Chapter 715 The Six Nether Sect’s Plots (Page 1/1)

At this moment, not only the people of Lanxue Sect were frightened, but all the monks of the Six Nether Sect couldn't help but take a breath and felt timid.

"Ahem, you... what kind of magic weapon are you? It's so terrifying."

"The Shui family is finished... Haha, Lanxue Sect is completely finished." Shui Yankong's aura was fluctuating around him, and the rotten aura became stronger and stronger. The Fire Technique of Life is about to be extinguished.

Wang An vaguely felt that Shui Yankong's life fire seemed to be weakening rapidly, which was a sign of exhaustion of life.

Shui Yankong had stopped burning his life span, his head was covered in white hair, and his body was covered in blood, and he was in a mess.

"Hmph, I don't know if the Lanxue Sect is finished, but you must die today!" Wang An once again activated the Chaos Art of the Ancestral Witch, danced the Pangu Axe, and pounced towards Shui Yankong.

As a monk who has perfected the transformation of gods, Shui Yankong hated Wang An to the core. He didn't want such an enemy to survive.

Axe was slashed out, the shadows of the axe overlapped, the Taoist rhyme was crisscrossing, and a huge force swept across the sky and earth.

"Boom!"

Shui Yankong did not dodge, and formed a magical power with both hands. The law stirred up and collided with the Pangu axe fiercely.

The void was broken, the spiritual energy was rolling, and the laws were surging. In the chaos, Wang An actually saw a strange smile on Shui Yankong's face.

"Hey, it's not right!"

At this time, Wang An discovered that Shui Yankong had actually arrived three feet away from him.

The white hair flew in the wind, and the murderous aura was rolling all over his body.

"Hehe, little devil, kill so many god-transforming monks in my Shui family, go to death!"

A flash of light from Shui Yankong's body came directly to Wang An. A violent aura erupted from Shui Yankong's body, like a volcano erupting.

"You...actually the Nascent Soul exploded!"

Wang An's expression changed, and he finally knew what Shui Yankong was going to do. It turned out that he wanted to kill himself.

"Boom!"

In the eyes of everyone, Shui Yankong exploded, and a huge force burst out from it, rolling like a mountain torrent, endless.

A vacuum zone suddenly formed around the void, and the space was constantly shattered.

A huge mushroom cloud rose slowly, and the air waves were radiating everywhere, and Wang An was completely submerged in the rolling spiritual energy.

The vast wave of air swept across all directions, and everyone felt a huge force coming towards them.

Xiao Ruoli and Pan Jingchen were both disgraced and flew towards the ground where Shui Yankong exploded.

I saw the power of the space around me raging, and there was chaos. I didn’t see Wang An’s figure, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

"Old ancestor, you can't leave us!"

"Senior Brother, don't!"

The moment when Shui Yankong's Nascent Soul exploded, all the monks in the Shui family saw it, and suddenly they were in chaos and started to wail miserably.

A cultivator at the 12th level of God Transformation played an important role in a sect or family no matter how low his cultivation level was. At this moment, Shui Yankong actually chose to explode himself, and everyone felt a sense of despair of the sky falling.

However, at this time, some people knew that the matter had been out of control and fled the scene one after another.

Immediately afterwards, many monks of the Lanxue Sect, which were distracted, began to flee everywhere.

When the disaster came, they all flew away. At this moment, both the outer disciples and the inner core disciples began to escape.

"Hmph, don't let them run away, especially those god-transforming cultivators, kill them all, so as not to have a chance to make a comeback!" At this time, Yuwen Long, who had been watching coldly, suddenly said to the god-transforming cultivator of the Six Nether Sect.

"Brother Yuwen, what should you do?" Feng Wuxie put away the folding fan with a snap, looked at Xiao Ruoli and the others, and his face looked gloomy and gloomy.

"Hmph, don't worry about them for now. While the Lanxue Sect has no leader, try to weaken their strength." Yuwen Long's eyes flashed, and there was a hint of cruelty on his face, and he said coldly.

This move is not unscathing. Even if the Six Nether Sect cannot take over the Lanxue Sect later, they may no longer be able to compete with the Six Nether Sect after this battle.

In fact, at the beginning, Yuwen Long did not have the idea of ​​killing, but after seeing Wang An and others, he felt a potential threat in the dark.

After Yuwen Long finished speaking, he flew out with the light on his body, and rushed to a cultivator in the early stage of God Transformation with a magical power.

The other monks of the Six Nether Sect flashed their eyes and ran out.

No matter what kind of cultivator of these people are, a magic trick is lost, and countless disciples turn into powder, Nascent Soul, Golden Pill, and even the cultivators who build foundations and refine qi are all shattered by the magic tricks.

Transforming God every move, the laws roll, and no one can resist it.

"Help!"

"What a terrifying god-transforming cultivator! It's over, and Lanxue Sect is completely finished."

"Escape quickly, leave here!"

Countless monks were wailing and crying. In the blink of an eye, Lanxue Sect turned into a hell on earth. Blood flowed into a river on the earth, and a bloody smell was filled with the air.

"Swoosh!"

At this time, a space a hundred feet away from Shui Yankong's self-destruction surged, and Wang An flew out of the space with a gloomy face.

All this is a long story, but it actually happens in a few breaths.

However, at this moment, most of the cultivators of Lanxue Sect have been massacred.

The monks of the Six Nether Sect seemed to have their eyes red, and everyone was surrounded by a rich blood evil spirit.

"Stop, Liu Ming Sect, Wang is here, you dare to slaughter the disciples of Lanxue Sect wantonly and seek death!" Wang An saw the scene in front of him, and roared angrily.

"Fellow Daoist Yuwen..." Feng Wuxie's body stagnated, he glanced at Yuwen Long, and wanted to speak but stopped.

After Wang An roared, most of the monks stopped fighting, but there was still a small group of people who seemed to be red in their eyes and were still chasing the monks of the Lanxue Sect.

"die!"

Wang An flashed with a light from his body, and he waved the Pangu axe and shot out.

"Boom boom boom!"

After the three axes fell, the three god-transforming cultivators from the Six Underworld Sects were powerless to resist and were directly killed by Wang An, and the Nascent Soul was turned into powder.

At this moment, the face of the God-transforming cultivator of the Six Underworld Sect changed drastically, and he finally stopped fighting, staring at Wang An and the other two with anger, with murderous aura.

"Hmph, little kid, you are looking for revenge on the Shui family. You and I didn't want to do it, but you were going to seek death, so we can't blame us!" Yuwen Long's eyes flashed with a sharp light, staring at Wang An and said fiercely.

Almost at the same time, the ten late-stage cultivators of the Six Underworld Sect seemed to have already agreed to and surrounded Wang An and the other two.

"Boom!"

The power of the laws was scattered and the pressure was rolling. The vast spiritual pressure almost suffocated Wang An and the other two.

At this moment, all the cultivators of the Six Nether Sect hid their spiritual pressure on Wang An and the other two, and did not hide their murderous intent at all.

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