Rebirth of fantasy: Obtain the sect system

At this moment, Wu Yan was looking at them with a calm face, but he couldn't hide the sarcasm in his eyes.

At this moment, there was a dense crowd of people standing on the Nether Boat, which were all the powerful men from the Soul Palace and the Shadow Palace.

Everyone looked down with cold eyes. The sharp blades in their hands were already emitting bursts of cold light, and it seemed that they would rush over like tigers in the next moment.

The figures of the Soul Demon and the Shadow Demon appeared on the bow of the Netherworld Boat. The two of them stood with their hands folded, looking down below like gods and demons.

Looking at the scene just now, the two of them also saw it.

A death-like killing intent flashed in his eyes.

The killing intent emanating from the two men shot through the sky, causing the dark clouds high in the sky to roar, as if heaven was angry.

Anyone who dares to insult their Profound Heaven Sect is not a slap in the face. What's more, some of their disciples died at the hands of these people.

In an instant, the two of them exuded a dark black gas, and in a flash of light, the two of them merged into one body, turning into a figure wearing a ghost mask and a black cloak.

Now the two of them should change their names to Moying.

The demonic figure twisted its head, an evil smile appeared at the corner of its mouth, and two blades appeared in its hands, which were obviously the Netherworld's twin swords.

The entire body of the Netherworld Double Blade is covered in black, with streams of black demonic energy flowing everywhere in the blade, and from time to time, a terrifying low roar will be emitted from the blade.

There seems to be something terrifying hidden inside.

"kill!"

The demonic shadow made a shuddering sound, like a devil in hell roaring, which made people feel creepy.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the demonic shadow instantly appeared below.

His figure was like lightning, constantly shuttling through the crowd, and with every step he took, the Netherworld's double swords would be covered in blood.

No one could survive a round in his hands.

And one after another purple-robed figures and black-robed figures descended from the Nether Boat, and the strength of each one was rolling.

They found their respective opponents and engaged in fierce battles.

The Nether Boat has raised their strength to a great level, and coupled with the fact that everyone can summon monsters, it can be said that no one is their opponent.

Any monster can consume them to death.

The scene instantly turned into chaos.

Chirp!

A clear and loud cry spread throughout the world.

I saw Lin Tian arriving here on a fiery red phoenix, looking down below.

Beside him, there were two outstanding-looking women.

The two people were Xue Ling and Yun Fengyi.

The reason why Lin Tian did not show up at the sect competition was because he received the news asking for help and rushed over without stopping.

The phoenix at his feet was given to him by Qin Xuan.

Boom!

Suddenly, a huge thunder flashed in the sky.

The thunderous sound was extremely harsh and resounded in the ears of everyone on the battlefield.

boom...!

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a black and blue shirt and a majestic face stepping out of the thundercloud.

Thunder and lightning flashed around him.

A pair of blue pupils also flashed with lightning, as domineering as the King of Thunder!

This person is none other than the master of Tianlei Peak in Profound Heaven Sect, Lei Wutian!

Lei Wutian stepped on the void and came to Lin Tian and others.

Seeing this scene, Lin Tian bowed his hand to him. He still respected Lei Wutian very much.

Um! Lei Wutian glanced at him with a smile, nodded, then looked up and down, and said coldly:

"Let me come and meet you for a while."

Then he glanced at Lin Tian again, "Remember to follow me, just in time to let me see what level your strength has reached."

Hearing this, Lin Tian nodded, controlled the phoenix and started to attack the crowd below.

At the same time, Wu Yan, who was in mid-air, also started a fierce battle with the two of them. Fierce flames streaked through the Shattering Void sky from time to time, making the two of them feel even more uncomfortable.

I saw a middle-aged man holding his chest with one hand and panting slightly. It was so uncomfortable!

It was too uncomfortable to fight Wu Yan, especially Wu Yan's flames, which really made him feel terrifying.

With a light touch, he could feel the soul-devouring power.

The thin man next to him was not like this, but there was no way, there was absolutely no way he could escape the two of them. After all, he had tested Wu Yan's speed, and it was no worse than him.

Wu Yan opposite looked at the expressions of the two of them and smiled coldly, "You can die now. I don't need to play with you anymore."

After the words fell, in the surprised eyes of the thin man, the middle-aged man was caught off guard and was directly punched to the ground by Wu Yan.

Immediately, Wu Yan appeared in front of the middle-aged man again, grinned ferociously, and thrust the fiery red knife into his chest.

Puff!

ah...!

The middle-aged man's eyes paused, then he shouted loudly and spit out a mouthful of thick blood.

Seeing this, Wu Yan's expression was still so indifferent, a thick flame appeared in his palm, and then he put the flame into the middle-aged man's chest.

Bah, bah, bah!

In an instant, the flames spread all over the middle-aged man's body like a flood. This fierce burning made the middle-aged man mentally exhausted and his eyes turned white.

It made him roll on the ground in pain, not looking like a peak Saint Realm powerhouse.

When the thin man in mid-air saw this scene, his eyes showed a hint of fear, and he already had the idea of ​​abandoning the middle-aged man and escaping alone.

Wu Yan didn't even glance at the man in mid-air, but continued to input flames at the middle-aged man's chest.

The fire suddenly intensified at that moment.

In just a few breaths, the middle-aged man looked ferocious, screamed, and turned into dust.

At this time, the figure of the man in the air had disappeared. If nothing else, he should have escaped.

The demonic figure on the ground raised his eyes and glanced high in the sky, sneered, and without any care, he once again broke into another battlefield with the Netherworld swords. His blades needed blood to upgrade.

As for the person who escaped, he will die sooner or later. Letting him escape now is just to give him a glimmer of hope.

In the end, he will feel despair.

That kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear, huh.

The escape of the Saint Realm strongman caused the spirit of the other Immortal Venerable Immortal Sovereign Immortal King to collapse instantly, and they looked at this scene in disbelief.

Without the support of the strong Saint Realm, how will they fight next? Can't fight at all.

Gradually, some people have begun to stop resisting. Since they can't withstand the fierce offensive of the Second Palace, why not die happily? This is better than being tortured.