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Volume 3: The War between Liches and Demons, Emperor Haotian Chapter 185: Calm down, the smoke of gods and demons rolls back, and the sword is unparalleled in its enlightenment

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    (Behead the corpse as soon as possible to avoid falling too far behind.)

    The Emperor's Sword of Divine Heaven bursts into billions of thunderous lights, pointing directly at the sky, like a wandering dragon, with a majestic presence in the wilderness.

    Faced with this will of the Immortal, Southern Xinjiang monks, Daluo Jinxian and below, have only the fate of surrender.  The powerful men who dominated one side were frightened and knelt down in front of this supreme spiritual will.

    The power of will is irresistible.

    Haotian's face was gloomy, his mental power radiated in all directions, and he said slowly: "This is my battle with King Pan. If any individual or organization dares to interfere, I will make it disappear! Anyone who disobeys will die!"

    The sound is not loud, but it is clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the magic bonus, and is deeply imprinted in their hearts.  In just one sentence, the will represented is arrogant and irresistible!  Many monks would find it difficult to disobey during their lifetime, and the majestic purple and gold figure will last forever!

    From now on, Haotian¡¯s words will become an ironclad rule in the Southern Border region.  Violators will die!  As long as Jue Xian's spiritual will is enveloped, even the strongest man at the peak of Daluo Jinxian will not dare to disobey.

    Ancestor Panwang also let out a cold "hum" at the right time, and the sound wave penetrated into the soul space of the Southern Xinjiang monks, shocking them into a cold sweat.

    Haotian is a disciple of the Taoist ancestors and a disciple of the saint. He has a noble status and naturally carries prestige, while King Pan is the emperor of Southern Xinjiang and the son of fate. The two fight in a fair and just manner. Anyone who interferes will be jointly suppressed by the two.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????Out of all the forces in the ancient continent, who would dare to offend two powerful men with profound powers at the same time?

    Thousands of miles high in the sky, two auspicious clouds are entangled together. One is purple and gold in color, containing the power of thunder and lightning, and the other is gray and black with lines, containing the sorrow of poisonous curses.

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    ¡°Obviously, in order to avoid harming the common people and increase their karma, the two moved the battle venue to the sky.

    The Shenxiao Emperor Sword in Haotian's hand flicked and rolled, and a weak chaotic energy was seen pouring out from the tip of the sword. The gray energy was particularly inconspicuous in the auspicious clouds, and quietly disappeared into the gray-black poisonous clouds.

    The energy of chaos is a brand-new energy formed by fitting the laws of time and space. Although it is not as powerful as the air flow in boundless chaos, it still has seven to eight points of power.  The energy of chaos is the beginning of all things, the source of life, corroding everything. With a few "squeaks", a gap was instantly broken in the black clouds. The expression on the face of Patriarch Panwang changed drastically, and then he realized that something was wrong. He pulled the bowstring,  Immediately shoot an arrow.

    "Hey" The whistle of arrows broke through the void, and soon collided with the energy of chaos.

    There was no sound, no explosion, the two were in a stalemate.

    With a frown, Haotian flicked his fingers and sent out another stream of chaotic air at a faster speed.  The arrow was powerless and was instantly enveloped in the energy of chaos. Perhaps due to its special rank, the energy of chaos could not engulf it.  With no other choice, Haotian could only watch helplessly as Patriarch Pan Wang used magic techniques to recall it.

    "What a treasure!" Haotian's expression condensed, and his spiritual thoughts entered the inner space of the Heaven and Earth Treasure Mirror, hoping to find out some information about this bow. In the end, even the weapon spirit didn't know anything about it.

    Ancestor Panwang shouted loudly, and the poison cloud instantly expanded in scope, covering the heaven and earth, and crashed into the Purple Gold Thunder Cloud with boundless power.

    Haotian was about to concentrate on dealing with Du Yun, when he suddenly saw Patriarch Pan Wang quietly stringing his bow out of the corner of his eye.

    "You made a mistake, you shouldn't compete with him remotely." Haotian's mind moved, and his whole person turned into a stream of light, appearing in all directions at super-light speed. Looking from a distance, it seemed like countless Haotians appeared in this space and time at the same time.  .

    "Shadow clone is just a small technique. Although it is not very useful at ordinary times, it can play a key role in special moments.  Since the shadow and the person come from the same source, their appearance and aura are completely the same. Even if you have a deep eye, you won't be able to tell the authenticity for a while.

    Sure enough, Patriarch Pan Wang raised his eyebrows and hesitated for a moment.  The timing of life and death, a moment can change everything.

    Haotian had already appeared beside Panwang Ancestor, and the Shenxiao Emperor Sword struck straight at the waist. Naturally, the arrows shot by the Ancestor only affected the shadow clone and had no effect on the main body.

    After all, he was the overlord of Southern Xinjiang. His expression remained unchanged, his body moved sideways at an incredible angle, and then he used his bow as a shield to block the attack of the Shenxiao Emperor Sword.

    Due to the hasty attack, the attack was unexpected and not very powerful. The ancestor just took a few steps back and released all the power.

    Unwilling to gain the upper hand, Haotian's eyes burst out with two divine lights, blocking King Pan's retreat, and he raised his sword and struck.  The sword body was flowing with the power of thunder and lightning, and crackling sounds filled the void.

    The ancestor has gone through hundreds of battles and has never been defeated. How can he be afraid, and instead of retreating, he advances. He opens his mouth and spits out a stream of black smoke, which hits Haotian's face.

    This smoke is extraordinary, it comes from the mutation of the five qi in Panwang's chest, and is not among the five elements.?Not only is it a charming sight, but it also carries an inexplicable poison. Even if you, the Great Luo Immortal, were hit even a little bit, you would never survive.

    Jiulong Shenxiao Yi is immune to the rules of the elements, but he can't help but avoid this smoke.  The black smoke broke through the defenses in an instant and approached the body's skin. Haotian roared, his pores dilated, forming a hurricane on the body surface.

    Although Black Smoke is strong, it still has its nemesis.  It is true that smoke moves with the wind. When a hurricane rolls in, the black smoke is thrown far away in an instant and falls into an unknown place. It is unknown how many lives have been poisoned.

    Of all things in the world, one thing can overcome another, and there is no absolute strong person. Unless one can break through the constraints of heaven, one cannot say that he is the only one.

    A smile appeared on King Pan's wrinkled face, and he praised: "All things are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other, Taoist friends are so powerful!"

    "Your cultivation system is unique, and I admire you very much." Haotian smiled slightly.

    "My Taoist friends come to my southern border, I'm afraid it's more than just a simple exchange of ideas, right?", the ancestor looked as usual and quietly transmitted the message.

    Haotian pondered for a moment and said: "I can't hide it from my fellow Taoist, I came here to do something detailed for Qingfeng City, but now, defeating you is the most important thing!"

    "Hahaha, I have never failed since I became enlightened. Fellow Taoist, please don't speak arrogantly!", sneered, and the ancestor simply ignored Haotian's strong self-confidence.

    Without further words, the two collided again. This time, both sides used their full strength. Wherever they passed, time and space were shattered, laws were disordered, and the southern border area 10,000 meters below also suffered a devastating blow.

    In racial settlements such as Southern Xinjiang City, cultivators gathered together and consciously set up defensive formations to protect their homes. However, some poor casual cultivators were reduced to dust by the energy aftermath.

    Haotian accidentally discovered that while countless creatures were dying in the southern border area, the golden light of merit in his soul space had quietly decreased.

    "No, we can't stay in a stalemate with him for too long, otherwise it will be detrimental to my future practice!" Haotian's face straightened and he decided to fight quickly.

    I saw that his eyes were slightly closed, the rules of creation were operating to the extreme, matching millions of miles of time and space, and then he raised his sword high and made a gentle stroke forward.

    As soon as the sword came out, time and space were split open instantly, and a dark crack spread rapidly towards Patriarch Pan Wang.

    Due to the addition of chaos rules and elemental rules to the sword's power, this sword exceeded Juexian's attack range and caused wonderful changes.

    The rules of chaos and the laws of time and space exist forever and will not disappear because of the destruction of the world, nor will they weaken because of the shattering of the world.  Time exists eternally, and no one can live without the entanglement of time. The power of rules is supreme, regulating everything in the world and everything in the universe.  The power of time controlled by the law of time can be stopped, accelerated, and regressed, and can even form an infinite loop of time.

    The mysteries of time are extremely complicated and complex. Even a saint may not fully grasp them. For ordinary immortals and gods, it is almost an iron rule that cannot be broken.  Time is like a line that leads to the past, present and future of an existence.  At this moment, the peerless sword issued by Haotian shocked the world, but the ancestor Panwang on the opposite side only felt that his soul and body were frozen for an instant, and a special space fixed him, seeming to cut off his time.  He is now in the Pangu universe, but he does not completely belong to this world.

    In the chaotic space, Taoist Qingtian and Taoist Hongjun both opened their eyes and nodded with smiles.

    Old Taoist Qingtian holds the Chaos Bead in his hand. He is hundreds of millions of feet tall. The energy of Chaos flows throughout his body, and his true form of Chaos is already complete.  Ancestor Hongjun sat cross-legged on the wind and fire futon, with obscure runes hanging from the jade plate of creation, and his body became more and more ethereal.

    The only quasi-sage of Nanzhan Buzhou, Fenghuang suddenly opened his eyes and lost his voice: "How is it possible?"

    King Pan was horrified, and used his supreme will to stimulate his own spirit. After gaining a short time, he took a deep breath, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood mist, and then placed the nameless divine bow in front of him and circled rapidly.

    With the injection of blood, the originally dazzling golden light of the divine bow flashed with bloody runes one after another, overwhelming the golden light for a moment.  Ancestor Pan Wang only got rid of the lock temporarily, and his time was limited. After quickly carving a few lines on his body with a solemn expression, he was frozen by the sword again.

    The dark sword cracks, carrying the supreme secret, imprison everything, destroy everything, and instantly affect the surface of King Pan.

    The blood-colored runes and black defensive shields on the surface of the ancestor's body trembled for a while, and finally were almost completely suppressed to the surface of his body.

    The power of the sword was unprecedentedly powerful, and the top-notch acquired spiritual treasure-level defensive fairy clothes did not last for three seconds before being pierced with a "chila" sound.  As a result, only the nameless divine bow and the blood-colored shield stirred by blood essence are still barely holding on.

    The Immortal Clothes of Defense is a magic weapon that is sacrificed with soul clones. At the moment of its shattering, the ancestor¡¯s spirit was damaged and he suddenly woke up and broke free from the shackles of the sword.

    The divine bow is still neededIn order to defend, the ancestor had no choice but to use arrows as weapons, use the imperial treasure secret, and prepare to encircle Wei and rescue Zhao.

    "Brush!", the arrow turned into a streak of light, and flew in front of Haotian in the blink of an eye. With a "chi", it broke through the defense and stabbed his throat. A coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow made Haotian crazy.  Moved.

    Narrowing his eyes, he swung his divine sword, carrying a little bit of purple-gold light, and Haotian struck with a powerful arrow.

    boom!  The harsh sound of metal clashing was deafening, making people's blood boil and tearing apart pieces of space-time cracks.  Haotian, who was at the center of the impact, also felt a sweetness in his throat, and a trace of essence and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

    With this interruption, the pressure of the sword weakened, and the ancestor took the opportunity to forcefully break the confinement and teleport to a distant place.

    "As expected of Pan King of Southern Xinjiang, it is really not easy for him to be able to stand tall!" Haotian secretly thought it was a pity, and pointed out, the clouds surged, and countless thunders from the sky rained down on Pan King Patriarch,  He didn't have time to string his bow.

    Injury after injury, the ancestor¡¯s face was gloomy, his breath fluctuated, and dark blood oozed from all parts of his body. From a distance, he looked like a man with black blood!

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