Chapter 684: Pride of God

The silence of the three of them made Yuan Qianjun and the others' hearts jump.
One of the tentacles of the huge mouth of the abyss was opened, and Hua Youwei flew out from it, and his little wings circumvented Zhao Shi's attack range, keeping himself within the protection range of the three gods of heaven.
He came to the three of them and didn't say much, and directly handed a jade slip to the three of them: "Three fellow Taoists, this is the information I have collected about this person."
"It clearly shows that no matter in the Southern Territory or other worlds, no one of the highest-ranking monks survived after this person conquered."
"Not to mention the nonsense of keeping the original interests unchanged."
He warned: "Everyone, don't forget what path this person is practicing! It's okay to be evenly matched at this time. After his cultivation base rises and the gap is opened, what will happen to you?"
The expressions of the three changed, and some even showed fear.
After so many years, they know that all the words and promises of people are not credible, but how a person's path can accurately judge his behavior, there are few mistakes.
"Not bad!"
Taixuan Tianjun, who had barely finished healing his wounds, woke up, half of his body had been filled with mana, it was translucent, and the mana and blood flowing in it were vaguely visible. The aura barely stayed in the God Transformation Stage, up and down from time to time.
It has been hurt to the source, even if it can be cultivated well in the future, it is almost impossible to go further.
He looked at Zhao Shi with a deep hatred: "This person is vicious and despicable. He doesn't follow any rules. How can his promise be trusted?"
Zhao Shi did not refute, nor can he refute such prejudicial and idealistic words.
He just smiled and said: "Friend Taixuan Daoist, if you can help me at the critical moment, I will protect your Supreme Sword Sect in the name of the guild, and also help you heal your injuries at the least cost."
"Thief!"
Taixuan Tianjunsen said coldly: "You're afraid that you won't survive today, how come you will be in the future?"
The other three Heavenly Gods sighed helplessly in their hearts.
What Taixuan has lost may have vaguely seen hope again, will he be tempted?
Even if he is really not tempted, he still has to keep his strength in the fight. After all, his life is his own, and he can't help but pin his life on Tai Xuan's conscience.
After all, after so many years, Tai Xuan is not a gentleman.
"Fellow Daoist Ice Lotus, what do you say?"
The decaying corpse spoke softly, but it turned into a billowing thunder that spread in all directions, and the air was transparent and undulating like waves.
The black and white chessboard made by the ancestor of Tianji Pavilion also looked to her at the same time.
She has the strongest strength. Although her reputation in the past was not very good, she did not have any major disadvantages. This is extremely rare in the intriguing world of immortality.
"I don't want to be lonely for many years, it's a battlefield of life and death when I leave the customs."
The ice lotus girl sighed softly, slowly drilled a icy dagger from the palm of her hand, pointed at Zhao Shi, and the ice and snow rules of freezing the void spread to all directions.
"Kill this person, whether you die in battle or anything else.
At least the life we ​​are waiting for can decide on its own, without having to live or die between the thoughts of others. "
"That way, even if I am alive, I cannot accept it."
No matter what the people around her do, her body gradually shattered into ice-colored light spots, all merged into the ice dagger, until it turned into a ferocious ice and snow dragon on the horizon and slew towards the center of the blood sea.
Everything along the way, the raging sea of ​​blood, air, and even space were completely frozen and frozen.
"Attack, target Ice Lotus Tianjun!"
The crisp voice of Taring Lina, who is constantly monitoring the battlefield, spreads to all combat units. The blood-colored stars shook. Based on the blood-sea sword energy accumulated in the stars, the blood-sea kendo rules were used as the bones, and turned into a blood that pierced the sky. Jian Guang.
The attacks of other people instantly enveloped the Ice Lotus Tianjun like a violent storm, freezing everything, and the invincible ice and snow dragon became extremely small under this siege.
"Haha, see you from Daoist Binglian!"
The huge mouth of the abyss that Yuan Qianjun turned into opened and closed and laughed wildly, stepping forward for Ice Lotus Tianjun to intercept his old opponent, the eight-wing blood angel Karina, the black mucus splashed with the tentacles between the teeth. Corroded the space into black spots like insects.
In fact, he even hoped that for Bihu last week, he was 100% sure to defeat the SAARC coalition forces.
It's just that the other party also knows that they are not as good as others in the way of the legion, and they are not willing to confront and try to avoid it.
"The dignified monk, who is smiling and proud in the world, how can he live in the world?"
Taixuan Tianjun sneered, even ignoring his body that had just been seriously injured, and recklessly killed the blood lotus guard army commanded by the three Ouyang Wu, and barely dodge in the blood sea of ​​sword aura that was flying horizontally and horizontally.
The remaining rotten corpses in the Valley of Ten Thousand Corpses and the black and white chessboard of Tianji Pavilion did not hesitate to see this.
The Ice Lotus Tianjun, who was almost out of breath under the siege, only felt that his eyes were empty, and all the attacks against him were caught by his companions.
In the empty place in front of him, there was only a young man in a black robe, and the turbulent sea of ​​blood around him.
The ice dragon growled coldly, spitting out a breath of icy glazed ice dragon: "Die! Blood sea! Cang Qing should return to its original form!"
Zhao Shi, whose protection had been stripped off layer by layer, looked at the dragon's breath that quickly froze his blood sea.
He was expressionless, his body and the sword joined together, and the sea of ​​blood that had not been frozen rolled endlessly, turning into a blood dragon that covered the sky and covered the sun and poured into the blood lotus sword.
A serpentine arc of blood appeared between heaven and earth, slashing across the center of the ice dragon's breath.
The dragon's breath like a icy river was divided into two halves from the center, bursting into a cloud of icy aura and dissipating in the air.
At the end of the dragon's breath, Zhao Shi's true body holding a blood lotus sword was exposed.
His face was pale and dark blue, and there was a thin layer of ice between his eyebrows and hair, and even the blade of the blood lotus sword was covered by a layer of profound ice.
The body is even worse, a bit of ice flower has appeared in the pure blood sea mana, and every flow will bring a knife-like pain to his meridians.
In front of Cang Qing, who was almost the strongest monk in the transformation stage, Zhao Shi, the pseudo-transformation god, was hit hard with one blow!
"Roar!"
The ice dragon's combat experience is extremely old, but the time has arrived after a moment of delay. The pure white mouth opened to dozens of miles of bites, and the more terrifying white mist spread out from the mouth, freezing everything.
The small black spots of the nymphs struggled to escape, but the speed became extremely slow under the erosion of the ubiquitous ice and white fog, and they only had time to fly thousands of meters and were swallowed by the blood sea surrounding dozens of miles. under.
"Zhao Shi!"
The attacks of other SAARC powers of the gods couldn't help but mess up, and the opponent seized the opportunity to chase them, and the morale suddenly became extremely high.
The black and white chessboard and the decaying corpse looked at each other, without a trace, surrounded the huge mouth of the same surprise.