The news of Ye Fan's bloodbath of ancient sects spread throughout the ruins.
Whether it was the demonic forces or the cities and sects of the human race, they were all shocked.
Prior to this, Ye Fan had already become well-known in the ruins, and was hailed as "the first arrogant of all ages."
But the battle of Burial Dragon Valley made Ye Fan completely embark on the altar!
World War I, Fengshen!
More importantly, after beheading eight sect masters and hundreds of true celestial queens one after another, Ye Fan was not seriously injured, and he still had enough energy to flatten those ancient sects and destroy their orthodoxy.
With such a shocking power, let alone suppressing the ruins, looking through the long history, there are few people who can match Ye Fan!
And now, the only surviving of the nine ancient sects is the real martial arts sect.
Everyone knows that the true leader of the Zhenwu Dao Sect is not the real master Xuanfeng, but the Supreme Elder who has lived for more than two thousand years.
Rumor has it that the Supreme Elder had already survived the Eightfold Tribulation a long time ago, and his current strength cannot be guessed.
But there is no doubt that it must be the top of the ruins.
On one side is a young genius who turned out to be born, with a sharp edge!
On one side is the famous giant who has been in retreat for many years, unfathomable!
This duel will surely shock the ruins, and naturally attracts many powerful men from other forces to watch the battle in Zhenwu Dao Sect.
In just a few days, outside the mountain gate of Zhenwu Dao Sect, there were already thousands of masters from various sects gathered in groups.
"Stab!"
Suddenly, a divine rainbow cut through the sky and came from the east.
Looking into the distance, I saw the man with a piercing look, bright eyes and amazing aura. He was wearing a gray robe, a nine-bead crown, and a peach wood sword.
Between the gestures, it seemed to be integrated with the heaven and the earth, with a mysterious and profound Taoism, he was clearly a powerhouse at the Sect Master level, not much more than that of the Profound Wind.
After seeing that veteran, many experts in the field couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's the Sect Master Dong Haichuan! Unexpectedly, he couldn't help but broke through!"
The Seven Star Sect is a sect born in the land of the deserted ruins. The Patriarch was a certain Taoist power thousands of years ago, and inherited many unique magical secret techniques.
Seek dragons and tap acupuncture points, the gods and demons, the plum blossoms are easy to count, and the souls are seized...
Therefore, although the Seven Star Sect is not an ancient sect, its status in the ruins is quite high.
And Dong Haichuan, the Sect Master of the Seven Stars, was rumored to be unable to retreat in order to practice a secret technique a hundred years ago.
This time, he did not hesitate to break through the barriers and show up here, thus proving that this battle, the status in his mind, even surpassed his own Taoism!
"Rumble..."
The next moment, suddenly there was a muffled thunder in the southwestern sky.
Immediately afterwards, a purple electric mad dragon, like a glimpse of light, swept towards the Linghu lake, the speed far exceeded the limit that a mortal eye could catch.
And that horrible breath, even if it is far away, is shocking.
However, after one breath, the thunder and lightning dissipated, but there was a tall and burly figure beside Linghu.
The man wore an indigo-blue robe and was about 40 years old. His appearance was majestic, with tiger eyes and lion nose, and dragon eyebrows in his temples, giving a sense of killing and decisiveness.
What is even more shocking is that hundreds of bursts of thunder are lingering around him, constantly making crackling noises, protecting him like qi.
In the thunder, he is like the legendary Thor!
"It's the sect master of the Zixiao Heavenly Thunder Gate-Zao Wou-ki!"
For the first time, someone recognized the origins of this strong man who came to ride thunder.
Lei Fa is one of the most powerful magical powers in the world, but its cultivation threshold is also difficult to climb!
The Zixiao Heavenly Thunder Gate cultivates the legendary Zixiao Heavenly Thunder. The standards for accepting disciples are extremely strict. Only those who are born to communicate with the power of thunder and lightning in nature can be admitted into the gate.
And such a person, only one or two in a million people may be born, so the disciples of the Purple Heavenly Thunder Gate are extremely rare.
Moreover, most of the disciples under the sect were irritable and vigorous, and would offend some disciples of other sects without realizing it.
However, the strength of the disciple of the Zixiao Tianlei Sect is beyond doubt.
The sect master Zao Wou-ki is also a six-fold powerhouse of the Tribulation, and he also possesses an ancient treasure, a divine thunder that can provoke the heavens, with infinite power.
Seeing these two Sect Master level powerhouses, the cultivators onlookers became more excited, looking forward to the ultimate battle even more.
At this time, Zao Wou-ki of the Thunder Gate of Purple Clouds suddenly said to Dong Haichuan on the side: "Brother Haichuan, unknowingly, you and I have not seen each other for more than a hundred years? I did not expect to see you again, but it was not The exchanges between you and me are waiting for a grand battle!"
"Hahaha..."
Dong Haichuan let out a hearty laugh, and said: "Brother Wuji, you and I want to fight anytime and anywhere, but if you miss the supreme demeanor of the predecessors of Guanglingzi, I am afraid Dong Mou I will regret it forever!"
"Korean, Xi can die! Even if Dong's magical powers have reached the final juncture, but after learning the news of this battle, he still risked abandoning his previous achievements and came to watch the battle!"
"Yes!" Zao Wou-ki nodded and continued: "This level of battle has already touched the original power between heaven and earth. We have been stagnant in the same realm for a hundred years, and cannot break through! If we can snoop out the slightest from this battle, After comprehending one or two, you may be able to realize it immediately, and make progress!"
Hearing these words, Dong Haichuan nodded, deeply impressed.
"By the way! Brother Haichuan, who do you think will be the final winner in this duel?" Zao Wou-ki asked again.
"amount……"
Dong Haichuan pondered for a moment, and said: "It should be the predecessor of Guanglingzi! Although that Ye Fan is from Yunhai Xianmen, he is amazing and beautiful, he is too young after all! In my opinion, he should be. There is a special adventure, but if you have combat experience, you will definitely not be able to compare to Senior Guanglingzi!"
"I think so too!"
Zao Wou-ki said: "The most important thing is the practice practiced by the predecessors of Guanglingzi, but the legendary "Nine Deaths and Longevity Sutra"! Although in today's world, no one has seen him make a move with his own eyes, but in various ancient books, But it records the power of this magical power!"
"Once trained, the gods block and kill the gods, the Buddhas block and kill the Buddhas, the heavens and the earth, I am the only one! In addition, the predecessor Guanglingzi has lived for more than two thousand years, how can he not have the killer at the bottom of the box!"
"In this duel, the outcome should be three to seven! Ye Fan will occupy three, and Guanglingzi will occupy seven!"
...
In the next half day, several Sect Master level powerhouses appeared, including the city masters of several human cities.
The heroes gather, the heroes gather!
It can be said that with the exception of those powerhouses who are close to life and death and it is really difficult to come out, the remaining masters have either already arrived at Zhenwu Dao Sect or are on their way.
However, none of Ye Fan's subordinates, such as the Qingjiao King, the ancestor of the scorpion man, the true person Xuanfeng, and Yue Linfeng, were present.
In addition to the real martial arts, many powerful people waited for a few days, but found nothing.
Some people became impatient and couldn't help but complain:
"What's the matter? That Ye Fan hasn't come yet, wouldn't it be persuaded?"
"It's possible! What a bullshit, the first arrogant one, after doing it for a long time, he is a bully and afraid of hardship!"
"Then we ran for nothing? For the sake of this extraordinary battle, many bigwigs broke through, and the kid was afraid to come. Wouldn't it be tricking us all?"
Just when these monks were complaining, a vast and majestic aura suddenly rose from a hundred miles away from the East, even the master-level powerhouse could not match it.
In an instant, there was no sound in the noisy venue.
The monks who complained before all shut up, and there was a fishbone stuck in their throat, and they couldn't even send a word.
Because they know--
Ye Fan, here comes!
