Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

As soon as I entered the black storm, countless thunderstorms were bombarded in an instant.

These thunderstorms contain the power of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, which is extremely terrifying.

Li Dalong's group of people are not strong, many of them are at the level of the Wuji Saint Lord, and only a few have reached the level of the Wudao Saint Emperor.

Caught off guard, many people were affected. Even if they were instantly activated, many people were severely injured.

There were sixty or seventy people in this group, and more than twenty fell down in an instant, which was a terrible sight.

The people from the Saint Sect of the Tianzhao and the Wuling Holy Land came in relatively better, because the thunderstorm attack had been taken part, and they had already made some preparations to enter later, and the degree of injury was obviously much smaller.

"This thunderstorm has a very powerful power. Although it is harmful, it is also a kind of tempering, which is just used to cultivate one's body." Li Dalong also suffered a lot of thunderstorms attacks, but his body is unique and very powerful, even if it is not bad.

Without using the most powerful defense, it can barely resist it. It seems that it is inherently immune to this thunderstorm power.

Moreover, when Li Dalong was attacked by a thunderstorm, he obviously felt that his body seemed to have a great boiling feeling, as if the Tiangang God and Demon Body liked this feeling of tempering.

Therefore, Li Dalong did not resist as desperately as others, but instead allowed his body to bear this painful attack.

This situation did not last long, and soon the two saints of Wutian rushed in.

"open!"

The Holy Emperor Zetian shouted indifferently and raised his hand, tearing apart a piece of space, isolating some thunderstorms.

"Walk!"

Another Taiqing Saint Emperor moved forward calmly.

Everyone else followed.

"Fa Zu, you are no match for me!"

"Ancestor Wu, don't be too complacent, you can't beat me!"

"Then let's fight again!"

"The same is true for another hundred times!"

As everyone continued to move forward, bursts of shouts suddenly came.

These sounds were like thunder, deafening, as if they were ringing in everyone's ears.

"This seems to be the Dharma sound left by the two saints? It's been heard for a long time?"

"This skill is really terrible. It's true that he deserves to be a saint ancestor level figure!"

"Look, there are still battle images?"

Everyone looked up.

I saw that in the void, there were afterimages sweeping in the endless black storm. Although I couldn't see clearly, I could vaguely see two figures fighting fiercely.

This is actually the remaining image left after the battle between the Ancestor of the Dharma Saint and the Ancestor of the Martial Saint.

This is a battle between the two Heavenly Saint Emperors, but once in a lifetime. All the cultivators stopped and stopped to watch. After all, they could enjoy the battles one by one, but they were at the level of the Heavenly Saint Emperor. For a cultivator, they came.

Say, it is definitely a chance.

Sometimes, opportunities lie in the flash of inspiration. If you can suddenly realize it, it is the greatest opportunity.

Li Dalong also carefully observed the messy remaining images in the void.

The ancestor of the Martial Saint is good at martial arts and magical powers. He fights against the sky and the earth with his own strength. The ancestor of the Dharma Saint controls the rules and saints, and uses the power of the heaven and earth to move with great momentum. Both have their own advantages and are equal to each other, and are the best.

Top combat power.

According to Li Dalong's understanding, if these two people were at their peak, they would definitely be the top strong men at the level of the Heavenly Emperor.

Now they have been suppressed here for six thousand years, and they don’t know whether they have died or their strength has dropped sharply.

"keep going!"

At this moment, the two saints of Heaven seemed impatient to wait, so they gave up the decree.

The crowd had to stop feeling and began to think about moving over the center.

As soon as he advanced hundreds of meters, terrible forces suddenly came to him.

"careful!"

The Holy Emperor Zetian suddenly shouted in a deep voice.

I saw him spread it with one hand and tear apart the terrible energy.

But these terrible forces come from all directions and cannot be extinct.

Energy fluctuations like death scythe sweeps across the entire team.

Soon, many people screamed, and some cultivators of the Wuji Saint level were killed on the spot.

"What a terrible thing is this?"

"We seem to have entered a formation by mistake! Now the formation has been activated and activated!"

"Damn it!"

Everyone exclaimed.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

At the same time, everyone found that there seemed to be figures appearing in the direction around them.

There were exactly twelve figures, standing in twelve directions around each other.

The next moment, the twelve figures moved in unison, causing terrifying energy fluctuations.

The Holy Emperor Zetian was resisting the inexplicable energy fluctuations around him.

The Holy Emperor Taiqing seemed to have also discovered the power of these twelve figures and couldn't help but take action.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of power shot out from the hands of the Holy Emperor Taiqing and landed on the twelve figures, but they did not move at all!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The twelve figures seemed to be angry with the power of the Taiqing Saint Emperor and all rushed towards him.

At this time, their faces could be seen clearly. They looked exactly the same, all of them were explosive hairstyles, wearing coarse linen clothes, but the power contained was extremely terrifying.

They attacked each other, and their moves were different, but their powers could be integrated together and attacked the Taiqing Saint Emperor.

The combat power of these twelve figures is not inferior to that of a saint without a celestial figure!

Everyone present was amazed.

"Hahaha! Wu Zu, did you see it? My method is so powerful that these little boys can't resist it. If it weren't for this Saint Emperor Wutian who was blocking it, they would have died long ago.

!” A sneer came from the void.

"Hmph! What's so great about your magic array? Or is it that the mirror image of my mighty Martial Ancestor in the past twelve days is even more powerful. You only need to give me a stick of incense to kill them all!" Another voice also sounded.

Get up.

Everyone was shocked again.

Unexpectedly, this formation and the twelve figures were created by the ancestor of the Martial Saint and the ancestor of the Dharma Saint. In order to compete for the victory or defeat, they actually used their lives as a bet.

"The two saints are too arrogant! They don't take me seriously! Now they are no longer your era!" The Saint Emperor Zetian snorted coldly.

"That's right, you have been suppressed by God for so many years, how much power do you have? Hand over the holy relics and let you rest in peace!" The Holy Emperor Taiqing also said coldly.

The two great saints did not take the two saints seriously at all, which made them very dissatisfied.
Chapter completed!