The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 7115: Like a dream

"You people have been with you for most of your life. In the end, you will inevitably die. If you are willing to stand by my side, maybe the end will not be so bad."

The hoarse voice has not yet finished, and the blue killing light flashes across the front, and the Yin Demon Sacred Ancestor gently tilts his head, and the corner of his face overflows with a hint of red.

He stretched out his tongue and licked it, and his eyes gradually darkened: "It seems that you old people have already made plans to disobey me!"

Wen Qingshan waved his arms, and immediately said loudly: "Tianfeng Pavilion is from top to bottom, fight to the death!"

"Jie Jie Jie, old thing, don't eat and drink for toast!"

Another sarcasm came, the Gorefiend old man of the Gorefiend Sect appeared, the cat crying and the mouse looked at the people in Tianfeng Pavilion with fake compassion, and shook his head hypocritically.

"Luo Cheng, what do you think?"

With a hoarse voice, above the void, a tall and majestic man appeared amid the banter of the Yin Demon Saint. It was the Shura Sect Sect Master, Blood Asura, who had fought against Tianxuexin on the Maple Leaf Stage earlier. to make!

"Tianfeng Pavilion disregards the rules of the alliance and is in harmony with the Tiangong Divine Religion. The former has already been put to death. There is no need to say more today, kill it!"

Compared to the old Gorefiend and the Supreme Elder of Shenwu Temple, Luo Cheng's hostility was extremely dignified.

"The mayfly shakes the tree, beyond its own capabilities!"

The Yin Demon Sacred Ancestor shook his head with sympathetic eyes, as if regretting that the Tianfeng Pavilion had cut its own way, and several major forces had turned their backs on the Yin Demon Temple. A must.

"Pavilion Master, order it!"

When the elders of Tianfeng Pavilion saw the Gorefiend Sect and Shura Sect and others, they were already ready to die.

The battle of Maple Leaf Terrace, the tragic battle between Tianxuexin and the Yin Demon Temple, they are all watching, and now the scene of the past is coming again, and everyone's heart is with the belief of mortal death .

There are so many powerful people on the side of the Yin Demon Sacred Ancestor, and no one can stop these forces from looking at the land of the Heavenly Palace!

"Wen Qingshan, you can't change the current situation by yourself!"

The blood-colored robe swayed in the wind, causing ripples. For the current situation, he already had the chance to win.

He shook his head regretfully, as if he was regretting the ending of Tianfeng Pavilion, but the ecstasy above his expression could not be concealed.

"If that's the case, then you stubborn old guys, let's hit the road together!"

The final judgment was given in an icy voice, and he looked at the old man in the blue shirt indifferently. As long as he died, Tianfeng Pavilion would be the meat of the chopping block!

"It's raining blood!"

The Yin Demon Sacred Ancestor did not intend to delay, but when he came up, he motivated his strongest martial arts. In the past, he relied on this move to severely damage the Zunling Celestial Clan and the Elder.

In the blink of an eye, great pressure was placed on the top of Wen Qingshan. If this move was allowed to fall, the many experts in Tianfeng Pavilion would melt into the rain of blood in an instant.

"Forever!"

With a loud shout, Wen Qingshan suddenly communicated a trace of the will of heaven and earth under Wen Qingshan's seemingly thin body. Qinghui covered all the hinterland of Tianfeng Pavilion and dispelled the dense cloud of blood.

A towering green mountain is reflected in the sky, which is the source of Wen Qingshan's defense force.

"It's all in vain!"

Under the blessing of the power of blood and rain, the Yin Demon Sage Ancestor's aura skyrocketed, and the indifference in his eyes did not change in the face of the green mountain in front of him.

There is an almost insane ecstasy on the seemingly pale face.

Only a palm swiped across the chest, and the green peaks reflected in the sky above Tianfeng Pavilion were as if they had been shaved off!

"Boom!"

Qingfeng broke off from the mountainside, and the corner of the blood-colored robe had never been stained with dust.

The Gorefiend Old Man of the Gorefiend Sect and the Asura Sect Luo Cheng put away their arrogant appearance before, but instead had a shuddering feeling.

That seemingly understated palm shattered the full-strength defense of a top sect master in the Heavenly Palace in an instant.

"Hahahahahaha!"

The hoarse laughter came, and Qingfeng's waist, which was broken in response, spurted out a smear of blood, Wen Qingshan groaned, and his figure flew out.

Behind the Yin Demon Holy Ancestor, the vast void is like a prey that has been ripped open. In his wild laughter, the blue peak connecting the sky dissipates, time and space drink hatred, and blood flows from the nine heavens!

"His realm!"

Wen Qingshan was horrified and looked at the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor in surprise. Even Qingfeng, who communicated with Tianfeng Pavilion's will of heaven and earth, was split open. Compared with before, this guy's cultivation base is even more terrifying. Everyone knows, where is the limit of the Yin Demon Sacred Ancestor at this moment!

"If this is your trump card, that's it!"

The downward gaze judges the thousands of cultivators in the Tianfeng Pavilion. The deep sense of powerlessness pouring out of everyone's hearts affects the hearts of everyone from top to bottom, even Wen Qingshan, which is known as the strongest defense in the heavenly palace. , are unable to stop the enemy's blow.

At this moment, the mutation protrudes!

The azure blue sword light flashed, the blood cloud condensed, and even the light curtain of blood flow behind the Yin Demon Sacred Ancestor was cut open. At this moment, the world was still.

"Shuanghuajian!"

With a hoarse voice, the Yin Demon Holy Ancestor turned his head and looked back at the corner of the void, "Tianxuexin, you still chose to die!"

"It's you!"

As soon as the voice fell, a bright golden gourd suddenly became larger, and it hung down from the head of the Yin Demon Holy Ancestor!

The void fluctuated, and the blood-colored robe tore the void sideways to avoid it.

"Bang!"

The huge gourd smashed a huge deep pit on the ground. After the shining golden light dissipated, the figures of Zun Lao and Ye Chen slowly appeared on the mouth of the gourd.

Following this, there is the overwhelming power of condemnation.

"Dare to offend Tianfeng Pavilion!"

The old man hadn't opened his mouth yet. Behind him, figures came one after another, and thousands of warriors from Tianfeng City who fought off the beast tide gathered in Tianfeng Pavilion at this moment.

"See the pavilion!"

"See the pavilion!"

The seriously injured Wen Qingshan stared at him and saw the figure of the man above the gourd. Behind him, thousands of people gathered together.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Seeing this, Wen Qingshan, who was full of tears, always had a ruddy look at the corners of his eyes.

"Lao Wen, leave it to us next!"

Marven Ye said softly.

"You are Ye Chen, the Lord of Reincarnation?"

Wen Qingshan is no stranger to Ye Chen's name. This young man who made the Yin Demon Temple return several times is truly extraordinary.

Although there is only a Taizhen realm cultivation base, for some reason, the tall and straight figure is proud at the moment, which gives people a feeling of peace of mind.

In front of the Maple Leaf Stage, Tianxuexin never said his whereabouts until he died. The man who was guarded by the elders of the Tiangong Divine Sect at the cost of his death is standing in front of him at this moment.

This moment is like a dream.

"Marven Ye!"

The voice of the Yin Demon Sacred Ancestor interrupted everyone, and there was a slight tremor in the hoarse voice.