The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 2700 The danger of killing the battlefield!
Chapter 2700 The danger of killing the battlefield!
After Taiwuzong bowed respectfully to the statue, he sighed.

At this time, a white-haired old man walked behind Taiwu Zong and patted him on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

"Brother, what do you think I should do when the killing field encounters a catastrophe?"

Taiwuzong looked at the white-haired old man like a discouraged ball, with a slightly respectful expression.

This person is a generation of geniuses and monsters in the Taiqing Palace, but it is a pity that he was attacked by a traitor, and now he has become half a waste.

In the Taiqing Palace, many strong people looked down on him.

However, Taiwuzong has always respected this senior brother very much.

"The vast universe, the reincarnation of the universe, the birth and death of all things, and the number of freedom, since it is an evildoer who can escape the fate, he will definitely be able to lead the killing field to overcome this crisis."

The white-haired old man seemed to see through everything, smiled lightly, and continued to sweep the floor.

Lord Taiwu was puzzled, but after a while, he finally raised his head in shock, "Brother, you... have recovered, have you reached that level?"

"Oh, brother, brother, I'm afraid that this injury will never heal. As for reaching that level, I can't improve my cultivation, even if I have the realm of the emperor of heaven, so what can I do."

The old man sighed. Few people in the world can heal his dark wounds.

Unless it is the help of the heaven-defying magic medicine, or entering the chaotic flames controlled by the Titans to be reborn.

Otherwise, he would never want to get rid of the coldness in his body and restore his peak cultivation in his life.

And no matter how high the realm is, it is useless without a matching cultivation base.

"Brother, I understand, but no, you want to send some strong people to help you?"

Tai Wuzong took a deep breath, and then looked at the white-haired old man like a child.

Whenever he couldn't help it, he would come to ask this senior brother for advice.

"The strong Asuras are powerful. In my Daoist world, there are no warriors at the limit of the Broken Realm. Others will just die when they enter."

"But, just wait like this?"

Taiwuzong felt uneasy, if the killing field was damaged, he would become a sinner.

"Killing may be the catalyst for the progress of the strong, but it will inevitably cause major damage. I will seal your cultivation base for you and let you enter the killing field to help them fight."

The old man pondered for a moment, then looked at Taiwuzong calmly.

He suddenly felt that the killing field might disappear forever in this battle.

After the words fell, Tai Wuzong sat down quickly, but saw the old man flipped his hand, and a divine sword condensed out beside him.

call out!
As soon as the divine sword appeared, it flew around him like a child, looking extremely excited.

"Old man, I haven't seen you for many years, I thought you were rusty."

His eyes dimmed. For so many years, his only comfort was that this divine sword never left him.

"Junior Brother, I will use this sword to seal your cultivation and put you at the limit of the Broken Realm. The rest is up to you."

"Thank you, brother, for your help!"

Taiwuzong thanked him, although he himself can proclaim himself a cultivation base, but this kind of self-appointment cannot deceive the eyes of the rules at all.

Only his senior brother can do it with the divine sword in his hand.

Because of this divine sword, it is rumored that the sword spirit is the divine weapon used by the Taiqing Patriarch.

The divine sword spun around Taiwuzong quickly, and Taiwuzong's cultivation base also instantly regressed.

After just a moment of effort, he has already retreated to the limit of the Broken Realm.

That divine sword also entered Taiwuzong's body to complete the final seal.

At this time, the old man also seemed to have suddenly aged several decades, exuding an aura like a rotten wood.

"Go."

"Yes, brother!"

Taiwuzong nodded, and then left the ancestor's ancestral hall.

In the slaughtering battlefield, at this time, monstrous waves startled, and the killing power rioted.

The earth shook, and huge deep pits appeared.

The entire killing field seemed to be falling into the doomsday.

At the eastern end of the killing field, a divine sword sank into the sky.

This divine sword is surrounded by infinite killing power, and endless blood flies around the divine sword.

A hundred feet away from the divine sword, a white-haired figure stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the divine sword indifferently.

Around Aliba, several strong men fell to the ground, lifeless.

"Shangqing sword, the sword that belongs to the emperor of Shangqing, will be destroyed in the hands of this old man today!"

With a sneer, the white-haired Aliba started to move, constantly plundering around the divine sword, and arranged formations that would attract the killing power one by one.

With his strength, it is obvious that even if his teeth are broken, it is impossible to destroy the divine sword that is equipped with the emperor of the Qing Dynasty.

However, in this killing field, after tens of thousands of years of accumulation, the killing power has reached a terrifying level.

As long as he guides the power of killing a little, he can use the sword to kill the sword.

It is also very simple to destroy this divine sword.

Of course, the most important thing is that now this divine sword has lost its sword spirit, so he can do whatever he wants.

Rumble!
The killing power rioted, and the entire area around the Excalibur became a forbidden area for destruction.

During the riot, the Excalibur broke inch by inch and disappeared quickly.

And the centripetal force formed by the divine sword also dissipated at this time, and the infinite killing power dispersed in all directions like a flood.

The earth collapsed, and there were huge cracks one after another, making people terrified.

Almost half of the sky in the entire killing field fell into this kind of doomsday.

And in the land where Ling Han crossed the sky, the loopholes that were sealed by everyone also shattered at this time.

Chi Chi!

Many strong men were hit by boulders and fell to the ground in an instant, bleeding from their mouths and noses, and gradually lost their vitality.

Some strong men were brought into the vortex by the killing power like a tornado, and instantly became pieces.

"The ancestor has already started to act, and the Eastern Supreme Sword has been destroyed!"

The strong Asura clan gathered together, their faces were full of bitterness. This time, Dao Zunjie might be going crazy.

"No matter what, we must stop our ancestors. At this time, we must use our family's secret technique to bring everyone's cultivation together."

"Abolan, hope is on you. To stop the ancestor's mission, we all entrust it to you."

Everyone looked at A Bolan, wanting to bear everyone's cultivation, I'm afraid only A Bolan could bear it.

Because A Bolan's blood is the thickest among those present.

Of course, there was another reason, they did not dare to face the majesty of their ancestors.

A Bolan might become a sinner of the Asura clan if he left.

A Bolan was fearless, and nodded with all his strength, and then everyone sat down one after another, and began to perform the secret art of the Asura clan.

Everyone surrounded A Bolan, and the vast divine power gathered on him.

Slowly, A Bolan's cultivation level increased rapidly, until the limit of the Broken Realm, and the space was strongly squeezed out, and then it stopped.

At this time, A Bolan felt that with a single punch, he could shatter the mountain in the killing field.

"Everyone, I'll go too!"

A Bolan stood up, stepped on the ground with the sole of his foot, and flew away like a sharp sword.

(End of this chapter)