Chapter 409： : 0 million troops come, fart, one person

Xuan Tianzong.

Today's Xuantian Sect is running at high speed, and all the disciples are preparing how to deal with the next battle.

But outside, countless monks were watching.

They are here to witness the demise of Xuan Tianzong, and to witness the fall of a generation of Tianjiao Chu madman.

On a certain mountain peak, there are more than a dozen people surrounded here.

They are all saints, including Taoist Taixu, the great monk of Leiyin Temple, the great demon of the underworld and so on.

At this moment, they were looking in the direction of Xuan Tianzong with strange eyes.

"You said, can Madman Chu survive this time?" said an old man with a whisk in his hand, who was also too imaginary saint.

Hearing his words, the sage of the underground palace next to him sneered and said: "Keep it through? You look too high at Xuantianzong, right? Xuantianzong has only three or four sages to survive. How can a madman alone stop the unknown."

The others also agree.

Tai Xuguan saint also said something casually, and after hearing the words of the underworld saint, he did not refute.

He also thought that Xuantianzong was in a catastrophe this time. He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity that Madman Chu, a generation of Tianjiao was so defeated by the current situation, otherwise, with his rising speed, it will not take a hundred years, I am afraid It is really invincible in the world."

"Yes."

"indeed so."

Even the underworld saint who had had a lot of grudges with Madman Chu had to admit that the other party was amazing.

But he still said: "It's a pity, this person is too arrogant, otherwise he won't fall to this level, blame him for not knowing how to keep a low profile."

"Look, here it comes."

Suddenly someone exclaimed and looked into the distance.

I saw one immortal boat flying by from a distance, and on each immortal boat, there were cultivators standing densely packed with countless numbers.

A breath of incomparable horror poured out from these immortal boats, slapped against the void like a tide.

An army of millions of monks came, and there were even various saints among them. The scene before him was so shocking that many people were lost in their eyes.

Even the saint could not help swallowing, shocked.

"There are so many monks, there are millions."

"It's amazing."

The monks who were watching near Xuan Tianzong were speechless.

The scene before me was too terrifying.

"It's over."

"This time, Xuan Tianzong is really finished."

Inside Xuantianzong.

The second ancestor Xuantian, the third ancestor, Xuanqi, Elder Ruyan, Saint Thousand Moon, and others have also seen the dense army of monks.

All of them have an extremely solemn color on their faces.

"Far more than imagined."

"Most of them are monks from Thirty-Six Islands. They have the deepest grievances with the headmaster. I heard that the headmaster killed their snake **** or something."

Immortal boats surrounded Xuan Tianzong tightly from all directions.

The endless coercion is like a tide, covering the entire Xuantianzong.

Under this coercion, all the disciples couldn't help but pale, and even the Taoists couldn't help but sweat on their foreheads.

The mere coercion made them unbearable.

How do you fight this? !

Even if they have a mortal heart, they can't help but feel desperate and helpless. The gap is too big.

Right now, Xuantianzong had only 10,000 disciples, but there were a million troops on the opposite side, and there were still many saints.

On the other hand, Xuantianzong, aside from the madman of Chu, the sage is also the Thousand Moon Sage, the second ancestor of Xuantian, the third ancestor, the sage of Qingshuang, the one from the Qingyun Dynasty, and there are only five people who are full.

There is no fight at all!

The coercion of terror escalated from the army of monks.

The second ancestor Xuantian, the third ancestor and other saints are also urging coercion to resist pressure for everyone, but it seems a little insignificant.

The number of saints far exceeds them.

A few people walked out of an immortal boat.

The tyrannical rhyme of sainthood circulates in everyone.

And they are the most powerful saints in the Orthodoxy who came to join the war this time apart from the Unknowable.

"The ancestor Cangwang Sheng of the Tyrannical Saints, the Heavenly King Li Sheng of the Heavenly Palace, the Celestial Saints of the Bahuang Palace, and the two of them are the sun and moon double sages overseas, and the two strongest sages overseas."

"These people are not weaker than the existence of the Great Sage."

"In order to deal with the Madman Chu, they all gathered together."

Many people were amazed after seeing these saints.

The second ancestor Xuantian looked at the sages on the opposite side with a serious face.

You know, these people, just picking out one is enough for Xuan Tianzong to deal with, let alone they are all together at the moment.

"Sages of Xuan Tianzong, you surrender now and take the initiative to let the Madman Chu come out and die. Maybe we can spare you not to die."

The saint wearing a black robe said lightly.

This person is the Blue King Saint of the Overlord Saint Clan.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the strongest of the dignified overlord saints would one day become a running dog. It's really funny."

Second Ancestor Xuantian said lightly.

However, Cangwangsheng's face did not change in any way.

"Many people in Chu are unrighteous, and there will be today's results. He deserves his sins. The saint of Xuan Tianzong, think about it carefully and take the initiative to let the people in Chu go out and die. You may still live."

"Do you think that's possible?"

The second ancestor Xuantian sneered.

"It seems that there is no more talk."

The Cang King Sheng said lightly, stepping forward, a terrifying sage coercion broke out, and the sages behind him also urged coercion.

In an instant, the coercion shrouded in the sky above Xuan Tianzong increased fiercely.

The endless coercion is like a big net, covering everyone's head, even the supreme supreme can not help but turn pale with a brush.

Many disciples trembled even more, as if to kneel down.

"Xuan Tianzong... will be destroyed!!"

Cang Wang Sheng said indifferently.

"fart!"

A cold drink resounded suddenly.

A terrifying sword rhyme erupted from the longevity hall, turning into a substantive purple sword shadow, rising into the sky!

The sharp and majestic coercion swept and spread, and the coercive net formed by the army of millions of monks was suddenly torn apart.

The disciples looked slightly relaxed.

The millions of cultivators all looked at the Hall of Longevity with solemn expressions.

Seeing the palace door opened, a figure in white clothes slowly stepped out, wide-sleeved white robe, a jade crown on his head, and a gorgeous ancient sword on his waist.

Out of the hall, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is the madman of Chu.

Behind him.

There are also two equally beautiful women, one is cold and holy as a goddess, the other is noble and beautiful like a queen.

These two women are Lan Yu and Gu Linglong. They follow behind Chu Kuangren and face the army of millions of cultivators without fear.

With every step that Madman Chu took, the rhyme of the sword on his body became strong. When he came in front of everyone, his coercive force had actually overwhelmed the army of millions of cultivators on the opposite side!

Like an endless wind, flying in the void wantonly.

Crazy, domineering!

"Destroy me Xuan Tianzong? Who gave you the courage to say such nonsense, is this group of crooked melons, cracked dates, rotten fish and stinky shrimps behind you?"

The madman of Chu stared at all directions with cold eyes.

One person's momentum overwhelmed the audience, even an army of millions of cultivators could hardly suppress him.