Chapter 1158

Jiang Feng and others, stay in place, look at each other.

This man's cultivation is too strong to imagine, and he should have participated in the battle of Xiangu battlefield, so he knows more.

Jiang Feng wanted to take the opportunity to ask for something, but he didn't expect that the other party left a word in a hurry and disappeared,

Apart from them, there should not be many monks left in the immortal and ancient battlefield. Since the remaining monks have not come to the ancient ruins, their accomplishments will not be too high.

These people are not enough for the strong man of the immortal refining clan to kill.

Someone else is going to kill him.

As for who it was, Jiang Feng didn't know, but fortunately, the other side didn't kill them.

Moreover, the identity of the three color monster is now understood. It is the tiger swallowing the sky in the ancient times. No wonder it scares the ordinary monsters. It's a blood deterrent.

At this time, in a mainland of Xiangu battlefield, there was an ancient temple with a huge courtyard.

At this time, in this courtyard, there is an old man who is immortal. This old man was drinking tea. He is very leisurely.

But at this moment, his face suddenly changed, he suddenly looked up and looked into the distance.

"How can there be the breath fluctuation of the three strong fairies!" The old man's voice was suspicious.

"Don't..." the old man seemed to think of something, and his eyes suddenly filled with horror. Without saying a word, he didn't even have the courage to explore himself. He pointed to the void, and a door appeared. In that door, there was pure spirit of Xianyuan surging.

As soon as the old man stepped forward, he entered the door.

Just after he entered the gate, the space he was in seemed to be cut by a sword. Suddenly, he was bound by a powerful force. After this space disappeared, the place where the ancient temple was turned into a chaotic space.

When the immortal old man stepped out of the door, he was shocked. He didn't return to the Jiutian fairy world, but was still in the immortal ancient battlefield. A terrible atmosphere of extermination came from the crazy suppression, which made him show the color of horror.

This is the suppression of the rules of heaven and earth, which is also the reason why he dare not explore the immortal and ancient battlefield by himself, because he came with the strength of breaking the road. Once he acted rashly, he would be suppressed by the rules of heaven and earth.

Especially in this immortal battlefield, the power of the existing rules, for him, is even more like the blade of death.

In ancient times, countless races joined hands to overthrow the rule of the immortal Kingdom, and eventually all of them were exterminated.

However, in order to leave a valuable heritage after death, they used their own body broken rules to construct the power of rules belonging to the immortal and ancient battlefield.

People from the nine immortals realm will be crushed when they step into the land.

Therefore, for so many years, the nine heaven immortal world can only send friars to come here to open up a safe place for people in that square inch of land, instead of exploring the ancient immortal battlefield at will.

Moreover, the cultivation of the dispatched personnel should not be too high. Otherwise, even if they are in a safe place, there is a great chance that the power of the rules existing in the ancient immortal battlefield will be disturbed.

This is also the reason why the monk of fairyland left without saying a word after he realized that there were three strong men in fairyland.

He knew very well that he was able to appear here, but he was not suppressed by the rules of the Xiangu battlefield. It must have something to do with the ancient tribes who fell down in the Xiangu battlefield. Most of them survived, not by themselves.

But he didn't expect that even if he started at the first time, he couldn't leave. His space was directly cut off.

The other side's strength is amazing, so it should reach the realm of Yuzun.

"You monks of the fairyland dare to come to the battle field of the ancient fairyland. What a shame!" A voice of indifference came from nothingness, which made the immortal feel scared and ready to crack.

He turned his head and saw a magnificent figure in the void several feet away. He was walking towards him.

"All the friars of the ancient clan who fell in the battle field of Xiangu should have died. They were severely investigated at the beginning. If you were one of them, you would not have survived." Said the monk coldly.

"You fairyland friars can reshape the rules. It's not surprising that I live a second life." The middle-aged friar said lightly.

"It turns out that you have cultivated the second. This is the second hand left by your ancient people after they died that year?" The old man in the fairyland looks suspicious. It's not easy to cultivate the second. Not one of millions of people will succeed. Moreover, there are very few skills to cultivate the second. Since ancient times, there are only a few monks who can successfully cultivate the second.

"It's not a backhand, it's just a glimmer of hope." The middle-aged Friar's tone was cold, and his body gradually solidified. His body sent out the air of terror, shaking in all directions.

"Are there any other ancient people like you?" Immortal monk Ning Mei asked, a person is not terrible, terrible is, so many ancient people died in the immortal ancient battlefield, there is a glimmer of hope to stay, that is more terrible things.

"It's none of your business. I'm here simply to kill you!" The middle-aged monk said calmly that if the devil was born, the space would be smashed and overbearing.

"It's really the realm of Yuzun!" The old man of fairyland said in disbelief that the rules of the inferior mainland had been reshaped, and no strong people of this level were allowed to appear. So he couldn't believe it all the time. But at this time, he didn't believe it and had to believe it. The power released by the other side was really the real power that belonged to the realm of respect.

"So many years have passed, and the world has changed. This is not what it used to be. I advise you not to dream of revenge!" As the monk spoke, his hands made a seal of immortality, interwoven with brilliant rays, and he suddenly went to the other side's fist.

"The realm of broken Tao." The middle-aged friar sneered and showed a trace of disdain. This kind of cultivation was not enough for him to kill.

The domineering and extraordinary fist has no fear of being imprisoned by the immortal seal. It blows it up directly, and the power of the immortal yuan diffuses. Every fragment can break through a piece of space!

The monk of fairyland was horrified. The opponent's fist was so terrible that he had incomparable supernatural power.

Boom!

The middle-aged monk's fist fell on the monk of fairyland. It was like a violent wave. The power of hegemony was surging wave after wave, trying to tear the other person's body completely.

The middle-aged monk used his whole body strength and condensed countless runes on his body. Under the crazy urge, you can even see that his whole meridians are glowing.

"Go to hell!" The middle-aged friar yelled furiously, and suddenly a force against the heaven ran along his arm. His fist immediately had more powerful killing power, and hit the friar of fairyland hard.