At the edge of Wuwu Sea, a majestic man wearing a purple gold robe and showing his dignity stepped out.
Behind him, demonic energy rolled, forming a vision of purgatory Shura. A bloody sun hung high, thousands of demonic soldiers roared, and a demonic dragon soared into the clouds and mist, beginning to show its ferocity.
Ever since the changes occurred on Wuwanghai, many large families in the Northern Cold Land have sent strong men to stay here for a long time.
From ancient times to the present, Wuwu Sea has been a forbidden area of death. Immortal kings once fought here, leaving many traces and imprints of magical attacks.
Although there are many dangers here, and you will die if you are not careful, there are still many martial arts experts who are dedicated to martial arts. They will venture into the Wuwu Sea to understand the traces and imprints of magical attacks, so as to improve their martial arts practice. .
Wangtian City is located near the Wuwang Sea. When this man with a terrifying demonic aura appeared, many martial arts experts sitting in the city were alarmed.
The man put his hands behind his back and looked at the city in the distance, expressionless, as if muttering to himself: "Eighty million years have passed, and in a blink of an eye, the world that used to be a barbarian scene has now been born. Martial arts civilization."
His aura was very strong, without any cover, and he walked up to the city gate. The vast coercion that filled his body made everyone in the city tremble with fear.
The guards in front of the city gate are two warriors in the Martial Emperor realm, who can establish a sect in the Jiuyang world and dominate a small place.
The man just looked at him, and the faces of the two Martial Emperor realm experts suddenly turned pale, as if there was a big mountain pressing on their backs, causing their knees to bend, and with a plop, they knelt in front of the man. .
The man smiled softly, walked over, and placed his palm on the skull of one of them, and a ball of black evil energy poured into the person's body.
What he used was the secret technique of searching for souls, and he saw that the face of the strong man with Martial Emperor level became twisted and ferocious. After a moment, his eyes turned white, and he fell limply to the ground, making no sound anymore.
"Oh? That old monster Mu Long is not dead. The soul-eating beads are indeed extraordinary and brought him back to life."
The man learned some clues from the memory of the powerful Martial Emperor, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Who are you to kill people randomly here?"
In Wangtian City, an angry shout came, and two old men flew out of the city, staring at the man with stern eyes.
"Even if I kill someone, what can you do?" The man smiled lightly and didn't take it seriously.
These two old men were both strong in the Martial Realm. One was born in Danxian Tower and the other was born in Beihan Martial Holy Mountain. Seeing that this man killed someone and acted like a matter of course, his face suddenly showed anger.
"Even though you have strong cultivation and are a strong man who has become an immortal through cultivation, you still kill innocent people indiscriminately. Do you really think that no one in the Northern Cold Land can suppress you?"
Although the two old men were angry, they were also very wary of this man and felt the aura of immortal power in him.
What they said is correct. Whether it is the Danxian Tower or the Martial Saint Mountain, there are immortal-level experts stationed there. Ordinary people in the immortal realm will be suppressed and captured if they act recklessly in the Northern Cold Land.
"Haha, this is the first time in countless years that someone dares to be so arrogant in front of me."
The man laughed dumbly. He said that others were arrogant, but he didn't feel at all that what he did was truly arrogant to the extreme.
But he can be so arrogant because he is strong enough.
He didn't make any move, he just raised his head and looked at one of the two old men, his eyes flickered with a strange evil light.
"ah!"
The old man from the Alchemy Tower let out a scream on the spot, and then his body fell from the air with a thud. His eyes were rounded, and he fell to the ground, motionless, without knowing how he died.
"Oh my god, what's going on?"
"That's a strong man in the Martial Master Realm of the Danxian Tower. He actually died after being looked at by that person?"
Everyone in the city couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise when they saw this scene. They didn't know why, they were frightened, and they didn't know why this happened.
"you……"
Another elder of Wu Sheng Mountain was furious and suppressed his impulse. He knew very well that he could not compete with the fairyland with his own strength, so he made a magic trick to convey the news here to the Holy Mountain.
But at this moment, the man suddenly looked at him again, his eyes flashing with blood.
Bang!
The old man from Wu Sheng Mountain also showed no reaction. His body exploded with a bang and turned into powder.
"My cultivation level is not high, but my tone is quite loud."
The man didn't take it seriously and walked into the city.
"Who are you? Do you want to be the enemy of our Wusheng Mountain?" Another old man appeared in the city, but he did not dare to step forward, for fear of ending up like the previous two people.
He is a semi-immortal who has survived the fourth level of heavenly calamity. Although his body looks skinny, his eyes are full of energy and sparkle with a bright light.
"Huh? People in the semi-immortal realm should know more things, right?" The man looked at the old man and smiled suddenly.
This old man is a half-immortal. Although he is not as good as a real immortal, he is not far behind him. He also practices the Immortal Art of the Holy Land. When he saw that this man did not take him seriously, his expression suddenly changed.
Then it sank.
"My ancestor from the Immortal Realm of Wusheng Mountain has received the news and will be here soon. Let's see how arrogant you are then." The old man said angrily.
"It's just a fairyland, nothing worth mentioning."
A trace of disdain flashed across the man's face, and he immediately reached out and grabbed the half-immortal.
The old man was frightened and retreated quickly, but the opponent's palm was as big as the sky, sealing the void. No matter how fast he retreated, he could never escape from the opponent's palm.
"ah!……"
In an instant, the old man's head was held down, and a scream of fear came from his mouth. The fairy spirit was stirred, and the memories in the sea of consciousness were continuously extracted.
A moment later, following the two strong warriors at the Martial Realm, another half-immortal turned into powder. Everyone in Wangtian City was completely frightened. They could hear a needle drop and did not even dare to make a sound when they gasped.
The man in the purple-gold robe was like a fierce god, acting unscrupulously and being terrifyingly powerful.
From the memory of the half-fairyland old man, the man got the information he wanted, and his figure disappeared silently.
Even after a long time passed, many warriors in the city were still in deathly silence. Everyone looked at each other and had no idea what was going on.
"Two martial masters and one half-immortal have been killed. I'm afraid there will be another bloody storm."
"The weather is going to change in Beihan. Why do I always have a bad premonition?"
After a while, the news reached Wu Sheng Mountain, and several of the Immortal Land Ancestors were furious. They immediately wanted to leave and kill those who dared to challenge the majesty of the Holy Land.
But at this moment, Wu Sheng Mountain was in chaos. The man in purple and gold robe appeared uninvited near Wu Sheng Mountain.
"The person who killed me, Wu Shengshan, still dares to come here to provoke me. You simply don't know how to live or die. Let me see how good you are!"
The face of an ancestor in the Immortal Realm was as sinking as water. A magical power crossed the barrier of space and tore the void. His palm was as big as covering the sky.
This palm has a purple-gold divine light flashing, and the cultivation is the Purple-gold Body Technique. The power of the physical body is comparable to that of an immortal weapon. The purple light gathers between the palms and fingers, turning into a scorching sun, and the purple-gold fairy fire hits the sky and the earth.
"Little tricks."
The man in the purple-gold robe shook his head in disdain. The purple-gold fairy fire surged towards him, but the moment it approached his body, it was instantly annihilated and disappeared without a trace.
He seems to have developed magical powers that are invulnerable to all attacks, and all attacks will be ineffective against him.
"The Zijin Hegemon Body Technique is a unique skill in the Honglu world. It seems that the martial arts civilization inheritance in this Jiuyang world should be left behind by those who died here 80 million years ago." The man said to himself.
said.
"boom!"
At this moment, several ancestors from the Human Immortal Realm in Wusheng Mountain took action together, using various Taoist magical powers. The brilliance was stunning, and the attacks were like a meteor shower, overwhelming.
However, all attacks still collapsed and annihilated silently. The man was invulnerable and climbed the holy mountain as if he was strolling in a garden.
"Who are you?"
At this moment, the immortals in Wusheng Mountain were finally moved. They were all shocked by the terrifying strength displayed by this person, and they retreated continuously, their expressions changing with shock.
The man glanced at these powerful men in the fairyland. The rolling demon sea behind him suddenly surged, erupting into a huge black wave, and rushed towards them ferociously.
boom!
A large expanse of void was shattered and annihilated. The seven or eight powerful men who had reached the human immortal realm, their immortal immortal bodies and immortal spirits were all turned into powder in the black waves. Their bodies died, their spirits disappeared, and they disappeared into smoke.
Countless disciples of Wusheng Mountain were dumbfounded. They were all ancestors of the Immortal Realm. Where did this guy in purple and gold robes come from? He actually killed immortals like dogs. What kind of realm should he be?
I'm afraid even a strong person in the Celestial Realm can't achieve such strength, right?
"Oh my god, he is immune to all attacks and kills immortals with just a single movement of his hands. Who is this person?"
"We, Wusheng Mountain, have encountered a catastrophe. If such a god comes in, I'm afraid that the inheritance of the Holy Land will be removed from heaven and earth."
Everyone in Wusheng Mountain felt really cold from head to toe, with goosebumps all over their bodies and scalp numbness.
"Buzz!..."
A gap opened in the void, and a burly old man stepped out.
This old man is clearly Tuoba Wentai, the only remaining immortal in Wusheng Mountain. He has survived for more than 30 million years and is one of the oldest powerful people in this world.
Wusheng Mountain encountered a great disaster, and several immortals died. Even though he was in retreat, he had to go out to meet the enemy.
He stared at the man who climbed onto the Holy Mountain with a solemn expression, and said with cupped hands: "Who are you, and why are you going on a killing spree at our Holy Mountain of Martial Arts?"
The man slowly raised his head, followed the sound, and said calmly: "Heavenly Immortal Realm? Although your strength is still a little inferior, with your cultivation in the Heavenly Immortal Realm, you are qualified to know my name."
"I, the devil, remember that you are a strong man who has cultivated to the heavenly realm. I will not kill you. I will give you a chance to surrender to me." The man said with a smile.
"Surrender?"
Tuoba Wentai looked astonished. He is a strong man who has become a heavenly immortal. In this world, there are only a handful of people who are stronger than him. In addition, as the controller of the inheritance of a holy land, he has his own
How can you surrender to others with pride and dignity?
The man frowned slightly, "Aren't you willing? I don't give people a chance easily, so you have to cherish it."
The man who called himself Motian was very serious about what he said, and it didn't look like he was joking at all when he made an immortal surrender to him willingly.