Master of Great Calamity

As soon as the three dark emissaries made a move, their true power was revealed.

To be favored by the Lord of Darkness and become his envoy, how could these three be so different?

In terms of their own cultivation, they might not be that scary. At most, they are comparable to those of the orthodox families of Zhongzhou. They are not outstanding, but the sorcery and secret techniques they mastered are extremely terrifying, far beyond the definition of cultivation in the ordinary sense. It seems that they are just three people.

Fang Yuan's body skills are not unpleasant, and his supernatural powers are not bad, but after he really met them, he was quickly forced into a dead corner. The supernatural power of closing the sky gate was completely broken, and his body fell like a kite with a broken string.

clatter...

At this time, there were mountains and clear waters below. Fang Yuan's body fell straight down, and immediately shook a gourd-shaped mountain until its base was shattered, gunpowder smoke was everywhere, his face looked extremely pale, and the corners of his mouth showed a bright red, but after he fell, he didn't even care to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth.

Still want to escape?

The cold shout of the sackcloth questioning machine resounded in the air, and in the mid-air in front of Fang Yuan, a group of flags descended from the sky, carrying the tyrannical and boundless power of the formation, firmly suppressing it in the void, and then, continuous array flags, like torrential rain, descended from half the sky, covering the void in all directions of Fang Yuan, like high walls appearing one after another.

When Fang Yuan was there, he had already unfolded the Eight Desolation Movement Technique, moving left and right, eager to seize the road.

But even though his movements were mysterious, more and more flags fell down. Every time a flag fell, his room for movement was reduced a lot. In the end, it was like a huge cage covering the four regions, trapping him in one region.

Arrogant child, die!

And the one who rushed down immediately was Wang Zhou, the Daoist son of the Wang family.

His body was covered with purple flames, which was indescribably terrifying. When he punched down, the purple flames around his body surged and swelled. The indescribable intensity directly steamed a large river more than ten feet wide, and the river water dropped rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Is this the power of heaven?

In Fang Yuan's eyes, there was also a hint of solemnity.

For practitioners, he naturally understands Tiangong, which represents the supreme method in the practice world, but it is different from Shenjue Xianfa, Tiangong is not something that can be cultivated casually, for most people, even if they have obtained Tiangong, they do not have enough talent, and they cannot comprehend it at all.

Just like Luo Feiling, she was born in South China Sea and is one of the Seven Great Sacred Lands. South China Sea naturally has Heavenly Kung Fu inheritance, but she has never practiced it because she is still young and her cultivation level is not enough.

For her, the greatest use of Tiangong is that she stole it and wanted to take it to the snow field and give it to herself.

Due to a coincidence, the ancestors of the Wang family also obtained half of the heavenly skills, but only half of them. Almost no one can cultivate successfully, but Wang Zhou was able to appreciate part of the divine power with only half of the heavenly skills. It is unimaginable!

It's a pity that such a person is now his enemy.

Fang Yuan was depressed, but he could only grit his teeth and press down heavily with both hands.

Green air suddenly appeared around him, thunder and lightning grew, and then a big blue carp jumped out out of thin air, swimming around his body, following the appearance of this carp, there were layers of water curtains, as if turning Fang Yuan's body into a water world.

Chila...

Wang Zhou's fist punched into the water curtain, splashing layers of white mist, filling half of the sky.

The surrounding mountains, rocks and strange peaks were all flattened by this huge force, and one by one collapsed, just like the earth was flattened.

But after the billowing gunpowder smoke dissipated, it was discovered that Fang Yuan and Wang Zhou were facing each other in stature, unmoving.

The frontal blow of the two seemed to be a draw.

In that punch, there was the shadow of Heavenly Kungfu, so its power was naturally terrifying, but Fang Yuan's green carp was also cultivated by him since he was in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and he had already integrated into the Xuanhuang Qi Art.

Is this guy really capable?

In mid-air, the envoy in linen clothes, the emissary carrying the mountain on his back, and Lu Xinyao all changed their expressions slightly after seeing this scene.

It was only at this time that they had to admit that Fang Yuan's abilities were higher than they imagined.

Before they entered the Dragon Trail, the only thing they really cared about was the leaders of the three teams, so they set up countless schemes, and only wanted to get rid of the three of them. But now, they realized that Fang Yuan, who had just been promoted to Nascent Soul, had the same ability as the three team leaders.

Fortunately, those three people are dead, and there is only one left alone...

They sighed in their hearts: Otherwise, if they directly face people like them, what chance do they have of winning?

Don't be too long-winded, just kill him!

The three of them looked at each other, and all of them felt ruthless in their hearts.

The sackclothed questioner was the first one to drink violently, walking in mid-air with weird footwork, and formed a mysterious and strange huge rune as he passed by, and then formed a strange seal with his hands, with his brows slightly condensed, and pointed down fiercely!

Those array flags that were densely covered in the sky, like a cage, immediately spun rapidly at this moment.

The power of the shattered array is endlessly changing, but it is like a lingchi knife.

Weaving vertically and horizontally, cutting the void, strangling towards Fang Yuan who was located in the center of the prison cage fiercely, in an instant, there was a strong wind around Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan felt the indescribable pressure, and his face changed drastically.

Raising his hand and pressing it, Suzaku Thunder Spirit flew straight into the sky, and collided with the boundless formation in mid-air.

The power of thunder and lightning exploded, forming a thundercloud.

This thundercloud protected him from being directly swept up by the force of the crippled formation, but the huge pressure fell directly on his body, causing his feet to sink into the ground slowly at this moment, unable to move at all!

Go!

The hunchback with the mountain envoy on its back roared in a low voice, bit the tip of its tongue, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The ten divine corpses refined by the aristocratic family hurriedly leaned forward and quickly surrounded Fang Yuan. They each displayed their own tyrannical magical powers, restraining them downward like iron chains.

Hehe, it's still the mantis arm blocking the car!

A smile appeared on Lu Xinyao's face, she lightly wiped the rouge from her lips, and then pointed a little. A huge iron gun appeared out of thin air beside her, and with the huge wind, it flew straight towards Wang Zhou below, and was caught by the expressionless Wang Zhou.

I give you a magic weapon, go and kill him!

There was an indescribable lightness in Lu Xinyao's voice.

Brother Fang Yuan...

Realizing Fang Yuan's danger, Luo Feiling's expression changed drastically in shock, and he turned around hastily, wanting to rush over to rescue him.

Now she has been entangled by Lu Xinyao's three guardians, or three puppets. These three guardians are all ancestors. Each of them has higher cultivation than Lu Xinyao, and their status is much higher. But no one knows why, but they all fell under Lu Xinyao's sorcery. They are willing to stay by her side, obey her orders, and are driven by her like lackeys.

Luo Feiling's cultivation base and strength are already not weak, she is outstanding among the juniors, but it is not easy to win against these three people, but when she is in a hurry, she wants to get out, and she is agile, these three people can't stop her for a while.

Hehe, aren't you going to teach me a lesson?

Lu Xinyao sneered in a low voice, raised her fingers lightly, a dark green ancient sword appeared in her hand, and it was also a rare treasure from somewhere, Shua, Shua, Shua several swords, surrounded by colorful falling flowers, implied a cold light, and approached Luo Feiling.

These few sword strikes forced Luo Feiling to retreat back to the original spot, with hatred on his face.

On the other side, Wang Zhou waved his iron spear twice, seemingly very satisfied, then destroyed the purple flames all over his body, and touched the spear with his left hand, and a shocking evil flame ignited on this iron spear, and then he rushed towards Fang Yuan with a murderous look on his face, and his steps were as heavy as a mountain.

At this moment, Fang Yuan was overwhelmed by the Xingxiu Banner who was in a hurry, and trapped by the ten god corpses, how could he hide or stop him?

Seeing this terrifying shot kill him, he could only helplessly watch it hit him...

Rumble!

The spear landed fiercely in front of Fang Yuan, and the tyrannical and boundless wind swept over him immediately.

The surrounding mountains are like sand, cracking layer by layer, flying in disorder.

The ancient trees more than ten feet thick were uprooted one by one and swept in all directions.

The water in the surrounding wild lakes has been evaporated dry, turning into a desert...

Haha, this time, I'm afraid there will be no scum left...

Seeing this scene, the envoy in mid-air burst out laughing happily and clapped lightly.

It took the strength of the three of us to send you back to the west, and it is enough to make you proud!

The hunchback carrying the mountain made a sneer on his face, and then shook his head slightly: It's just a pity for this good body!

Is it dead?

Seeing this scene, Lu Xinyao flew forward and forced Luo Feiling back with a sword, then slowly turned around from mid-air, her eyes glanced at the big pit with no life at all, and the silent Wang Zhou standing in front of the pit, her face seemed a little happy, but at the same time seemed a little regretful, she shook her head lightly, and sighed softly: After all, you died so easily...