Chapter 385: Kill the Half-step Great Realm

Chapter 385: Kill the Half-step Great Realm

Xia Meng and Xia Jun are humans!

Haotian didn't see it until this time, and punched out, but it was too late, Bei Mingkong's speed was too fast.

"Little Miss!"

Wang Po ignored the powerful soul **** clan in front of her and allowed him to stamp her chest with a ruthless palm. She pinched a strange seal, and endless sword lights enveloped her.

"die!"

The blood was swollen, and the blue sword glow filled the entire Beiming family. The people of the Beiming family were instantly stabbed into hedgehogs, and some were directly cut into pieces by the sword glow.

"Want to surround Wei to save Zhao? Die!"

The person from the Soul God clan smiled coldly. If Wang Po hadn't been injured, he wouldn't be able to beat him at his peak, but now.

He could feel the serious injury on Wang Po's body. In order to save Xia Meng, she actually used her bloodline power to seek death!

The soul **** clan moved and squeezed a soul tactic.

Night falls.

The boundless black filled the entire space, covering everyone, and even including the entire Exiled Immortal City.

That look, as if a layer of curtain had been put on the outside of the Exiled Immortal City.

Inside the Exiled Immortal City, the space began to fold and twist, although it was very slight, but seeing this scene, Wang Po's face changed instantly.

Not only him, the moment Haotian saw this scene, his eyes widened, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

The person from the Soul God clan used this move very painfully, but he was just holding on, but after seeing the faces of Wang Po, Haotian and others, he instantly felt that everything was worth it.

"Old man, this..."

The strong human race felt as if the whole person was being pulled into the underworld, and their souls were about to be forcibly pulled out.

Haotian looked at the person with fear, and whispered: "This person doesn't know what method he used, he has already touched the space barrier, I am not his opponent, I will tear a hole in a while, you all take the opportunity to escape!"

"I don't want the territory anymore. I will try my best to return to the Martial Immortal Territory. I am afraid that only Mr. Zhang can bless you!"

When the human race powerhouse heard Haotian's voice transmission, his face changed at that time.

The human race and the ten thousand races have fought for so many years, they have experienced all kinds of cruel scenes, and they have even experienced the disaster of genocide several times, but they have never heard Haotian say such pessimistic words.

But they heard it today, but they knew that this was not the time for hesitation, so they nodded to Haotian, and then told the powerhouses of all races through voice transmission.

Everyone looked at Haotian with complicated expressions. Their safety was with Haotian. They were not worried. What they were worried about was whether Haotian could escape.

If something happened to Haotian, the soul bones of the human race would be gone.

The soul **** clan who occupied Xia Jun's body locked Po Wang and Haotian, with a small word 'slave' looming between his eyebrows.

Everyone knows that this should be a slave seal set by a strong man. This seal seems to be extremely domineering and can be preserved forever. Even if this person seizes the house, he will follow his soul into another body.

"It really is the Fang family's method! Vicious!"

Wang Po gritted her teeth and roared, her eyes were full of unwillingness. She was afraid that she would not be able to complete the task that the young lady gave her.

‘Xia Jun’ looked at it coldly, looking down at the common people and everything.

Bei Mingkong grabbed Xia Meng's wrist with a sneer in his eyes.

"run!"

Wang Po tried her best, but she could only shout out this word.

Bei Mingkong sneered, run?

How can a little Immortal Venerable run in front of him, the powerhouse of the half-step avenue master?

Immortal Venerable, Immortal King, Void Realm, Lord of the Dao.

There are three realms between them, and nothing can make up for it.

Xia Meng panicked, what should I do?

In the panic, she saw her storage ring, and suddenly thought, can Zhang Xuan's calligraphy and painting deal with these people?

Thinking about it in my heart, I couldn't help but add a word in my hand.

Seeing the words in his hand, Xia Meng smiled wryly, thinking of it as seeing things and thinking about people.

Zhang Xuan, how are you?

Thinking in her heart, she urges energy to be instilled in the calligraphy and painting.

Inspired by the power, a terrifying power surged out instantly.

As soon as he grabbed Xia Meng's wrist, Bei Mingkong's face changed, and a pair of eyes almost popped out.

He only felt a violent and suffocating momentum suddenly blooming, and he had no power to fight back at all, and was directly blasted out.

The calligraphy and painting floated autonomously in the void, hovering above Xia Meng's head, forming a layer of energy that enveloped her.

A bang.

A beam of light shot straight into the sky, tearing the curtain in an instant.

At this moment, everyone seemed to have an illusion, they seemed to see a giant appearing in front of them.

The giant's body released the breath of ancient times, standing beside Xia Meng, looking at Xia Meng's eyes full of love.

"Is this... Zhang Xuan?"

Although Haotian and others had never met Zhang Xuan, they actually believed that this giant phantom was Zhang Xuan at first glance.

It's a very strange feeling.

It was as if it was branded deep into their souls.

The calligraphy and painting unfold, and it is a word for 'love'.

A momentum suddenly spread across hundreds of millions of miles, shrouding the entire human immortal clan, and the invincible power made the entire human immortal clan tremble.

At the moment when the word love appeared, the sea of ​​​​clouds suddenly transpired, the void was collapsing, the bright rays of light showed signs of collapsing, and the immortal race seemed to have entered the doomsday.

The strong man of the Soul God clan flashed a look of horror in his eyes at this moment.

It was difficult for him to stand in the void, and a force suppressed him, as if a finger was pressing him down.

Suppressed by this force, his face changed drastically and he fell rapidly.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Xia Jun fell softly to the ground, and everyone clearly saw a soul body being pushed into the depths of the ground.

Bei Mingkong was even worse. He was blown away by this force, and didn't stop until he hit a mountain. He felt that his internal organs were displaced, the qi and blood in his stomach surged, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He looked at the word in the void, and the whole person was stunned and stunned!

how can that be?

The way of calligraphy and painting is enough, how could it be so strong?

In the heavens and the world, it is not that no one cultivates this way, but many people use this way to make up for the emptiness of the Dao, or to make up the numbers.

But no one will regard these two paths as the major avenues, but in front of...

"Boom!"

Just when he was horrified, that force enveloped him.

"Forgive me!"

Bei Mingkong only had time to say these words, and the whole person exploded.

In the void, an avenue collapsed and rained blood.

A generation of half-step Daoist powerhouses just perished.

At this moment, the power of that word has not yet collapsed.

All the creatures of the Immortal Race couldn't help shaking, and finally knelt down.

This power, they simply can not resist.