Chapter 707 – Altar Ten Great Yuanji Masters

Chapter 707 – Sacrificial Altar Top Ten Yuanji Masters
Among the two hundred martial artists such as Nangong Qitian and Zhang Jiujing, there was by no means a lack of people who were extremely dedicated to martial arts aptitude and proficient in creating it, and there was no lack of people who had lived long enough to come out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Their eyesight and wrist is absolutely not weak, just in the mountains and forests here slow a chip, a defeat again and again.

However, they completely dared not imagine who in the world would be able to challenge twelve of the top most talented disciples and elite Spiritual Stage experts from various great sects under the same realm.

In their inherent impression, it would only be right for a random one of these people to go and challenge a group of ordinary casual martial artists of the same realm.

But now they understood that someone could, this person Xin Zhuo who had saved the eighteen clans in the first place, who was the young headmaster of the Xuan Heavenly Sword Sect, the enigmatic Houtian.

“Boom ……”

Hundreds of miles around the saint monument in the distance, the sky was stirred by the power of Taiji, the red moon was no longer visible, and the fine rain also formed a vortex of hundreds of miles like a tornado, in which the mountain peaks collapsed, the ancient trees were broken, and the chaotic rocks burst out as if the sky and the earth were flying sands and stones, and it was a mess.

Twelve figures, divine bodies, bloodline visions one more terrifying than the other, martial arts, divine abilities one more terrifying than the other, even if a random person among them made a move, it would be very difficult for these two hundred people of their own to fight!
In front of the absolute martial realm, numbers were useless.

However, the Xin Zhuo who is now surrounded by them, does not have half a bit of the left and right lousy, his body seems to be flooded with golden light, a spiritual treasure is bright and dazzling, one person and a sword, rolled up the nine dragons of sword light, each strike is bound to be like a dragon soaring, each sword must be like a ghost and god.

Sword art of the exquisite!
The thickness of the means!
Changes of the Mahayana!
It was breathtaking and could be called a ghostly art!
He wasn’t even afraid of divine bodies and bloodline visions.

Therefore, each strike must repel one person.

“The world’s mortal bodies should be righted by Young Sect Master Xin!”

“The only one with amazing talent is Young Sect Master Xin!”

This was the heartfelt evaluation of the two hundred martial artists, and it definitely did not contain half a bit of false and pompous boasting.

And in the sky above the Sage Monument, Seven Teeth and the other twelve people’s faces became extremely ugly.

As opponents, they could best feel Xin Zhuo’s terrifying strength.

His strength was enough to top an ordinary martial artist ten times over, he was unexpectedly unafraid of divine bodies and bloodline visions, his sword technique you couldn’t understand, and he was able to steadily overwhelm the twelve people he faced.

Even if he was furious, he had to admit that this was an incomprehensible demon, and he had the qualifications to speak out of turn.

“If that’s all, Xin Zhuo, are you really as naive as you can be, saying something about giving us a chance?”

At this moment, Seven Teeth suddenly flew back in the air, a dense and incomparable demonic evil aura rising around his body.

The remaining eleven people all retreated backwards, their aura climbing again, even more terrifying than before.

“Twelve people fighting for their lives, it’s time to split the winners and losers.”

Zhang Jiujing and a group of others subconsciously took a step forward, their faces gleaming green and white.

Lord Zhao Yi’s two fingers were flooded with radiant sword intent.

However, Xin Zhuo was silent and even stopped attacking, only cupping his sword with both hands and making a gesture to resist.

“Boom boom boom ……”

The light in the sky was extremely shocking and killing, going straight towards Xin Zhuo to kill him, and in the eyes of the group of martial artists in the distance, it was enough to destroy even a large sect mountain gate.

Xin Zhuo was thoroughly buried, as if at the end of his strength –

The protective Nine Square Jade sent by Jiang Yuwei had been shattered alive, the

The Young Sect Master Szun’s Seven Phoenix Robe, the Tiger’s Whistle Seal, and the Nine Phoenix Jade Pendant Seal were shattered one after another.

It is the coiled dragon gold crown was also dropped by a blow.

A golden color was broken, revealing white skin.

Long hair was spread out, and the corner of his mouth contained a trace of blood.

“You Houtian Bastard, wasting time, arrogant! Ignorant! Arrogant!”

Bai Zong couldn’t help but curse angrily, and immediately wanted to slash his palm.

However, at that moment, Xin Zhuo raised his head fiercely, his eyes radiating a dense killing intent, and his right hand fiercely grabbed.

Countless purple booming thunderbolts instantly descended, and the entire front of the Sage Monument was as if it was plunged into a terrifying thunder pool.

The twelve people’s faces changed drastically and they immediately dodged in haste, but they were still struck with soreness and numbness all over their bodies.

The thunder wasn’t enough, immediately after that, the twenty-eight mile Spiritual Platform Intent Extreme Killing Illusion suddenly descended, bringing with it the nine mile Immortal Execution Platform and the nine mile Haotian Throne Shadow, and striking down with a roar.

Hastily dodging twelve people’s faces changed again, had no choice but to call out their respective spirit platform idea extreme kill phantom to resist, but at most only ten miles in size, simply like a child against adults!
All of this was precisely in the gap between the crowd’s moves had been exhausted and had not yet rested their breath!
“Boom boom boom–“

The ground of the entire Sage Monument, hundreds of miles in circumference, sank several feet, a terrifying storm swept away, and Nangong Qitian’s group of people had to move away again in anxiety.

“Damn it!”

Seven Teeth and the others only felt uncomfortable and their spiritual platforms were in a daze, they couldn’t help but curse out, but in a haze, they saw that Xin Zhuo came in a flash.

The twelve people were unwilling to sit back and wait for death, violently rushing to go, the weapons in their hands were all rolled up with brilliant Taiji power.

Xin Zhuo but bizarrely threw away the sword, hands very fast sealing, a simple and ancient Cangran, severe to the extreme, as if the old man millions of years ago in the ancient river in the breath of Mo suddenly appeared.

Without waiting for a group of people to react, Xin Zhuo stretched out a finger.

With this finger, a group of completely different from today’s world attire of golden armor cavalry silhouettes, with the momentum of mountains and seas, swooped down, not yet close to, and have turned into the blade of the Sumeru.

Looking straight at the golden-armored cavalrymen and looking diagonally at the blade of Sumeru. The scene was extremely bizarre and terrifying.

The twelve people’s eye pupils contracted, their complexion changed greatly, and they immediately resisted with all their strength, but they couldn’t even block for half a breath.

“Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff……”

Blood spilled into the air, the twelve figures were like rags, miserably flying backwards on their backs.

The three loose cultivator Spiritual Platform Realm Ninth Heaven experts died on the spot.

The remaining nine, their bodies were crippled, their bones were shifted, and they were drenched in blood, their faces no longer had any semblance of blood on them.

This scene seemed to be frozen for a moment.

The two hundred martial artists in the distance looked on in bewilderment, only feeling their scalps exploding and their hearts in turmoil.

One strike bloodstained the sky.

Twelve people fell in one strike!

It turns out that Xin Zhuo has been building up momentum and showing weakness, only waiting for this sure-kill blow, what kind of heart is this person?
At this time, Xin Zhuo has already caught the Tianwu sword that was just thrown up, abandoning the eight people, with a determined killing intent to go straight to the white vertical chopping.

“Xin Zhuo! Young Sect Leader, spare my life, it’s not easy for me to cultivate, Bai Mou will look up to you from now on, please ……”

In the flying retreat, Bai Zong, who was not yet dead, could see his intention and forced himself to endure his injuries, hissing with all his strength.

“Puh–“

Without any response, the Heavenly Crow Sword cut through an arc, and his head flew up high, his eyes still carrying unwillingness and despair.

“Bang Bang Bang ……”

The remaining eight people then crashed to the ground, once again spitting out blood, their breath dying.

Twenty breaths, twelve people fell!
Xin Zhuo similarly fell to the ground, holding his sword in his right hand, blood dripping and sliding from the tip of his sword, looking back at the Sage Monument.

Twenty breaths had passed!
There is no more time!
His body leapt to the Sage Monument and chopped down with his sword.

“Boom–“

The saint monument shattered.

The ground revealed a huge deep pit, and countless odd iron containing gears rotated, quickly forming a huge halo teleportation array fifty feet in circumference.

Xin Zhuo looked toward the distant martial artists and said urgently, “Eight breaths, leave quickly!”

Still in a daze Nangong Qitian and so on heard the words, instantaneous, all of them are surprised and puzzled that there really is a teleportation array under the stone monument, hastily saluted, just into the halo, blink of an eye disappeared without a trace.

Zhao Yi Lord pulled Xin Zhuo with one hand: “Go!”

Xin Zhuo made a gesture to drill into, suddenly his body could not move, fiercely looked into the distance, only to see thousands of miles of mountains and forests collapsed everywhere along the edge, revealing a huge altar in the distance, ten aura locked him, could not move a single bit.

Taking a deep breath, he fiercely pushed Lord Zhao Yi: “Go first!”

Caught off guard, Zhao Yizhu gave him a deep look and similarly disappeared into the aura.

The ten locked auras grew thicker and thicker.

Xin Zhuo subconsciously looked back, only to see that the eight people of Seven Teeth, Three Goat Nuns and Teng Shan Ling had not died, but were only dying from serious injuries, staring blankly at him, and after a moment’s contemplation, he angrily rebuked: “Scram!”

These words, if someone else had said it, the eight people would never stop, but at this moment, only gratitude and helplessness remained.

The toughness of Xin Zhuo just now completely destroyed their pride.

The eight people strongly endured their injuries, leapt forward, bowed, drilled into the halo and disappeared.

Teng Shanling was the last to leave, and suddenly spoke to Xin Zhuo: “Young Sect Leader Xin, my family’s old ancestor, Teng Taixuan, is waiting for you at the top of the Kunlun Ruins!”

Xin Zhuo was stunned: “Who?”

Teng Shanling had already disappeared.

“Wow-“

The collapse of the mountains and forests in all directions became more and more serious, countless corpses fell into the endless abyss along with the ancient trees, mountain peaks, and boulders, and soon became a void space as far as the eye could see, and that huge altar came instantly.

Xin Zhuo uncontrollably fell onto the altar.

“You don’t have small guts!”

An old voice carried a hint of extreme anger.

Xin Zhuo looked over and realized that the huge altar idol in front of him was a three-headed, six-armed evil god, a hundred feet tall, with one side crimson and the other reddish-yellow, emanating an indescribably horrifying aura and pressure, and even if the Nine Heavens of the Spiritual Stage were present, it would be as small as a mole cricket in front of it.

Below the altar, sitting ten people, all young men and women, looks no more than twenty years old.

The one who spoke was precisely one of the gold-crowned brocade-clothed youths, his voice was very old, and his eyes glowed with three inches of light.

That’s right! Eyes glowing!
Xin Zhuo couldn’t help it, as if he was trembling from his soul, if this person killed himself, he was only afraid of a hair.

(End of chapter)