"when!"

The Heavenly Emperor's killing formation trembled slightly, and a yellow bell came from the sound of the yellow bell. In the void around the immortal tower, blood light surged, and a large area of ​​star fields appeared, the ancient star floated and sun was dazzling, and the Heavenly Emperor's killing formation was activated.

A vast and majestic aura attacked all directions. The ten stars transformed by the ten dragon-transforming gods fell into the strange phenomenon of the Heavenly Emperor's killing formation in an instant, like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.

The Heavenly Emperor's killing formation was arisen, endless stars fell, and the true immortal condensed by blood appeared in the Heavenly Emperor's killing formation, shouting and killing sounds shook the sky, bringing everyone to an ancient battlefield in the fairy world!

When everyone outside saw this scene, their pupils suddenly shrank and they were all stunned.

"It's this killing formation again, it's this killing formation again!"

Suddenly, a saint king screamed, his eyes were covered in blood, and his expression was extremely chaotic. He was walking in the void as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, "rubbing and rubbing" and was constantly retreating, and was greatly stimulated.

"What's wrong?"

Many people looked over and showed strange looks in their eyes. This person was at least a saint king, right? He actually had a little destruction in his behavior.

Unexpectedly, the saint king's lips turned white and his whole body was trembling. His head was lowered and suddenly raised it up and said in a trembling voice: "Twenty years ago... in the Tianchen Star Domain, Emperor Ye Tian established a shocking killing formation, exactly the same as this one..."

The saint king said, with deep fear in his eyes. His hands and feet trembled, and he continued: "It's just that during that battle, the people trapped in the killing formation were not the ten heavenly masters, but two...Mahayana monks..."

"What?"

Everyone was stunned and couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning, their eyes were about to protrude, and their scalp felt numb, as if thousands of ants were biting.

"Are they... the two Mahayana monks killed by this magic circle?" Another ancient saint asked with a pale face.

"yes……"

The saint king spoke in a trembling voice, and cold sweat from his forehead surged out.

"hiss!"

The whole audience was silent, everyone took a breath of air conditioning and got goosebumps all over.

Everyone felt their faces hot. At this moment, everyone finally understood why this saint king reacted so violently. The magic circle that even Mahayana monks could kill. Do these ten dragon-turned-spirited Heavenly Venerables in the Holy Land of Tianchi have a chance to survive?

At the same time, a strange phenomenon bulged in the Heavenly Emperor's killing formation.

The true immortals kept falling in the distance, the sun was annihilated, and the stars exploded, and the scene was as shocking as the end of the world. The ten heavenly priests stood in the center of the vision, their eyebrows pounding, and an unknown premonition appeared in everyone's hearts.

Bloody figures appeared in front of the ten dragon-transforming gods, making them all surrounded by vigilantly as if they were facing a great enemy.

In front, a man was wearing ancient costumes and holding an immortal sword in his hand, with "dragon pattern" and "phoenix li". This is a big man million years ago. He was the master of the Taihuang Sword. He had already ascended to the fairy world. He founded a holy land of immortals, but unfortunately he had long been destroyed in the long river of history.

On the other side, a young man in his twenties and seventy-eight years old appeared. He held a long spear and stabbed it out with one shot. More than a dozen ancient stars exploded one after another, turning into powder, which was terrifying.

At the same time, a three-legged tripod appeared, which was simple and grand, with patterns of insects, birds, fish and grass on it. It did not belong to this era at all. It can be traced back to an era, floating on the top of a middle-aged man's head, and fought with another man with bronze skin and holding a golden spear.

At this moment, a three-legged golden crow flew over, and his body was covered with divine feathers, like a divine phoenix in the fairy world, bathed in endless demonic fire, as dazzling as the sun. These were the previous ancestors of the Jin Crow clan, who had already ascended to the fairy world, but was evolved here at this moment.

"That's the Taihuang Sword..."

An old man's pupils shrank suddenly and his face was full of horror.

"Hiss! There is also the Mahayana demon clan of the Golden Crow Royal Clan, he... hasn't he ascended to the fairy world?"

"That man can knock a star with one punch. What a terrifying power..."

This terrifying vision is so shocking that no one can calm down.

"Damn it! It's them!"

The black donkey was also in the Heavenly Emperor's killing formation. When it saw these scenes, the big stars fell and the true immortals fought each other, the donkey's hair exploded, like a hedgehog, turning into a black light and hiding behind Ye Cheng. Two of them belonged to the era of the black donkey, and they actually knew it.

"Is this within your magic circle?"

The old Dragon-Cultivation Heavenly Lord spoke, with a flash of light in his eyes, and he looked at Ye Cheng with a momentum.

Ye Cheng smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth and said, "This is the Heavenly Emperor's killing formation. The last time I used it, it was used to kill two Mahayana ancestors."

"What!"

As soon as Ye Cheng said this, the ten dragon-transforming Heavenly Venerables almost jumped up from the void, their eyes widened, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly. At this moment, the aura of the Heavenly Venerables surged out and was fluctuating violently.

"Kill them all!"

Ye Cheng carried his hands on his back and spoke calmly, directly sentenced these ten people to death.

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-colored phantoms in the Heavenly Emperor's killing formation all moved. They gathered together and attacked the ten dragon-turning gods.

"Do it!"

These ten Hualong Heavenly Venerables were facing a great enemy, and even Mahayana monks fell here. They felt very bad. Most of them were really in danger. Everyone's hearts sank, but no one wanted to, and they were waiting for death.

"kill!"

The Dragon-Wild Heavenly Lord holding a battle axe was the first to be the one who was the first to rush forward without knowing the power of the blood-colored true immortal phantom. The master of the Taihuang Sword attacked, holding the Taihuang Sword, and slashed the Dragon-Wild Heavenly Lord with one sword!

"puff!"

There was no suspense, a big head flew up, and the eyes of this head were filled with a look of horror.

‘How is this possible…just a phantom, can I kill me with one sword?’

The Dragon-Wild Heavenly Lord was frightened, but this was his last thought. The next moment, a blood light suddenly appeared, his head was split open by the Taihuang Sword, and the spiritual platform between his eyebrows was destroyed. At the same time, the Taihuang Sword slashed again, splitting the body of the Dragon-Wild Heavenly Lord, causing the Nascent Soul in his dantian to fall.

"this……"

Everyone outside was so scared that they were trembling when they saw this scene.

"A dragon-turning priest died like this?"

Everyone looked pale and their chin was about to fall to the ground, as if they were seeing a ghost.

Ye Cheng firmly sat on the top of the Immortal Tower. After summoning the Blood-colored True Immortal Phantom, he never paid attention to everything in the battlefield. This is a corner of the real Heavenly Emperor Killing Formation. Although it is incomplete, the Blood-colored True Immortal Phantom is comparable to the later existence of the Heavenly Lord. Even the Mahayana Ancestor can be injured, let alone the mere initial stage of the Dragon Heavenly Lord?

A phantom of a blood-colored true immortal took action. He held a long bow in his hand, and his aura was overwhelming. He pulled the bow into a full moon and shot at another dragon-turning emperor.

"Swoosh!"

A blood-colored feathered arrow hit, with amazing momentum and even the sun could shoot down.

"puff!"

The Dragon-Wild Heavenly Lord, stared by this bloody true immortal, had a blood hole in his body and was shot through with an arrow, and there was no time to defend himself. However, he was only slightly injured and burned the essence of life in fear to repair the wound.

Seeing this, the blood-colored true immortal continued to draw his bow and shoot, and more than a dozen feather arrows were shot at the same time. Seeing this, the unlucky Dragon-Crafting Heavenly Lord was shocked and angry. He opened his mouth and spit out more than a dozen holy-level defensive magic weapons to block it, but it was like tofu, which was vulnerable at all. He was shattered by these dozen feather arrows and turned into powder.

"Swoosh!"

These dozen feather arrows had no intention of stopping. They seemed to have recognized the Dragon Transformation Heavenly Lord, all landed on him, pierced his body, and shot out blood holes, which was shocking.

"puff!"

"Um!"

The dragon transformed into a dragon and his eyes widened, and his pupils suddenly shrank. A feather arrow pierced through his head and shattered the spiritual platform between his eyebrows. Another feather arrow shot through his dantian, nailing the blood-colored Yuanying in his body to death!

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, the monks who had traveled far away took a breath of air again, and their hearts were about to rush to their throats. How long has it been? Two of the ten dragon-transforming gods fell?

"kill!"

A delicate shout came, and the Qinglian Tianzun was stared at by the phantom of the blood-colored true immortal singing in her hand. She let her use her methods to evolve into a terrifying vision. A green lotus appeared behind her and even used the rainbow bridge four or five times in a row, burning the essence and blood of life, and smashing the phantom of the blood-colored true immortal, but it could not cause any harm to him.

"puff!"

The sudden appearance of blood is extremely terrifying.

"ah!"

Qinglian Tianzun screamed, her jade neck was cut off directly, her pretty face was filled with fear and regret, and a trace of struggle flashed deep in her beautiful eyes. But her opponent would not be sympathetic at all. The phantom of the blood-colored true immortal came, and the golden long spear in her hand slashed, directly cutting Qinglian Tianzun's body into two halves, and then swept the long spear across, shattering Qinglian Tianzun's head!

The peerless beauty five thousand years ago fell here!

"No, Fairy Qinglian!"

Outside the Heavenly Emperor's killing formation, several saint-level powerful men and a saint king exclaimed, their eyes were about to break and tears were filled with tears. They were the suitors of Fairy Qinglian back then, but now they watched her die, but they were powerless.

"puff!"

"ah!"

At the same time, in another direction, two blood lights suddenly appeared. The true immortal demon ancestor of the Jinwu clan and the man with a large cauldron floating above his head exerted force at the same time and killed the two dragon-turning gods.

At this moment, less than a quarter of an hour before the ten dragon-transforming celestial masters from the Tianchi Holy Land came to the Immortal Tower and fell five people.

"Emperor Ye Tian, ​​you are so cruel! Even if I turn into a ghost, I will not let you go!"

The old Dragon-Crafting Heavenly Lord said angrily, with long silver-white hair, scattered and attached to his face, looking hideous and terrifying.

He is the middle-level cultivation level of the Dragon Transformation and the most terrifying person among these ten people, but he is still covered in blood at this moment. Although he has persisted for several rounds and has not yet died, it is a matter of time.

"Don't worry, if you die in the Heavenly Emperor's killing formation, your soul will fall. You have no possibility of reincarnation, so you will not become a ghost."

Ye Cheng spoke calmly, pouring himself and drinking at the highest point of the Fairy Tower, without even the intention of looking at this person.

"Ah, I hate it!"

The old man screamed.

"puff!"
To be continued...