Wang Jiusi was shocked. He could not believe his eyes. The dark long spear was like the deepest nightmare, entangling his heart.

The shadow of the sword was scattered, and even the golden armored gods who were more than meter tall could not resist the sharpness of the Guiyang Ge and retreated at once. In advance, Wang Jiusi had already overestimated the ability of the Demon Emperor Wutian, but after the battle, Wang Jiusi discovered in pain that he had underestimated the Demon Emperor Wutian too much.

This is still the level of the other party being injured. If the other party is unharmed, then how should the situation of the battle evolve?

He was determined to order the Golden Armored God to explode himself. After all, the power of the three Golden Armored God to explode was enough to kill the Demon Emperor Wutian. But below their battlefield was the Zongsheng Palace, the only remaining monks in Louguandao, and it was also his Wang Jiusi's home. Even if he was the Supreme Master of the Yuanshen Cultivator, he could not make this decision.

At this point, Wang Jiusi's only choice is to tightly entangle the other party, making the Demon Emperor Wutian unable to find trouble for others.

As for the rest, let it be left to God!

The torrent collides, the king is against the king, the general is against the general.

Wutian found Jiusi Zhenren, and the others did not spare time to watch the fun. Baishi Zhenren unfortunately met the White Elephant Saint King, a man second only to the Demon Emperor Wutian among this demon clan.

The ice and snow were flying all over the sky, freezing through the heart and lungs. The strange ice blade was like an antelope hanging on its horns. It was strange and unpredictable. The killing of Bai Shi was sweating profusely and complained.

As the elder of Lou Guandao, Master Bai Shi basically has no hope of going through the next four-nine heavenly tribulation, but he is still prepared. His reliance is the black and white chessboard he constantly caressed in Zhongnan Mountain.

Yin-Yang Chess Board.

This is a magic weapon specially made for sacrifices and refining to deal with the heavenly tribulation. Although it has not yet been achieved in time, it is now in the category of a superb magic weapon.

However, no matter how embarrassed Shiraishi Zhenren was, he still suppressed his intention to use it, because once he sacrificed this magic weapon, it would mean that the Yin-Yang chessboard was finally finalized, which was definitely not in line with Shiraishi Zhenren's interests.

However, the White Elephant Saint King was extremely tough. In a moment of hesitation, Shiraishi was completely at a disadvantage. The sharp ice blades formed dense knife nets, causing Shiraishi's skin to produce slight goose bumps. Under such an attack, Shiraishi's tragic ending was impossible to escape the tragic ending of the intestines being broken through.

If you keep it for a long time, you will lose it. If you continue like this, Master Bai Shi will inevitably lose Jingzhou carelessly. He himself is extremely clear about this. With a sharp gritted teeth, Master Bai Shi viciously sacrificed the Yin-Yang chessboard.

The square chessboard that was rotating wildly in the air turned into a rotating Yin-Yang fish, with black and white distinction. It was a Tai Chi pattern. The center of the pattern seemed to have infinite suction, and suddenly swallowed the White Elephant Holy King into it.

This is the first wonderful use of the Yin-Yang chessboard, and the illusion is endless.

The nineteen lines of lines interpret endless almost real illusions. If you lack strength, you will be immersed in it forever and eventually evolve into a trivial piece on the chessboard.

The Yin-Yang chessboard suddenly started to stir up, and it seemed that a violent beast was rushing left and right. Shiraishi insisted with all his strength, not daring to be distracted at all. The sweat on his forehead slid from the tips of his eyebrows, crossed his cheeks, and dripped on his snow-white beard.

On the other side, Fei Xiang and Monk Bian Ji besieged the Purple Flame Holy King, and they went back and forth, as fast as lightning, leaving strange arcs in the air.

In a short period of time, Lou Guan Dao formed a situation where eighteen people attacked fifteen demon clans, and used the crowd to attack the few. If Lou Guan Dao could seize this short opportunity and quickly expand his advantage, he might not be able to win.

However, the purple flame of the Purple Flame King is extremely domineering. Whether it is Monk Bian Ji's thunder magic or Fei Xiang's earth-type magic, they can only form temporary suppression, and cannot quickly complete the killing. The same is true in other places. The battle situation fell into a stalemate at the beginning.

This is a disaster for the Duanlou Temple. You must know that the four Shura clans are coming as if they are flying.

The distance in the void seemed very far, but before the escape technique of the Yuanshen cultivator, this distance flew over in a flash. The Shura Master, Jino, Tedoti, and Soul Yasha, joined the battle group with a long roar.

The four of them did not help the Purple Flame Saint King and the others to rescue the siege as soon as possible, but the four of them helped the Tianhu Saint King deal with Tan Yun, the Pure Land Sect.

With five against one, and with the vicious and vicious super master Shura Master, the master of Shura Master, only two breaths, the old monk Tanyun turned into meat paste under the black stick of Shura Master.

Even the soul that escaped was injured by the sword energy of Hun Yasha, and was grabbed by Te Duoti and swallowed it up. As the saying goes, one person who died of Lou Guandao would be worse.

Everyone present was full of talented people, who would not know this? However, even though they knew this, few people could break through the deadlock. A trace of cold sweat oozed out of Wang Jiusi's extremely cold face.

Could it be that the tens of thousands of years of inheritance of Louguandao be cut off today?

Tang Cheng and the second soul besiege the Black Turtle Saint King together. The body of the Black Turtle Saint King is the Rotary Turtle. The Rotary Turtle is not a particularly powerful monster among the demon clan, but one thing is that the protection ability of the Rotary Turtle shell is extremely outstanding.

The water-colored Prajna true sword stabbed at the Saint King of the Black Turtle, but rippled on the opponent's mottled shield, which failed to cause any damage. The sharp sword rainbow of the Five Elements of the Heavenly Tribulation Sword of the Shenxiao Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation Sword was unstable, and the moves were seamless. However, the six tortoise shells surrounding the Saint King of the Black Turtle were like guards who never rested, blocking the bursting Thunder Sword three feet away from the body.

Tang Cheng and the second soul circled around the Black Turtle Saint King like a windmill, looking for the non-existent flaw. The sword rainbow that was flying wildly called the Black Turtle Saint King to complain. If this situation continues, I am afraid that after a dozen breaths, Wutian will collect his body for him.

In fact, after four or five breaths, the Prajna True Sword can directly penetrate the defense of the Black Turtle Holy King and directly penetrate it. However, the people of Lou Guandao couldn't wait that long.

The death of the old monk Tanyun is like a signal, a signal of the collapse of the people in Lou Guandao. Their faith is passing rapidly. If it cannot change as soon as possible, then everyone will be unable to escape the bad luck.

The second soul looked solemn. As his mind turned, the water-colored sword light suddenly subsided. He made Vajra fists with his hands, stretched out his little finger with his right hand, and opened the five fingers one by one with his fingertips, making a lotus-shaped shape.

Seal of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva.

The moment the seal method was first completed, the Saint King of Black Turtle was as if he was struck by lightning, his eyes were filled with stars, his head was dizzy, and his body was unstable and almost fell from mid-air.

At this moment, the perfect defense circle of the Black Turtle Saint King finally revealed its flaws!

At this moment, a blazing white sword light was like an antelope hanging its horns, flashing through the gaps of the six constantly rotating tortoise shells. Before the Black Turtle Holy King could make any moves, he slowly sank into his eyebrows.

The honest and complacent face of the Saint King of Black Turtle suddenly looked like he understood something. Then his face dimmed, he smiled bitterly, and then his body exploded with a blast, and blood rain flew.

A green light flashed, and the soul of the Black Turtle Holy King wanted to escape. However, just as he flew only three feet away, a golden sword light rushed straight from behind and pierced it in an instant.
Chapter completed!