Chapter 605 Han Bao is born

"Millennial Corpse King? No, it's Hanba! The real Hanba!"

Zhang Tianshi's face suddenly changed, and he held the Xie-Zhan Sword across his chest, and shouted, "No matter which emperor you are, today, don't even think about taking a single step out of this place!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared and struck Hanba.

The leader of the Shenxiao sect, Yu Yan, performed the thunder seal with his hands, and another bolt of thunder fell.

However, the drought demon did not move at all, seemingly not affected at all.

He didn't even look at the crowd, as if he was still asleep.

At the same time, Lin Jiu had already set up the "Earthly Demon Sealing Array".

Thirty-six corpse-suppressing talismans formed a Yin-Yang Bagua diagram in the air, suppressing the signs of the Golden-haired Corpse King losing control due to the level suppression.

"No, this aura is too strong. I can't resist it at all..."

He gritted his teeth and persisted, veins bulging on his forehead.

In the stands, the various forces in Dragon Country finally reacted.

Just as they were about to step forward, they heard a foreign contestant in the VIP seats suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, what an unexpected surprise! I didn't expect that there was such a treasure buried under the playing field of your Dragon Country!"

Everyone turned their heads suddenly and saw that the man had a snake-shaped badge on his chest.

It turned out to be a spy from the Vatican Inquisition!

"It turns out they were the ones who did this!"

Lin Jiu's heart was boiling with anger, but he had no time to care at the moment.

"Bang!"

Another bronze chain broke!

The eyelids of Hanba trembled slightly, and a ray of red light shone from his eyes, as if he had finally awakened from a dream that had lasted for thousands of years.

"It's over..."

Someone whispered.

"No!"

Zhang Tianshi roared, and the Sword of Slaying Evils burst into dazzling golden light, "We are the people who protect our country, how can we allow evil spirits to cause chaos! Where are the disciples of Longhu Mountain? Set up the 'Nine Palaces Demon Subduing Formation'!"

"Disciples of the Shenxiao Sect, listen up and use thunder magic to suppress the evil spirits!"

Master Yu Yan shouted loudly.

"Disciples of the Corpse Driving Sect, follow me to set up the 'Xuan Yin Soul Calming Formation'!"

Lin Jiu also gritted his teeth and stood up, forcibly suppressing the chaotic spiritual power in his body and re-establishing contact with the Golden Haired Corpse King.

"Where are the disciples of Sanqing Palace? Follow me to set up the 'Sanqing Demon Suppression Formation'!"

Sect Leader Wu Yunzi waved the whisk in his hand and shouted sternly.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple put his hands together and said solemnly: "Buddhist disciples, follow me to set up the 'Eighteen Arhats Formation' to slay the demons and monsters!"

Maoshan, Jingming Sect, Lingbao Sect, Laoshan Sect, Penglai Sect...

And so on and so forth.

All at once, cultivators from all sides took action, and all the unique skills of each school were displayed, vowing to stop the catastrophe that was about to sweep across the imperial capital!

The major ancient martial arts families were not willing to be outdone, and they organized their disciples to go forward, determined to kill the drought demon even if they had to pile them up!

However, compared with cultivators, warriors have far fewer means to deal with the drought demon and can only rely on their own strength.

Even so, they did not back down at all.

Ao Jiu saw all this and felt slightly touched.

He could see clearly that Hanba had at least the strength of a True Immortal, and it was effortless for him to deal with these ant-like mortal cultivators.

But these people still rushed forward fearlessly.

No matter the competition or life or death, they all mattered at this moment.

Perhaps they don't know the strength of Hanba, but this courage has already surpassed the vast majority of cultivators in the heavens and all worlds.

He frowned, and suddenly he felt a lot more favorable towards these mortals.

“Crack!”

At this moment, there was a crisp sound, and the sound of bronze chains breaking echoed over the stadium. Every time a chain broke, it caused an earth-shaking movement.

Hanba slowly opened his eyes, and two red rays of light pierced through the void, tearing two dark cracks in the clouds.

The temperature within a hundred-meter radius instantly rose to that of a sea of hellfire. The ground cracked, the air twisted, and even the sunlight was evaporated into nothingness.

"Nine Palaces Subduing Demons, rise!"

Zhang Tianshi shouted loudly, and nine yellow-robed Taoists from Longhu Mountain stepped on the ground in a mighty step, and golden talismans intertwined into a net in the air.

At the same time, the disciples of Shenxiao Sect chanted the spell in unison.

The thunder spell in Master Yu Yan's hands flew, and dozens of purple thunders intertwined into a net, striking towards the head of Hanba.

“Boom!”

At the moment the lightning exploded, a strange golden film suddenly appeared around Hanba's body.

The thunders that were powerful enough to shatter rocks were like a drop in the ocean, failing to create even a ripple.

"It's an indestructible golden body!"

Lin Jiu's pupils suddenly shrank.

He could clearly feel the energy fluctuations flowing on the surface of the corpse.

This has gone beyond the concept of an ordinary zombie and is more like the body of some ancient god.

At this moment, a green rainbow cut through the sky.

"Thirteen Styles of Slaying Evil: Heavenly Punishment!"

Zhang Qingyuan, the Heavenly Master, came on his sword at the foot of Mount Longhu.

This person broke through to the middle stage of foundation building at the age of only 22, and was hailed as the genius with the greatest hope of returning to the Golden Core realm in the past hundred years.

The long sword in his hand is the Qingming Sword, one of the treasures of the Tianshi Mansion. At this moment, the sword body is emitting a cold light, and ancient seal characters can be vaguely seen emerging.

Before the sword arrived, the murderous intent had already locked onto Hanba's brow.

However, a shocking scene occurred.

When the Qingming Sword was still three feet away from Hanba, the whole sword suddenly let out a mournful cry as if it could not bear the weight.

Spider-web-like cracks appeared on the sword, and Zhang Qingyuan vomited blood and flew backwards. If his master Zhang Tianshi had not caught him in time, he would have died on the spot.

“Such a strong pressure!”

Zhang Qingyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and fear appeared in his eyes for the first time.

As the descendant of the Heavenly Master, he had seen countless evil spirits and monsters, but he had never felt such a pure breath of death.

“It’s horrible!”

"Just a breath of air can seriously injure us. This is not an ordinary drought demon at all!"

"Then we have to kill it!"

Exclamations continued to be heard from the crowd.

In the stands, foreign psychics were laughing secretly with glee.

One of the blond men played with the snake emblem on his chest and whispered in Latin: "Let these pagans and their monsters perish together."

In the center of the arena, Hanba completely broke the last three bronze chains.

The tattered dragon robe moved without wind, and the beads on the crown tassels collided with each other, making crisp sounds.

It slowly raised its hand, and the temperature within a hundred feet radius suddenly rose, and the air distorted like a desert mirage.

"Xuan Huang opens the sky, fight!"

At this moment, a long and clear whistle broke through the air.

Ling Xiao came from the air, with an ochre-colored light all around him.

This peerless genius, who was only nineteen years old, showed no trace of his usual shyness at this moment.

His muscles bulged, and every step he took created an explosion in the air.

As he formed seals with his hands, the shadow of a towering mountain appeared behind him.

"It's the Xuanhuang Battle Body recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas!"

A monk exclaimed.

Ling Xiao threw a punch, and the force of his fist condensed into a materialized mountain and smashed towards Hanba.

At the same time, a green sword light came from behind and arrived first.

Wudang Mingxuan's Tai Chi sword split into thirty-six sword shadows, and each sword light drew a perfect arc, blocking all of Hanba's retreat routes.

"Bang!"

For the first time, Hanba took a half step back.

Its dark eyes stared at Ling Xiao intently, and for the first time, an expression fluctuated on its withered face.

The next second, it opened its mouth and let out a silent roar.

The materialized sound waves shattered the mountains, and Ling Xiao flew backwards as if struck by lightning, bleeding from all seven orifices.