Saint Qin Batu

"Brother, Yaoshan is just ahead!" Among the group of old men, the Abbot Ancestor, who still looked like a young man, said solemnly.

"Well. I can feel that this strong national destiny is right next to Mount Yao!" Penglai Patriarch nodded, his expression full of worry.

"It's too dangerous for such a powerful national fortune to be next to Mount Yao! He must be destroyed!" There was a trace of cruelty in the eyes of the ancestor of Penglai.

Such a powerful national destiny must be the capital of the country.In the capital of a country, there are at least 10 people.

"Let's get rid of that traitor first." The abbot ancestor said with a sigh.

"it is good!"

Just as the two ancestors were speaking, everyone was about to fly over Sanchuan County and arrive at Hangu Pass.

"coming!"

At the Hangu juncture, Ying Zheng, who had also been waiting all night, suddenly raised his head and looked towards the distant horizon.

Beside Ying Zheng, Bai Qi's expression changed suddenly, and he waved the handsome flag in his hand.

"beep!"

The sound of the thick horn soon echoed inside and outside Hangu Pass.Immediately afterwards, the uniform drumbeat sounded.

"Tread! Tread! Tread!"

The 50 Qin army who were originally resting began to adjust their formation, forming an offensive appearance.

Just when the Qin army's formation had just been adjusted, a dozen small black figures had already appeared in the sky above Hangu Pass.

"Brother, something is wrong!" The abbot ancestor frowned, looking at the mortal soldiers waiting in line below, and said with a strange expression.

However, in the eyes of the ancestor of Penglai, he did not look at those densely packed mortal soldiers, but instead looked at the majestic Hangu Pass.

An indistinct murderous air made the Penglai Patriarch's heart feel a little cold.

Suddenly, Patriarch Penglai's complexion changed, as if thinking of something, his eyes looking at Hangu Pass became more serious.

However, although the abbot's ancestor, who was also in the realm of crossing the catastrophe, was not as good as the Penglai ancestor, he saw that the Penglai ancestor had been staring at the Xiongguan in front of him, with a gloomy face, and a sense of ominous premonition rose in his heart.

With his cultivation base, he could only see that there was something strange about this majestic pass, but he couldn't find out what was different about it.

And above the city gate, a man in a black dragon robe was also looking at them without blinking.

"God transformation?"

The abbot patriarch was taken aback for a moment, but then he understood.The so-called "traitor", I'm afraid they guessed wrong.The person behind the scenes who really destroyed the way of heaven is the man in black robe in front of him.

"kill!"

Before the abbot patriarch opened his mouth, the Penglai patriarch who had been with him for more than a thousand years immediately issued an order.

"Take action against a group of mortals?"

Behind the ancestor of Penglai, more than a dozen cultivators who transformed themselves into gods looked unhappy.

Although they were also experienced in hundreds of battles thousands of years ago, they were not without a trace of restraint.At least, facing mortals, especially hundreds of thousands of mortals, they couldn't do anything.

"Those who still want to cross the catastrophe, do it immediately!" Penglai Patriarch softly shouted, and then he took the lead without waiting for those cultivators who transformed into spirits to do it.

Seeing that Patriarch Penglai had already made a move, Patriarch Fangzhang no longer hesitated, and immediately swooped down likewise.

The two patriarchs had already rushed down, and the dozen or so spirit-transforming monks who were not very happy behind them finally made up their minds.

All of the dozen or so deity-transforming monks have endured for thousands of years.It was a rare opportunity this time, and selfish desire finally defeated the original idea.

"Leave the leader to me. The other person, to the uncle. The rest of the cultivators are up to you!" Ying Zheng said, looking at the crowd of fairyland people who were approaching at high speed.

Ying Zheng's voice was not high, but it rang in the ears of everyone on the Qin side.

"Here!"

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers shouted loudly in unison.Even the ancestors of Penglai and Fangzhang couldn't help being startled by the soaring momentum.

"Buzz!"

The sound of a huge sword cry suddenly rang in the ears of the ancestor of Penglai.

"Shh!"

A huge black sword energy directly brushed past the face of Patriarch Penglai.Vaguely, he also chopped off a few silver hairs of the ancestor of Penglai.

"Oh!"

Yingzheng's Tianwen sword slashed directly on the arm of Patriarch Penglai, making a muffled sound.

"Little baby, you have good strength!" Penglai Patriarch glanced at the torn robe and said in a low voice.

His robe is a treasure, even his robe can't be dealt with under Transformation God.What's more, on top of the robe, there is a layer of astral energy that protects the body.

However, as he was in the late stage of crossing the catastrophe, he was unexpectedly broken through two layers of defense by a cultivator at the transformation stage.

Ying Zheng's speed was fast, but not so fast that he had no time to react.The main reason before was because he was too careless.

In other words, the ancestors of Penglai hoped to be the first to win.He blocked Ying Zheng's blow from the front at will to reduce the fighting spirit in Ying Zheng's heart.

However, unexpectedly, it backfired.

"Brush! Brush!"

Faced with the gloomy appearance of the Penglai ancestor, Ying Zheng simply ignored it.The Tianwen Sword in his hand sped up a little more, and attacked the Penglai Patriarch.

"Unbelievable!"

Seeing Ying Zheng's still reckless appearance, the Penglai Patriarch felt even more angry.

A long golden whip was suddenly pulled out from the cuff of Patriarch Penglai.As soon as he raised his hand, he waved it towards Ying Zheng.

The golden long whip was so fast that Ying Zheng could only barely resist it with the Tianwen Sword in his hand when he was caught off guard.

"Snapped!"

The moment the long whip came into contact with the Tianwen Sword, there was a soft bang.

The heavy force caused Tian Wenjian to hum softly, and Ying Zheng couldn't help but use his left hand to hold down his trembling right hand.

Sure enough, the cultivator above the Transformation God was more than a chip stronger than him in terms of strength alone.

Today, it is destined to be a fierce battle.