There are tornadoes in the sky in the distance, and the air waves are steaming.

There were dozens of people from both sides fighting, but there were hundreds of immortals watching nearby.

Among the huge crowd, there are many people with evil intentions, and the avenues surround them, ready to move.

Bang!

Zhishan, who was dressed in a dark red monk's robe, waved out his palm, and the Buddha's light filled the sky. Vajra Dharma Master appeared in the world, and beat back the leader in front of him who was dressed in unicorn robes and holding a war sword.

"Hahahaha~ Yanhou, this is not ten years ago. Do you still think that the world is under the control of Dashang?

This poor monk calls you a Marquis of Yan, do you really think of yourself as a Marquis?

How dare you take action against us without authorization, you are simply desperate!"

"Evil cult thieves and bandits should be punished by everyone. You, a rat in the gutter and a shady character, do you deserve to call me a marquis? You deserve to die!"

The fighting spirit dances in the sky, the divine light shines, and the great road follows, chaos occurs at every turn, and against the power of yin and yang, ordinary gods and gods dare not approach the center of the battlefield.

However, among the four monks, except for the Jade Faced Rat and the Antler Fairy, who are slightly weaker, Zhishan and the Nanshuang Fairy are all real Taoists.

The two of them jointly controlled Rulong Avenue and blocked the sky-wide offensive with ease.

"Marquis Yan, I am just walking with them, not a group. I am not a member of a cult. Don't count me in the cause and effect!"

The jade-faced rat hid behind the monk, chattering non-stop, frantically trying to clear his name.

"Nonsense!"

Marquis Yan fought again with his sword, one against two, and he did not lose at all. Surrounded by several Taoist immortals and more than a dozen immortals, they fought against the deer-antlered jade-faced rat.

The situation on the battlefield did not appear to be overwhelming. Although Yanhou's side had a large number of people, the surrounding immortals were eyeing them with eager eyes and full of demonic aura. There were not many manpower on the court's side.

On the contrary.

Hundreds of people gathered here to watch the immortals. Excluding the 30% of the immortals whose origins were unknown and whose strength was hidden, at least 50% were from the Immortal Court and the Underworld.

Their auras are extremely obvious, either the immortal charm is billowing and they turn into strange beasts occupying the top of their heads and all over the body, or the aura of death is permeated, and their souls are like ghosts, or the demonic aura rises into the sky, with demon heads and bodies, which is obviously not the same as the imperial court.

"Miss Feng, do you know this Marquis Yan?"

"The Marquis named Yan... seems to be the Bowen Hou Yanfeiyu from the north. I have only heard of him once or twice, but have never seen him in person."

Tie Tang saw the general situation around him in the dark, and couldn't help but sigh: "I always feel that the power of the imperial court is not as powerful as the fairy court, and there are many underworlds."

"The official positions in the imperial court are limited, and the number of people that can be recruited must also be limited.

If you look at the number of people alone, the number of people the imperial court has is naturally far inferior to that of the entire world, and even inferior to that of aristocratic families.

These mountain immortals used to hide in the mountains and forests without being born, and they were not contaminated by cause and effect. No one could do anything to them.

As soon as the troubled times came to light, the world's heroes appeared one after another, and the power of the imperial court naturally became weak.

But how can they truly control the general trend of the world?

The people in the court, the immortals who sit highest in the immortal court, and the ghosts who hide deepest in the underworld are the chess players who truly dominate the world.

Number of people is not the key to victory or defeat.

Just like now...

Aren’t you and I also members of the imperial court?”

While the two were talking, the center of the battlefield also entered a stage of intense heat. Bowen Hou Yanfeiyu fought against the heavens and the earth with an immortal sword. The power of the avenue was cracked and shattered like a mirror.

Fairy Nanshuang, who wears a jade ghost face, comes from the Beauty Cult, but her strength is slightly weaker, and she has been seriously injured.

But the Supreme Good Monk was extremely fierce. His body was like the Buddha's Vajra. He could withstand the power of the Immortal Arms, and his magical powers were unparalleled. He forced the Marquis of Yan to withdraw his arms and guard him several times.

"Balu, are you from Daleiyin Temple?"

Naturally, there is no possibility of hiding the life-and-death struggle between the masters.

After a fierce battle, Yan Feiyu completely figured out the origin of Zhishan. Various traces of his skills showed that this person came from the Great Leiyin Temple.

"You think it's just that they don't dare to touch the imperial court's butt, so today it's up to the humble monk to touch the might of the Great Shang Dynasty!"

Zhishan shouted loudly, and his body shape skyrocketed tenfold, turning into the size of a thousand feet, and then entered the ninth level of the clouds. His muscles were bulging, and gold and steel relics grew out of his temples on both sides. There were circles of Buddha's light lingering above his head, and his eyes were wide open.

, not even the jasper ghost face can cover up the overwhelming momentum of the sky.

In particular, his arms seemed to have turned into two real dragons. The joints were bulging, and the muscles were like dragons sitting on them. The energy and blood turned into the rays of the sun, sweeping away evil spirits.

Many ghosts and immortals around were illuminated by the Buddha's light in the sky, and they let out frightening screams, retreating in defeat, not even daring to take a look.

Zhishan just made a move, and forced the onlookers to retreat violently. It was obvious that he wanted to use his great power to kill Yan Feiyu.

The Marquis of Yan was not one to be easily captured, so he immediately launched a fierce battle and soared into the sky.

But halfway along the road, strips of red silk rushed out, wrapping the war weapon tightly. The ribbons were like snakes and pythons intertwined, trying to trap the Marquis of Yan here.

There are two opponents!

Fairy Nanshuang is also a Taoist master, how could she let Yan Feiyu leave so easily?

"Ha~"

There was an angry roar from the top of the head, like the roar of King Kong, thunder and lightning, and the howling of wind and clouds.

Tie Tang raised his head and glanced, with an incredible look on his face.

"I know who this monk is...it's actually him?"

Before Feng Bingyao could ask questions, the Supreme Good in the Sky had already struck a powerful blow.

His body, which was already a thousand feet in size, was already like a sacred mountain, but at this moment, countless golden lights and clouds gathered in front of him, and a finger of the same size appeared.

The fingertips of this finger are densely packed with lines, which are clearly visible in circles. The lines between the fingerprints can accommodate mountains, rivers, and thousands of rivers.

But at this time, the fingertips of the thousand-foot-long giant finger were filled with layers of aura of world-ending disaster.

Boom! Boom!

It was as if a catastrophe was coming and the world was about to be destroyed. With a single press of a giant finger, countless fires and golden light covered the center of the battlefield.

And such a finger...

Tie Tang can too.

It used to be one of his special skills.

【Maha Cave Tribulation Finger】!

It's just that compared to the Maha Cave Tribulation Finger used by Tie Tang in the past, the Supreme Shan finger is countless times stronger, as if this magical power should be used by Supreme Shan.

"The Supreme Good... is the abandoned disciple of the Great Leiyin Temple who created the Maha Cave Tribulation Finger!"

As soon as this thought flashed through Tie Tang's mind, immeasurable divine light exploded in front of him. The mountains beneath his feet collapsed, the earth cracked like a spider web, and thousands of rivers changed their courses.

Down in the void where Yanhou was originally located, a finger hole a hundred feet deep appeared on the ground, and dozens of fragments of Zhan Ge were floating in the void.

The corners of his clothes stained with fresh blood floated in the wind in front of Tie Tang. He grabbed him and disappeared.

Whoosh!

Zhishan flew down from the void, and his body returned to the size of an ordinary person. Thousands of blood beads oozed from his body. Sweat fell from his forehead like rain, his chest heaved up and down, and he gasped for air.

Obviously, the use of such powerful magical powers was a heavy load on him, and he received a lot of backlash.

Fairy Nanshuang stepped forward, but was waved back by Zhishan: "This guy has to block my finger at the cost of losing an immortal weapon, so he must not be dead yet.

His spirit is still below, so quickly search and kill him, the best one can capture him!"

After the winner was decided, the crowd of immortals who were already eager to move around immediately began to fish in troubled waters.

Some people search for Zhan Ge fragments, while others go underground to find Yan Hou's body, storage rings, or other treasures.

For a while.

The world is in chaos.

When Fairy Nanshuang saw this scene, she was not angry but happy: "Yan Feiyu, I'm afraid you never thought it would be like this until your death, right?

Do you think we are just street rats?

Look now, look at these people who are adding insult to injury, who is the real rat on the street?

You thought you were standing under the light, but why don’t you see anyone speaking out for you now?"

She laughed heartily and rushed down like a wild dragon, forcing away a group of people trying to fish in troubled waters to search for Yan Feiyu's soul.

"Here, I see you, don't even think about running away!"

Swish, swish, swish...

Strips of venomous snake-like red silk wrapped around the cracked golden-armored soul.

Seeing that the red silk is about to be obtained.

Poof!

Five fingers as white as jade appeared. The index finger and middle finger turned into scissors. They moved gently up and down to cut dozens of red silk into pieces.

"Dare you compete with me, the Beauty Cult? You are seeking death!" Fairy Nanshuang was frightened and took hundreds of large handprints from a distance.

The five fingers suddenly clenched, three fingers were overlapped, two fingers were pressed on them, and a strange seal was formed with one hand.
To be continued...