Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

Li Axi focused on protecting Wu Yuqi from behind, with a black lotus appearing on his palm, ready to attack at any time.

Of course, he would not steal the limelight from the angels. Since An Shibai said that he would leave this battle to them, he was happy to watch the show.

Just looking at this situation, it is not easy to deal with so many independent cultivators. The strength of this group of independent cultivators is not weak, but unfortunately they do not know how to form a formation, and they are just besieging. If they form a formation, it will really be a trouble.

Li Axi decided to let An Shibai and others take action first. If they were defeated, he would join in in time instead of waiting for them to be defeated to avoid embarrassment.

At this time, the six angels had already taken action.

Kamal was the first to spread the pair of wings behind him that were as white as snow and emitting a sacred light. He flapped them gently, and a layer of silver light curtain instantly formed in front of him, with mysterious runes flowing on the light curtain.

The two fire pythons transformed from dark blue flames crashed into the light curtain and were instantly swallowed up by the light curtain, disappearing without a trace, without even a trace of sparks left, as if they had never existed.

Lilith beside her also spread her wings and floated up. Then, a huge silver full moon slowly rose behind her, shining over the top of Mount Wujiu. The moonlight was as soft as a veil, pouring down like a waterfall.

The sharp rocks summoned by the thin man instantly lost their power under the moonlight. The hard rocks became fragile and shattered into powder, which was blown away by the wind.

Then, Lin Tianhao also spread his wings, holding up the wings like a shield. The giant python that fell from the sky landed on his head, hit the wing shield, exploded with a loud bang, and light splashed to the west.

Joyce and Dominic also spread their wings and floated into the air.

The five of them faced five directions respectively, forming a pentagram. Their bodies grew bigger and bigger, and their five pairs of wings were almost connected, surrounding Wujiu Mountain. No matter how hard the magic weapon lights were, they could not penetrate in, and could not land on Li Asi at all.

Li Asi saw all of this and was filled with admiration. As expected of angels, they didn't seem to have used their full strength yet. Especially the Archangel An Shibai, who stood in the middle of the five people, not moving at all.

Judging from their methods of casting spells, it seems that the power does not come from their own cultivation, but from the mysterious void.

Li Axi had heard that they were all the wings of the Western god who fell into the human world, and Chen Wenxue took over the throne of that god and also took over the power he left behind in the human world.

Lingjiu Sanren rode on the Owl Soul and looked at the battle situation in front of him, feeling extremely shocked.

"How can it be!"

He muttered to himself that hundreds of Kunlun cultivators were unable to break through the defense of these winged birdmen.

"You are all these evil demons from outside Kunlun!" His eyes were bloodshot, and he rode on the Owl Soul, his hands constantly changing seals, and sent a message to all the immortals attacking from the outside, "Everyone, don't be stingy with your magic weapons and magic power. If we can't eliminate these evil demons, how can we continue to practice in Kunlun Realm?"

"Lingjiu Sanren is right! Let's work together and stop holding back!"

"Yes! It is our duty to slay demons and monsters!"

Seeing that everyone was united and the time had come, Lingjiu Sanren's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said, "I have been practicing in Wujiu Mountain for nearly 800 years, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon. I have already become one with this mountain. This mountain is both my dojo and my foundation. Now, I will use the power of Wujiu Mountain to launch the strongest attack. Fellow Taoists, please lend me a hand!"

After saying this, the owl soul under his crotch suddenly turned into a stream of light, rushed downwards, broke a passage in the sea of ​​clouds, crashed into the mountain, and instantly disappeared into the mountain.

Lingjiu Sanren was floating in the air, with his long hair standing upright behind his head, piercing back like a sculpture.

He made seals with his hands, muttered something, and his facial expression was distorted, as if he was in great pain.

The mountain shook, and then everyone felt that the entire Mount Wujiu was pulled up.

The mountain will certainly not be pulled up; it is just a feeling, the energy of the mountain and the earth veins rushing upward.

Lingjiu Sanren's body suddenly grew hundreds of times in size and turned into a giant with the shadow of a mountain pressing down on his head.

"Hahahaha, you monster, prepare to die!"

Lingjiu Sanren roared, and swooped down along with the shadow of the mountain.

Li Asi frowned.

He didn't expect Lingjiu Sanren to use such a trick.

It's not that Lingjiu Sanren is so strong, but that this guy can actually mobilize the power of Wujiu Mountain. This sacred mountain in Tiandu is rooted in the void, and the spiritual power of the earth veins connected to it is much stronger than that of ordinary mountains in the world.

At the same time, hundreds of independent cultivators on the periphery also launched an attack.

The previous wave of attack was indeed magnificent, but those people obviously did not take them seriously, so although they tried their best, they all had their own thoughts and no one used their full strength.

But now, they have witnessed the power of these angels and dare not hold back anything.

Hundreds of magic weapons were thrown into the air together and launched a full-strength attack.

Li Axi looked at the barrier formed by the five angel wings, wondering if it could withstand the attack.

Even if it can withstand it, the peak of Mount Wujiu may not be able to withstand it, right?

From this point of view, Lingjiu Sanren can be said to be reckless and willing to sacrifice his own life!

He glanced at Wu Yuqi, who was still concentrating on reporting the location of the Eighty-one Mountains. It seemed that the location of this formation was changing, and it was not so easy to break.

Li Asi was about to make a move when he suddenly saw the archangel An Shibai standing in the middle of the five wings move.

An Shibai flew up from among the five angels and rose into the air.

He also has a pair of wings behind him, shining with golden light.

It wasn't his wings that were golden, but behind him, there rose a giant cross, shining with golden light.

From Li Asi's perspective, An Shibai looked like he was tied to a cross.

An Shibai was seen with his arms open and his head raised, as if embracing the world, with a look of sadness on his face.

The wings of the other five angels all shone, and countless silver and golden lights entwined on their wings, crawling like fine lightning, connecting into a net, and finally pouring into An Shibai's body.

An Shibai seemed to be in great pain, and the sadness on his face became even more intense.

Then, a dazzling golden cross of light shot out from his chest and hit the swooping Lingjiu Sanren.

Lingjiu Sanren, who had transformed into a giant, had no time to react and could only smash down the huge mountain shadow in his hand, trying to suppress the cross light.

boom!

A silent but mind-shaking collision of huge magical powers.

The huge mountain shadow shattered into countless pieces, which scattered to the west and disappeared into the void.

The cross of golden light also exploded, turning into a huge dazzling ball of light. Lingjiu Sanren disappeared in the dazzling ball of light, and his whereabouts were unknown.

After a moment of explosive brilliance, the light retracted and turned back into a huge golden cross.

Then, a cross of light shot out to the west, leaving a series of cross light marks in the void.

The light marks spread, each one bigger than the other, layer upon layer, as if the space was cut into countless pieces.

Everything in the air, whether it was the sword energy or the light of the magic weapon, was chopped into pieces by the cross light and disappeared into the void crack between the golden lights.

Some independent cultivators with lower cultivation bases saw their magic weapons shattered and fell from the clouds.

Only a few of the strong ones, seeing that the situation was not good, put away their magic weapons, turned into a few streams of light, left the battlefield, fled far away, and disappeared into the vast sky.