The seventh level of heaven is in a quiet valley.

Lao Zhou sat cross-legged in the cave, his body hanging in the air, and his body released a unique aura, and his body almost merged with the surrounding void.

At the same time, some spirit beasts outside the cave were all crawling on the ground, trembling, and even the vegetation in the valley became still.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly flashed outside the cave, and a young man with a sword appeared. He was wearing a white robe and his eyes were like a torch, staring at the cave.

But he did not get close to the cave, but stood outside the cave, as if waiting for something.

His cultivation is not weak, and he is definitely at the top of the Immortal Emperor, but under the pressure of this emperor, his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Not long after the boy arrived here, eight monks followed one after another. They were dressed in different clothes and looked at different ages.

But their cultivation is not inferior to that of the first boy who came.

When they arrived here, they seemed to have made an agreement, and they all stood outside the cave, as if they were waiting for something.

In the cave, Lao Zhou suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes passed through the barriers and landed on the nine monks outside the cave, but smiled.

When his eyes fell, the bodies of the nine monks trembled slightly, and they frowned, and each summoned their weapons, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Lao Zhou did not take action, and allowed the nine monks to stand outside and continue to realize the world in front of him.

The Tao he attained was different from Yi Qianmo. In his opinion, few people could cultivate Yi Qianmo's Tao, but Yi Qianmo's previous words touched him a lot.

When he closed his eyes again, the nine monks felt the pressure relaxed, but they became even more nervous because Lao Zhou opened his eyes and ignored their existence.

He said nothing, but the pressure fell on them.

When this imperial power appeared, they only had one hour left. All the monks in this fairyland may fail to attain enlightenment, but Lao Zhou could not fail to attain enlightenment!

At the beginning, he gave his Immortal Emperor's position directly to his senior brother, otherwise he would have definitely become the Immortal Emperor. Now that he is starting to break through, he must be fully confident.

They only have one hour, and if they take action, it means they will inevitably fight to the death. If they don’t take action, they can only watch Lao Zhou become the tenth immortal emperor.

Old Zhou is very likely to block the passage for all cultivators to advance to the Immortal Emperor. After all, the nine people in the Ninth Heaven have very low chances of taking action in this way.

This pressure made them feel uncomfortable, but none of them took action. They were all waiting for the other party to take action, or waiting for the opportunity to come.

Soon, half an hour passed, and they became more and more anxious!

Just as the nine monks in front of him were still hesitating, a powerful sword power suddenly fell from the sky, followed by a bronze flying sword that appeared in everyone's sight.

The sword is getting closer and closer, and it is getting bigger and bigger. The bronze sword is engraved with dense runes, and the blood groove on the sword is clearly visible.

The sword fell from the sky and slashed down on Lao Zhou in the cave. Under the power of the sword, all the monks present retreated.

“Buzz buzz…”

Accompanied by a heavy sword sound, the falling bronze sword suddenly turned into a golden dragon in the void and rushed to the cave.

The golden dragon spreads its teeth and claws, and the terrifying pressure brought by it is enough to crush the Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

"boom!"

Under this pressure, the mountain where the cave was located collapsed instantly and then turned into powder. The golden dragon waved its claws and grabbed Lao Zhou's forehead.

But Lao Zhou was not panicked at all. He didn't even open his eyes. He just raised his right hand and rushed into the void. He only heard a dull "bang" sound.

The golden dragon waving its claws fell down instantly and turned into the bronze big sword. The sword hung above Lao Zhou's head. While the light was dim, it could no longer move forward!

The monks around them all took a breath. They all knew that Old Zhou was very strong, but they didn't expect that they could be so strong.

"The Qingming Sword of Qingming Sect, this old monster of 999 dragons, is not even close to him!!"

The one who took action was an old monster in Qingming Sect, one of the nine major forces in the fairyland. This is definitely a top figure in the fairyland, and he is in the same era as Lao Zhou.

"Old Zhou's strength is not as strong as ten thousand dragons, but he is half a dragon more than them, and he is infinitely close to the Immortal Emperor!"

When they felt Lao Zhou's breath, they then understood where Lao Zhou's strength was!

In this fairyland, there are many quasi-emperors with nine thousand dragons, and even dozens of quasi-emperors with nine thousand nine hundred nine nine nine dragons.

But no one has truly cultivated to 9,999 and a half dragons. The gap between this half dragon is a huge gap in the quasi-emperor realm.

However, this is not the end.

When the old monster of Qingming Sect took action, a blood light suddenly flashed in the distance, and half of the sky turned into blood in an instant, and the sky and the earth were dyed red.

A knife slashed from the air, forming a blood-colored moon arc that divided the world. When the knife fell, a bloody storm hit, bringing all the monks present into the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

When the sword fell, it turned into a bloody phoenix. The blood light soared into the sky turned everything in this world into blood.

"It's him, the immortal killer of July Liuhuo, the demon sword!"

Looking at the terrifying sword force in front of them, the nine monks who came first were all frightened. Only then did they realize the difference between them and these old monsters.

Old Zhou frowned slightly. When the knife fell, his right hand, which had not yet fallen, was pinched from the air. The blood-colored phoenix in the air seemed to be pinched by something, and suddenly his body stopped.

"break!"

Lao Zhou spitted out a word from his mouth and pinched his fingers. The blood-colored crazy was instantly squeezing and bursting out by an invisible force.

At the same time, a golden light suddenly lit up to the east side of the blood side, and a golden ancient Buddha rose from the ground and contacted the sky.

This golden ancient Buddha almost condensed into substance, with great majesty. The ancient Buddha clasped his hands together, and a circle of halos shone brightly behind his head.

When the blood-colored phoenix was pinched and turned into a strange blood-red demon sword, the ancient Buddha shouted the Buddha's name and raised his hand to fall down at Lao Zhou's palm.

His strength is even stronger than the two who have taken action before. The Buddha's palm fell to cover the sky and the sun, and Lao Zhou below him looked more like an ant.

When he appeared, Old Zhou immediately frowned and opened his eyes, but he still did not move. He just raised his left hand and greeted the Buddha's palm.

"Bang!"

It seemed as if an invisible big hand appeared, colliding with the Buddha's palm. With a "bang", a circle of ripples swept across the void!

The dense dark clouds disappeared in an instant, and the ripples in the void were like tsunamis, twisting and unable to see anything complete.

At the same time, the Buddha's palm shattered in an instant. At the same time, the ancient Buddha connected with the sky was immediately overturned to the ground due to this force.

"This is... Monk Hongren of White Horse Temple!"

The monk present took a breath and said, "Isn't even his attack... okay?"

Monk Hongren and the others knew who it was. This was as famous as Old Zhou and was called one of the invincible old monsters under the Immortal Emperor.
Chapter completed!