The two sang and harmonized, and Guang Chengzi's face turned completely gloomy.

"Chen Xuanji, don't bully others too much. Do you really think that today's Jie Jiao can already cover the sky with one hand?"

His eyes were cold and stern, and a strong fighting spirit arose in his heart.

Back in the Kunlun Mountains, Chief Jie Jiao was indeed one step ahead of them!

But after tens of thousands of years, the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun are not just freeloaders. Now they have all attained Daluo Golden Immortals.

With the combined strength of the twelve of them, they may not be able to fight against the chief instructor in front of them!

The faces of the other golden immortals also flashed with fierce fighting spirit.

I have been practicing hard on Kunlun Mountain for tens of thousands of years, but I haven’t taken action for a long time.

Today's battle is to let all races in the wild know the true strength of his Kunlun Twelve Golden Immortals!

A hint of amusement flashed across Chen Xuanji's face, "What, you want to fight me?"

"So what if you do it?"

Guang Chengzi suddenly shouted, "Junior brothers, let me take action to suppress this person!"

"Fantian Seal, come out!"

Guangchengzi immediately used the most powerful magic weapon in his hand.

Fantian Seal is in mid-air, and becomes larger in the wind, like a mountain, moving from top to bottom, carrying the power of wind and thunder, crushing it down hard.

Even an ancient sacred mountain will be crushed into powder before the fully awakened Fantian Seal!

"Kill!" Chi Zingzhi's face was full of murderous intent, and he used the Yin Yang Mirror.

In the yin and yang mirror, one black and one white yin and yang fairy light burst out, intertwined, and the annihilating power of yin and yang shattered the void, turning into a millstone and crushing towards Chen Xuanji.

"The Immortal-Slaying Sword, come out!"

Master Yuding sacrificed the Immortal Killing Sword, and the Immortal Killing Sword came out, and the immortal fell. It was sharp but also had an indestructible will!

"Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield, come out!"

Taiyi Zhenren sacrificed the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield, a spiritual treasure that integrates offense and defense.

At this time, nine dragons burning with flames flew out, opened their bloody mouths, and rushed towards Chen Xuanji with their teeth and claws.

"Tie the Immortal Rope!"

"Escape the Dragon Pillar!"

"Tai Chi talisman!"

"Pure glass bottle!"

The remaining eight Golden Immortals also sacrificed their own special spiritual treasures, pouring their whole life's mana into it and hitting Chen Xuanji.

For a time, colorful lights swept across the nine heavens, and the aura of destruction filled the world.

For a moment, the whole world was shaken, and the faces of all races showed shock.

Twelve Daluo Golden Immortals are born, can Chief Jiejiao resist them?

In West Kunlun, the Queen Mother of the West is sitting on a rocking chair, showing off her smooth and fair figure to the fullest.

She tasted the delicious and crystal clear grapes, and her beautiful eyes sparkled.

"If the Twelve Golden Immortals all attack together, it will probably be in vain, right?"

Although the Queen Mother of the West doesn't know Chen Xuanji's true power, she probably won't be defeated by the Twelve Golden Immortals joining forces.

Beiming, the base camp of the monster clan, Bai Ze frowned.

"The Yuqing lineage is so thick-skinned that twelve people took action at the same time. They are the direct descendants of the saint. Is this the measure?"

In the Netherworld, Pingxin Palace, Queen Pingxin frowned and shook her head secretly.

It’s not that I’m not optimistic about Chen Xuanji, it’s that I’m not optimistic about the Twelve Golden Immortals.

As a saint in the Netherworld, no one knows better than her how far Chen Xuanji has come.

Comparing the Twelve Golden Immortals to Chen Xuanji is like comparing a firefly to a bright moon. The gap between the two is really too big.

Chen Xuanji stood there, motionless as a mountain, with a faint smile on his lips.

Tens of thousands of years ago, when he was still in Kunlun Mountain, although the Twelve Golden Immortals were no match for him, they could still pose a threat to him.

But time has passed, time is like running water, and the Twelve Golden Immortals who used to pose a threat to him are now no more than ants in front of him.

Yes, Daluo Jinxian, in front of Hunyuan Jinxian Perfection, is not as good as an ant.

As for the guardian war god, as early as the moment Guang Chengzi took action, he flew to the Yang Mansion to protect Fairy Yunhua and her family from any accidents.

When all the attacks came to Chen Xuanji, the overwhelming destructive power was about to turn him into powder with the force of thunder.

Chen Xuanji then smiled calmly and stretched out a finger.

"Definitely!"

The same words were said, Fantian Seal, Immortal Killing Sword, Yin Yang Mirror, and nine flaming red dragons were imprisoned in mid-air by a supreme evil force and could not move at all.

No matter how hard the Twelve Golden Immortal exerted his strength, his old face turned red from suppressing it, and those spiritual treasures did not move at all.

The air was filled with embarrassment, especially the Twelve Golden Immortals, whose faces were red, not sure whether they were suppressing it or feeling ashamed.

"A few fellow Taoists keep saying that they are direct descendants of saints. Is this all they have?"

Chen Xuanji looked very surprised. Before the Twelve Golden Immortals could react, he pointed at the Twelve Golden Immortals.

The Twelve Golden Immortal only felt a strong force coming towards him. He could no longer control his body. He landed on his butt and fell hard to the ground. He was very embarrassed.

The embarrassment is secondary, the key is the deep sense of humiliation in my heart!

The Twelve Golden Immortals worked together, but they were still unable to defeat even one finger of Chief Jiejiao.

In the future, how can they have the dignity to travel around the wilderness as the direct descendants of a saint?

Where should he put the face of his Yuqing lineage?

I am afraid that in the eyes of the powerful people from all races in the ancient world, he, the Twelve Golden Immortals, has become a clown and a joke.

At this moment, the powerful men of all races in the ancient times were staring at Guanjiang estuary, shocked and in an uproar!

"Good guy, the Twelve Golden Immortals only have this ability, so they have a false reputation!"

"It's not that the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun are too weak, but that the Chief Jiejiao is too strong!"

"You can easily defeat the Twelve Golden Immortals with one finger, as a man should!"

"Defeating twelve Daluo Golden Immortals with one finger, I am afraid that the Chief Jiejiao will not be able to take it easy even among the quasi-sages!"

On the thirty-third day, Daluotian, Lingxiao Palace, and Haotian looked at the scene at Guanjiangkou, and their hearts were filled with joy.

Awesome, so awesome. The Twelve Golden Immortals have always been arrogant and blind to people. Today, someone finally taught me a lesson.

At the same time, Haotian had a little more fear in his heart.

The Chief Jie Jiao is indeed unfathomable. His calm and calm look just now, I am afraid that he has already gone a long way among the quasi-sages.

Haotian couldn't help but feel a little pessimistic about the upcoming catastrophe of becoming a god.

With such disciples here, can they really scheme against Jie Jiao?

In the endless sea of ​​blood, Ancestor Minghe's eyes flashed with fear, "Ancestor can't even see through such terrifying strength. This Chen Xuanji is really different from what he used to be."

In Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace, Yuanshi sat above the Qingyun in the sky, his eyes were extremely gloomy.

The direct descendants of the majestic saints, the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun, were knocked to the ground and humiliated wantonly like this.

Where is the majesty of the saint, and where is the face of the saint?

For the first time, murderous intent appeared in Yuanshi's heart, an extremely violent murderous intent!

As soon as he thought, the void in Yuxu Palace was filled with ripples.

A middle-aged Taoist wearing a black robe who looked exactly like Yuan Shi appeared.

The aura on his body is as ethereal and deep as the vast ocean, unfathomable. At the same time, there is a touch of hardness, indifference, and decisive killing aura.

It is the evil corpse of Yuanshi, the fighting power of Yasheng!

"Go to Guanjiang estuary and suppress this beast!"

"Understood." Yuanshi Evil Corpse nodded, tore apart the void with a wave of his hand, and disappeared.

At the mouth of the Guanjiang River, above the clouds, the Twelve Golden Immortals were suppressed by the power of evil and could not get up.

He could only lie on the ground, very embarrassed, and his spiritual treasure was stepped on by Chen Xuanji, and he almost wanted to die.

Chen Xuanji is still calm and calm, he is waiting for Yuan Shi to take action.

A person with such a good reputation as Yuan Shi will definitely take action.

But the saint himself cannot easily enter the wilderness.

Therefore, there is a high probability that good corpses, evil corpses, self corpses, and sub-sage cultivators will be sent.

He wants to try, with his current strength, whether he can fight against the three corpses of the saint!
To be continued...