In the void, chants rang out from all directions, loud chants made the thirteen golden sword energy combine together to form a giant sword energy surrounded by countless divine patterns.

The giant sword energy has amazing momentum. It flew in one sword, as if it could shatter the void. The divine patterns circulating above also made the sword energy that was forcibly combined unparalleled.

The demon warriors jumped into the air, not daring to fight the sword energy formed by the thirteen people.

Any of these thirteen warriors of the gods, who fight alone, have a 60% chance of winning. Now that they are together, how dare they fight hard?

Only the grandson of the Peacock King, Kong Yuan, looked furious and did not jump into the air. The laws of the Heavenly Saint behind him changed a series of changes, forming peacock feathers up to a hundred meters long and inserted behind him.

The purple feathers shine with crystal purple light, like a peacock spreading its tail, with endless beauty. He stretched out his hand and supported it, and a loud peacock chirping sounded.

The space fluctuated, and the divine patterns on the giant sword energy were affected and began to break inch by inch.

With his palm pushing forward, the huge peacock screen behind him was magnificently made of bright light, crystal clear, and the giant sword energy that broke the God-patterned pattern was directly shattered by his palm.

Behind him, the peacock screen was still falling apart, Kong Yuan looked at the white man with a calm face and said, "Di Wuque, what do you mean? Do you want to kill everyone?"

The white man Di Wuque said with a little surprise: "Yes, it seems that your cultivation has also reached the peak of the semi-saint's great perfection, you can stay."

The other demon warriors who were hanging in the air were dissatisfied. Tu Ze had the hottest temper and cursed: "Damn it, Di Wuque, you are just a son of god now. Do you really think you are the peerless god king?"

After saying that, I wanted to rush down again.

Di Wuque looked up slightly, his eyes swept coldly, and his powerful mental power firmly locked on Tu Ze.

Feeling a vast force surrounding him, Tu Ze's arrogant attitude immediately fell down and stopped in the air, not daring to move rashly.

"You can stay if you want to stay, as long as you can catch the joint attack of the thirteen warriors of our clan."

Tu Ze suddenly became angry. He fought alone, and maybe he could barely beat one of them when he showed his demon body, of course it was just maybe.

Thirteen geniuses of the gods combined to withstand their attacks. They could not withstand their tempers. But when they saw the eyes of Emperor Wuque, they immediately stopped and were so depressed.

The demon clan was indignant and all shouted to fight with this group of people, and some of them turned their attention to Kong Yuan for help.

Kong Yuan deliberately ignored it. He knew better than anyone else that the terrifying thirteen people in front of him were not a big problem at all. The real difficulty was the white man who had not taken action and the white woman.

One of them is a son of god and the other is a goddess. They have long been famous throughout Kunlun. If these two people take action together.

Even he is unable to protect himself, and the entire demon clan has to be driven out. Di Wuque did not kill him. He would naturally not say anything more.

"Di Wuque, you can keep your word, I'll take this move."

Xiao Tianhoufeng suddenly spoke and said to Di Wuque.

"Of course, when did I, Di Wuque, have said nothing more than that."

Di Wuque's eyes showed a look of satisfaction. As long as someone accepts this condition, he doesn't want to see the ending of a desperate situation.

As long as one person accepts it, the overall situation of the demon clan has been decided.

Xiao Tianhou forced the sword to take the sword under the attention of other demon warriors, which was expected by others.

Although he vomited blood in a mess, Xiao Tianhou was not seriously injured, but was only slightly injured.

The light shone deep in Di Wuque's eyes, and he could see the suspicion at first glance. This little monkey is very strong, but the ability to catch this sword is due to a king-level secret treasure in his body.

But he didn't point it out, and nodded slightly, indicating that he could stay.

The other demon warriors were not aware of the tricks, and three more people came to pick them up, but they were all seriously injured and vomited blood. Even more serious, they were almost cut off in half.

The holy defensive secret treasures on their bodies did not play much role.

This result made the others take a deep breath of air conditioning and dare not say anything more. In the end, only two people in the demon clan stayed, Kong Yuan, the grandson of the Peacock King, and Xiao Tianhoufeng.

Such movements naturally attracted all the warriors from the other three tribes.

Xiao Chen did not stop practicing, but his spiritual consciousness was outside, but he knew everything well.

I had heard of the power of the gods for a long time, but I finally understood it when I saw it today. Emperor Wuque did not move at all, and drove away all the eight genius warriors of the demon clan with a wave of his hand.

He seems decisive and domineering, but the strategies used in it are also amazing.

If the demon clan did not solve it well and let it all counterattack, then the geniuses of other clans would definitely not be so easy to talk to. Joining together to fight him is obviously not the result he wanted.

The woman in the red dress who had met Xiao Chen in the Ghost Clan reached out and took all the warriors in her clan behind her with one move.

On the white cheeks as white as snow, they were cold and without anger, and they were as beautiful as before, which was thrilling.

"Di Wuque, what do you want to do?" The woman in the red dress was cold and angry, and she heard a voice.

Di Wuque seemed to be like a magical craftsmanship, and his handsome face was carved without any change. He said, "What I want to do is already very clear. The essence of the divine spring in this pool is obviously limited."

"It is obviously abnormal to have limited resources and so many people absorb them. Naturally, some people have to be driven away."

The woman in the red dress had her eyes circulated and she pondered: "Then what you mean is that everyone must catch it, and you thirteen people can only stay with one sword."

Di Wuque looked up and sneered. The light in his eyes seemed to see through everything and said, "I didn't say this to you Qingcheng. This is what the people in the demon clan said. Do I don't understand the martial arts of your ghost clan and corpse clan?"

"The Yin soldiers and the Tianzi clone can both block a fatal blow for you. Together, you two tribes can only leave two of them for me."

At the end of the conversation, Di Wuque's tone was already cold and without any vitality.

"You two tribes are practicing the way of death. There is no power of death in this Tianlu Divine Spring that can be used by you. If you want to take action, even if you come to fight, you won't even give you two places."

Di Wuque's tone was very domineering, and it hit the life gate of the two clans at once, making the peerless geniuses from all sides of the two clans dare not reveal their grievances.

This person is very kingly, and it is not the kind of brave but not wise. Often, this kind of person is the most terrifying.

The Ghost Clan Corpse gathered together for a while, but finally decided to give up, leaving Wang Can and the woman in red dress, Qingcheng.

As a result, after the Ghost Clan and the Corpse Clan, Di Wuque's eyes finally hit the last human race.

The weaker people in the human race couldn't help but worry. Di Wuque easily solved the demon clan, ghost clan and corpse clan, and finally faced the human clan alone, which put a lot of pressure on them.

Di Wuque glanced at the worried human race, sneered in his heart, and said like a king: "Apart from Yan Shisan and the Three Saints, all of you can get out."

The Three Saints couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they heard this. Emperor Wuque was afraid of the three of them and did not dare to do anything randomly.

Shui Lingling saw the appearance of the Three Saints, and felt speechless. The Corpse Ghost Clan was limited by the environment and did not dare to fight to the death.

The demon clan has the weakest overall strength and is in charge of its own. Di Wuque doesn't take it seriously at all.

The human race is not subject to any restrictions here, and its overall strength is the strongest, as long as the three saints climb high and shout.

With the combined force, even if they are unable to defeat the people in the gods, they can delay for two hours, making them unable to absorb the essence of the divine spring with peace of mind. Emperor Wuque will definitely be afraid of the rat.

But at this moment, Di Wuque's light words immediately disintegrated the fighting spirit of the Three Saints, and the others had to leave even if they didn't want to.

Just when the others were indignant and extremely depressed, Yan Shisan suddenly stood up, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a sarcastic smile appeared.

With a turn of hand, the Tianbing Sword appeared in his palm and sneered: "It is rare that the Son of God looks down on Yan so much, but I, Yan Shisan, are there any turn to interrupt me?"

After speaking, the Tianbing Sword was unsheathed in an instant, and the sword was half an inch away, and the black murderous aura swept out like a mad dragon storm.

In an instant, most of the vast vitality in the Divine Spring Pool was cut off by this half inch of killing sword energy.

The sword came out, and the black sword light formed an unparalleled rainbow and swept out.

The five-foot-long Tianbing Sword leaped with a cold light. The world behind Yan Shisan suddenly became dark and there was no vitality.

Under the abyss of Tianlu Divine Spring, there is the stone of origin and almost never-ending vitality, but under Yan Shisan's sword, all vitality was briefly cut off.

Even the golden spring water became a little dull and looked annoyed.

The sword light was unparalleled, rapidly elongated, and the black sword light was condensed and thick, containing the will to kill. Wherever the rainbow passed, it destroyed all things, and the sky darkened inch by inch.

The warriors around were all surprised. They did not expect that Yan Shisan's killing sword could exert such powerful power in conjunction with the Tianbing Sword.

Only Di Wuque's expression changed slightly, as if he would have expected it, and said softly: "Get back."

Thirteen warriors of the gods who were preparing to fight had rays of light at their feet, and their bodies flashed shields, and they quickly retreated.

The white woman next to Di Wuque jumped into the air and flashed in front of her. The golden light shone in her eyebrows, and countless illusory figures appeared behind her, kneeling on the ground, singing various praise poems in a low voice.

A holy light fell in the sky, covering the white woman, making her temperament look extraordinary and like a goddess.

Glorious Holy Ghost!

The white woman stretched out her hand and the spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness surged out. She formed a holy long sword containing the glorious will, and hit the black sword light that Yan Shisan came out in front.

boom!
Chapter completed!