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Therefore, in addition to the righteous gods of Heaven, there are also many strong men and masters from Qingxuan Shenzhou, such as Donglu King of Qingxuan Immortal Kingdom, Xiyue Xianzun of Wangshu Xianshan, Shizang Bodhisattva of Western Yuan Buddhism, and Dapeng of Dark Blue Demon Kingdom. Yaozun and so on.

To be honest, there is no need to dispatch so many experts to deal with Yuyang Immortal Mountain. After all, there are only three Daluo Immortal Realm experts in Yuyang Immortal Mountain.

However, Zheng Ming still brought them here, just to fight a happy battle.

Apart from these people, Xuan Tian, ​​an important supporting role, is naturally indispensable.

After learning about the situation in the Immortal World and Xuantian Dojo, Xuantian chose to join the Heavenly Court without any hesitation.

But for the time being, Zheng Ming did not seal him as the God of Heaven, but just brought him by his side.

"Xuantian!"

Song Yuanzong saw Xuantian standing next to the emperor dragon's chariot at a glance.

His eyes were full of anger, and his old face was full of hatred.

"Cough cough~~"

Zheng Ming coughed lightly, but his voice exploded like thunder between heaven and earth.

"Yi Daoyuan!"

Song Yuanzong narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Zheng Ming.

"Who are you?"

"Yi Daoyuan knows, you can find him and ask him." Zheng Ming said.

As soon as Zheng Ming finished speaking, Yi Daoyuan came to Song Yuanzong's side.

Although Yi Daoyuan was seriously injured, his movements were not restricted, but his face was pale, his dao rhyme dissipated, and his spirit was unstable.

Like Song Yuanzong, Yi Daoyuan was the first to notice Xuantian, but he didn't say anything to Xuantian.

And when he looked at Zheng Ming that day, his eyes suddenly burst into horror.

"you!"

He was full of disbelief.

Zheng Ming looked at him with a smile, and said, "I said that when I come to the fairy world, I will use this Xuanyuan sword to chop off your head!"

"Now that I'm here, is your head ready?"

Back then in the Immortal World, Zheng Ming had a battle with Yi Daoyuan's puppet clone. Before the puppet clone was completely defeated, Zheng Ming had said this, but at that time Yi Daoyuan replied with a bold statement.

But now, Yi Daoyuan looked at Zheng Ming in disbelief.

"How is it possible? You~~"

He was really shocked and didn't know what to say.

For more than 300 years, Zheng Ming was still in the fairyland world, just an emperor in the fairyland world. Although he had many secrets, Yi Daoyuan never felt that Zheng Ming would threaten him.

In just over 300 years, Zheng Ming not only came to the Immortal Realm, but also led such a terrifying army to Yuyang Fairy Mountain, how dare he believe it.

Zheng Ming looked at him, and said indifferently: "Today, I will settle this old account with you on behalf of the hundreds of millions of creatures in the Immortal World!"

Although the two battles of Zhuxian in the fairyland world did not cause too much damage to Dali and Tianting at that time, they did indelible damage to the fairyland world.

Until now, the fairyland world has not recovered.

This account is not only for the Heavenly Court, but also for the entire Immortal World, for the hundreds of millions of soldiers who died in battle.

Thinking back to the tragic battle between the Jiuyuan Dynasty and Xingyuan City in the Battle of Zhuxian, Zheng Ming couldn't help but feel the killing intent in his heart.

In the Immortal World at that time, although most of the forces had a bad relationship with Dali, to Zheng Ming, they were all Dali's allies during the two Zhuxian battles.

But now the entire fairyland world belongs to the heavenly court, and many practitioners in the fairyland world have joined the heavenly court.

No matter what, Zheng Ming wanted to avenge them and the fairyland world.

"Wen Zhong!"

"Wei Chen is here!"

"kill!"

Zheng Ming let out a low shout, although the voice was not loud, it spread thousands of miles around.

"My minister complies with the order!" Wen Zhong responded.

next moment.

The rapid sound of war drums exploded again.

Dark clouds covering the sky and the sun surged up, and tens of millions of allied troops moved.

Streams of terrifying energy and dao rhyme gathered in the sky, and thousands of allied troops broke through the dark clouds, rushing towards the Yuyang Fairy Mountain below like a rainstorm.

"Get up!"

Almost at the same time, a great array of heaven and earth enveloped the top of Yuyang Xianshan.

This is the Nine Suns Formation of Yuyang Immortal Mountain, which integrates offense and defense, and it is difficult for even the strong in the Great Luo Immortal Realm to break through.

But such a large formation was like paper in front of Zheng Ming.

Zheng Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind moved slightly, and the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand let out bursts of sword sounds.

Since then.

A bright golden sword light soared down from the sky.

The sword glowed thousands of feet, like a pillar supporting the sky, and landed on the formation with a bang.

bang bang bang~~~

The Yuyang Mountains trembled thousands of miles away.

As if there was no obstacle, the sky-supporting sword light was inserted into Yuyang Xianshan, and the Nine Suns formation was instantly shattered.

Seeing this, Song Yuanzong's eyes were cracked.

He knew that the comer was not good, and he also knew that this battle would probably destroy Yuyang Xianshan, but he never expected that Zheng Ming's strength would be so exaggeratedly powerful.

With just one blow, the Nine Suns Formation was defeated.

You must know that even if he wants to break the Nine Suns formation, it will take a lot of effort.

The towering mountain crumbled, and the majestic palace collapsed, but in an instant, Yuyang Xianshan became a ruin, and tens of thousands of disciples died at the same time.

But all this is just the beginning.

Tens of millions of allied troops have rushed into Yuyang Xianshan, fighting with the disciples of Yuyang Xianshan.

The disciples of Yuyang Xianshan are not weak, and there are also a lot of them. Among them, there are as many as 500 million elite disciples, and millions of ordinary disciples, but they are facing the most elite army in the entire Qingxuan Divine State.

Every soldier in the Allied Army is a soldier who has experienced the battle of immortals and demons. It is not an exaggeration to say that they climbed out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

Facing the allied army, the disciples of Yuyang Xianshan fell into a disadvantage in an instant.

For a time, the entire Yuyang Fairy Mountain was filled with shouts of killing, weapons collided, energy surged, Dao rhymes were intertwined in chaos, blood and flesh were scattered, and stumps were all over the sky.

The tragic battlefield made Song Yuanzong, Yan Zhanxian and Yi Daoyuan feel chills in their hearts.

There was no time to think about it, or they had no other choice but to fight to the death.

Song Yuanzong soared into the sky, vainly trying to fight against the powerhouses of the Heavenly Court with his own strength.

The Dao Yun in Yan Zhanxian's body spread, and he wanted to massacre the allied forces around him.

Yi Daoyuan's face was pale, but he held a long knife and wanted to fight to the death.

Before Song Yuanzong rushed to Zheng Ming, Yang Jian swung his sword to stop him.

Just as Yan Zhanxian was about to make a move, the four generals of the Mo Family fell around him.

Before Yi Daoyuan swung his sword, the Hunyuan Jindou was already suspended above his head, and the powerful suction instantly sucked him into the Hunyuan Jindou.

Chapter 894 Holy Venerable, Heavenly Emperor

"Who the hell are you?"

Song Yuanzong looked at Yang Jian in front of him, and asked hoarsely.

Until now, he still doesn't know the origin of the enemy, and Yi Daoyuan has not had time to explain it to him, and he would not have thought that the enemy in front of him actually came from a lower realm.

And Yang Jian naturally wouldn't talk nonsense to him.

Yang Jian held a three-pointed two-edged knife, looked at Song Yuanzong with cold eyes, and a monstrous aura spread around his body.

The soles of the feet are a little bit in the void, and the figure leaps out.

The three-pointed, two-edged knife was raised above his head, and he slashed down violently.

Song Yuanzong's face was serious, and he held a long emerald green knife with an extremely sharp edge.

boom!

The blades collided, bloomed like thunder, and rolled towards the four directions like a wave.

"There is no strong person like you in Xianyuan Shenzhou, you are not cultivators in Xianyuan Shenzhou!"

Song Yuanzong said in a low voice.

Yang Jian sneered and said, "When death is imminent, why do you need to know this?"

The divine front swept across, and Song Yuanzong, who was oppressed by the powerful Dao Yun, had to retreat.

However, this retreat was enough to put Song Yuanzong at a disadvantage.

What followed was Yang Jian's attack in full swing.

In terms of cultivation, Yang Jian has now reached the pinnacle of the Great Luo Fairyland, and half-stepped into the threshold of the Saint Realm. Song Yuanzong's cultivation is also not weak, but he is about the same as the Nine Spirits Immortal Venerable, and a little bit worse than Yang Jian.

In terms of strength, the inheritance of Yuyang Xianshan is also not weak. Song Yuanzong mastered the Lieyang Taoism very profoundly, but he was facing Yang Jian, a figure of the God of War level.

The two fought against each other, and Song Yuanzong completely fell into a disadvantage at the beginning.

Although Song Yuanzong wanted to turn defeat into victory many times, the gap in strength and cultivation made him unable to find any chance at all.

The god front was tyrannical, and Song Yuanzong was shot down suddenly.

Like a meteorite, Song Yuanzong fell hard into the ruins of Yuyang Fairy Mountain.

The terrifying power made him smash a huge deep hole in the mountains.

The ground shook, and the smoke filled the air.

Yang Jian stood in mid-air, his eyes staring at the rolling dust indifferently.

Sudden.

A majestic power spread in the dust, and that power swept away all the dust like a hurricane.

Raging flames erupted like a volcanic eruption, heading straight towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, and slashed down with the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand without hesitation.

The blade collided with the flames, and immediately set off a raging sea of ​​flames.

Yang Jian's face changed slightly, he couldn't stabilize his figure, and flew upside down towards the sky.

"Ok!"

Zheng Ming was a little surprised when he got on the dragon's emperor's car.

He looked under the sea of ​​fire, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"That's interesting!"

A slender figure emerged from the soaring flames.

The crimson robe was like a flame, her long black hair fluttered with the flames, and her face was extraordinarily dazzling in the raging flames.

A pair of red phoenix eyes, two curved willow-leaf eyebrows, pink face full of vigor and spring, and a plump and charming figure.

"Heavenly Court!"

The woman looked up at the dark clouds surging in the sky, and said.

Zheng Ming raised his eyebrows and said, "Holy Lord Lieyang!"

The Lord Lieyang is the Supreme Saint Realm behind the Yuyang Fairy Mountain, and the one in front of him is the clone of the Lord Lieyang.