1892 Chapter 1892 Meeting Old Friends
"Netherworld Nine Spirit Bird!"
The tall and sturdy old man was an experienced and knowledgeable person. He immediately recognized the identity of the nine spirits and couldn't help but exclaim, "Or is it the Netherworld Nine Spirit Bird that has already undergone nine cycles of reincarnation?"
After a split-second, the tall and sturdy old man's gaze towards the nine spirits became scorching hot. Greed uncontrollably surfaced in the depths of his eyes.
The "Netherworld Nine Spirit Bird" of the Nine Revolutions of Samsara had a long lifespan.
In this regard, it had even surpassed the Empyrean and had almost reached the point of immortality. Most importantly, the "Netherworld Nine Spirit Bird" that had experienced nine cycles of reincarnation had almost no bottlenecks in its cultivation. As long as it was not killed, it would be able to step into the supreme Empyrean Realm without any suspense.
If he could control a "Netherworld Nine Spirit Bird", it would be equivalent to controlling a future super expert.
It was impossible for him not to be moved. Most importantly, this "Netherworld Nine Spirit Bird" was currently only a God King. Controlling it was simply too easy.
"Boom!"
A loud noise reverberated through the air.
The five peak Medial Heavenly Kings had already clashed head on with Long Jun and the sword thrusts. The terrifying Strength Qi was like a violent storm that swept out in all directions, and wherever it passed, the plants and trees were all turned into fine powder. In the river beside them, huge waves that were hundreds of meters tall were also set off, and countless waves splashed everywhere.
After the attack, a middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. He staggered and fell thousands of meters away, but the sword thrust dodged the attacks of those people at an astonishing speed and collided with the hastily condensed Sky Origin Barrier in front of its chest, directly knocking it out.
However, Long Jun, who did not have such speed, was covered by a few powerful attacks. Pang Shuo's body was instantly pushed back a thousand meters. However, this fellow's skin was thick and his flesh was thick. Although there were many wounds on his body, making him look bloody, his strength was not affected at all.
"Roar!"
Long Jun raised his head and roared. He was already angered to the extreme. In the past few years, the group of dragons it led had been constantly growing stronger, and they were practically invincible. Especially after there was an additional Upper Sky King Stage Dragon Clan Ranker in the group, it had never been in such a sorry state again.
High up in the sky, the nine spirits were also extremely furious. They opened their mouths, and a vast amount of death aura roared out like a collapsing dam, instantly transforming into a hurricane that swept towards the human cultivators on the riverbank. In an instant, the whistling sound shook, and the surrounding light seemed to be affected by the sucking, causing the space to immediately become dark and devoid of light.
"Evil creature, how dare you be so arrogant!"
Seeing this, the tall and sturdy old man's eyes slightly congealed as he let out a righteous shout. A Fire Red Long Spear suddenly appeared in his hand, and amidst an intense ringing sound, a condensed fiery red luster exploded in front of the old man. In an instant, it turned into a huge dark red spear light that shot forward explosively.
The spear light blazed fiercely, and everywhere it passed, heat surged. At this moment, the temperature of the area suddenly increased, as if it had turned into a huge furnace.
"Boom!"
In the blink of an eye, the Fire Red Spear Radiance violently collided with the deathly aura hurricane.
An earth-shattering explosion resounded throughout the world, and the space within a radius of a hundred miles seemed to tremble violently. In just a split-second, the deathly aura was forcefully torn into pieces, and the spear light exploded with a loud bang, transforming into an incomparably sharp and scorching Strength Qi that continued to press down on the nine spirits.
"Hu!"
Countless nine-colored auras flowed out from her body and quickly condensed into a nine-colored barrier in front of the nine spirits. It was like a gigantic shield, isolating the Strength Qi from her body. However, the impact from the Strength Qi was extremely terrifying, instantly forcing the nine spirits to retreat a thousand meters away.
The strength of this "Netherworld Nine Spirit Bird" had greatly exceeded his expectations, and it was fortunate that it had just advanced to a middle level Heavenly King. If it was allowed to cultivate for a few more years and completely stabilize its cultivation, it would probably be able to contend against an Upper Sky King.
Fortunately, he had met it now!
The tall and sturdy old man let out a cold snort. The long spear in his hand swayed as he once again charged towards the nine spirits.
The anger in her heart had already surged out. This group of fellows really didn't know the difference between life and death. Since that was the case, then don't blame her for being ruthless. With a quick thought, the nine spirits immediately decided to let Jianxin release the group of Dragon Clan Rankers that were hiding in the cave.
"Stop!"
However, before her thoughts could turn into reality, a clear and melodious shout rang out between heaven and earth.
Before she could finish her sentence, a graceful and graceful purple figure appeared between the nine spirits and the tall and sturdy old man. With a flick of her finger, a purple aura shot out, and in an instant, it transformed into countless purple sword Qis that covered the sky like locusts as they whizzed towards the tall and sturdy old man.
The tall and sturdy old man's expression changed slightly. As he explosively retreated, the long spear in his hand was like a dragon, thrusting out repeatedly. Gigantic Fire Red Spear Flowers bloomed in the air, and in the blink of an eye, they filled up the space within a thousand meters in front of him, violently colliding with the purple sword Qis that filled the sky.
"Boom!"
The earth-shattering sound shook the sky, and also interfered with Long Jun and the four human cultivators who were about to collide once again. When the terrifying Strength Qi spread over, the five figures all retreated several thousand meters at the same time, in order to prevent themselves from being affected.
"Xiao Zihan, what is the meaning of this?"
The tall and sturdy old man finally stood in the air, looking at the purple-clothed woman a thousand meters away with a gloomy expression.
The purple-clothed woman was the Sect Master of the Nine Colored Immortal Sect, Xiao Zihan. Hearing this, she did not immediately respond. Instead, she turned to look at the nine spirits and bowed: "Greetings, Patriarch Nine Spirits!"
"Sect Master Xiao, you've finally come!"
Nine Spirits Pang Shuo's body slightly fluctuated, and in an instant, she turned back into the little girl from before. There was still anger on her little face.
Right at this moment, a mournful scream came out, and in the distance, the sword thrust had already pushed the peak Medial Heavenly King to the ground. Looking at the bloody mouth and incomparably sharp fangs that were right in front of him, the cultivator was so frightened that he cried out in panic, desperately begging for help: "Captain, save me, save me …"
"Sword stab, come back!" Without waiting for the tall and sturdy old man and the others to go and save him, Nine Spirits coldly snorted.
"Roar!"
With a low roar, the sword turned into a ray of light. With a flash, it appeared behind the nine spirits and stood together with Long Jun. Two pairs of eyes fiercely swept across the cultivators in front of them, and the viciousness in their eyes was still undisguised.
A look of surprise flashed across Xiao Zihan's eyes, and she immediately said apologetically, "I've caused Ancestor to be alarmed!"
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