Chapter 447: Extermination of Immortals

"Don't mother-in-law, recognize you as the master. Only with the strength of you and me can it be possible to promote some of the power of this fairy weapon. If the people of Wanlian Mountain Sect get me, they will definitely erase my consciousness. In this case, it's better to take advantage of you."

Youquan's voice was a little angry and helpless. If it hadn't been for the moment of life and death, how could he recognize the younger generation of the soul realm? Even the holy emperor of the broken realm was not worthy to be his master.

Shen Chong suddenly woke up. Even if he receives the infinite fairy mountain, I'm afraid it will be a huge burden. You should know that although the infinite fairy mountain is a fairy weapon, it is also a damaged fairy weapon. Moreover, in the nine continents, the holy emperor is greatly bound. The greatest power that this fairy weapon can exert will not exceed one of the best method. Bao, but it needs to consume a large amount of vitality. Even if it is tens of millions of vitality stones, it may not be able to be stimulated once.

It seems that I will collect a treasure that consumes a lot of energy. However, after all, the fairy weapon is a fairy weapon. If it can really be refined, the benefits are naturally self-evident. Maybe you can reach the sky in one step, step into the seven turns of the soul, and achieve the real realm.

"Okay, the junior is coming." Shen Chong calmed down his mind, and the dragon sang arrays. The huge dragon body slapped all the magic weapons around him. It was also the long aging of the seven souls into flying ash. The dragon head swinged and passed deeper into the array.

"Damn, a burst of rubbish!" Zhu Yingqi's speed has reached the limit, but he has always slowed down a step. He has never caught up with the dragon in front of him. Seeing Shen Chong turn around and grab the core immortal platform, he is even more anxious and roaring, and has issued a warning to the front.

The deeper you go, the more masters there will be in Wanlian Shanzong. Most of the remaining eleven days are distributed in front of the core immortal platform.

These days, the elders of Wanlian Mountain Sect are running a large array, distracting their minds, sacrificing their magic weapons, playing all kinds of magic powers, and bombarding Shen Chong.

"Stop him!"

"Let him disturb the suzerain!"

"Blue Flame Cuts the Fairy Knife!"

"The smoke, clouds and fire are out of the mask!"

"The golden gun that breaks the sun!"

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All kinds of magic weapons, all kinds of magic power burst out, weaving a dense net, and going to the dragon cover that shuttles rapidly in the void.

"Break it for me!"

Shen Chong shouted loudly, and the seal of heaven and earth flew out again. The blue light swept, and all kinds of precious lights that flew to the front were broken one after another.

In the void, a dragon coiled around the seal of heaven and earth like a hill, like the jade seal of the ancient emperor of heaven. Under the vicissitudes of life, majesty, and the vast light like an epic, all the next magic weapons turned into green smoke, and all the magic treasures were swallowed up by the seal of heaven and earth.

Only dozens of medium-quality magic weapons can support for a moment, but the bombarded treasure light is dim and ejected from afar.

As for those magical powers, they were all swallowed up by a hundred-foot-long dark snake. The secret method of swallowing the sky and eating the earth has been more proficiently mastered by Shen Chong. This is not a magic power, but the secret art that is better than the magic power shows some of the majesty of the ancient glutton.

If those flying angels really come, Shen Chong will still have some scruples, but it's just a magic weapon bombardment through the air, which can't cause fatal damage to Shen Chong. As for those elders in the soul, they are not noticed by Shen Chong.

Shen Chong ignored Zhu Yingqi behind him, nor did he take the opportunity to suppress the elders who spew blood and retreated. In a few breaths, he had carried the vast pressure of the seal of heaven and earth, broke through the blockade of many magic weapons, and came to the real core of the sea immortal array in Wanshan Town.

Everything in front of him made Shen Chong feel like he was in a bloody hell.

It was a huge altar with a radius of thousands of feet. I don't know how long the eighteen pillars leading to the sky are. They are directly inserted into the gray fog. Shen Chong can faintly see a mountain made of celestial crystal above. It has rotated more and more slowly, and its body shape is getting smaller and smaller, almost all of which are covered by the gray fog.

Shen Chong knew that it was the essence of the Immortal Mountain, but at this time, Shen Chong did not look carefully at the Immortal Mountain trapped above for the first time. His eyes were completely attracted by the immortal platform.

The whole altar is blood-red. The blood on it is dripping with blood, the white bones become mountains, and the blood flows into rivers. There are the bones of monks, as well as the broken arms of demons and demons. The number is tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. The resentment on the altar is soaring, the cloudy wind is gusts, and the uny howling can be faintly heard.

In the sea of corpses and blood, four tall figures are revealed, and the breath is like a rainbow. Every cultivation must be on top of Zhu Yingqi, emitting a strong spirit of life and soul, which has reached the realm of great perfection.

The soul turns to the peak, and the strong man with a half-step broken level must be the four guardian kings of Wanlian Mountain Sect.

The four guardian kings live on each side and sit together, with a two-tall dark golden light in the middle. This light mass is like a huge worm cocoon, constantly squirming and struggling.

Each of the four guardians has an arm, presses on the light cocoon, constantly conveys mana, and sings spell scriptures in his mouth.

While singing the scriptures and spitting mana, the blood on the immortal god platform seemed to have been boiled, constantly bursting out blood bubbles, broken limbs and broken arms, and the white bones of the body were also twisted strangely. Countless resentment emerged, the ghosts were rampant, and the sound of howling made people shudder.

Shen Chong also felt a little creepy, and a cold air rose from the back of his heart.

However, what Shen Chong is shocked today is not the elephant of the blood sea hell, nor the four half-step broken guardian kings, but the dark golden cocoon in the middle of the altar.

Although he can't see clearly, Shen Chong can still feel the middle of the black gold light in the middle of the cocoon. He is a blood-red middle-aged man with a star-browed sword. The two eyes can cut through the sky, as sharp as a sword, with a cruel smile on his face. He sat cross-legged, and there was a dark fog all over his body.

Judging from the breath of the dark fog, it is the spirit of the infinite fairy mountain, the spring. At this time, the spring can no longer condense and form, leaving only a ball of soul in pain, trying to resist, but no matter how he resists, he can't get rid of the suppression of the blood-red man, and the source of the soul is sucked away bit by bit. It is getting weaker and weaker.

Every time the power of the spring is sucked away, the strength of the blood-red man increases a little, and the rotation of the infinite fairy mountain in the depths above is more slow.

The man in blood must be the suzerain of Wanlian Shanzong. Shen Chong felt that his strength had exceeded half a step of brokenness. Although he did not reach the real broken state, he was afraid that in terms of strength alone, he was no longer under the Holy Emperor of Brahma who was suppressed underground.

Just when Shen Chong was surprised and uncertain, the eager voice of Youquan came from the infinite spiritual charm: "Shen Chong, this man in blood is the first master of Quanzhou, the suzerain of Wanlian Mountain Sect, and his power has reached the broken state, but it is limited to the heaven and earth of the nine continents. Insufficient, can't really reach that step, but as long as he is allowed to refine the infinite fairy mountain and connect the infinite underworld with his field world, he will immediately break through the realm, across the world, and no longer be bound by the Jiuzhou world. Don't let him break through, otherwise you and I will die and live without burying. You have one of the treasures of Jiuzhou. Wanlian Shanzong will not let you go anyway.

"Integrate the infinite underworld and become the holy emperor of the broken realm!" Shen Chong was also shocked when he heard this. He knew that the spirit of heaven and earth in the nine continents was insufficient, and the Holy Emperor could not be born at all. All the strong people who have reached the nine turns of the soul will find a way to another world and be promoted and broken in a strong and strong world. If this infinite underworld prison can help the peak of the soul to reach the realm of the holy emperor. That will definitely cause the crazy robbery of many strong people.

Shen Chong is confident that sooner or later he can reach the nine turns of the soul, and he will also face the bottleneck of this realm. This infinite underworld must not fall into the hands of the wind and fire. And with the strength of Wanlian Shanzong, it will definitely sweep the nine continents and unify the world.

Anyway, relieve the pressure of the spring first. Shen Chong shouted softly, and his whole body was shocked. He tore his claws out and bombarded the immortal platform.

"The dragon splits the sky, the long river breaks, the world is chaotic, and the flood is turned upside down!"

Shen Chong shouted with the sound of dragon chanting and penetrated into the whole altar. The huge light cocoon immediately fluctuated, and the spring that was bitterly supported in it suddenly shook its spirit, and the soul contracted and suddenly dispersed, shaking the light cocoon.