The look of the Lord of the God Pavilion, Jiang Daoyuan, was also not very good-looking. Obviously, Mo Lingxuan's strength was also somewhat beyond his expectations.

What surprised him even more was the powerful Emperor Demon Sect under Mo Lingxuan. Each one was only in the strength of the Great Saint Realm, but he had the ability to challenge the Saint King above level!

Such a sect that is full of monsters is not comparable to that of Canglan World.

“Buzz…”

Just when Jiang Daoyuan was so confused, Mo Lingxuan slashed out without any hesitation, and the phantoms of the seventy-two pillars of demon gods in the sky came and rushed towards Jiang Daoyuan together.

"It's good, but it's still not enough!"

Jiang Daoyuan shouted loudly and walked out, and the eight-door gods' punishment sky lock came again, stretching out from all directions in the void. Behind him, there were purple-gold dragons, full of endless majesty, as if they could swallow the world and make the space violent.

"Eight Gate Dragon Locking Formation!"

Another cold shout, accompanied by Jiang Daoyuan's palm falling, an instant surging holy formation suppressed it, blocking all the voids around Mo Lingxuan.

Obviously, Jiang Daoyuan is not only a powerful saint, but also a spiritual formation master with profound attainments, otherwise he would not have been able to set up a saint-level formation.

"Boom..."

A loud noise filled the entire sky.

Mo Lingxuan's Shura Emperor Sword and the Eight-Gate Heavenly Lock suddenly slashed together, and the seventy-two demon gods he blasted out also collided with a purple gold dragon, and a shocking battle broke out, causing only endless fluctuations of the holy power law in the space.

"Bang..."

In just a moment, the terrifying collision had dissipated, and the eight-door dragon lock formation exploded into nothingness, but the terrifying power was still about to pour on Mo Lingxuan.

I saw a surging demonic talisman light flowing in his palm again, as if nine levels of thousands of demon seals were critically bombarded. A terrifying shock sound was heard, and Mo Lingxuan's body was suddenly shook back a thousand meters away.

However, his straight body was still as unmoving as a majestic mountain, as if it would never fall down.

"It seems that I underestimated you."

Mo Lingxuan's eyes suddenly felt a little fighting spirit at this moment. Even if he could cultivate to the level of the Holy Dao Venerable, he would not be a simple person.

In this life, those who are not emperors can no longer look at the strong people in the world with their previous lives.

"I was promoted to the Holy Lord for two thousand years. Do you really think that these long years are white?"

Jiang Daoyuan sneered and looked at the battlefield around him. The tragedy on his face became more and more intense: "Maybe it will be difficult for me to kill you alone, but it won't take long before all the people from your Emperor Demon Sect will be defeated. If you add a few saints, how can you be arrogant?"

"During this period, as long as I hold you back, the women and disciples around you will die one by one!"

After saying that, Jiang Daoyuan blasted out a powerful attack again. His entire body seemed to be covered by a real purple gold dragon, turning into a thousand-foot dragon body. His palms were blasted out, and there was also a dragon roar.

Mo Lingxuan slashed out the Emperor's Sword again, and continued to burst into shocking collisions in the void thousands of miles away. Every attack was terrifying to destroy the world!

However, at this moment, Mo Lingxuan's eyes were also a little cold. After fighting, his eyes saw the holy king-level battlefield below.

Indeed, the extra mid-level saint king intervened, which made Murong Xian'er and the others' advantage of challenging the above-level is getting lower and lower.

Moreover, the middle-level saint king of the ancient Qin clan was extremely cunning, knowing that for Mo Lingxuan, Murong Xian'er and other women might be the most important ones.

Therefore, we are simply constantly launching vague offensives against them.

Murong Xian'er and Ye Qingyao are fine. After all, they are both in the Great Saint Realm, but Yun Yao and Yue Shiyan, who are already weak in cultivation and are only semi-saints, gradually seem a little overwhelmed.

Seeing this, Mo Lingxuan's offensive became even more fierce, and every sword slashed out became more powerful.

However, Jiang Daoyuan naturally knew Mo Lingxuan's urgent attitude, and immediately sneered repeatedly, trying his best to hold Mo Lingxuan back.

Each attack became even more violent and violent, causing the Saint King-level figures below to change their faces slightly and stay away from the Saint-level battlefield.

"Sister Xian'er, be careful!"

At this moment, the screams of Yun Yao and Yue Shiyan suddenly sounded from the Holy King-level battlefield below, which made Mo Lingxuan's heart suddenly shocked.

When his huge spiritual consciousness explored downwards, the originally Gu Jing Wubo's face also changed slightly in an instant.

Because, Mo Lingxuan saw a star sign above Murong Xian'er's head. This star sign contained endless cold and weirdness. The stars were flowing, and thousands of figures appeared instantly, all of which were the saint king figures of the ancient Qin clan.

And his original deity also wandered among the astrological signs, as if it had disappeared, only countless figures of the underworld.

At this moment, even Mo Lingxuan felt a strong sense of crisis.

"No! This holy king is good at assassination!"

In an instant, Mo Lingxuan understood the clue. This saint king of the Qin Gu clan had never taken all his strength like other saint kings before, just to find a chance to kill with one blow!

If an assassination fails, he will be killed if he doesn’t come out!

The existence of a mid-level saint king assassinated Murong Xian'er, which made Mo Lingxuan's dusty heart tremble suddenly.

"roll!"

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Lingxuan immediately shouted coldly and activated the powerful force of the Shura Emperor's Sword to directly drive the endless sword of void, which filled the entire sky.

“Buzz…”

Tens of thousands of swords roared in the void, the Shura Emperor Sword emitted a cold light, and behind it, there was a nine-colored demon sword all over the sky.

A loud noise came out, and the hundred thousand demon swords were directly led by the Shura Emperor Sword, descending towards Jiang Daoyuan overturned mountains and seas, and directly assassinated the entire void.

At the same time, his figure also used the power of Hongmeng to cross the void in an instant, ignoring the distance in space, and rushed towards Murong Xianer.

But all this happened in an instant.

Even though Mo Lingxuan discovered it and reacted in an instant, he still seemed a little late.

Faced with Mo Lingxuan's attack, even Jiang Daoyuan couldn't help but feel a little solemn, urging endless purple gold offensive to resist.

His face was full of sneering and sneering. Sure enough, these women had a great status to Mo Lingxuan.

If they can't kill Mo Lingxuan, then start with the people around her first!

Murong Xian'er naturally felt the faint suffocating sense of crisis, but obviously, she was wrapped in the astrological sign of the Saint King's powerful man, and it might be unlikely that she would escape.

"Hurry up!"

Mo Lingxuan's heart was also extremely urgent. Time seemed to be still at this moment, but in such a critical situation, it still seemed insufficient.
Chapter completed!