Immortal Emperor: Reborn in the Mixed City

The second thousand three hundred and twenty-third chapter, the great elder exits!

In the sky, four figures stood in the air, motionless, like four groups of splashed ink.

This is not the most important thing, but the terrifying coercion around it, which makes people breathless and feels suffocating.

Everyone's laughter disappeared, the celebration became calm, and at the end all expressions changed suddenly.

I thought it was an absolute success to suppress the Dirty King. This was the result of the united efforts of Taixu Sect.

Everyone has contributed, and they have given the ultimate strength.

However, the four figures in the sky made them desperate, completely desperate, and there was no room for struggle.

"How can there be so much dirt!" a disciple said tremblingly.

His meaning is very simple, that is, why there are so many dirty kings, are the kings of this dirty race all playing around.

But this is not the case. The Dirty Race is very large, with more than human beings. It is not surprising that there are many kings.

And the most important thing is that they can all be competent, can be kings, and have that strength.

The two elders could not be defeated, and their strength should not be underestimated. They were infinitely close to the ultimate realm, and had horror secret techniques.

The second elder looked at the sky, his eyes were no longer as simple as despair, they were exhausted and completely petrified.

"Heaven is going to die, I am too Xu Zong!" The second elder shouted sternly, unwilling to exist naturally.

Taixuzong has existed for endless years, and it has always stood in this place. It is a symbol and a beacon in people's hearts.

But now it is about to be destroyed, everything will fall apart, and humanity will fall into an endless abyss and become a slave completely.

All cultures will disappear, everything will change hands.

He was so pessimistic that he couldn't help but shed a tear.

At this moment, the trapped Dirty King saw the four figures, it was an excitement, because he knew he was saved.

The last drop of Dirty King bears all of him and is the medium for his survival.

He yelled towards the sky: "Help me out of the formation, the shackles are coming!"

He was naturally very flustered, even extremely anxious, because it was related to his life, so he couldn't be kidding.

Moreover, the formation yoke smashed all his fragmented bodies, and began to come towards the outer layer, which was bound to kill him.

However, for the words of the trapped Dirty King, the four kings in the sky were indifferent and indifferent.

They have different shapes, but they are a bit disgusting, only one of them resembles humans.

He looked at the Dirty King in the formation, showing a sense of indifference.

"Being trapped in the formation, I can't escape by myself, coward, ashamed of our race!"

As soon as he said this, the other three kings also nodded, quite affirming.

But the trapped Dirty King changed wildly and was extremely anxious.

"I was trapped by its secret technique formation. This is definitely built by the Supreme Emperor Sect Master!"

He was explaining, trying hard to excuse himself, if he was really deemed to be a trash coward, there would be no way out.

Even if he escaped the formation, he would be killed by the four kings in front of him.

"No need to explain!"

The king scolded just now, his voice still indifferent, without a trace of emotion.

"You are just a third-class king who hasn't been advanced for long, he will die if he dies!"

"You!" The dirty king was furious, "What kind of king are you, dare to say that to me!"

As a third-class king, he is already very good, belonging to a superior existence.

The king said coldly: "I am a first-class king!"

"What!" The third-class Dirty King was taken aback, his broken face showed an unbelievable look.

"I'll show you clearly!"

The king waved his hand directly, and a strange medal appeared in his chest with one written on it!

Sure enough, it is a first-class king, such as fake replacement, definitely not fake.

This kind of medal cannot be faked at all, because it has a special mark, and only one person can keep it!

The third-class dirty king was desperate. Facing the first-class king, he naturally couldn't be proud, and his previous posture disappeared.

He humbled, he didn't want to die, he still wanted to live.

"Respected Master Wang, please save my life, I can still contribute to our race!"

"No need!"

The first-class king refused directly and ignored the third-class dirty king.

The third-class dirty king was completely desperate. He wanted to help the other three kings, but after thinking about it carefully, at least it was a second-class existence, and he still wouldn't say anything good to him.

At this moment, the shackles had flowed toward the third-class dirty king, got into his body, and the last drop of objects was completely hit!

The first-class king didn't frown or be upset at all, but instead showed a sneer.

"It's just a mere third-class king. If you kill it, you will kill it."

The other three kings behind him also nodded. The third-class kings have many dirty races, but there are only so few first-class and second-class!

This is a huge difference, just like the difference between a soldier and a general, although both are kings!

Seeing this scene, Tai Xuzong's disciples and elders did not feel that they were saved, but they were even more desperate, with a gray face.

When they deal with a third-class dirty king, they have exhausted all their strength, tried their best, wrote runes with their blood, and exhausted all kinds of means, and they suppressed the third-class dirty king.

Both the first-class king and the second-class king came, like a stone touching an egg, not an opponent at all.

The third-class dirty king died, and the first-class king said to the king behind him: "Swallow his last soul!"

A second-class king nodded, his mouth suddenly grew wide, swallowing the soul that was about to dissipate in it, this was his secret technique.

After everything was completed, the King of First Class looked at Tai Xuzong's disciples and elders, and a killing intent immediately spread.

"Killing some ants can't be done well, what's the use of keeping it!"

He seemed to be saying that the previous third-class king, the reason why he let him die, is the most important reason.

"However, he can't kill you, I will come, a bunch of ants, I can kill a lot of them with just one shot!"

As soon as his words fell, he just flicked them casually, very ordinary, just like ordinary children hitting glass beads.

However, three seconds later, an extremely terrifying force rose in the sky, turning the sky directly into blood red, and the smell of blood permeated all directions.

At the same time, the force that he ejected also went towards the Taixu Zongmen. Don't look like it was just a random shot, but it was powerful and terrifying. If there is no formation guard, the Zongmen will probably be shattered.

This bullet directly shattered the gate of Taixu Sect. It was just not repaired much, and now both of them are doing this.

This force was still wandering, strangling everywhere, and many Tai Xuzong disciples were dead, and they did not scream.

While others were looking at the First-Class King, there was a voice floating in the back mountain of Taixu Sect. The long white hair was a bit boring, but the power of the whole body was indeed terrifying.

The Great Elder is finally out!