The monks looked at the fight in the sky in surprise.

The Grand Avenue Strike did not appear, and the Xuanfeng Divine Weapon seemed to have failed to exert its expected power. In their eyes, they saw that the world suddenly collapsed and turned into a land of nothingness.

How can you use your magical powers when you have no place to stand?

"Is it just like this?"

"It shouldn't be."

"..."

"Yuan Daojun is worthy of being the pioneer of the Immortal Tower. His great ways are truly terrifying."

Many Dao Lords also marveled at Yuan Tong's methods.

It's not that they were unfamiliar with Yuan Tong, but no matter how familiar they were, they were never so surprised to see him take action, and they were even more vigilant.

Yuan Tong waved his hand and was about to completely destroy the void in the distance.

However, when he raised his hand, he felt slight resistance.

Take a closer look.

The almost imaginary threads flickered slightly under the divine light.

Then under his gaze, and under the gazes of many Dao Lords, black and red silk threads revealed his figure.

The silk threads emit mist, and there is mist there, which is clearly the mysterious breath of Yin-Yang Avenue.

The mysterious breath completely solidifies time and space into a huge cake.

The chain of life and death is like a knife for cutting a cake.

As long as it moves slightly, everything in space and time will be cut into pieces.

There is no roar, no ghost roar.

The sky in front of me suddenly shattered.

A hammer tearing apart time and space was tightly grasped by the green and white ghost hands and headed straight for Yuan Tong's head.

And the mace is like the spindle of the avenue.

Countless black and red silk threads tightened under the agitation of the spindle.

Crunch, crunch.

The crisp sound of collapse echoed.

Just like the cry of the avenue and the cry of the sky, it is a precursor to the fragmentation of time and space that cannot bear it.

"Suffer death!"

It's like the faint Taoist music coming from ancient sacrifices.

Crunch.

Crunch!

Bang!

Completely collapsed.

Yuan Tong had no choice but to rely on his strong moral skills to resist. Countless fragments of the Mysterious Thread of Life and Death washed away in a rain of swords.

What made him even more unprepared was that Xuansi tightened the 'hammer' and locked his body at the same time.

As a result, he also had to face Tushanjun's heavy blow.

Keng!

Weapons clash.

The avenues collide.

boom!

The two shadows of the great road, carrying the true power, exploded with a shocking blow.

It's like two worlds colliding.

The vibrating Daoxi Xuanfeng shattered this area barrier, and even the coast of the East China Sea trembled, as if it would be defeated by the battle between the two powerful men at any time and fell into the endless water.

The Lord of Yin Yang Life and Death smiled ferociously and swung a blow.

The master of Da Cang's way of killing fell from the distant sky, but stood still when he was about to fall into the void.

The magic weapon in his hand kept vibrating.

It was a weird weapon that didn't look like a sword, but it was surrounded by thousands of murderous auras, as if this magical weapon had already killed people without any intention of killing.

Yuan Tong, whose crown was shattered and whose robes were in tatters, had only faint knife marks on his body.

A little blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but it turned into mysterious energy and disappeared in an instant.

His figure seemed real and illusory. He was clearly standing here, but he seemed to be standing not far from Tushanjun.

Tu Shanjun, who was holding the main body of the soul flag, did not attack rashly, but gently uttered the name of the divine weapon: "Destroy!"

The whole person also surged like mysterious breath, revealing Wu Rong who was in charge of the soul flag.

Wu Rong said in a deep voice: "These are not dead."

"I don't think he was seriously injured."
Chapter completed!