The beginning of the prehistoric era suppresses and kills the traversers

"People run out and let you kill, you can miss!"

"No one will answer you when you shout now!"

But the reception is out of breath!

Losing so many Lingshan protectors for no reason, it turned out that Taoist Duobao was seriously injured!

Cannon fodder is also valuable!

Zhao Gongming stared angrily.

"Bah! Pick up the old donkey! How shameless you are!"

The Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit was even more angry!

"That's right! As a sage, attack my disciples, if you have the ability to find my master's opponent!"

"The old donkey has a big face and a thick skin, but he likes to do that disgusting thing that hates people!"

"It's disgusting!"

All of a sudden, Jinao Island was full of curses!

When had Jieyin been so insulted by a group of juniors?

In an instant, anger started from the heart!

Evil is born to courage!

"Good good!"

Three good words in a row, Jieyin is already extremely furious!

"Now that you are waiting to die, I will teach you a lesson for Tongtian!"

After all, Jieyin snorted coldly!

The rampant Shengwei descended from the sky, instantly crushing the Great Formation of Ten Thousand Immortals!

Zhao Gongming and the Holy Mother of Wudang use their whole bodies to operate the formation eyes!

All the disciples of Jiejiao entered the battle with their bodies, resisting the power of the saint with all their strength!

Click!

The light-gold guardian array exploded!

The appearance of a crack instantly caused most of the Jiejiao disciples to vomit blood, and they were on the verge of collapsing!

The 24 Dinghai God Beads around Zhao Gongming are shining brightly!

"I'll teach my disciples!"

"Never admit defeat!"

The aura of all the disciples of Jiejiao suddenly raised a level!

Forcibly resisting the power of the saint!

The whole prehistoric is watching!

Everyone was shocked by the behavior of intercepting the disciple!

Among the disciples of Jiejiao, the one with the highest cultivation level is only the late quasi-sage!

Most of the disciples are Xuanxian, Jinxian realm!

With such a low level of cultivation, in the eyes of a saint, he is no different from an ant!

But it was these ants who relied on their own perseverance to forcibly prop up the Great Formation of Ten Thousand Immortals that should have been shattered long ago!

Get angry!

"Okay! The disciples of Jiejiao are really good. If this is the case, I will send you to the list of gods in advance!"

After all, Jieyin actually sacrificed the merit pool of the eight treasures of the innate spirit treasure!

Daoist Duobao has swallowed a large amount of elixir at this moment, and his body is glowing, but his injuries are almost healed!

It's just that the pills accumulated over thousands of years have also bottomed out!

"Zhu Xian Sword Formation!"

In a critical moment, Daoist Duobao no longer cared about so many!

Forcibly refining four divine swords!

A looming formation rises from the bottom of the sea!

In an instant, the heaven and the earth are connected with each other, and the Zhuxian sword formation is formed!

Receive and lead into battle again!

In order to protect himself, Taoist Duobao sacrificed the Zhuxian Sword Formation to protect his whole body three feet away!

When he fell to the bottom of the sea, Duobao unexpectedly laid out the Zhuxian sword array early, waiting for the time to catch the careless!

The four divine swords sit in all directions, and the tyrannical murderous aura spreads instantly!

He led Yisheng into the battle, but was firmly blocked in it.

Daoist Duobao struggled to support him, but with the cultivation base of a quasi-sage, he barely operated the Zhuxian Sword Formation!

"I'm Big Brother!"

"No one is allowed to hurt my disciple!"

"Saints can't either!"

"what!"

Duobao yelled, and he had already started to burn the lifespan of the primordial spirit!

The powerful strength gained through all his efforts raised him to the stage of the late quasi-sage in an instant!

The killing intent in the Zhuxian Sword Formation was intense, and there was faintly the power of a saint!

"Strangle me!"