teachings in Zixiao Palace. How can I be afraid of you!" The visitor's face turned cold, and a terrifying whirlwind rotated rapidly with his right fist as the center, and kept spinning. The ground shrinks.
Seeing this scene, Haotian's expression changed, "It's interesting."
The person who came was middle-aged, with a tall build, wearing purple gold gloves, and wearing golden armor. He looked like a god. He is also one of the three thousand Taoist listeners in Zixiao Palace. He is a Taoist in the late stage of Daluo Jinxian and has mastered the laws of the golden element. He is the lord of this city.
The turtle and crocodile became enlightened and cultivated their demonic bodies, and they went south to adventure and became supreme. Three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace accidentally turned into ashes!
The middle-aged man became a crocodile. He was born with supernatural power and fighting spirit. The blood in his body was completely boiling. He roared and punched out.
Wherever the fist wind passed, the space was shattered, the elements were chaotic, and the extremely sharp white aura directly pressed against Haotian's soul.
Haotian is like a sculpture that has been around for hundreds of millions of years. From eternity to the present, no matter how wind blows or rains, it remains as solid as a rock and cannot be moved by external objects. Facing the middle-aged man's unprecedentedly powerful attack, Haotian just smiled faintly and lightly grabbed it with one hand.
Five energy beams of various colors formed instantly and rushed towards the fist gang. During the flight, the white energy turned into a sword, the green energy turned into a staff, the black energy turned into a turtle, the red energy turned into a phoenix, and the yellow energy turned into a mountain. At the moment of contact, a huge burst of light burst out, and energy from all systems swept across all directions.
The middle-aged city lord's expression changed drastically, and he finally realized the gap between him and Haotian. He roared, and a sledgehammer appeared in his hand. He screamed "Ah" and blasted forward.
Haotian's other hand slowly stretched out and patted the void. Suddenly, his mind merged with the boundless time and space. The bronze hammer that the middle-aged city lord was bound to win was firmly caught by a white hand.
Suddenly, a purple-gold light burst out from the white palm, and the thunder in the palm struck quietly. The thunder and lightning was instantly transmitted to the middle-aged man through the copper hammer. The demon cultivator City Lord howled and was chopped black.
By taking action at will, the monks in the later period of Da Luo were in danger, and they dealt a merciless blow to the beliefs of all city residents.
"Is God going to forget me about Southern Xinjiang City?" An old demon cultivator looked at the sky, his face full of tears, and his voice was hoarse.
A demon cultivator dressed as a general, with a hint of confusion and despair on his face, sighed,He said slowly: "Let's each run for our lives."
"Almighty Lord Panwang, I pray for your coming!" In the city lord's palace, a group of weirdly dressed monks knelt together and muttered words, as if they were making some kind of summons. Haotian's eyes glanced in this direction, thoughtfully.
The power of the thunder from the sky is so powerful. The middle-aged city lord's blood seeped out from every part of his body, and he looked like a bloody man. The middle-aged man looked at Haotian, then at the city, smiled bitterly, and turned into a bloody light and flew towards the south at high speed.
"Want to escape?" Haotian looked sarcastic, made secrets with one hand, and pointed towards the sky.
"Whoosh~", an invisible purple-gold light arrow formed in the sky, and then instantly turned into a stream of light and shot into the distance.
"Ah!" A blood-curdling scream came from a distance, Haotian smiled faintly, and all the demons in the city shuddered.
Haotian's strength and methods have exceeded their means. If it hadn't been stopped by lightning, Nanjiang City would have been a dead city!
The sound of thunder was loud, purple eyes stared, and the breath of death was getting closer and closer. The entire South Xinjiang City was dead silent, and only a "bang bang" heartbeat could be heard.
Bang bang! Bang bang bang bang!
"I can't stand it." Some demons with low strength could not withstand attacks from the soul level, and roared and exploded one after another.
The sound of "rumbling" continued, houses collapsed one after another, and the howling started again.
Haotian didn't seem to have any plans to take action. He just stood on the city wall quietly, as if everything had nothing to do with it.
At a certain moment, Haotian suddenly opened his eyes, his purple-gold eyes looked at the sky above the City Lord's Mansion, and murmured: "Are you finally back?"
There was a faint "buzzing" sound all around, and the space seemed to be condensed. All the nearby tree monsters were still, as if they were solidified by an invisible force.
The "buzzing" sound contains a powerful soul attack, whizzing towards the city wall.
"It's Lord Panwang, we are saved!" Many monks cried with joy when they felt the familiar aura. Panwang of Southern Xinjiang will always be an undefeated myth and patron saint in their hearts!
Haotian felt a bit of anticipation and a bit of nervousness inexplicably in his heart. Although King Pan of Southern Xinjiang was seen twice in Zixiao Palace, he was secretive and taciturn, and no one knew his true level.
The turbulence of time and space became more and more obvious. At a certain moment, a thin figure suddenly appeared.
The person who came was a skinny old man, dressed in black robes. Like a god, he came to Haotian through the air under the gaze of countless people.
The old man¡¯s eyes were as bright as a torch and he asked calmly: ¡°Where are you from, fellow Taoist? Nanjiang City has nothing to do with fellow Taoist, why did this happen?¡±
"Without him, come and meet Your Excellency for a while!" Haotian closed his eyes slightly, and his energy and spirit quietly reached its peak.
There was no expression change on the wrinkled face of Patriarch Pan Wang. He waved his black robe and stepped back, keeping a certain distance from Haotian.
The eyes faced each other, the energy was flying, the space was distorted and deformed, and the city walls and houses were turned into powder piece by piece.
Haotian and King Pan frowned, both raised their bodies, and turned into two rays of light and flew straight into the distance.
Somewhere in southern Xinjiang, on the top of opposing mountain peaks, two figures stood facing each other.
The energy in the space is twisted, and the sound of spiritual energy explosions is made from time to time. The momentum of the two has begun to compete. When masters compete, their energy and energy are particularly important. Often, they can harm the opponent through the trajectory of heaven without a bloody fight. The energy filled the air, the stalemate became more and more intense, and the sound of explosions was endless, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in all directions.
There are some bold latent cultivators who turned pale as soon as their spiritual consciousness came into contact with this area, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and their souls were immediately seriously injured. The power of the battle between Juexian and the Immortal is so great that it affects such a wide range that it is impossible to measure it.
Gradually, beads of sweat began to appear on the foreheads of Haotian and King Pan. Their clothes made hunting sounds, their hair was flying, and the duel between them had reached a fever pitch.
Everything around was silent except for the sound of momentum colliding with each other. In the distance, in Nanjiang City, countless pairs of eyes were staring quietly in this direction. All the monks held their breath and were silent. They prayed to witness the grace of King Pan, and also hoped to gain some insights from this unprecedented battle, even if the chance of this was very low.
As time went by, the mountains where the two stood became bare due to their strength. Suddenly, both Haotian and Pan Wang were shocked and took a few steps back.
But the two of them were equally powerful, and no one got the slightest advantage.
"Perhaps it was due to the force exerted by the feet, the two mountains shook and collapsed suddenly. They let out a long roar and raised their palms towards each other.
With their palms facing each other, a flash of light flashed in Haotian's eyes, and his momentum suddenly rose., the thunder power of Shenxiao poured out. King Pan's face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, finally trembled slightly, his palms turned into fists, and a cold black light rose.
From the contact just now, Haotian has clearly felt the terrifying and domineering aura of King Pan. But at this moment, the aura suddenly changed and became cold and vicious, as if it was filled with inexplicable power and penetrated directly into the soul.
"The law of poison!" Haotian's face straightened as he felt the changes in his body's functions.
"Haotian had not already used the sky thunder to temper his body to the level of an innate spiritual treasure. With just this one blow, Haotian's body might have been completely destroyed.
"As expected of a descendant of the Taoist ancestors, the laws of nature are amazing!" After one blow failed, King Pan was not discouraged. He smiled calmly, turned his fist into a grasp, and violently tore it apart.
The majestic energy was shot out, and violent air masses were instantly generated in the space, as if countless invisible sharp blades were tearing apart the time and space between the two people.
Haotian had the illusion that King Pan's palms seemed to be countless indestructible swords, tearing apart everything that blocked him.
The Taoist body was suspended in the air, facing the strong wind, his eyes were closed tightly, and he instantly connected with Tianxu. Haotian pointed out a finger lightly, with a solemn expression, and slowly uttered one word, "Go!"
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