Life script: Destiny's villain, I kill the protagonist

A group of saint monks carefully observed any clues on the battle situation.

Such occasions of witnessing other people's battles are also of great help to them.

But it’s okay not to look at it, the more these saints look at it, the more frightened they feel.

Long Zhi's strength really surpassed them by more than one line, even if they were replaced in the position of Sage Zhu Lei at this moment, they might not be able to do better than him.

And unlike saints.

The rest of the junior monks are like looking at flowers in a mirror or looking at the moon in water.

Dumbfounded, his face was covered in bewilderment.

With their cultivation base, it is still difficult to see clearly the ever-changing scenes in the battle of saints.

It's just that the streamers are unusually dazzling, and the wanton aura of the avenue makes them breathless.

"The realm of a saint is truly unstoppable!"

"It should be the seniors from Nine Heavens Holy Land who are gaining the upper hand, otherwise it will make Su Xunge even more arrogant."

"I will definitely practice more diligently, and I will be like them in the future, standing above the sky, picking up the stars and taking the moon, and swallowing mountains and rivers!"

The crowd chattered endlessly.

Expressed their own views on the situation.

Only Su Xunge showed a disdainful smile after hearing these nonsense.

"What a bunch of idiots, what kind of battle is inextricably linked, this battle has already come to an end!"

Su Xunge said calmly.

It attracted the glaring looks of a group of young arrogance.

Only one or two inconceivable gazes came from the social circle of the saint above.

Although there is only one realm difference between Da Neng and a saint, the mystery is far from being as simple as the naked eye can see.

Su Xunge's ability to come to a conclusion similar to theirs proves that this child's vision and talent are absolutely extraordinary.

Chapter 296 You should be grateful, the enchanted saint

The battle was fleeting.

While everyone is dazzled.

The battle without any suspense came to an end.

Although the Thunder Hammer Thunder Technique of the Thunder Sage Saint is amazingly powerful, it has the ability to split mountains and destroy the world.

But in terms of hard power, it is far inferior to Longzhi.

Under the siege of the blood-red whips, the dilapidated brocade clothes had been completely shattered into countless tiny strips of cloth, revealing the thin and old body of the sage Zhu Lei with visible ribs.

A series of fine whip marks crawled all over his body like earthworms.

This sage, who looked down upon the thousand years of the Nine Heavens Holy Land, looked embarrassed.

Like a candle in the wind.

"Pfft~"

A mouthful of old blood spewed out from the mouth of Saint Zhu Lei.

The blue lightning on the thunder hammer was gradually stained with blood, and its spirituality was dim.

x Zhu Leiren has already lost.

The defeat was complete, without any suspense.

Even on the premise that the opponent didn't sacrifice his natal holy weapon, he was completely defeated by Long Zhi.

"I'm not willing~"

A struggling moan and a long sigh came out from the mouth of Zhu Lei Sheng, and anyone could feel the sadness in it.

A [-]-year-old man, a saint with rare failures in cultivation.

To have fallen in the hands of an unknown female cultivator like this, completely knocking down the self-esteem of Saint Zhu Lei into the dust.

"Humph!"

"There's nothing to be unwilling about, it's just that with such strength, I really don't know what qualifications you have to be arrogant, old man!"

Long Zhi pursed his lips, looked down at the Saint Zhu Lei, his eyes clearly showed unfinished meaning.

She hadn't encountered such a hearty battle for a long time.

In the attack of the blood whip, Long Zhi felt that his cold dragon blood was about to revive.

"You should be grateful, my son just asked me to teach you a lesson, otherwise you are still alive now!"

Long Zhi showed the victor's face, looking down upon him.

Saint Zhu Lei's complexion became even paler.

As Long Zhi said, if she hadn't saved a hand just now, the Endless Blood Whip would have sucked out all his vitality and reduced him to a mummified corpse.

"But am I going to admit defeat like this!"

"I don't agree!"

"I don't agree!"

There seemed to be a demon roaring in the heart of Zhu Lei Saint.

The canthus of the eyes is about to split, and the eyeballs are bloodshot.

I completely lost face today.

And the cause of all this.

It's just that arrogant and domineering lunatic junior.

"If he wasn't so presumptuous, how could I have been so humiliated!"

"No, even if I pay the price, I want you to feel my pain!"

"Jiuxiao Leichu, please help me!"

A violent shout came from the mouth of Saint Zhu Lei.

Immediately.

Heaven and earth change color.

All beings are silent.

All the monks above the Yin Mountain felt an indescribable terrifying pressure at the same moment.

"This is... an imperial soldier!"

"Zhu Lei is urging the emperor soldiers to recover!"

"Is he crazy? It's just a fight. The opponent doesn't intend to put him to death. How dare he use the emperor's soldiers!"

All the saints changed their expressions in unison.

Thousands of monks of the younger generation were even more haggard and trembling.

Saint Zhu Lei, after being "humiliated" by Longzhi, had a big heart demon. In order to avenge himself, he summoned the emperor soldiers of Jiuxiao Holy Land, trying to suppress Longzhi and Su Xunge, and relieve the hatred in his heart.

The Jiuxiao Leichu is the emperor's soldier handed down from the Jiuxiao Holy Land.

It was more than [-] years ago that Emperor Jiuxiao took the liquid from the Chaos Thunder Pond in the Great Calamity of becoming Emperor, and fused it with Lei Daoxian Jin Wanlei gold sand to cast it.

With the ability to command the world's thunder, he is the strongest soldier of thunder in the world.

As soon as the thunder pestle is released, it can summon a sea of ​​thunder. It looks like a catastrophe, but it is infinitely stronger than the thunder catastrophe of ordinary monks.

now.

After the thunder-killing sage called out.

On the ark where the disciples of the disciples of the Nine Heavens Holy Land gathered.

Suddenly, a burst of blazing thunder burst out, drowning all the colors in the world into pure white.

Everyone's field of vision is illusory, but under the strong light, their eyes are almost blind.

"No, Zhu Lei must not be allowed to fight the Emperor Soldiers!"

This is what everyone thinks in common.

on the one hand.

The emperor's army was born, and its power was uncontrollable. If one of them made trouble, the entire army would be wiped out on the Yin Mountain.

on the other hand.

Even if Saint Zhu Lei could maintain his rationality, as he said, he used the imperial soldiers just to avenge himself, and the targets were only Long Zhi and Su Xunge.

That is also an unacceptable consequence for everyone.

The death of these two people is not terrible, what is terrible is the endless revenge of the Great Xia Dynasty behind them.

There may be chaos in Zhongzhou.

And the Lord of Taiyin is far more angry than others.

This is Yinshan Mountain, the site of their Taiyin Holy Land.

Once the Jiuxiao Leichu explodes with full power, it is very likely to destroy the foundation of their great religion that has been passed down for millions of years.

"Zhu Lei, that idiot!"

At this time, the Holy Lord of Taiyin no longer cared about Su Xunge's wanton madman.

Instead, he was devastated by the irrational behavior of the sage Zhu Lei.

"All the disciples listened to the order, shared the divine power of the Taiyin, and mobilized the Taiyin Mysterious Extermination Formation to protect the teaching!"

"Senior Tiandao, please show your spirit to protect my Taiyin Holy Land!"

The Holy Lord of Taiyin issued two orders in succession.

While urging the elders and disciples of the Taiyin Holy Land to use their maximum strength, they urged the guardian formation to prevent the thunder energy leaking out from Jiuxiao Leichu from hurting innocent people.

On the other side, he prayed devoutly to the Taiyin Tiandao in his hand.

He wanted to awaken the true spirits of several imperial soldiers, and stop the saint who had fallen into the demonic barrier of Lei Lei.

"Om~"

"Om~"

Along with nearly ten thousand disciples and elders in the Holy Land of Taiyin, they cast spells together.

Streams of pure lunar divine power began to gather from all directions.

In just the blink of an eye, it condensed into a long river.

It seems like a bright galaxy in the starry sky, stretching across the sky.

Waves of murderous aura so strong as to make people tremble suddenly soared into the sky from the ruins of the Taiyin Holy Land.

It was a solid moonlight in the shape of countless blades.

It is very similar to the Heavenly Sword in the hands of the Lord Taiyin, but its size is more than a hundred times larger.

The moment they gathered in the sky above Yinshan Mountain, they instantly enveloped the aura of the World-Mitting Thunder Calamity emanating from the Nine Heavens Thunder Pestle.

Chapter 297 The Elegy under the Emperor's War, Backlash against Himself

The knife light flickered.

Just a simple knife can split the sky and void, cut down a galaxy, and make the world tremble and surrender.

This is a duel of infinite might.

It is an alternative dialogue between two emperor-level figures spanning hundreds of thousands of years.

The Great Formation of Taiyin Xuande is the Emperor Formation, a formation created by the Empress Taiyin. Driven by the will of all disciples of the Taiyin Holy Land disciples, it is no less powerful than a revived emperor soldier.