"The world has changed... These days, people in the Spiritual Breathing Realm dare to speak loudly."

The indifferent woman's voice sounded again, and as soon as she finished speaking, a scream came from outside the city, and blood mist filled the air and rose into the sky, like a red streak across the sky, shining on the bright moon and sky.

"Dead...dead!?"

Wang Lingce's old face had already turned pale with fear. Ming Chengjun was a strong man with the same strength as him. He was in the fifth realm of spiritual breath, and he could be regarded as a backbone force. However, he was wiped out almost instantly.

What kind of strength is this?

What kind of cultivation is this?

"My mother...this...did this attract that big shot?"

Wang Lingce's face trembled, and he subconsciously looked up. The skull that was transformed into the sky's clouds was getting lower and lower, and the entire Wangxuan City was within the range of that open mouth.

At this moment, an ancient bronze coffin slowly emerged from the clouds.

Seeing this scene, Wang Lingce's calves felt weak and he collapsed to the ground.

"Sir...you..." Heipao hurriedly stepped forward to help.

Wang Lingce, on the other hand, was as frightened as if he saw a ghost. He pointed at the bronze coffin in the sky and murmured softly.

"The Eight Great Demon Immortals in the World...that...that is Beisha Xuanzhang..."

"What?"

The black robe's expression suddenly changed, his legs softened, and he sat directly on Wang Lingce's face.

Who would have thought that [Beisha Xuanzhang], one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, would appear in a human city in such a majestic manner, in Wangxuan City.

At this moment, even Jiang Chen's expression changed.

He never dreamed that [Beisha Xuanzhang] would be so powerful and terrifying, with no taboos, emerging from the world of mortals, and oppressing the whole city with such a fierce attitude.

"The descendant of the Black Sword...come with me."

The ancient bronze coffin slowly emerged from the clouds, and the terrifying pressure made the entire Wangxuan City tremble.

The eight great demon immortals in the world have the power to destroy heaven and earth, and their power is strong enough to wipe out entire cities in an instant.

"Brother Li...you...you are too awesome...this master is here for you."

In the small courtyard of Beicheng, Shang Xujian looked at Li Mo who came out of the house with a look of admiration.

"Did you eat garlic at night? What is there to envy about losing your life?"

Li Mo's heart was pounding, and his expression became extremely solemn.

A boss of this level is so arrogant that he doesn't remember digging up his opponent's ancestral graves? How could he be noticed by such a master?

"Let's go."

Suddenly, that scornful voice resounded in Li Mo's ears, and the next moment, he was already in the sky, with the ancient bronze coffin within reach.

"Oh my god...you ride on the horse..."

"Um?"

"I mean you, old man..."

Li Mo's expression suddenly changed, and he could faintly feel that there seemed to be waves of life coming from the ancient bronze coffin.

"It's not good, the descendant of Black Sword has been captured."

At this moment, someone exclaimed, and as soon as he finished speaking, he exploded on the spot with a "bang" and turned into a ball of blood mist.

"Beisha... I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still so decisive in killing me."

Suddenly, in Wangxuan City, a golden light shot into the sky and turned into a fluttering scroll. Countless scriptures and small seal scripts flew out from it, and a figure emerged, a hunter in a white robe and a Dharma monk Tongxuan.

"Monk King!?"

The bronze coffin turned around and aimed at the golden figure.

"Beisha, a place that has not been in the capital for eighteen years, are you going to welcome your old friend like this!?"

The solemn voice echoed in the sky above Wangxuan City, making the pressure around everyone immediately disappear.

Wang Lingce looked at the Dharma image appearing in the sky and felt a little at ease.

Among the top masters in the world, Xuantian Qijue can rival the eight great demons and immortals in the world.

Monk King is one of them.

"Dameng Mijuelu? The ancient demon of the West was playing tricks on you back then..."

A burst of indifferent ridicule came from the bronze coffin: "King Monk, if you come here in person, I will look at you one more time. How dare you stop me as a shadow?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clouds hanging down from the sky let out a roar that shook the sky and the earth. The huge skull suddenly fell down, the sea of ​​blood was boundless, and the mouth was as big as an abyss, and it suddenly swallowed the unfolding scroll.

At the same time, the bronze coffin rushed towards the generals, like a big star falling into the mortal world, smashing the bright shadow of golden light into pieces.

Rumble…

The aftermath spread like a violent wind, affecting the entire Wangxuan City. Buildings collapsed one after another, and streets were destroyed... All living beings were terrified, as if the end was coming.

Everyone stared at the terrifying coffin in the sky with their eyes wide open.

This is the spirit of the Eight Great Demon Immortals in the world. Even in Wangxuan City, they are lawless and have no taboos.

The bronze coffin didn't stay, turned around, and was about to take Li Mo away.

"Oh...just stay."

The world was quiet, and suddenly, a soft voice slowly sounded from the outskirts of Wangxuan City.

Immediately afterwards, a bright sword light shot up into the sky, as white as snow and as lonely as autumn. In an instant, the entire night sky was dyed frosty white by this sword light.

This sword is as stunning as ever.

This sword illuminates the sun and the moon immeasurably.

This sword is unparalleled in the world.

"This is……"
Chapter completed!