Chapter 1207 (1/2)

According to Linglong Tian's knowledge, this butcher of the barbarians was built with small stars and mainland fragments, at least one tenth of the size of Yunling land and Tianxuan land. It is unimaginable that it is not comparable to the prohibition of small heaven.

But just as Weisuo and his party decided to stop Tianjiu Shenjun and others at least and march towards the huge mountain range, another place in luoju wasteland was gathered with another group of friars besides Tianjiu Shenjun and others.

Most of these friars were sitting on the ground, and the medicine was rolling on their heads. It seemed that they were relying on the elixir to recover Zhenyuan, which had been consumed violently.

There were more than 40 friars in this group, more than 30 of them were Jindan friars wearing the same blue robe, while the top five were all Shenxuan friars with the breath of Divine mystery.

Among them, a white monk with the highest cultivation and the most powerful breath is a middle-aged scribe. If Weisuo could see his face at the moment, he would be very surprised, because the skin on his face was covered with indigo blue markings, which was very similar to the mysterious power that was taken away by the four armed barbarian power.

At the moment, the middle-aged scholar dressed in a white robe can look at the front without expression.

In front of him is a step made of peculiar dark blue jade.

The width of the steps was astonishing. Each step was the height of an ordinary person, and the length was about forty or fifty feet. When a dozen steps went up, they were all immersed in a layer of thick white fog. It was difficult to see the scene above.

It gives people the feeling that this kind of step is not for people to walk at all, but for the giant god to go to the sky.

Before long, there was a flash of light in the white fog, and a green divine light appeared. In a twinkling of an eye, he was in front of the white robed power, but he was a young god in emerald green robe. He looked only twenty-eight years old.

”Master, this mountain is so huge that I can't imagine it. I've been going up for more than ten miles, and the steps are still going up. I don't know how high it is. It's just that there's a white aura standing there. It's crystal clear. It's like a huge magic mirror and a gate, but I don't dare to try.” As soon as the young god xuanneng was revealed, he immediately saluted Bai Pao Da Neng and said.

”Well, after the elder's breath adjustment, we'll go up and have a look.” Full face indigo blue Fu Wen flowing white robe can frown said.

The young Shenxuan Daneng, dressed in emerald green robe, nodded and was about to retreat to one side. Suddenly, Daneng's face suddenly changed and turned to look at the rear.

”What?”

Not far from the back of Bai Pao Da Neng, the other four Shenxuan Daneng were startled and turned around. There was a thick purple fog about a thousand feet behind the group of monks. Just as the four Shenxuan Daneng turned around, they suddenly heard a strange sound of breaking the sky.

”Why is it so strange?” One of them, wearing an ivory robe, flashed a cold light in his eyes and reached out a little bit. He first offered a blue Ruyi, which instantly sent out countless blue divine patterns, forming a blue light shield, which caged all people inside.

The sound seemed to be something flying, but it was very empty. It didn't look like a monk or a magic weapon, or a monster.

The rest of the white robe Daneng and others are staring at their faces as cold as water, and their eyes flash violently.

Just between the two breaths, the monks could see a light coming out of the purple fog. At the same time, a sense of terror swept over them all.

”Who are you?”

White robe Daneng's face sank and reached out a little. An indigo light just flashed and disappeared from his body.

”Kill...!”

In the purplish red fog, suddenly came out an extremely cold, no emotion color sound, like God iron in friction.

At the same time, a fragment of indigo blue light scattered from the purple fog, and a figure appeared.

”What is this?”

The white robe can wait for everyone's eyes to be shocked.

This figure is not a human being at all, but an image of an ancient god of war in ragged armor. It exudes a dim light and a breath of great antiquity and vicissitudes. It is just like an iron statue of the God of war. It has been buried in the ground for some time and dug up again to see the sun again.

There is no breath of Qi and blood. However, no matter the broken armor, the spear like ancient soldier in his hand, or the man's body, there are faint divine lines flashing. According to the principle, it should be the embodiment of the spirit like the ancestor of the sword king. However, from this ancient god of war, there is no will or mind, only chilling to the bone To kill.

This is quite different from the incarnation of divinity and the body of Shenxuan Dharma.

Moreover, from the breath of the decadent ancient war god, it is impossible to feel whether it is the breath of the supernatural or the real immortal. It doesn't feel like the friar is alive again.”Kill...!”

As soon as the decadent ancient god of war was revealed, the monks were surprised to find out what it was. An empty and cold voice came from the mouth of the ancient god of war. At the same time, the decayed spear like ancient soldiers in the ancient god of war slapped, ”hiss!” The two blue robed and golden elixir monks closest to the decadent ancient god of war were beaten to fly ash before they could even scream.