Chapter 915 Adler

After being beaten by the Immortals once, they will probably be controlled in the future in terms of the distribution of benefits.

"Adler?"

The Eight-Armed Saint recognized the identity of the Immortal at a glance, and there was a strong fear in his eyes.

Adler is a legendary figure in the Immortals!

He is a hybrid of the human race and the Immortals, with the learning ability of the human race and the long lifespan and ageless appearance of the Immortals.

Although he is from the Immortals, Adler has only spent less than a thousand years of life since he started practicing, but he is already one of the top people in the Saint level! Some people say that Adler can now fight against the strong men who have just entered the Great Saint level.

No one knows whether this rumor is true or false!

But Adler's strength is real. At least at the Saint level, few people can challenge Adler!

The appearance of Adler made the Eight-Armed Saint's heart tighten.

He knew that there were saints of the Immortal Ancestors participating in the battle, but he did not expect that it would be someone as powerful as Adler!

"Hahaha! Our allies of the Immortal Clan, the organizer of the Beidou Battle, have arrived. You should die quickly! If you don't struggle, you may still have a complete body left. If you struggle and resist, we will let you know what it means to be worse than death."

Tyrone struggled slowly, and he laughed at Fang Yue and others.

His eyes were full of pride.

He was waiting for the strong men of the Temple of Gods and Demons and the expeditionary force with a look of despair to death.

"The last blow, the sea of ​​hellfire!"

Fang Yue's little devil clone was also a little surprised. The Immortal Clan seemed to be a little faster than he expected!

His original body had just passed the seventh level left by the Great Sun King!

There are two more levels before he can truly master the first seal in the Great Sun Palace, control the Great Sun Altar, and leave completely!

In order to delay the Immortal Clan, Fang Yue directly chose to let the hundreds of flame creatures that had rushed into the group of geniuses of the Beidou Contest organizers self-destruct.

The roaring flames soared into the sky, and the black swallowed up all the light and hope!

Originally, the geniuses of the Beidou Contest organizers just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the overall situation was settled, and no matter how arrogant Fang Yue was, he could not cause any waves!

However, Fang Yue immediately gave them a hard and loud slap in the face, telling them that this matter was not over yet!

The sea of ​​hell was surging!

Crazy waves of fire rolled up the sky!

The geniuses of the Beidou Contest organizers made beeping and popping sounds on their bodies, and their delicate skins were burned into charcoal. They didn't even have time to struggle before they were completely submerged in the sea of ​​fire and became pieces of black rotten wood!

"Fang Yue, I want to die with you!"

Tailong's eyes were wide open, and the anger in his heart could no longer be expressed in simple words.

He thought the situation was settled and the organizers of the Beidou War would not suffer any more losses.

He thought that the other two forces that joined forces with the Immortal Clan would only be slaughtered!

But who could have expected that Fang Yue would actually attack so wildly before his defeat. The fire just now at least turned the bodies of nearly a thousand Xian Miao disciples carefully selected by the organizers of the Beidou War into ashes!

However, Adler of the Immortal Clan did not move at all.

He was only responsible for assisting the organizers of the Beidou War to win this war!

As for how many people the organizers of the Beidou War would die.

That was no longer within the scope of their consideration and cooperation!

The blood on the ground evaporated in the black flames.

Fang Yue looked at Tai Long, with a silent contempt in his smile.

Tai Long was angry and wanted to attack Fang Yue a second time!

Tai Long flew into the air, and the black hellfire on his body was burning.

Tai Long was really determined this time. Even if his meridians were burned by the hellfire and he was left with irreversible injuries, he must kill Fang Yue!

Even if it was just a clone to vent his anger, it also represented the irresistible majesty of the organizer of the Beidou Competition.

Fang Yue's eyebrows were drooping.

Like a Buddha.

"Fang Yue, be careful!"

"Tai Long, stop!"

Elder Yin Yue and the Eight-armed Saint had to protect Fang Yue's clone!

Tai Long had crossed the line. He, a saint, repeatedly attacked a junior in the world realm, which had already violated the agreement and rules between saints!

"You two should just watch carefully from the side!"

Adler made a move, and a holy land unfolded, freezing thousands of miles, making Elder Yin Yue and the Eight-armed Saint's bodies a little stiff. If they slowed down a little, Fang Yue would have faced Tai Long!

"Tyrone, you think you have a trump card, but I don't have one?"

"Can a saint-level warrior really crush everything?"

Fang Yue's tone was calm, but there was a taste of going against the will of heaven and defeating the immortals!

Since ancient times, saints cannot be bullied, but Fang Yue is going to break this ancient rule and establish a legend! An epic!

Fang Yue raised his hand, and a mirror floated in the air!

Yin Yang Mirror!

This is one of the few relics left by Tu Tiandao!

In the Xuanhuang world, Tu Tiandao's name is not well-known.

He seems to be a cluster of bright fireworks in the starry sky, flashing and disappearing!

But in fact, he is a benchmark in the world of practitioners in the Ten Thousand Worlds.

A benchmark that goes against the will of heaven and defeats the saints at the third level of the Chedi Realm!

At his peak, Tu Tian Dao Ren could challenge the Great Sage with his mid-stage Saint realm!

He is a legend, a demon!

Yin Yang Realm is one of the treasures he spent his life forging!

It once accompanied Tu Tian Dao Ren in his battles!

Now, Fang Yue wants to use its power to create another legend, a myth!

"Yin Yang Turn!"

Tai Long approached, he used the world-class secret method to evolve a piece of heaven and earth, he wanted to trap Fang Yue and himself in it.

So that the Ten Thousand Worlds could not interfere with their battle.

However, that piece of heaven and earth has not yet been played.

The light of Yin Yang Realm is the last to come.

Yin and Yang reversed, the earth floated, and turned into a yellow hazy sky!

The sky fell, and it became a piece of azure land!

"The world fell, the sun and the moon lost their light!"

Fang Yue spoke again.

The world showed a doomsday scene, the moon was destroyed, the stars sank, and the mountains and rivers were destroyed!

The world that had just evolved was destroyed at a very fast speed.

Tyrone was hit back and immediately spat out a mouthful of thick black blood!

There was still hellfire burning in the blood, which stripped all the essence in the blood and evaporated it quickly!

This was the second hard fight between Tyrone and Fang Yue, and it still ended in a miserable way.

Tyrone's face was as gloomy as water.

His record was too miserable. With the qualifications of a saint, he bullied a small cultivator in the world realm, but he was still slightly defeated!

This time, Adler of the Undead did not help Tyrone, which was too shameful!

If a small cultivator at the level of the world realm, no matter how evil, if two saints join forces to kill him, even if they win, it will become their lifelong shame!

The hellfire on Tyrone's body has never been cut off, because he forced his move, and even made the hellfire burn more!

Tyrone's internal organs were all burned by the hellfire. Even if he was a saint-level strongman, his internal organs were still fragile.

His injuries are irreversible. Even if they can be cured, at least within a hundred years, he will have difficulty making any progress!

Tai Long's eyes were fixed on Fang Yue, and the anger in them was burning even more vigorously!

"How could you possibly control a saint-level magic weapon! This Yin-Yang mirror, if I guess correctly, should have been left by Tu Tian Daoist back then! Red for life, black for death! Back then, in order to strangle Tu Tian Daoist, the organizers of our Beidou Contest suffered a lot of casualties! But in the end, it was a pity that Tu Tian Daoist actually escaped at the last moment of his death! His wealth was left in the void of the universe, but I didn't expect it to be obtained by you!"

A young man wearing a white cloak and with a handsome and almost weird face walked out slowly. His figure came from far to near, and the land under his feet quickly passed by!

"Nalan Wuque!"

When the Eight-Armed Saint saw this handsome and weird boy, his breathing was slightly stagnant.

From a certain perspective, Nalan Wuque can be said to be one of the most peak existences among the saints. His strength and means can be said to be comparable to Adler, but in terms of fame, Nalan Wuque is even greater than Adler! Because, Nalan Wuque once slaughtered five half-step great saints with the strength of the peak saint realm eight hundred years ago.

He became famous in one battle and became a member of the first echelon among the saints!

Originally, the appearance of Adler had already put a lot of pressure on the eight-armed saint. Now, the appearance of Nalan Wuque almost locked the final outcome.

Adler, one person can easily overturn the joint efforts of several saints.

Adding Nalan Wuque, the two of them joined forces, even the great saints are not afraid!

"Fang Yue, you commit suicide! I admit that you have amazing talent, but unfortunately, you chose the wrong position and should not stand opposite the organizer of the Beidou Battle. The water of the organizer of the Beidou Battle is deeper than you think, and even I can't get in touch with the core secrets!"

Nalan Wuque's tone was calm, like an emperor, deciding the life and death of a mortal!

"Give you a decent death! Live up to your talent!"

Nalan Wuque's words were full of a high-handed judgment.

Fang Yue also knew that he was definitely not Nalan Wuque's opponent.

The attack of Yin-Yang Realm just now had exhausted all the reincarnation true qi in his body!

The power of a saint is unmatched. Even if Fang Yue tried his best, he could only use the saint's magic weapon to exert a strike comparable to that of a true saint.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that this body is just a clone.

The reincarnation true qi contained in it is less than one thousandth of the original body!

If it were the original body, the attack just now might have killed Tailong!

Fang Yue looked at Nalan Wuque.

"Are you really embarrassed to attack a junior like me?"

Fang Yue was still stalling for time.

The original body has successfully passed the eighth level and walked into the ninth room!

As long as he gets the Sun Palace, Fang Yue will leave immediately.

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about. A lion needs to use all its strength to fight a rabbit. What's more, I may not be a lion in your heart, and you are not a rabbit either!"

Nalan Wuque has no emotions. He is more calm than Tai Long, and at the same time more terrifying!

Only such a person can become a great man and a powerful leader!

Fang Yue's palm trembled, and the Yin-Yang Mirror had been sent into the storage space of the other dimension.

This clone of his can perish, but the Yin-Yang Mirror cannot be lost.