Chapter 423: The Dao Fight! Begins!
The moment the words fell.
Figures emerged from the surroundings, a mighty aura swept across the world, the sky shook, and big stars fell.
Without any movement, just 1,500 immortals standing around, it was already a scene of the world collapsing and everything restarting.
"Please, the Most Holy and Mighty Dragon Emperor of Xuanshui, come with us to the Fire Virtue Palace!" Lord Jiehuo shouted.
The rolling sound waves are mixed with a mighty atmosphere, like millions of suns rising.
Liang Hui raised his eyes slightly, grinned, and glanced at the surrounding immortals:
"Are you worthy?"
The sea instantly fell into dead silence, with only four words echoing in the sky for a long time.
Hey! Hey! ~
Sounds of sneering echoed among the group of immortals.
"He is just a miscellaneous dragon who has the good fortune to occupy the position of Dragon King, and yet he is still making such a fuss here."
"When you kneel before the True Lord, you will know what regret is."
Amid the noise, Lord Jiehuo looked gloomy.
This time he brought 30% of the Fire Department's strength, but the dragon in front of him refused to surrender. He was really looking for death.
However, thinking of the identity of the dragon in front of him, he suppressed his murderous intent.
"Dragon Emperor, we have offended you."
Step forward, and the immortals will walk together here.
In an instant, the sea had evaporated, and the auras of fifteen hundred immortals combined and poured onto the body of Lord Jiehuo.
Keep it climbing!
rising!
Climb further!
"offend?"
Hearing this, Liang Hui narrowed his eyes and looked at the scorching sun approaching.
"Excuse me, let me see!"
As the words fell, he took a step forward!
With just one step forward, the power in his body expanded unprecedentedly, golden blood flowed rapidly throughout his body, and a pillar of qi and blood rose up.
Rumble!
Instantly, the heaven and earth shook violently! !
The blood and energy that boiled to the extreme instantly created an overwhelming gale, and in an instant, endless flames swept across the sky.
At the same time, he stretched out his hand, and as his five fingers turned, a red-gold sword light slowly stretched out.
The sword was nine feet long, with a jet-black hilt and a pure red blade. On it, an extremely sharp edge slowly emerged.
"Jian, Chunyang, is that you?"
In the vast sky, Lord Jiehuo’s pupils shrank between his brows!
There should be only one person in the world who has this kind of pure Yang sword energy that is completely different from Lu's.
A Taoist practitioner of the Pure Yang Dao.
"go!"
The thought flashed through my mind. It didn't matter whether I caught it or not. As long as I could pass the message back, it would be a great achievement.
Suddenly, a faint sound of sword was heard.
All the thoughts that were flowing through his mind froze.
Faintly, it seemed as if one saw a red-gold pillar of heaven forming and flickering.
Zhengzhengzheng~~~
In an instant, the sound of swords echoed above the sky, spreading continuously, as if infinite sword energy burst out at the same time, filling the entire world!
The fierce sword energy was like a wave, sweeping everything across the sky.
Countless immortal bodies were broken, blood dripped like waterfalls, and broken limbs and heads fell on the dry riverbed like rain, "crackling".
In the blink of an eye, all the fire immortals in the sky disappeared!
Liang Hui held the sword in one hand, stepped forward, and came to the front of Jiehuo Tianjun who was standing there in a daze, and slowly raised the Chiyun Dao Sword.
With a gentle probe and retraction, a red jade slip was picked out.
He took the jade slip and played with it in his palm for a while.
His body turned into sword light and headed towards the Great Desolate Realm. At the same time, bits of jade-colored debris floated down from the sword light.
The only one left there was Jiehuo Tianjun.
Snap! Snap! Swish!
Cracks appeared on the dark red armor, blood gushed out, and pieces of flesh scattered along with the armor.
Until their death, none of the 1,500 Fire Tribe immortals passed on the message, and the cause and effect of the entire world were also destroyed.
until
Crack! Liang Hui stood outside the Great Desolation Realm and crushed the jade slip in his hand.
Inside the Heavenly Palace, the Hall of Fire Virtue.
Lord Huode, who was drinking with an immortal, suddenly changed his expression.
His expression was grim and his eyes were extremely cold.
Snapped!
The wine glass fell to the ground, and the figure disappeared directly from the throne, leaving behind the group of immortals who were still drinking.
Less than an hour.
A big man wearing red armor and a red cloak walked out of the void, glancing at the blood-stained riverbed with a gloomy face.
The corners of my mouth couldn't help but twitch.
Even though he was heartbroken, the loss of fifteen hundred immortals was the power that truly belonged to him, but they all perished here.
"Dragon Emperor, good! Very good!!"
The cold and brutal voice echoed throughout the East China Sea.
Lord Huode looked at the direction where Liang Hui left, stepped forward and chased after him.
At the same time, the news of the heavy casualties in the Fire Tribe, driven by an unknown force, spread throughout the Heavenly Court like a hurricane.
A ray of sword light also fell from the sky and went towards the outside of Taihuang Realm.
Xihe stood in the sun, with three thousand worlds surrounding her, and worry flashed in her beautiful eyes.
The beautiful figure slowly disappeared.
After hearing the news, each of the powerful men responded differently.
Outside the Taihuang Realm, in the boundary sea.
Liang Hui stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as high as the sky and as indifferent as he looked into the distance in the direction of the Taihuang Realm.
"coming!"
Suddenly, ripples appeared in the young man's indifferent eyes.
At this moment, not only Liang Hui, but all the countless creatures and immortals in the entire Taihuang Realm had a dazed expression and looked up at the sky.
Even those who stood at the source of the avenue could not help but murmur:
"Master Huode, when you attack, you fight with all your might!"
Big day!
An endlessly terrifying divine sun leaped out from the Great Desolate Realm.
In an instant, an endless ocean of red poured down.
It was like an endless red divine light, majestic and magnificent, illuminating the vast sea of the world, illuminating the vast world, and illuminating the eternal time and space.
The aura of the highest, greatest, most supreme and most powerful is overwhelming and fills every tiny place.
Time and space no longer exist, all the paths are gone, the dimension collapses, and the endless world is suppressed. The glory that determines the eternal time and space has pressed the entire sea of world into a piece of flat thin paper. The big worlds are nothing more than insignificant black dots on the paper!
"Master Huode!!"
Liang Hui exclaimed in praise.
Such strong people should not be underestimated in the slightest. Their minds, wisdom, and decisions are incomparable.
Wow~Wow~
The Qi and blood were fully mobilized, the body was filled with divine light, and the infinite force made the thin paper wrinkle, as if a sacred mountain was about to emerge from the picture.
Tear! Tear!
Cracks appeared one after another, and golden energy and blood rushed into the sky.
The boundary sea that had condensed into paper suddenly exploded and returned to its original appearance.
Liang Hui stood in the sea, his body stained with blood, but it evaporated in an instant.
Liang Hui looked at the big red sun in front of him with a serious look in his eyes.
Holding the sword in one hand, he took a step and slashed out suddenly, sweeping up boundless earth, fire, wind and water, and the brilliant sword light carried an unparalleled edge.
Cut it on the red sun!
Noisy!Noisy!
With the harsh sound of friction, the sea of boundaries overturned, myriad paths dispersed, and everything seemed to have reversed into chaos!
"Pure Yang Dragon Emperor, the leader of all dragons, not bad!"
Huo De Zhen Jun lowered his eyes, looked at the sword mark on the back of his palm, and said lightly:
"What a pity, it has to end here!"
(End of this chapter)