"Today, Yasha tribe, remove the list!"

Solemn, iron-blooded, and domineering voices penetrated the sky, and the terrifying aura stirred the world for thousands of miles. Jiang Lang under the night sky was like a worldly god king. Endless brilliant silver lights emerged from his body, reflecting the dark world like daytime. One after another, one silver sword light flashing with ancient secret talismans appeared. The endless water elemental power was gathered in the void, and all turned into a terrible sword light in the sky, directly forming a sword formation filled with the power of the extreme.

In an instant!

The sword formation that enveloped all directions instantly showed a vast vision, interweaving a stunning pressure.

Tens of thousands of sword lights in the east have evolved into a starry dragon.

Countless sword lights in the West gathered a shadow of a white tiger.

The dense sword light in the south evolved into a vermilion bird spirit.

The sword light on the northern sea turned into a large Xuanwu body with a tortoise, snake and snake.

The dragon roars angrily!

The white tiger roars!

The Vermillion Bird hiss!

Xuanwu roars!

The four-sided sword formation evolved into the spirit of the four sacred beasts, entrenched around Jiang Lang's body, guarding him like an immortal emperor.

The glory is endless, and the world is overwhelming, and the energy covers the world, as if the will of heaven is manifested. Jiang Lang's eyes are filled with sword shadows, ancient talismans appear, and a stunning sword intent that shocks the world and shakes the universe. The Tianxuan sword behind him keeps shaking, as if he can't press it, and he is about to be sheathed and drink blood at all times.

"No……"

"Sage, why? Why is this?"

"My Yasha tribe is indeed wrong, but I will not suffer the disaster of extermination."

"You are the Xuanmen saint who defends the West Sea and defends the righteous and wards off evil spirits. You are not the group of demons who slaughter all living beings. Why do you slaughter my Yasha clan?"

"Sage, please don't, don't!"

Ye Tianyi's whole body trembled violently, and his ugly face was filled with panic and uneasiness. With his knowledge, how could he not recognize this was the Four Symbol Sword Formation that was famous in the world at that time. It was an ancient sword immortal who realized the Four Holy Spirits and passed down in three thousand worlds. There are only a few people who have cultivated this sword formation over countless years. This should have been a sword formation that protects sentient beings, but now it has become the life-seeking sword formation of their Yaksha clan.

Do this?

What exactly is it called?

Even if the Yaksha tribe is wrong, it has already lost ten kings. If I don’t kill me, it will be successful. How can it rise to the disaster of the destruction of the clan and the tribe?

Without saying a word, he will be decisive when he meets him.

Is this still the living saint who has great virtues and great achievements, comparable to the ancient sages?

"Yaksha tribe, it's over!"

"Young master's intention to kill, and he slaughtered the West Sea with one sword. The disaster of the sea tribe today is all the causes of the past!"

"Amitabha! Mr. Shui, donor Huang, grudges, grudges, cause and effect, this is a fixed number. Of course, the little monk did not believe that donor Jiang would really kill with one sword and let the Yaksha tribe get rid of the West Sea. The real target should be the old saint of the mermaid tribe."

At this point, Huang Wei and Shui Wuyou agreed with each other, but only Master Chen had a different view. After all, he knew the whole story of this matter best, and that was mentioned by Elder Ye Gu of Wuji Dao Sect.

One thought of cause and effect, one mind of good and evil!

The incident that happened back then was because the sea clan was wrong first. It was already a humiliation of Wuji Dao Sect's true disciples who came to the door to ask for punishment. The donor Jianglang did not make any embarrassment. He let the sea clan leave, and the cause and effect were already considered to be gone.

However, the saints of the sea clan do not have any face. They go up the mountain gate again to visit, but in fact they are bullying the weak.

The grudges have been settled, but the cause and effect are difficult to settle. Jianglang donor endured for more than ten years, and now all kinds of behaviors are undoubtedly imitating the saints of the sea clan back then.

I have to say that Jiang Lang’s donor has great virtue and is also vengeful.

From then on, let alone the Yaksha tribe, and even the seven sea tribes, I'm afraid I will never have a good life.

"stop!"

"Brother Jiang, what's the point of this move?"

"I wonder what the Yasha tribe did? I have to kill all the clans if you have caused such a disaster."

At this time, at the end of the distant void, a thick and old voice rolled in. It can be seen that the visitor was an old man who was more than nine feet tall and extremely burly. He was wearing bright silver armor and had the charm of a general who had a few hundred battles. Although his face was old and wrinkled, and full of traces of time, a pair of gray and golden vertical pupils looked like cold electricity, giving people a sense of pressure.

And just beside the old man, there was also a peerless beauty with long seaweed-like water-blue hair and pure eyes like flawless gems. She was so beautiful that she looked like a face that was scattered by heaven and earth. The three purple and gold scales in the center of her eyebrows added a bit of charm to her.

The saint of the mermaid tribe is vast!

Mermaid clan leader Princess Hai Lanying.

The sea and the sky are vast. They once entered the saint at the 77th Kalpa Realm of the Hundred Tribulation Realm. They belonged to the saint of the 70th Kalpa Realm. They have lived for 19,000 years. According to his lifespan, they are at the peak of the saint. After all, even the lowest saint who reached the thirty-kalpa Realm can survive for 30,000 years.

A saint who has seventy kalpas can live for 50,000 years at its limit, of course that is the limit number.

Hai Lanying is one of the top ten stunning figures in the West Sea, the 49th tribulation realm, ranks 13th in the Hundred Tribulation List, but his combat power is enough to rank among the top ten. He once fought with Ji Qingyi and Ji Wuyue at the same time for the top ten title kings. He was defeated by Ji Wuyue's three moves and Ji Qingyi's seven moves. Although he failed to be among the Ten Tibulation Kings of that era, he also shocked Xihai.

Although the old mermaid king has not yet abdicated, all the affairs of the mermaid clan are under the control of Hai Lanying. It can be said that she is the next queen of the mermaid clan.

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

"Wu Jianglang is doing things, why do you need to explain it to you!"

The majestic, solemn and murderous, full of iron blood, like the divine thunder of the Nine Heavens, stirred the void. The pair of silver eyes did not have any emotion, but only cold and ruthless, like the emperor who dominated the world.

The sea and the sky are vast!

You are finally here, I have been waiting for thirty-seven years!

I have been insulting my Wuji Dao Sect for seven days, and I will bully you the Hai clan for a lifetime.

"Brother Jiang Lang, why do you have to do this? If it was for the matter back then, it would be better to attack my world. Why should you implicate the innocent?"

"There are faults, and the debts are the masters!"

"You have made it clear. If the Yaksha tribe really sins to the point of extermination, then I will never stop it and let you destroy the tribe."

"But if they do not die until they are guilty, then Brother Jiang will do this today, Hai Tiankuo, I will ask you for justice."

Hai Tiankuo stepped out and his figure descended to the opposite side of Jiang Lang. The deep eyes were filled with an extremely cold aura, but he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He had seen Jiang Lang kill the Pharaoh with his own hands and slash the demon skin with his sword. And he was still severely injured and his realm fell. It is conceivable that if he was at his peak, no one in the West Sea could fight him.

Needless to say, it must have been the thing back then. It was indeed what I did, but it has come to this point...

I'm afraid it's impossible to be good.

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

"Haitiankuo, do you still remember the agreement that year!"

Melodious, melodious sound of the piano resounded through the void, Jiang Lang's five fingers fell down the strings of the piano, and his heroic face showed a hint of calmness and indifference...
Chapter completed!