In the sky above Sanxian City, Wan Qingyuan was surrounded by eighteen masters of Tianmen.
The eighteen masters are all high-level Loose Immortals, among whom the weakest are Nine Tribulations Loose Immortals, and there are three Eleven Tribulations Loose Immortals. Such a terrifying lineup can completely sweep through all the major sects in the Western Region.
Only Tianmen, the dominant sect in the Western Region, can mobilize such a terrifying lineup.
In Sanxian City, countless cultivators were all surprised and shocked by Tianmen's grand gesture this time.
Standing proudly in the void, Wan Qingyuan glanced at the surrounding Tianmen masters, with a solemn look in his eyes, and said with some self-deprecation: "I can let Tianmen show such strength, and I will die without regrets. However, even if I die, I will have to support someone."
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Wan Qingyuan's gown rustled in the wind, and his eyes were extremely sharp.
The dignified Eleven Tribulation Loose Immortal, the pinnacle master of the world of cultivation, even when faced with a desperate situation, his aura of master has not dissipated.
"Well done, you are worthy of being one of the top ten immortals in my casual cultivation domain."
"Okay, a top-notch Sanxian should have such momentum."
"Even if you die, you will be glorious; even if you lose, you will still win!"
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Countless cultivators were all admired by Wan Qingyuan's magnanimity and praised him endlessly. Some young and energetic people even ridiculed the Tianmen master.
When the eighteen Tianmen masters saw this, their faces were gloomy and a little ugly.
"Shut up, if you keep talking louder, I will kill you all." A Tianmen master couldn't help but shouted angrily at a group of casual cultivators below.
The cultivators in the city suddenly did not dare to speak, and the fierce power of Tianmen was clearly revealed.
Jun Nitian sneered when he saw this, this Tianmen is really overbearing.
"Your opponent is me, why are you yelling at them?" Wan Qingyuan shouted coldly. He was really afraid that the Tianmen masters would attack the casual cultivators in Sanxian City, which would really result in a river of blood.
Tianmen Dimen has always been very domineering in the Western Region, and bullying the weak is a common thing, otherwise the casual cultivators would not openly support Wan Qingyuan.
"It's just a bunch of ants. I can kill them if I want, but before that I have to kill you, an old man." A Tianmen master said disdainfully.
The group of casual cultivators below heard this and stared angrily.
"Well said, an ant is an ant, and you, the Eleventh Tribulation Loose Immortal, are also an ant in my Tianmen's eyes. I will send you down today to see that dead brother." Another Tianmen master also mocked.
Eighteen Tianmen masters slowly approached, all of them imposing.
Wan Qingyuan looked around, his face solemn, his eyes filled with fierce gazes.
"Ants? In the eyes of some people, you are also ants," Wan Qingyuan mocked.
Even if I die, I still have someone to support me.
At this moment, Wan Qingyuan is a ferocious wolf at the end of his rope, waiting for the last moment to explode.
Tianmen masters also confirmed that they did not take action immediately because they were afraid that Wan Qingyuan would fight to the death. They wanted to use their momentum to overwhelm Wan Qingyuan in order to reduce losses.
"Brother Wan said it well. In my eyes, they are just a few ants."
A loud voice came out from the crowd, and a young man dressed in black came out of the air. This man's black robes were flying in the wind, and his long black hair was still floating, giving him an evil aura.
This person is Jun Nitian, who finally showed up at this moment.
"Um?"
Suddenly hearing the sound of "Brother Wan", Wan Qingyuan's whole body trembled. Then he saw a familiar figure walking out of the crowd. Wan Qingyuan couldn't help but his eyes turned red, and he laughed loudly: "
Hahaha, okay! I knew my brother wouldn’t die that easily, and it’s true.”
Watching Six Paths approaching, Wan Qingyuan's face was filled with joy.
In the distance, the eighteen Tianmen masters were also shocked.
"Impossible, how could you come out alive after entering the Tomb of the Demon Ancestor?" A Tianmen master said in disbelief.
In the Western Region, everyone knows how terrifying the Tomb of the Demon Ancestor is, and anyone who enters it will definitely die. So far, no accidents have happened. But Jun Nitian came out alive, which made many Tianmen masters unable to believe it.
"Because the old man, the Demon Ancestor, felt uncomfortable knowing that you trashes were alive, so he asked me to come out and destroy you trashes." Jun Nitian said disdainfully, ants! Ants! These people are just ants in his eyes at this moment.
"Humph, so what if you come out, if the Demon Ancestor doesn't kill you, I will destroy you today." A Tianmen master snorted coldly, and he flashed forward. In the void, a sword flashed past at an amazing speed.
Extremely fast.
"Be careful!" Wan Qingyuan shouted violently when he saw this, but it was too late to stop him.
Jun Nitian turned his eyes, sneered, and a long blood-colored knife appeared in his hand, blocking it to the right.
Clang!
There was a cracking sound, and a flying sword shuttled through the void. It was struck by the bloodthirsty knife and shattered into pieces.
"Impossible!" The Tianmen master who attacked had a face full of disbelief. In his memory, Jun Nitian didn't seem to have such high strength. How could he destroy his flying sword with one blow and inflict heavy injuries on him?
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"It's impossible, today is your death anniversary."
The same arrogant words came from Jun Nitian's mouth this time.
The light of the bloodthirsty sword surged. Jun Nitian turned around and slashed straight with the sword. The momentum was like a rainbow, and the sword light that was dozens of feet long shot out. The terrifying energy contained in it roared away with majestic momentum.
Kill with one sword, blood spilled in the sky!
The man's head flew up. Because the speed was too fast, he didn't die immediately. He even saw his own headless body. His face was full of fear. He wanted to scream but couldn't.
This scene was so horrifying that it shocked everyone.
"It's just an ant." Jun Nitian held the blood-colored sword horizontally and stood in the air. A wisp of blood left along the blade. The entire blade was spotless in an instant. Under the sunlight, it exuded a frightening light.
The remaining seventeen Tianmen masters were all shocked by Jun Nitian's momentum at this moment.
"Okay... okay... my brother's cultivation has reached such a high level. I'm not as good as me." Wan Qingyuan cried with joy. He just thought that Jun Nitian would be killed, but he didn't expect that Jun Nitian would win a great victory, and his strength would be far greater.
It was beyond his expectation and even beyond his comprehension.
"Brother Wan will rest first, and after I kill these ants, I can have a drink with him."
Jun Nitian laughed loudly, rose up, held a bloodthirsty knife, and killed the seventeen Tianmen masters.
The sword strike just now showed the remaining Tianmen masters how powerful Jun Nitian was, and they immediately formed a large formation and joined forces to fight against Jun Nitian.
"First style!"
"Tianyi Killing Formation!"
Jun Nitian turned over and slashed with his sword, performing the first move of the Nine Stages of Mad Demon. To deal with these ants, the first move was enough.
Seventeen Tianmen masters formed a killing formation. It was Tianmen's famous killing formation and was well known to everyone in the Western Region. Even Wan Qingyuan in the distance was worried about Jun Nitian.
However, Wan Qingyuan's worries are obviously unnecessary.
The sword went straight down, and the terrifying light of the sword directly split their killing formation, and the aftermath killed five Tianmen masters.
The remaining twelve Tianmen all stood out in shock. Jun Nitian's strength completely frightened them. The two sides were not on the same level at all.