Since things have come to this, I still have to bear it myself.
Otherwise, the play can't continue.
The fifth level of the Celestial Immortal realm is indeed stronger than me on paper, but that's only on paper!
Long Xiaoyun stopped laughing and joking, and her inner energy surged out like a collapsing mountain and a tsunami.
He leaned forward, his blood-red longsword condensing true energy like a wave of flames.
"Hehuan, want to give it a try?"
Long Xiaoyun licked her lips, her eyes quickly becoming bloodshot.
This is a battle we must either not fight at all, or we cannot afford to lose!
So what if one is at the fifth level of the Celestial Realm?
He has experienced countless battles of overthrowing superiors!
The worst outcome would be mutual destruction!
Seeing Long Xiaoyun preparing to fight to the death, the Ancestor Hehuan hesitated.
He wanted to kill Long Xiaoyun, but there was no need to risk his life.
Those who came down from that time, those who didn't believe in the superstition, are all dead.
"Give it a try?"
Four figures flew out from the flying boat formation.
The Corpse King's hoarse voice sounded as if his throat was stuffed with sawdust.
His cultivation at the fifth level of the Celestial Immortal realm then blossomed.
At the same time, the auras that Duan Lang, Wu Ying, and Wei Quan had absorbed also began to emanate.
Three fifth-level Celestial Immortals and one sixth-level Celestial Immortal appeared and directly suppressed the flames emanating from the blood-red longsword.
Brilliant!
Good thing you came!
Wei Quan, a celestial being at the sixth level of the Heavenly Realm.
Duan Lang, Wu Ying, the Corpse King, and Meng Qingyun are four Celestial Immortals at the fifth level.
With a lineup like that, I immediately chickened out!
Long Xiaoyun took a step back and pushed herself behind Li Fan. "Brother Fan, are you here?"
"Okay, I'll do it!"
Li Fan took a step forward, and the blue waves surged into the sky.
The flying boat in the sky seemed to be struck by the boundless ocean, trembling violently in the air.
Wei Quan's expression changed slightly.
While aura and strength are not equivalent, Li Fan's aura was so overwhelming that it could influence the cultivators of various sects on the flying boat from a distance, which was somewhat terrifying.
"Brother Wei, what should we do?"
Ancestor Meng Qingyun stepped forward and asked.
"What do you mean, what to do? Just kill him and that's it!"
What good is a lot of momentum? Can it be considered combat power?
The Corpse King wasn't afraid at all.
His idea was exactly the same as Shi Sansheng's.
People with real ability don't engage in these fancy tricks.
Once I unleash my cultivation, I'll just kill them all.
"That makes sense!"
A voice of approval reached my ears.
But why does this voice sound so unfamiliar?
The Corpse King was startled and saw a face approaching.
Brahma! ??? How could he be here!
"Be careful, Corpse King!"
The one who reacted the fastest was not Wei Quan, who had the highest cultivation level, but Wu Ying, the Thousand Illusions Ancestor.
"Screen and adjust the light and shadow, set it for me!"
As he made his move, a huge mirror appeared beneath Li Fan's feet.
Under the sunlight, his shadow fell in the mirror.
Chains appeared in the mirror, locking Li Fan's shadow in place.
After doing all this, Wu Ying breathed a sigh of relief.
If this ultimate technique succeeds, then even those with higher cultivation levels will only have one choice: to fight at the cost of their own lives.
The person will not be able to break free until the magical power within his body is completely exhausted.
That is indeed the case.
Li Fan stood frozen in place.
This feeling is similar to sleep paralysis.
They are conscious, but they just can't understand.
Circulating the internal energy is like trying to sink a clay ox into the sea.
Of course, Li Fan understood that this might just be an illusion.
After all, if this method truly had no flaws, then the immortal sects wouldn't have kept a low profile for so long.
Then let me test your limits!
Within Li Fan's body, true energy, as molten as lava, surged forth.
The forces of water and fire converge within the body.
The already terrifying aura instantly intensified to an even higher level.
The one who suffered the most was Wu Ying.
"Stop standing there, hurry up and do it!"
His face was contorted with bulging veins as he kept stuffing elixirs into his mouth.
There's no other reason than that this warrior named Brahma is too terrifying.
He even suspected that Brahma was already in the seventh heaven of the Jade Pool.
The Corpse King's hands shot out with lightning speed, and a chilling aura propelled a series of magical artifacts to fly out.
Five Ghosts' Death Nails, Yellow Springs Soul-Summoning Bell, Soul-Shattering Banner...
These ritual implements are all evil and malevolent objects.
Even if you can't kill the enemy, the negative effects will still give them a good meal.
Previously, there would never have been such a good opportunity for him.
Now that Brahma is a sitting duck, these ritual implements simply cannot be misaligned.
Seeing the Corpse King make his move, Wei Quan, Duan Lang, and Meng Qingyun simultaneously created distance while launching their killing attacks.
One after another, malevolent magical artifacts struck Li Fan without difficulty.
"Nine-Striped Dragon, today I'll turn you into a shameless snake!"
The Corpse King was overjoyed and was preparing to press his advantage.
Suddenly, Wu Ying's scream rang out beside him, "Help me!"
Bang!
A muffled thud interrupted the screams.
Wu Ying's body was blown to pieces.
A steaming hot intestine was hanging right on the Corpse King's shoulder.
The dripping blood caused the Corpse King's brain to freeze for a second.
Before he could react, a hand was already pressed against his face.
"Remember, my name is Nine-Striped Dragon Brahma!"
Li Fan's voice was like a cold wind blowing from the extreme cold of hell.
The Corpse King felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave!
At that moment, he was in despair.
The Seven Heavens of Yaochi!
The person before me is definitely from the seventh level of the Jade Pool!
The true energies of water and fire, carrying the force of an avalanche, crushed down upon us.
The Corpse King's body was crushed like an ant, turning into a bloody mist and exploding.
......
The battlefield was deathly silent.
Duan Lang stared wide-eyed at the enormous divine soldiers.
Wu Ying and the Corpse King are dead just like that!
What kind of monster is the Nine-Striped Dragon Brahma?
escape!
We must escape!
Without the slightest hesitation, Duan Lang turned and ran.
As he turned around, he saw two void rifts extending beyond the city.
Damn, how come those two guys are running so fast!
Duan Lang originally wanted to run away with the Divine Weapon, but the current situation did not allow him to take the divine weapon with him.
Despite the heartache, he still manipulated the components that made up the Divine Machine Heavenly Soldiers, sending them hurtling in all directions.
......
"Do you think you can escape?"
Li Fan stood still, calmly assuming a boxing stance.
Then, he threw a punch.
In an instant, Tianshui City was shrouded in night.
That night sky was a horrifyingly torn void.
The intertwined fist shadows of water and fire transformed into a meteor shower that covered the sky.
They swept across in a mighty, overwhelming force, crushing the fleeing figures into a bloody mist.
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