Chapter 601： Yuan Huang Fu Zhu

According to rumors, the sacred religion has a saint son with a mysterious origin, but is the supreme immortal posture.

It is said that as soon as he entered the holy religion, he was accepted as a disciple by the **** master and preached alone.

However, the entire Saint State, all the sect forces, only heard that this saint child was extremely talented, but had never seen him.

Unexpectedly, he was born today.

Of course, no matter how mysterious the Xianxia on the girl's face is, it will not escape the system's recognition.

Nine Heavens Profound Body.

Seven orifices and exquisite heart.

Light, thunder, illusion, three ways close to you.

Five thousand luck.

Ling Xiao's eyes showed playfulness, but she sighed from the bottom of her heart.

Worthy of being a holy son, oh no, it should be a holy woman.

The cultivation base of this Meng Yuan has entered the realm of Shenhou Fourth Stage.

Moreover, to Ling Xiao's slight surprise, this Saint Mengyuan actually had a very light sealing power on her body.

The Nine Heavens Profound Body, it is said that such a divine body is rare in a thousand years, and can deduce the technique by itself to find the flaws.

In other words, instead of playing against each other, the longer the time, the lower the chance of winning.

Under the same circumstances, it can be called invincible.

And Qiqiao Linglong Dao Heart is a kind of enlightenment state of mind.

Others practiced for a hundred years, but lost to her for ten years.

"A man in the sacred religion? Huh, what about the saint son, even the partridge is killed by me, and everyone will die today."

Above the void, the Emperor Yuan sneered, and the ghost mist outside his body turned into a ghost of hundreds of feet, standing up in the sky.

At this time, his expression was majestic and his tone was strong, but his heart was already panicked.

The holy son of the holy religion is far more noble than the divine envoy.

What's more, although this saint son has never been born, he has already become famous.

The divine master’s direct biography, and the only heir.

This identity alone is enough to fear all forces in the entire Holy State.

Because, behind them, there is a respectable state!

But what can I do?

I also want to kneel down and cry with you about my grievances!

But, my soul has been imprinted by people! !

"Arrogant, ignorant."

Meng Yuan scolded softly, with golden light outside her body.

She stood there like a scorching sun, wishing to save all the evil spirits in the world.

"Two elders, let me take action and kill this demon!"

When the words are over, Mengyuan turns into rainbow light first, and rushes towards Yuan Huang.

Behind him, the two sage elders did not dare to hesitate, their auras shining brightly outside their bodies, evolving into divine shadows, appeared out of thin air above Yuan Huang's head.

Then, each holding a Taoist instrument in each hand, one bell and one sword, they slew towards Yuanhuangzhen.

Admiralty imprisoned the world, the size of a hundred meters in a flash.

And above the sword, there is also unparalleled sharpness, cutting the space neatly, and slashing towards the Emperor Yuan.

Facing the combined blow of the two seventh-rank **** emperors, the Yuan Emperor looked unwilling, and his imperial aura filled the sky, mixed with endless ghosts.

Behind him, the eyes of the ghost shadow shot a scarlet light, and with just one strand, the sky was smashed into pieces.

"boom!"

The three offensives collided, and the world was instantly dark.

It's just that, after all, the Emperor Yuan was in the seventh stage at first, and his cultivation methods were absolutely unable to compete with the elders of the Holy Cult.

With just one blow, he vomited blood and flew out.

"Evil, die!"

In Meng Yuan's hand, a seven-foot green front was cut out of thin air like gold.

The vast golden sun dissipated the ghost fog, carried the supreme sacredness, and blocked all the roads of Queen Yuan.

"Huh! You have to pay some price if you want to kill me."

By this time, in the eyes of anyone, the Emperor Yuan was dead end.

It's just that in his eyes, there is still no panic, and Jin Hui is shattered with a print of his back.

And his figure stood on the sky again.

"Thousands of ghosts return to their souls, sacrifice for the undead!"

With an angry shout, hundreds of thousands of corpse soldiers screamed under the fairy mountain.

The howling sounded through the heavens, and it was near the underground Hades.

A series of ghost qi rose from the ground, and all gathered outside the Yuan Emperor.

And his breath rose instantly, faintly reaching the pinnacle level of the seventh rank.

"What a sinister means!"

The two sage elders glanced at each other, and there was a trace of amazement in their eyes.

No wonder, the Fourth Divine Envoy of the Eighth Stage Emperor Realm actually died in the hands of this evil demon.

At this time, his cultivation base was extremely close to the eighth rank.

If there is another strong sea clan to help, Partridge will be invincible.

"Four elders, do it!!"

The two sage elders looked solemn, and the spirit of the whole body was no longer reserved, blooming in the sky.

"Om."

The sound of the avenue resounded loudly, and a series of colorful dao patterns spread from mid-air.

Above the golden bell, there seemed to be a dragon-like phantom floating and sinking, coiling around the bell, revealing a tendency to suppress the ten thousand realms.

In the hands of another sacred envoy, the gods of the Taoist sword flowed, and the sound of the sword groaned endlessly.

Then, the two gathered their spiritual powers, urging Lingbao to press towards the ghost.

The sword light is thousands of miles away, piercing through the heavy fog, and illuminating the void.

The sword intent of Wan Dao scattered in all directions, piercing through Cang Ming, carrying incomparable killing intent.

And the golden bell turned into a streamer, evolving into an ancient formation, trapping the Yuan Emperor's figure in place.

"Die to me!!!"

The Emperor Yuan roared angrily, with hundreds of miles around his body, ghosts and shadows, extremely gloomy.

One ghost mark, as if condensed by ten thousand ghosts, revolves and manifests on the top of its head.

The **** soul was surging from Yuan Huang's eyebrows, at this moment, he actually chose to burn the soul.

A **** and strange breath swept in all directions.

And on the ghost seal, there are thousands of blood patterns climbing and winding, like ghost hands, which makes the heart chill.

The three seventh-ranked **** emperors shot at the same time, and the heaven and the earth could hardly bear their prestige.

Over the entire western Xinjiang, at this moment, the sky was overcast and the cold wind cracked the bones.

"boom!"

Ghost seals are everywhere, hanging upside down.

Such as the sea ghost gas mysteriously turned into a wind, blowing from the underworld, biting into the bones.

Finally, the golden bell fell, and the sword intent fell, and violently collided with that Fang Yin.

"boom!"

At this moment, even Ling Xiao's figure unconsciously withdrew from the land of Baili, his eyes were surprised to see the terrifying spirit power rising into the sky.

"Dead!! Die to me!!!"

In the blur, everyone could hear the Yuan Emperor's desperate roar.

Then, an even more terrifying spirit power rushed away from the place where the divine light was shining.

"Boom!"

The whole world was shattered like ice crystals, and it was broken.

It's just that a smile on Ling Xiao's face was inexplicably raised.

The figures of Qin Wushuang, Ning Tiance and others swept from a distance and stood beside Ling Xiao.

At this time, everyone's eyes were full of solemnity.

Seventh-Rank God Emperor's dying counterattack is bound to be terrifying.

Even if the two great saints and elders could resist, they would be seriously injured.

Time passed slowly, and the world was silent.

It was just inexplicable, a flash of panic suddenly flashed in the eyes of the hundreds of thousands of corpse soldiers and several Yuan Dynasty emperors.

Immediately afterwards, their bodies began to crumble on their own.

Emperor Yuan is dead.

These so-called soul slaves naturally no longer have the possibility of survival.

Until light fell in the sky, everyone was stunned to see that the two sacred envoys stood out of thin air, but there was no longer the Yuan emperor.

Only at this time, the auras of the two of them had been wilted to the extreme, their faces were pale, and some blood stains seemed to flow from the corners of their mouths.

Especially the old man who used the sword, an arm and shoulder were directly shattered, looking miserable.

Obviously, even if the two of them joined forces, they suffered extremely severe injuries under the Yuan Emperor's final offensive. We villains don’t want to be a stepping stone.