"court death!"

When he saw the fifth level of Tongtian Realm, he dared to take the initiative to attack and slaughter his Murong Tianlin. The Zhao family cultivator in the eighth level of Tongtian Realm was full of glare and had a momentum. He bombarded his palm, and the storm blew up like a flood breaking the dam, blowing withered and rotten, and could sweep a forest into a place where no grass could grow.

In order not to have any accidents, Murong Tianlin's entire body was roaring and burning, and there was a scorching light outside his body.

"The Fiery Sun is Unmistakable!"

This is an extremely powerful secret technique of killing and killing. Only the direct bloodline of the Murong family can be studied.

Murong Tianlin used his cultivation level in the fifth level of the Tongtian Realm, and his flesh and blood were crystal clear, dust-free and dirty. The vigorous aura that burst out from the pores of the flesh and blood, and the scorching light set him off as if a nine-day sun had instantly destroyed the offensive of the Zhao family cultivators.

With the crackling sound of fire and electric stones, Murong Tianlin stood in front of the monk Zhao family. With a wave of the folding fan in his hand, the mountains and rivers depicted on the fan were shining brightly, as if they had come alive. One by one, the wilderness of the sky covered the sky broke out from the fan and attacked heavily on the body of the monk Zhao family.

"Secret Treasure!" The fourth elder of the Zhao family, standing in the sky outside the courtyard, had a slight look on his eyes.

The most common secret treasure is to be sacrificed and refined by a saint with great magic power.

Generally speaking, those who can hold a secret treasure in the younger generation are not because they have great opportunities, but they have obtained it from some treasure ruins, which means they have an extraordinary background.

No matter which situation, the fourth elder of the Zhao family looked very good. A secret treasure could add a lot of combat power. After Murong Tianlin used the power of the secret treasure folding fan, he obviously gained the upper hand. The Zhao family cultivator who was hit by several prehistoric mountains flew out of the yard after three liters of vomiting blood. His internal organs were cracked, and his aura fell to a low point and he could not recover.

"Damn kid! You are so despicable. You actually rely on the power of the secret treasure and have the ability to compete with me one-on-one. Don't use external objects!" The monk of the Zhao family, who was consciously disgraced, shouted hysterically.

"Even if you don't need a secret treasure and a one-on-one competition, you are not my opponent. I just don't want to waste time." Murong Tianlin sneered and looked at the fourth elder of the Zhao family and said, "Old thing, it's still time for you to leave now."

"The prince is crazy." The fourth elder of the Zhao family stood in a cold and stern courtyard and said, "I, the fourth elder of the Zhao family, had cultivated to the Xuanhuang realm decades ago. Don't say that you, a junior, have a secret treasure in your hand. Even if you have an emperor's killing weapon, you will still surrender at my feet today!"

A powerful force field belonging to the Xuanhuang Realm level, a fierce tiger descending the mountain and a dragon heading out of the sea, was vast and mighty, crushing the sky, gushing out of the thin body of the fourth elder of the Zhao family. There were also wisps of the aura of the great way beating outside his body, flashing, giving people a sense of extreme threat.

As we all know, if a monk kills the Tao, he can make every move and move, and there is a difference between an ordinary person and an immortal person from a monk below the Tao.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying: There are all ants under the Tao! If a monk cannot slash the Tao, he will be ants living in the mud.

As the last level under the Dao of Slaying the Dao, the body of the fourth elder of the Zhao family has undoubtedly given birth to some traces of the Dao.

When he showed his power unscrupulously, he would appear a hazy and blurry outside his body, and it was this trace of the great way that could reflect the power of the Xuanhuang Realm!

If nothing unexpected happens, Ye Lingtian and Murong Tianlin combined will not be able to resist the attack of the fourth elder of the Zhao family.

"Kneel down!"

With his turbid and gloomy eyes kicked, the fourth elder of the Zhao family let out a loud and powerful, shocking roar like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

This invisible and formless roar carries the breath of the great way, which can defeat a person's spirit from the level of will and souls.

Murong Tianlin's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his eyes were black.

Ye Lingtian was light and the clouds were light, and the wisps of the Divine King's energy outside his body rippled independently to protect his body.

"Who are you yelling at me?"

In an inappropriate scene, the big black cat walked out with his chest raised and his head raised.

Looking at the big black cat with square head and ears, strong body as strong as a cow, shiny fur, and stable as Mount Tai under his momentum, unmoved and sarcastic face. The fourth elder of the Zhao family was a little unbelievable. The more than 100 monks of the Zhao family outside the yard were also staring at each other.

"What kind of ferocious beast? Can you still speak human words?"

"Some rare spirit beasts can indeed understand people's words early, but this black cat... is not afraid of the powerful pressure of the fourth elder's Xuanhuang realm, which is the most incredible."

The monks of the Zhao family were talking and looking at each other.

The big black cat jumped to the sky and said, "No one here today is going to run away. All of you ants are the prey of me!"

"Get me down with no one who knows how to live or die!" The fourth elder of the Zhao family stretched out with one hand, and the great way followed him, as if he had the ability to pick stars and pinch the moon!

"Crazy!"

Clouds in all directions move, the sky is dim and the earth is dark, the sun and the moon are decaying, and ghosts cry and howl.

The great emperor formation patterns depicted inside and outside the courtyard suddenly awaken in the thought of the big black cat.

The emperor formation pattern carved by this dead cat has a kind of evil prehistoric aura that is omnipresent, sweeping across the vast world, killing the nine heavens and ten earths. After awakening, it is like a big millstone that crushes the gods and demons, and is blown away and harvesting the lives of hundreds of Zhao family monks outside the courtyard.

The surviving monks of the Zhao family were all top-level real-life cultivators, but their livers and gallbladders were broken, their faces were ashes, and their blood fell to the ground.

"...Oh my God, this... this is a peerless killing formation!"

"Can that dead cat move the killing formation? Is this still a cat?"

Looking around, the blood was dripping with bones, and several monks of the Zhao family who escaped from crushing and killing were all trembling.

Under this terrifying and dark emperor killing formation, the fourth elder of the Zhao family was filled with uneasy fear, trembling with his old and thin body, and said indescribable; "...you... are you a corner of the emperor killing formation?"

It has to be said that the emperor-level array pattern reveals too much energy and shines through the past and present, and runs through the mortal world, and is not comparable to any level of peerless killing formation.

Even if the fourth elder of the Zhao family had never witnessed the Emperor's formation pattern with his own eyes, he could be sure that the big black cat in the sky released the evaporated peerless killing formation, which must have shocked the devil and cried the gods and chaoticized the ancient and modern emperor-level formation pattern.

"I know how powerful I am, why don't you kneel down obediently!" The big black cat raised his head and said with a smug look on his head.
Chapter completed!