(The three sermons were the period when the strength of the masters of various ways was improved, so I was a little bit too long, please forgive me!)

"Zha!" The twelve magical demon cultivators all spit out a mouthful of blood, and immediately lost most of their combat power. Their mental damage was damaged and they barely fell to the roof. However, this was just a sign of attack!

Above the city, the sky color changed from white to blue, and then gradually turned gray from blue to gray, and the sky finally turned gray and black! The clouds of disaster continued to condense, and then the gray-black sky began to rotate. Blue-purple electric snakes seemed to appear from nothing, and then appeared from the gray-black sky, and were sucked into the huge vortex!

There is no suspense, this is a large-scale secret technique of the divine sky!

The vortex became more and more rapid, and huge electric snakes were winding and twisting in the vortex! Suddenly, a huge thunder sounded, and a purple lightning that seemed to be a winding dragon rushed towards the bottom of the city!

Gradually, the range of lightning became wider and wider. In an instant, dense thunder fell from the sky in the entire endless city area.

Even Daluo people were frightened and dared not move rashly. No one dared to compete with such violent thunder! The city defense system that he was proud of was destroyed in an instant, and all the monks were exposed nakedly to lightning.

Then, countless heavenly thunders in the gray-purple tribulation clouds formed a single thunder, and the terrifying power flashed down. The heavenly thunder energy cut through time and space, and instantly struck the twelve guardians.

How could the Twelve Protectors, who were already seriously injured, resist? Watching the lightning slash on their bodies, there was a burst of "crackling" sound, and the twelve Daluo Golden Immortals were immediately destroyed, without any chance to resist.

At this time, Haotian seemed to have entered a state of inexplicable comprehension. He saw him carrying his hands on his back, smiling at the corner of his mouth, forgetting the time, forgetting the place, forgetting the past, forgetting the future, and also forgetting himself...

The heart is empty, without joy, without sorrow, without anger, without resentment, without anything!

Entering that mysterious and ethereal, as if it is merged between heaven and earth, as if it is a baby returning to his mother's arms, feeling extremely comfortable! Under such circumstances, his mind and spiritual cultivation grew at a terrifying speed, and the Divine Sky Thunder Technique also quietly improved.

Thunder and lightning were still falling, and countless demons were destroyed under the lightning of lightning. Haotian seemed to be a bystander, mocking the evil spirits.

"Haotian, are you too much?" At one moment, a cold shout came from afar.

He looked up slightly, Haotian chuckled and said, "Where is King Pan? Just because you are not my opponent!"

"You!... Don't be crazy. I am also an immortal god who listened to the Tao in Zixiao Palace. How could I be afraid of you?" The person who came turned cold, and a terrifying whirlwind rotated at a rapid speed with his right fist as the center, and it continued to shrink.

Seeing this scene, Haotian's face changed, "It's interesting."

The man who came in middle age, had a burly figure, wore purple gold fists, and golden armor, as if he was like a god. He was also one of the three thousand listeners of the Zixiao Palace, and was in the late stage of Daluo Jinxian. He was the master of this city.

The turtle acrobatic became a demon and cultivated his body, and Nan Zhan went on adventure to become the supreme. Three thousand guests in the Zixiao Palace accidentally turned into ashes!

The middle-aged man, a crocodile, was born with divine power, and his fighting spirit erupted. The blood in his body was completely boiling, and he shouted and punched him out.

Where the fist wind passes, the space is broken, the elements are disordered, and the sharp white aura that is extremely sharp and presses against Haotian's soul.

Haotian is like a sculpture that has been built for billions of years. From the eternal stand to the present, it is as solid as a rock and not moved by external objects. Faced with the unprecedentedly powerful attack of the middle-aged man, Haotian just smiled faintly and grabbed it with one hand.

Five energy beams of various colors formed instantly and quickly faced the fist. During the flight, white qi turned into swords, green qi turned into staff, black qi turned into turtles, red qi turned into phoenixes, yellow qi turned into mountains, and the five qi entangled. When they contacted the fist, a thousand feet of light suddenly burst out, and energy from each system swept across the four directions.

The middle-aged city lord's expression changed drastically. He finally realized the difference with Haotian. He roared and a sky-holding hammer appeared in his hand. "Ah" screamed and rushed forward.

Haotian slowly stretched out his other hand and patted it lightly at the void. Suddenly, his mind and mind merged with the boundless time and space. The copper hammer that the middle-aged city lord was bound to be obtained was steadily caught by a white palm.

Suddenly, purple gold light burst out from the white palm, and thunder in the palm quietly attacked. Thunder and lightning were instantly transmitted to the middle-aged man through the copper hammer. The Demon Cultivation City Lord howled and was charred black.

Taking action at will will make the monks in the late Daluo period dangerous and ruthlessly attack the beliefs of all the citizens.

"Does the heaven forget myself in the Southern Xinjiang City?" An old demon cultivator looked into the sky with tears on his face and a hint of hoarseness in his voice.

A demon cultivator dressed in a general, with a hint of confusion and despair on his face, sighed and said slowly: "Everyone will run away."

"The omnipotent Lord Pan, I pray for your arrival!" In the city lord's mansion, a group of strangely dressed monks knelt together, muttering words, as if they were performing some kind of summoning. Haotian glanced at this direction faintly, thinking about something.

The power of Shenxiao Tianlei is so powerful that the middle-aged city lord's blood seeps out from every part of his body, and his whole body is like a bloody man. The middle-aged man looked at Haotian, then at the city, smiled bitterly, and his whole body turned into a blood light and flew towards the south at a rapid speed.

"I want to escape?" Haotian mocked her face, made one hand gestures, pointed at the sky and pointed it.

"Swish~", an invisible phantom purple-gold light arrow formed in the sky, and then instantly turned into a stream of light and shot into the distance.

"Ah!" A creepy scream came from a distance, Haotian smiled faintly, and all the demons in the city shuddered.

Haotian's strength and means have exceeded their means. If it weren't for the thunder, the Nanjiang City would have been a dead city!

The thunder sounded, the purple eyes stared, the breath of death was getting closer and closer, and the entire southern Xinjiang city was silent, and only a "bang" heartbeat was heard.

Bang bang! Bang bang bang bang bang!

"I can't stand it." Some demons with low strength could not resist the attacks from the soul level, and they roared and exploded.

"Rumbling" sounds continued, and houses collapsed, and howling sounds reappeared.

Haotian seemed to have no intention of taking action, but just stood quietly in the city wall, as if everything had nothing to do with it.

At some point, Haotian suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the sky above the city lord's mansion with purple gold eyes, and murmured: "Are you finally back?"

A "buzzing" sounded faintly around, and the space seemed to condense, and all the nearby trees and monsters were still, as if they were frozen by an invisible force.

The "buzzing" sound contains a powerful soul attack, whistling towards the city wall.

"It's Lord Pan, we are saved!" Feeling the familiar aura, many monks cried with joy. In their hearts, the Pan Pan, the Southern Xinjiang, is always an invincible myth and the guardian saint!

Haotian's heart was inexplicably expectant and nervous. Although the King of Pan of Southern Xinjiang had seen him twice in Zixiao Palace, he was hidden and silent, and no one knew his true level.

The turmoil in time and space became more and more obvious. At some point, a thin figure suddenly appeared.

The visitor was a thin old man with a black robe all over his body, and he came to Haotian like a god, like a god.

The old man looked like a torch and asked calmly: "Where is the fellow Taoist coming from? Nanjiang City has nothing to do with fellow Taoist, why did this cause?"

"Nothing else, come and meet you later!" Haotian's eyes closed slightly, and his spirit quietly reached its peak.

The wrinkled face of the ancestor Pan Wang could not see any change in expression. He waved his black robe and pulled back, keeping a certain distance from Haotian.

The eyes are facing each other, the energy is flying, the space is "squeaking" and the city walls and houses are turned into powder one by one.

Haotian and Pan Wang frowned, raised their bodies together, and turned into two rays of light and flew straight into the distance.

Somewhere in the southern border, on the top of the opposite mountain peak, two figures stand opposite each other.

The energy in the space is twisted and sounds of spiritual explosions from time to time. The momentum of the two has begun to compete. The spirit of the masters is particularly important. Often, there is no need for bloody fighting to harm the other party through the trajectory of the heavenly path. The energy is filled with energy, and the stalemate is getting more and more violent, and the explosion sounds are endless, like gorgeous fireworks blooming around.

Some bold impotent cultivators' face turned pale as soon as their spiritual consciousness touched this area, spewing out a mouthful of essence and blood, and their souls were immediately seriously injured. The battle between the Immortals, the power and the wide range of impacts, are very reasonable and measurable.

Gradually, sweat beads oozed between Haotian and Pan Wang's foreheads, and their clothes made a sound of rushing sounds, and their hair flew, and the duel of momentum had reached a white-hot stage.

Everything around was quiet, only the stalemate sound of momentum collision. In the distance, in the southern border city, countless eyes stared quietly in this direction, and all the monks held their breath, silent. They prayed to witness the charm of King Pan, and hoped to gain some insight from this extraordinary battle, even if the probability was very low.

As time went by, the mountains where the two stood became bare due to their energy. Suddenly, Haotian and Pan Wang were shocked and took a few steps back.

However, the two were of equal auras and neither of them got any advantage.

Perhaps because of the release of force under your feet, the two mountains swayed and collapsed with a loud bang. The two roared and palmed towards them.

When his palms faced each other, a flash of light flashed in Haotian's eyes, and his momentum suddenly increased, and the power of the Shenxiao thunder poured out. The Pan King's face, which had not changed for millions of years, finally shook slightly, and from the palm to the fist, a black cold light rose.

From the contact just now, Haotian had clearly felt the terrifying domineering aura of King Pan. At this moment, the aura suddenly changed and became cold and vicious, as if it exuded inexplicable power and penetrated directly into the soul.

"The law of poison!", feeling the lesions in the body's function, Haotian's face turned correct.

If it weren't for the fact that the body had been tempered with the heavenly thunder to be comparable to the innate spiritual treasure, Haotian might have been completely destroyed with this blow alone.

"I am worthy of being a descendant of the Taoist ancestors, and the law of creation is amazing!" The King of Pan was not discouraged, and he smiled indifferently, turned his fist into a grab, and tore it up suddenly.

The majestic energy hit, and violent air balls were instantly generated in the space, as if countless invisible sharp blades tearing apart the time and space between the two.

Haotian had an illusion that the palm of Pan Wang seemed to have become countless invincible swords, tearing apart everything that was blocking him.

Taoist body was floating in the air, facing the gale wind, his eyes closed, instantly matching Tianxu. Haotian pointed a lightly, his expression was solemn, and he slowly spit out a word, "Go!"

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Chapter completed!