Invincibility begins with crushing the Son of Destiny

Qingcheng's fingers suddenly clenched together
In an instant, the breath of the whole person is flying, the body is tall and straight, and the black hair is dancing wildly, like an overlord descending on the world!
Qingcheng snorted coldly, the void vibrated endlessly, and there was a faint tendency to collapse.

"No! It's not void, it's a formation!"

"The Divine Breaking Sword Sect is surrounded by the ultimate Dao Rank Formation!"

"The useless juniors of the Divine Broken Sword Sect have no idea that someone has set up a formation at the door of their house! My Divine Broken Sword Sect will be destroyed!"

The Twelve Patriarch complained endlessly, his eyes full of contempt for Ye Liuyun.

The corners of Ye Liuyun's mouth twitched.

Does that mean it's my fault?
You old bastards have been born for so long, haven't you noticed it?
Qingsan smiled.

Although these formations are Dao rank formations, the mystery of the formations is beyond comparison even for most saint ranks, even if he does not look carefully, it is difficult to discover.

Qingsan looked at Qingcheng with a smile.

Unexpectedly, there are so many miracles in this young man, he is worthy of the most monstrous appearance!
The vast and majestic Sanskrit sounds are constantly flowing, as if a god descended from the sky!

The countless formations covering the Divine Breaking Sword Sect suddenly shattered!
The scene hidden behind the phantom array also appeared in front of the world!

The Twelve Patriarch's eyes widened, and he couldn't hide his shock!
After the phantom array, there were millions of soldiers!

The strong man from the white gate let out a gasp!
because they saw...

Nine Imperial Guards!

Each imperial army has tens of thousands of people!

Lead hundreds of thousands of dragon troops to stand ready!
You must know that in the bloody battle they experienced just now, they have already experienced the baptism of the imperial army!

It is rumored that there are nine forbidden troops in Qingyu, each of which is in the tens of thousands, and one forbidden army can resist a million monks!
But based on what they saw today, it was far more than a thousand!
At least tens of thousands!Even 10,000+!
"More than that, today those demonic sects seem to have gone crazy, and even joined forces with the Qing clan to attack and kill our sects!"

"The rest of the sects seem to have surrendered to the Qing Clan, and under the drive of the Qing Clan, they forcibly shook my sect guard!"

"Everyone said that the hundred upper cities had two hearts towards the Qing people, and my sect was suppressed and destroyed by the three upper cities!"

"The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan also meddled with the Qing Clan's affairs for the first time. Under the attack of internal and external attacks, my majestic hundred-strong sect didn't even survive a stick of incense!"

After careful calculation by everyone, they discovered to their horror that not only did the Qing Clan not decline, but their background was surprisingly terrifying!
Only then did they realize that in front of the Qing Clan, they were nothing more than gnats shaking trees!
Under the fear, some people even speculated that each of the nine imperial guards has hundreds of thousands!
When the Twelve Patriarchs saw that the former Nine Guards of the Qing Clan had grown to such an extent, they all retreated in their hearts. Beads of sweat ran down their cheeks, and someone murmured in horror: Or shall we surrender?"

The leader ancestor said coldly: "This aura scares you? Millions? Tens of millions? A bunch of mobs! They are bullshit in front of absolute strength!"

The leading ancestor looked at the people who had been planted with blood pacts: "A thousand people in Nirvana, ten in heaven, still not confident? Wait until we kill the green pheasant, aren't these mobs just at our disposal?"

Just as the Twelve Patriarchs were planning, a voice pierced the sky.

Bring the hope derived from God's Broken Sword.

"The five upper cities, bring the strong to help Sect Master Ye!"

Ye Liuyun was overjoyed, with a bright smile on his face, as if spring was coming.

Seeing this, the Twelve Patriarchs lifted the taboo on Ye Liuyun.

He whispered: "If you help the God's Broken Sword faction turn defeat into victory, we will not only help you reshape your physical body, but also make you the No. 13 ancestor of the God's Broken Sword faction."

Ye Liuyun was grinning on the surface, but in his heart he was abusive.

It's time to step on the horse, and you still treat me as a fool?

But Ye Liuyun activated the Divine Breaking Sword Sect's great formation, and protected the powerhouses of the five upper cities into the Divine Breaking Sword Sect.

Seeing this, the Twelve Patriarchs laughed wildly!

"In a few days, Wang Yu will be owned by my God's Broken Sword Sect!"

"Fight with me! Fight your way! The dynasty of the Divine Broken Sword Sect is coming!"

"Kill one person to receive a reward, ten people to pay homage to the general, and a hundred people to be named marquises!"

The twelve ancestors charged forward!

Surround the green pheasants, and if you want to capture the thief, capture the king first!
But what they don't know is that the members of the Qing Clan are all kings!
The third master Qing is here, will there be fewer people of Qinglu's generation?
Qingcheng sacrificed a long-prepared formation.

Prisoner Array!
No product array!

Under the sky, the gods don't know!
Everything that happens within this formation will not be known to the outside world!

This is the formation created by Qingcheng and Qingsan!
Even if Qingsan has walked the formation for thousands of years, he couldn't bear to exclaim that this formation is something beyond this world!

After the world was cut off, the Qing people behind Qingcheng took off their caps and gowns.

This time, the Qing Clan sent ten Heaven Realm powerhouses and a hundred half-step Heaven Realm experts!

The purpose is to wipe out the rebellious God's Broken Sword faction and others in one fell swoop!

"Thank you, seniors."

Everyone looked at each other and smiled.

"Decree, Lord Patriarch."

As everyone joined the battlefield, Third Master Qing made a hand-painted formation.

It turned out that the members of the Shenduanjian faction who were holding the winning ticket suddenly suffered casualties!
There was not even a moment of parity.

The whole situation was directly overturned by the Qing clan!

Ye Liuyun was helpless, and wanted to use the disciples of the Hundred Thousand Gods Breaking Sword Sect to start the Blood Pact Formation and complete the desperate fight!
But when the hundred thousand disciples appeared, Ye Liuyun was dumbfounded.

One hundred thousand disciples are all wearing blue cloaks, with blood staining the word Zhanshen!
Slash God Pavilion!
One hundred thousand disciples turned out to be the ones who killed God Pavilion!

Under Shi Ling's leadership, these people successfully joined the Qing clan's camp.

Ye Liuyun's heart was ashamed!
He didn't expect that the hole cards he was proud of had already been destroyed by Qingcheng!

Ye Liuyun fell into endless regret.

Regret for not surrendering to the Qing Clan at the beginning.

Recall all kinds.

Only then did he realize that the Shenduanjian faction had already fallen into Qingcheng's schemes from the beginning of Sanctuary's prevarication.

Somewhere in the corner of the battlefield.

During the chaotic battle, countless strong men surrounded Lin Wanmiao.

The surrounding ground is filled with the corpses of the two camps.

Just now, Duan Lingchu led the Liuli League to attack and kill the soldiers of the Qing tribe. Due to the disparity in strength, Duan Lingchu wiped out a team of the Qing tribe.

The members of the Shenduanjian sect, who thought they were allies rushing to help, were all killed by Duan Lingchu before they had time to express their friendship.

Duan Lingchu forcefully grabbed Lin Wanmiao's hand.

"Wanmiao, I have been waiting for you for more than ten years, and I just ask you, will you come with me!"

Lin Wanmiao struggled to break free from Duan Lingchu's hand.

Although Lin Wanmiao was weak, she was not afraid of Duan Lingchu at all.

Lin Wanmiao said coldly: "I'm sorry, I don't like people younger than me, especially you. I never liked you from the beginning to the end. I used to treat you as a younger brother."

Duan Lingchu was so angry that he almost gritted his teeth: "What about Qingcheng! Isn't he also younger than you!"

Lin Wanmiao sneered, and looked at Duan Lingchu with contemptuous eyes: "Are you worthy of being compared with my husband? You are also worthy of mentioning the name of the young master?"

"By the way, the Liuli League has been taken by me, and now only the Elder Hall is left in the Liuli League, which is on the way to Yunlai City."

"By the way, Yunlai City is already in the pocket of my Qing Clan. You are already homeless. You should take my dead body back today!"

Lin Wanmiao drew her sword suddenly, pointing at Duan Lingchu!