Taiweiyuan, among the twelve emperor stars, is the first one with supernatural power. Throughout the ages, only eight out of ten people have illuminated this star.

In a stormy land, heavy rain comes and the wind howls.

A pavilion in the sky weighs heavily, as if it wants to suppress the lingering life force within.

This place where hundreds of ghosts are haunted by the deathly aura has indeed played a great role.

The ubiquitous death aura has contaminated the vitality of ordinary monks and the immortal energy of immortals.

It's just that immortal energy is different from vitality. Immortal energy is purely free of impurities. Now, the impact of being contaminated by death energy is much greater than vitality.

But nevertheless.

When the immortal performs his magical arts and mystical skills, coupled with the inexplicable appearance of a looming pavilion in the sky, it still brings great pressure to these human practitioners.

Li Jingang led eighty people in the world.

He was naked from the waist up, his body was golden, and his blood was full of energy, hot and fierce.

Most of the other Cao Mang practitioners are standing at the peak of the world.

The people who came here to help Lu Jing fight against the immortals are all the bravest people in the world.

As for those with weak cultivation, Lu Jing had already sent people to persuade them to return. Even though this was a fatal disaster, Lu Jing was still unwilling to use them as cannon fodder.

Li Jingang is very famous as a lay disciple of the Jokhang Temple. The lay Vajra is just like his name. He is like a long-haired Vajra with angry eyes. Every move he makes exudes blood and heroic spirit.

The same is true for other rivers and lakes.

Some people are holding big swords, splitting the wind and rain, and also splitting the magic arts, looking at death as if they are home.

There are also people who use their bare hands to kill immortals with their fists like dragons.

There are also people whose long clothes are flying, folding and fanning, and magical powers appear, freezing the earth and freezing the immortals coming and going.

When thousands of practitioners fought in melee, there was a roar in the Valley of the Dead.

Especially when these practitioners are all first-class strong men, then this scene is enough to shock the world.

Even though there are patches of wind and rain, it still can’t stop this terrifying momentum!

However, after this terrifying momentum, strong men shed blood and some died.

The King of Power of Pingping Township is different from the majesty of her title of King. King of Power looks quite petite, and his face is as childish as that of a 28-year-old girl.

She came to Taixuanjing to help Lu Jing not just because it was an order from General Butian, but also because she also read that poem.

When she read that when spring comes on September 8th, my flowers will bloom and then the flowers will die.

I just feel so excited that it’s hard to describe.

A man with such poetic talent and unparalleled talents should not die in the hands of those immortals.

He Zhongdao's achievements in calling wind and rain and saving thousands of people from fire and water should not be exchanged for a cold corpse.

It was with this thought in mind that King Weiguang met Lu Jing all the way to Xuanxuan, and then came to the Valley of the Dead, wanting to pour his passion into it.

As a result, for some reason, a Fu Immortal and a total of sixty immortals fell into the wind and rain here.

These immortals are powerful and full of immortal energy.

The Fu Immortal held a whisk in his hand and swept the room with the whisk as if to sweep away all the filth in the Valley of the Dead.

And she... also seems to be in a dirty place.

"These mortals are interesting. Judging from their reactions, you should know the danger coming here. More than two thousand mortals still want to hold up half of the West Tower in the sky. It is really a bit wishful thinking."

In front of the Immortal of Nafu, several high mountains stood up. The high mountains were misty and covered with birds.

When those birds spread their wings and flew through this windy and rainy place.

Everything seemed to become hazy.

In this haze, some of the sixty immortals burned runes, some controlled flying swords, or used thunder and fire as an opportunity to transform into huge dharma images.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty people were already dead in the wind and rain.

King Weiguang gritted her teeth, the energy and blood in her body circulated to the extreme, and she also had a big sword in her hand.

This big sword is about seven feet long, and is the same as the body of the King of Power.

She held the sword with both hands and used her sword energy to cut through the celestial beings that were pouring like heavy rain. She cut through the clouds and mist, but she also saw the corpses of seven or eight mortal strongmen.

She also vaguely heard the murmur from the mouth of the Fairy Whisker Mansion.

But in an instant, these murmurs turned into sharp thorns piercing into her mind, making her body unstable.

The Fu Immortal holding the whisk in his hand disappeared from the spot, and a high platform fell from the sky. The Fu Immortal stood on the high platform at some unknown time, suppressing it along with the Immortal Qi high platform, intending to crush King Weiguang to pieces.

"There are only eleven people left here, and you are the strongest."

The middle-aged immortal's thoughts were straightened: "At this moment, I'm afraid that you, like these mortals who are dying, have already regretted it. This is the case for mortals. They don't know how to repent until they are about to die."

The middle-aged Fuxian seemed to be sarcastic, but in fact, every word he said was a way of intimidating the soul, trying to subjugate the enemy without fighting.

King Weiguang's long hair had fallen apart, blood was spitting out of his mouth, and his face was covered in blood.

"More than two thousand mortals are overestimating their capabilities. Do you think that the death energy of the Land of Hundred Ghosts can save Lu Jing, who has access to the power of heaven?"

The voice of Immortal Whisk fell into the ears of King Weiguang.

King Weiguang held a big sword and ran quickly through the clouds and mist. She seemed to turn into a bloody ray of light, tracing the traces of Immortal Whisker.

Occasionally, one or two immortals could be seen. She slashed them down with her big sword, but they turned into mist.

King Weiguang knew that it was this immortal's mysterious sound waves that made her feel like she was entering a mirage.

"You're the only one left!"

The voices of those people came again.

King Weiguang stopped and looked up, only to see mortal corpses scattered on the ground in the mist.

Their bodies were covered in blood and stains, their vitality and blood were dispersed in their bodies, and their faces did not show much fearlessness, but instead showed great terror between life and death.

"You are going to die too. When you turn into a remnant, I will give you a chance to go find Lu Jing's remnant and ask him carefully..."

"Why should I ask?"

King Weiguang of Pingping Township spoke for the first time today, and her slender voice interrupted the ethereal sounds coming from all directions.

"You bastards in the sky, do you think that the wealthy people who came to stop you in the Valley of the Dead didn't know that you would die here?"

King Weiguang dragged the big sword diagonally, and she stepped forward into the clouds and mist.

"The world is vast, and there are many cunning and selfish villains, as well as many murderous demons.

But there are people in this world who are passionate, and there are people who know how to repay kindness!"

"Those who come here to fight against the West Tower in the Sky all know Lu Jing's merits. Lu Jing's call for wind and rain is not for himself, but for the ruined Hezhongdao, for the thousands of people in it, and for the bones of those who died there in vain.

Lu Jing was so talented that he was willing to risk his life to save all the people and repair the world.

Can’t we, the people, come here to die and save his life?”

King Weiguang stretched his brows and spoke eloquently.

boom……

Bang bang...

The middle-aged Immortal holding a whisk in his hand had a flaw, and the originally hidden immortal energy began to beat for a moment.

The pale face of King Weiguang suddenly moved.

Among the electric light and flint, the energy and blood of a dragon suddenly became ethereal, the energy and blood turned into sword light and roared towards him, three feet of energy and blood and sword energy slashed horizontally, and the terrifying martial arts and mysteries were running, and I don't know how much strength it contained.

call!

A sword slashed down.

Standing in the void, he destroyed the shadows in the clouds and mists, and created a ravine dozens of feet long.

Rumble!

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the rainstorm became more intense.

King Weiguang held the sword backwards with both hands and looked carefully.

But he saw the immortal energy gathering in the clouds and mist, gradually turning into a figure.

"I originally wanted to tease you."

The middle-aged Fu Immortal sighed: "You want to sacrifice your life to save Lu Jing.

You have indeed led away many immortals with your own lives, but... Lu Jing will still die, maybe he is already dead."

The middle-aged Fuxian stepped out of the clouds and mist. The whisk in his hand was stained with blood, and he was holding a head upside down in his left hand.

I don't know what kind of magical magic he had cast on that head. The eyes were wide open, the mouth was open, and blood flowed from the seven orifices. The blood sacrifice spread all the way and fell on the shadow of the King of Power.

King Weiguang suddenly felt something, but he only felt that his body seemed to be restrained by a huge force, and he could no longer move an inch.

Dozens of immortals gradually appeared.
To be continued...