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The three Xiantang gods who had neutralized the strong attack turned around and saluted Ji Xia.
Ji Xia glanced sideways at them.
Suddenly pointing to King Jiexu in the distance, he asked, "Which of you would like to cut off his head and arrest his consciousness and remnant soul?"
The swordsman in white took a step forward and saluted Ji Xia again.
Ji Xia nodded slightly.
Under the snow-clothed swordsman's feet, another green lotus suddenly bloomed, supporting his body, and the sword in his hand turned into a ray of light, illuminating the world.
One after another melodious sword sound, sonorous, contains endless mystery.
The green lotus, the sound of the sword, the long sword, and the snow coat together built a magnificent scene. The sword intent soared into the sky, the three-foot long sword stood horizontally in the void, and endless lotus flowers bloomed on it, countless lotus leaves on countless green lotuses, They are all endless sword intent, which is awe-inspiring.
King Jiexu accepted the challenge, and the setting sun fell behind him, and the orb in his hand turned into a colossus, overwhelming everything.
"My divine method is called the Juesheng Sunset Divine Method, and it is the unique skill of my Juesheng clan!"
King Jiexu took a step back and stood on the setting sun. His body was extremely huge. He used his magical powers and collided with the Qinglian sword intent of the snow-clothed swordsman. The void roared and the power spread for three thousand miles!
His consciousness surged, and his tone was extremely dignified: "What is the name of your sword spirit? Who are you?"
The snow-clothed swordsman has a jade-like face and an unparalleled figure. As he walks in the void, endless green lotuses bloom, filling the sky with sword intent.
But he ignored King Jiexu's inquiry at all, his expression didn't even change, he treated King Jiexu as nothing, as if King Jiexu didn't deserve to know his supernatural powers, and didn't deserve to know his name.
The five ancestral spirits were forced back by the three Immortal Tang gods, and now after taking a short breath, they saw the snow-clothed swordsman fighting King Jiexu, so they wanted to take the opportunity to kill the other two gods, as well as the tall man sitting behind him. Ji Xia.
They finally understood that the enemy should not be underestimated, the enemy in front of them was extremely powerful.
The five ancestral spirits performed one after another divine techniques and mystical techniques together, and these magical techniques and mystical techniques were almost the pinnacle inheritance of the Juesheng Empire.
Now when it is displayed, the color of the world will change, and the void will turn white!
Faced with such an attack, Ji Xia did not change his face. He still sat high in the void, staring at the battlefield.
The man in green shirt who wrote the pen in Xiantang, and the general with the ax all took a step, and with one step, dozens of miles of territory were crossed by them.
The axe-wielding general hangs his axes high and falls, his blood glistens, his killing intent is overwhelming, and a reckless aura piercing the sky permeates.
He cut off a mysterious technique with two axes, looked at King Jiexu who was ups and downs in the Qinglian sword, and said with a smirk: "I want you to know that I am Cheng Yaojin, the devil king of the world, and I am invincible in all realms of the fairy and Tang Dynasties. Head up under my axe!
The swordsman holding the sword is Li Bai, the sword master of Qinglian in Xiantang. "
His laughter became louder and louder: "Under Li Bai Qinglian's sword song, at least 1 rebels like you died!"
The man in the green shirt who holds the pen stands quietly in the void, with his left hand behind his back, and the pen with his right hand depicts visions.
In his works, there are stars falling, thunder bombarding, and mist filling the void.
All this has become real.
Under the joint efforts of him and the Demon King of Hunshi, many mysterious magic techniques of the five supremely ascended ancestors were wiped out.
The ancestors of Shenyuan struggled in countless visions, ups and downs in the sky filled with killing intent!
Jiang Xianyue Zun, who was in Huang Zeng's altar of Emperor Ji Xia, trembled with excitement when he saw such a powerful human race expert.
With a trembling figure, he looked at the god-man who was writing, and asked, "I don't know the name of this existence."
"He is Wu Daozi, the painting saint Wu Daozi."
Next to Jiang Xian and Jiang Chu, Ji Xia's spiritual incarnation, who studies the restriction, spoke abruptly.
"Painting Saint"
Jiang Chu muttered to himself: "In the name of saints"
Click!
A soft sound.
Jiang Chu and Jiang Xian only felt their bodies lighten!
The restrictions that locked their spiritual mansions, altars, and secret treasures of the abyss turned into nothingness in an instant.
Such a mysterious restriction was lifted?
"The great ban on sealing secrets is the ban left by Emperor Juewu. It took him more than a month to set up the two bans, and after the bans were placed, he became much weaker."
Jiang Chu's pale face blushed, and he couldn't understand it.
"Why does the silver robe exist, and just dispatching two avatars of divine consciousness can unlock the restriction in a short period of time?"
Ji Xia's consciousness avatar interrupted the shocking thoughts of Jiang Xianyue's father and daughter, and one of the avatars disappeared.
Another said: "This Daoyuan Needle still needs your own efforts. If I take it rashly, I'm afraid it will hurt your brain and sea of consciousness."
Jiang Xian, Yuezun and Jiang Chu came to their senses immediately, they saluted Chao Ji Xia gratefully, and then sat cross-legged, using their power to force the Yuanyuan Needle out of their body.
In the next instant, Ji Xia's divine consciousness incarnation appeared on the fourth floor of the green pagoda, releasing all the restraints in the bodies of many altar monks.
He put down another bottle of dragon's blood qilian pill, and in the eyes of many altars who were at a loss, the incarnation of spiritual consciousness dissipated.
The battle in the void battlefield is still going on.
Yang Ren, who is holding a flying lightning gun, has a golden elixir in his eyes.
His figure flickered in the void, appeared a hundred miles away in the blink of an eye, and appeared in the blink of an eye again.
Around Yang Ren, two divine abysses fought him.
One is Juli, and the other is the horned Shenyuan monster.
The flying electricity in Yang Ren's hand is like a divine light, spreading wildly, and its power is comparable to divine magic.
His Golden Core God Eyes seem to be able to see through all attacks, and often he has seen the flaws before the supernatural powers arrive.
Cursed away curse patterns kept appearing, and the monsters from the abyss of gods turned into giants with a thousand feet, stirring up the situation, but Yang Ren couldn't do anything about it.
Yang Ren's face was always indifferent, and Yunxia whispered to him around his body.
Bai Qi also fought against the two Supreme Gods alone.
He included hundreds of miles around him into the vision of the ancient battlefield where millions of corpses lay buried.
Bai Qi turned into a general in armor, the sea of blood turned into soldiers holding spears, the tombstones were lifted, and many kings who had been beheaded by Bai Qi grew torsos and limbs, becoming his generals.