Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 9708 The passage to the fairyland
And behind this person, there are several minor saints and several true saints.

"It's you!"

There was deep anxiety in the eyes of the poet Du Fuzi: "You are not dead!"

"Hahahaha, how could I die, I am the Motian Elder of the Sun Moon God Sect!
Is it possible for me to die so easily? "

The visitor laughed wildly.

The Sun Moon God Sect fell apart ten thousand years ago.

Some people have been sealed like Nirvana Martial Saints and Bloodthirsty Martial Saints.

Some people secretly survived.

For example, this Elder Motian is like this.

One of the top powerhouses of the Sun Moon God Sect.

In the past, I didn't know what strength it was.

But now, what he has is the strength of the Great Sage.

Moreover, he has now created a sect called "Motianjiao".

But in his heart, he was still loyal to the Sun Moon God Sect.

"Mo Hai, you take someone to help Lord Qisha get out of the seal completely.

I'll deal with this old thing! "

Mo Tian said indifferently.

"Yes!"

Mohai, the deputy leader of Motian Sect.

The little saint existed perfectly, and led a group of true saints and virtual saints to the infinite sea of ​​trees.

And Motian killed Du Fuzi, the poet saint.

"The Sun Moon God Sect is indeed inherited from the twelve evil spirits.

But you are human.

You actually want to work for the Guixian Clan? "

The poet sage asked coldly while fighting Mo Tian.

"Hehe, how about the human race.

Among the human race, there are also despicable people.

I choose to seek refuge with the Fairy Clan.

Why not let them purify the world?

Everyone has their own way of life, right? "

Mo Tian sneered, and the attack became more and more powerful.

This person's strength is really terrifying.

Even Du Fuzi, the sage of poetry, is [-]-[-] against him.

On the other side, Mohai and the others have already entered the infinite tree sea.

Destroy the last remaining altar.

At that moment, a terrifying roar resounded from the sky.

Qisha is completely out of trouble.

I don't know how much the strength can reach tens of thousands of years ago.

But this guy's escape is not good news for the tree world or the ancestor dragon world.

boom!
Surging waves hit the shore, boulders shattered.

A huge figure soared into the sky.

With a height of [-] meters, it is frightening to look at.

"Hahaha, I'm free!
Lao Tzu is finally free! "

Qi Sha laughed loudly, no longer simply screaming, but excitedly.

Although the appearance of the Fairy Clan is a bit strange.

Mostly white hair with horns.

But there are some differences.

Everyone's horns are different.

The colors are different.

The shapes are different.

The quantity is also different.

Qisha is more like a divine cow standing up.

"Chu Renxiong!

You are here to seal us.

sacrificed his life.

What's the use.

We are not dead after all.

But you are dead.

I will surely make you regret it.

I will kill your descendants one by one.

Let you suffer forever! "

Seeing Qisha's terrifying figure swaying, his aura continued to rise.

Du Fuzi, the poet saint, was very anxious.

It will be troublesome to let this guy improve to the extreme.

But what can he do.

Now that he was stopped by Mo Tian, ​​he couldn't attack Qi Sha at all.

At this time, Qisha's figure gradually became smaller.

Keeping the real body will cause too much energy consumption.

Therefore, the Guixian clan also likes to maintain a normal size.

That is about two meters.

Qisha turned into a middle-aged man.

The rest of the place is not much different from the human race.

Only the hair is still white.

The eyes are blood red.

On the head rests a pair of black horns.

Even if it has been sealed for tens of thousands of years.

His aura is not weaker than Motian and Shisheng at all.

"Hahaha, go to hell!"

Qisha saw the poet sage.

Extremely angry.

He punched the poet saint.

Join forces with Motian to kill the poet saint here.

Two great saints joined forces to deal with one great saint.

And the strength itself is about the same.

How could the saint of poetry win?

He was gradually suppressed.

An anxious look appeared on his face.

at the same time.

The sixth continent, in the abyss.

The roar continued.

Several little saints came here.

Looking into the abyss, terrified.

"What monster?"

"I seem to remember, this is the legendary Twelve Demons of the Ghostly Immortal Clan!"

"Quick! Run!"

The little saints realized that the situation was not good, turned around and wanted to leave.

But in front of them, a figure appeared.

It has a pair of bat wings on its back.

Very weird.

"The leader of the Black Bat Cult!"

All the little saints were terrified.

"Since you see me, then die!"

The Black Bat Cult is the Demon Cult created by the Black Bat.

Black Bat is also one of the elders of the Sun Moon God Sect.

At the same level as Motian, the strength is also the same.

He shot suddenly.

The terrifying suction directly sucked the little saints over.

Drained the blood.

That's Little Saint.

It was easily killed by the black bat.

The black bat rushed into the abyss.

After a while, a huge monster with a height of [-] meters came out.

This monster looks like a frog.

It is green all over and has a single horn on its head.

On the forehead is the word six.

Soon, the monster shrank in size.

About two meters.

Similar to humans, but with large eyes.

The tongue is also very long.

"Master Liu Sha!"

Black Bat said respectfully.

"Go and help others."

They headed for the Fifth Continent.

On the Fifth Continent, Chu Kuangren also discovered the change here.

He was thinking about what to do.

Suddenly, Black Bat and Liusha appeared.

Without further ado, they joined forces to attack Chu Kuangren.

Madman Chu fought the opponent for dozens of rounds.

In the end, he fled in a hurry.

Don't dare to fight.

The other party's purpose is to save lives.

So no catching up either.

"The descendants of Chu Renxiong are really not that good."

Liusha sarcastically.

After saving the five evil spirits.

They continued on to the fourth continent.

At this time, Qisha had also left the Seventh Continent to rescue those ghostly immortals after the Eighth Continent.

Mo Tian entangled the poet saint, not giving him a chance to leave.

Although in the process, they encountered some resistance.

For example, Qin Pao and other great saints from the outside world.

But it didn't affect their rescue.

All twelve evil spirits were released.

"Open the channel and welcome our family to come!"

Shousha gave the order.

The twelve evil spirits withdrew from the battle one after another.

In their respective sealed places.

Unleash the power of terror.

Gathered together, leading to the void.

It directly tore the tree world.

The tree world began to crumble.

Terrible disasters have been born on every continent.

Heavenly Empire.

Lin Ruwei watched the changes between the heaven and the earth in horror.

For the first time, I felt the weakness of human power.

This world seems to be collapsing.

Where should they go.

Facing this doomsday, they seem helpless.

"Mr. Ling, if you were here, you would definitely tell me the answer.

What's the matter with you.

Already left the tree world? "

Lin Ruwei felt a little desperate.

At this time, the only thing she can look forward to is Ling Xiao, who once brought her great hope.

At this time, the Zero Continent.

The battle continues.

Ling Xiao has already taken advantage.

But Chu Zhongtian, who possesses the physical body of the Holy Lord and the law of life, is basically immortal.

(End of this chapter)