Chapter 135

In his sight, at the end of the sky, a large cloud came rapidly. On the cloud, there are two eternal gods standing, with terrible eyes, like two sacred lamps, bursting with dazzling brilliance. One of them is old, but it seems that there is an archaic magic dragon dormant in his body. He will recover at any time.

He also held an ancient bronze mirror in his hand, which was extraordinary. On the mirror surface, there is fog transpiration, which seems to be a part of heaven and earth in it, or refining a sea of fog, which is very misty.

Chen Laogui of the beast immortal sect, nankunlun of Lizhou in the Southern Ming Dynasty, Fang Jiawu of qiqingshenzhou, yeshishan of yeshimaozhou, Gu ZeJian of Gu family, and five masters of eternal gods came together again.

All the descendants of these five people died in Meng Xuan's hands. Their hatred for Meng Xuan has reached a monstrous level.

The more people think about it, the more wrong they are. With the character of a sword slave, they will never be so stable during this period. He and others are bullied to his head, he has been so quiet. So, Chen Laogui borrowed Haotian mirror!

Haotian mirror can reflect the real combat power of a monk!

The five decided that once the sword slave really had an accident, they would not hesitate to destroy the whole Xunqu sect, and no one would be left alive. If the sword slave still has the previous fighting power, the five still have the confidence to escape.

Therefore, these five eternal gods did not suppress their own breath at all. In broad daylight, they quickly approached to find the missing sect. One by one, there is no cover up.

"Meng Tianji, search for the missing clan, and kill him!" Before he got close, Fang Jiawu roared, and his son Fang Wuxu was also killed by Meng Xuan. Just because of a woman, Meng Xuan cut off her head by thunder!

He roared like ten thousand horses galloping. Half of Dongsheng was shaking, and many monks were shocked. Will be the line of sight to find the direction of missing. With the coming of the promotion ceremony, Youming Sixteen States became more and more restless.

"Five masters of the realm of eternal gods, this kind of strength, can destroy a Shenzhou mansion!"

"We are doomed to find the missing clan."

"Once it is determined that the true combat power of the mysterious sword slave of xunquezong will disappear, then xunquezong will be destroyed today!"

Chen Laogui holds the Haotian ancient mirror and releases immortal light. This mysterious ancient mirror is gradually reviving, and there is a sneer on his face.

The sword slave opened his eyes, and his face was helpless and dignified. Especially when he saw the Haotian ancient mirror in the eyes of Chen Laogui, his face was uncertain.

Boom!

Five gods approached, Qi and blood soared to the sky, and the breath of gods spread all over the world, blocking the void in ten directions and covering the whole Xunqu sect. All of a sudden, Xunqu Zong seemed to sink into the ground. Some mountain peaks are shaking violently.

Xiao He, who had been promoted to elder, changed his face and said, "all disciples, gather at Luobao cave!"

Seeing this, many disciples rushed to Luobao cave one by one, very close to the sword slave.

"Master JianNu, please do it." Xiao Tianbao, the son of Xiao He, knelt on the ground.

"Master JianNu, please help me!" Many disciples kneel down with them. The five gods are not joking.

The sword slave sighed: "wait, I'll protect you. How many can you escape? How many are you?"

When they heard this, they were stunned, and the color changed wildly.

What's the meaning of this?

Can't even master JianNu fight against these five gods?

If this is the case, then today's Xunqu sect will surely be destroyed. Under the cover of the nest, there is no complete egg. They will also be slaughtered!

The faces of many disciples were sad and desperate. Even the powerful and mysterious sword slaves have no way. How can they resist these ordinary disciples?

Meng Tianji's eyes were sharp: "Meng Xuan, you can run away while you are in trouble. The farther you go, the better!"

After that, Meng Tianji went out, and his body gradually became tall and straight. He strode to Luobao cave.

Meng Xuan's eyes burst out and disappeared in the same place. When it reappeared, it had already changed a dress. It's just like a scholar. It's very elegant.

He changed his appearance. At this time, he can't show his true appearance, otherwise it's easy for people to think that he is Haotian.

He walked quickly to the direction of Luobao cave, holding a feather fan, dressed in white, elegant.

The speed of the five gods is very fast, the soldiers are in general, the breath stirs the wind and cloud, and the clouds are rolling in a hundred miles. The earth shaking pressure spread, like even the Douli palace in the sky can be knocked down.

The sword slave stood up, his face was pale and his breath was unsteady.

"Mr. Chen, what a deep plan. He even borrowed this Haotian mirror." JianNu said that he had a problem and couldn't find a solution.

Old Chen laughs and looks ferocious: "old man, let me see your true cultivation!"

With that, he turned the Haotian ancient mirror in his hand. Mirror light, a hundred Zhang Long divine light from the Haotian mirror, from the clouds down, across the sky, shining on the sword slave.

Suddenly, the mirror light, orange light, like a round of the sun, hanging nine days.

Chen Laogui was stunned, and then laughed wildly: "ha ha ha, old man, I knew that you scared people last time. All the masters below the realm of eternal gods are orange light. Your true fighting power has not reached the eternal spirit at all

Old ghost Chen is still worried about whether there will be any problem with the Haotian ancient mirror. So he shone on himself. All of a sudden, the ancient mirror, full of golden light, almost annihilated ten miles around. It's like a golden sun in the sky.

All the people who pay attention to this place sigh.

"Ah, it's the end of xunzong. There is no master in the realm of eternal gods."

"Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple correspond to the realm of DaoHai, Daotai, Shenshen, Shenqiao and Longxiang. It's just an orange light. It can't give full play to the strength of the eternal spirit. "

"Meng Xuan, won't he run away?"

Fang Jiawu and others burst out laughing, and the roaring world was trembling: "ha ha, Meng Tianji, hand over Meng Xuan, I'll leave you all a corpse!"

"Meng Xuan, why didn't he show up? He didn't run away, did he?" Gu ZeJian swept around and found that there was no trace of Meng Xuan.

Meng Tianji raised his head and looked at the sky. His eyes were very cold: "five, there's nothing to say, fight."

He rose from the sky with momentum, and the cultivation of Tao Tai state spread. A long gun appeared in his hand, pointing to the five people on the cloud.

Five people standing on the clouds, like gods coming down to earth, one by one breath of vast, fairy bright, eyes glowing, looking at Meng Tianji sarcastically.

"Kill First of all, he couldn't help it. He took a big hand and turned it into a huge five finger mountain. He came down from the sky to find the missing clan.

That sacred mountain, black, overwhelming, the pressure of the void is in the tremor distortion.

The eternal God master's strike is absolutely not something that the master of Tao Tai realm can resist.

Poof!

Wuzhishan has not yet completely landed, but just dropped a few wisps of breath, covering the people's body. All of a sudden, a monk with low accomplishments, his face was like gold paper, his body was splitting, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

"How can we fight this?" Xiao He's face looked despairing. The five gods are giants. Even the Shenzhou government doesn't have that strength!

Wuzhishan is going down in a frenzy, and the whole Xunqu sect is about to be destroyed.

At this time, a young man appeared. He stood ten miles away and looked at it from afar. Body several disillusionment, appeared in the drop treasure hole side. It's very elegant, without the slightest smell of fireworks.

Everyone was stunned. Who is this young man? Looking at his cultivation, it is clear that he has not reached the level of eternal gods.

He looked at the sacred mountain and gave a light blow.

That punch, very strange, stopped nine times in the void.

There was a sneer in old Chen's eyes: "young man, you are looking for death, you know?"

Meng Xuan didn't speak, and he burst out a progressive magic fist. He came into contact with Wuzhishan, and his whole body suddenly breathed. Suddenly, in the eyes of all the people, the holy mountain was directly blasted by the young man, flew to the clouds, and then split in the sky!

Boom, completely broken into clouds!

One blow, smashed Chen Laogui's holy mountain!

Everyone was stunned and looked at Meng Xuan. Where did the elegant young man come from?

But this strength is too strong, one blow smashed Chen Laogui's magic power. What is the level of his cultivation, the eternal God?

"Ladies and gentlemen, please step back. I won't kill you. Otherwise, all five of you will stay here today. " Meng Xuan changed his voice, which was full of vicissitudes.

Old ghost Chen was stunned. He knew the power of that magical power. Even Chen Junfeng, who has been in the eternal spirit for a long time, is hard to follow.

"Young man, you are a little too loud." Old ghost Chen's voice was low and his eyes narrowed, thinking about the origin of Meng Xuan.

"Who are you?" Fang Jiawu asked.

"Master of Meng Xuan!" Meng Xuan said, shaking the feather fan in his hand, it seems very mysterious.

"I don't care who you are. I'll kill you with me!" Gu ZeJian roared, very impatient.

As soon as the words came to an end, a flash of lightning burst in front of Meng Xuan, tearing the void apart. Then, out of the lightning came a figure. A breath of Huangdao blood flows out, which belongs to the thunder blood of the Tang Dynasty.

Tang Zongheng is coming!

"If you want to exterminate xunzong, you should pass me first!" Tang Zongheng is tall and tall, and the blood of Tang Dynasty has recovered to the extreme. This is a kind of ancient and vicissitudes of blood. There is an emperor's crown on his head, which sets him off like a king. In his body, filled with the breath of eternal God!