Chapter 2006 Beheaded and killed, not a single one left!
Ordinary monks, due to their qualifications, will encounter bottlenecks when they reach the stage of spiritual transformation. They may not be able to break through a small realm throughout their lives.
Even if you are an extremely talented person, if everything goes smoothly, if you want to become a true immortal who can overcome the tribulation, you will need nearly a thousand years of hard training.
However, becoming a true immortal does not mean that everything will be fine, but a new beginning. Every tribulation is a test of life and death.
Many true immortals did not die on the battlefield or in the hands of the enemy, but died under the thunder and punishment of heavenly tribulation.
Although the population of the ruins is sparse, there are tens of millions of monks, among whom only a few hundred have become true immortals.
But now, there are hundreds of true immortals gathered in this Dragon Burial Valley, all the elders of the nine ancient sects.
The high-end combat power of the nine ancient sects was almost mobilized and gathered here.
With such a luxurious lineup, together they can compete with Daxia Dynasty and Yunhai Xianmen.
Now, it is to deal with Ye Fan alone!
The balance of victory completely tilted towards the side of the Nine Ancient Sects.
"Boom boom boom boom!!!"
These true immortals who were summoned did not restrain their momentum at all, and they all burst out, like flash floods, tsunamis, and avalanches, instantly covering the entire Dragon Burial Valley.
This terrifying breath stirred up an extremely terrifying hurricane, which seemed to be able to lift thousands of mountains.
Every true immortal is different.
Someone is surrounded by lightning and thunderbolts, every hair is beating with thunder, and his fingertips are wrapped with dazzling electric light. He is obviously a strong person who is good at thunder. He can summon the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder with just a thought.
Some people were bathed in divine fire, with seven-colored flames igniting in their eyes. The flames were surging, and the scorching temperature melted the earth under their feet, making people afraid to come close.
There were more than a dozen flying swords hovering around someone. They were extremely agile. They were all heaven-level magic weapons. They had a cold light and a strong evil aura.
Someone was holding a blood-colored spear. The spear was covered with mottled blood stains, and the tip of the spear shone with a cold and sharp light. It was unknown how many strong men had been killed, and it looked like a fierce soldier of the Nine Nether Demon God.
There is an old monk holding a golden pestle to cast down demons. The treasure is dignified, majestic and sacred, just like the invincible Vajra of Buddhism, which wants to sweep away thousands of evil spirits in the world.
There is a woman holding a Yao Qin, and the strings of the Qin are shining with golden light, as if the sound of the Qin can shake the sky.
…
Any one of these hundreds of true immortals would be a well-known figure, and they would have made a great name in the ruins.
Many of them have survived several heavenly tribulations and thunder punishments. Although they are not as good as the master-level experts, the difference is not too far away.
In the past thousand years, this is the first time that so many powerful people have gathered in the entire ruins!
Ye Fan can be proud of being treated like this.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
For a time, hundreds of eyes in the field were all focused on Ye Fan, which contained the supreme will of all true immortals.
If it were another monk, his legs would have been weak from fear.
Seeing such a huge battle, Han Xiao, who fell on the execution platform, used up his last bit of strength and shouted to the sky: "Ye Fan, run away! Leave me alone... Run away quickly, maybe there is a glimmer of hope!"
!”
Han Xiao's voice was hoarse and shrill, like a cuckoo crying for blood, almost screaming out his soul.
Because of his pride, he doesn't want others to rescue him!
However, when he really saw Ye Fan coming, he was still greatly moved, and the corners of his eyes even became a little moist.
But he couldn't accept that he would implicate Mark because of himself!
"escape?"
Hearing this, Wuliang Sword Lord sneered: "Haha... don't struggle fearlessly! Surrounded by so many of us, even the True Immortal Qingming may fall! No matter how evil this kid is,
No matter how defiant he is, he is still just a monk at the stage of becoming a god. He has not even survived the catastrophe. Even if he has ten lives, it is not enough to die!"
Several other sect leaders also nodded and looked at Mark as if they were looking at a corpse.
In their opinion, although Ye Fan possesses countless killer weapons, the mysterious Shimen Life Soul he just sacrificed is even more shocking.
However, under the suppression of the number of people, hundreds of true immortals took action at the same time, and all kinds of magical powers were like bombs, which could drown Ye Fan in an instant.
At this time, Ye Fan's eyes were sharp, he looked at the real immortals around him, and slowly said: "You have really planned for this battle today, and you think highly of me!"
Having said this, Ye Fan paused, puffed out his chest, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and his aura completely changed.
"boom!"
An aura of looking down on the world and arrogant among the heroes spread out with his body as the center.
The power of just one person is evenly matched by the aura of so many powerful people present, not inferior.
At this moment, Ye Fan seemed to be transformed into a supreme king, domineering and dominating the world.
"Hmph... I, Ye Fan's life, is right here. If you have the ability, come and get it!"
"The sky is proof, if I don't die today, I will level your mountain gates and destroy your Taoism!"