Zhaoming appeared and attracted all the forces in the central area of ​​Zuzhou immediately...

"Taiyi!"

Fang Mingjun exclaimed, his eyes wide open.

The battle between Buguiya was originally a melee between several parties, but it turned into a besiege of one person. In the end, all the forces of several parties were defeated, and even the Anti-Soul Ancestor was killed by the other party with magic weapons.

Xihai didn't know how to tell, but that battle made the word Taiyi or two resound throughout Xihai.

During those times, many forces were trembling, worried that this crazy man would come to the door, even the forces like the Fang family were no exception.

But after many years, Taiyi never saw him again. Some people speculated that he should have returned to the prehistoric continent, which made the forces in the West Sea breathe a sigh of relief.

Now that the Immortal Fruit is ripe, but I see this evil star again, how can Fang Mingjun not be frightened?

The fear is far more than just Fang Mingjun, Duobao Taoist, and representatives of various forces.

Although the Immortal King was injured, no one of the forces of all parties could underestimate each other and guard against each other. Everyone has a chance, or maybe everyone has no chance.

The situation was already turbulent, and the fire-swallowing demon Taiyi also came, and the whole situation immediately became more complicated.

In the past, the opponent was only in the Taiyi Jinxian realm, and even a strong Immortal King was killed by the opponent. Now the opponent has reached the sub-saint realm, God knows what will happen.

Zhao Ming saw the shock in his eyes, but did not take it in his heart. It is undeniable that Fang Mingjun and Taoist Duobao have made breakthroughs to the sub-saint realm, but the battle of the former Biao Biao has given him an innate psychological advantage over these people.

No matter how far the other party reaches the sub-saint realm, Zhaoming will not be afraid. He is defeated by his subordinates, so what's the point.

Shura, who was beside him, stuck out his tongue and licked the Blood Shadow Crazy Knife, and smiled at Zhaoming: "Brother, it seems that you are very famous in the West Sea!"

He was not very clear about Zhaoming's grievances in the West Sea in the past, but looking at the reactions of the various forces now, he also knew that of course his elder brother had done something amazing in the West Sea.

Zhaoming smiled slightly, and didn't say anything, but just looked ahead with a lot of people on his own.

There is a big tree there, about nine meters high and only five meters in trunk. There are branches above it. Each branch is like a branch slanted to the sky, gathering into a ball, like a palm composed of countless fingers that is held towards the sky.

There are no leaves on the trunks and branches, only the tops of the branches are filled with leaves, clustered, and there are lines that emit the breath of life, which are mysterious and mysterious.

Through the branches, two fruits can be vaguely wrapped in them, both of which are blue and are transforming into gold.

There was a green fruit on the ground that was already limp, with a burst of spiritual energy. It was absorbed by the land of Zuzhou as soon as it overflowed, and at this moment it had been absorbed by a quarter of it.

Is the immortal tree? Zhaoming sighed in his heart that the innate spiritual roots are indeed extraordinary.

The immortal tree in front of you is not much larger than the trees on the prehistoric continent, but this tree has an indescribable momentum, as if it is climbing to the top of the peak and looking at the mountains. It makes people feel ashamed of themselves and their lives are insignificant.

This is a spiritual root born innately. It has been rooted here for many years, from Pangu’s creation of the world, the infinitely long battle of immortals and witches, the battle of immortals and demons millions of years ago, the battle of Taoism and demons three thousand six hundred years ago, and then to the current battle of immortals and witches.

Time has been plowing. The world has changed for countless years, but it is the only one that has always stood here, watching the clouds roll and unfold quietly.

If one fruit is born every 300,000 years, if one fruit is born every year, this long time will only be a few years older.

I always feel that the immortal tree in front of me gives me a familiar feeling. I stared at me for a moment and finally thought of it.

It looks so much like Buzhou Mountain. Although its size is completely incomparable, its temperament is exactly the same. Perhaps they are the protagonists of the world, and other creatures are just passers-by.

"Be careful!" Lihua sent a voice to her voice and said softly: "I didn't see the disciples and subordinates of the Immortal Immortal King. If they had not been disbanded by these people, they would probably be hiding there waiting for an opportunity."

Because Zuzhou is not suitable for more than the formation ban, the Immortal King asked some of his disciples and subordinates to station here for many years and rest in shifts.

The Immortal King has been rampant in the West Sea for many years and is one of the oldest immortal kings. Even if he is not much worse than the old immortal kings in the prehistoric continent. Although there is no immortal king among his disciples, there are better sub-saint strong men.

If he hadn't spy on Baoyu and forcibly attacked Qixia Island, ordinary people would not be able to covet this immortal fruit.

Now that the Immortal Immortal King is seriously injured, for him, he needs the fruit of this innate spiritual root healing more than before, so how could he do nothing and let others come here to snatch it.

Zhaoming nodded to show that he understood.

Suddenly, black light flashed in the sky, clouds and mist rose, and seeing a large group of people flying from afar.

This group of people is powerful. Wherever they pass, their breath gathers together, causing the energy of heaven and earth to turn into a surging wave to impact the four directions, allowing the monks standing in front to be crushed or directly dispersed.

He rushed to the center and wanted to fall, but this place had already been occupied by various forces. If Zhaoming was the only one who could do the three of them, it would be fine, but so many people would not find a suitable place.

"The treasure is born, and those who are capable live there. If you don't have enough strength, come and join in the fun."

The leader snorted coldly, and a black long sword appeared in his hand, and a sword light was drawn and slashed towards a force below.

This man is tall, with black and white hair and mottled breath, which shows his amazing strength. He looks like an immortal, but unlike ordinary people, his hands are only six fingers.

With one sword, there was no surging energy frenzy, and there was only an indescribable strange force that swept away that force.

The sword light swept over, no wounds, no flesh and blood, no screams, but one fell one by one, and in a moment, only one person was left standing.

"Soul-eating Master!" The standing man roared, furious, but his body trembled violently involuntarily.

This man is very strong, Zhaoming said in his heart.

The sword just now used mental power and even had certain soul magical powers, which directly erased the target's spiritual consciousness and dispersed the soul. They were all killed with one blow, and they could not even make a sound.

I'm afraid it's from Jukuazhou, and he is quite familiar with some of the things in that method. It's very similar to the double-eyed soul master I've seen in Buguiya in the past. I'm afraid they all come from the command of the Rebellious Soul Ancestor.

"Are you trying to go to a complete war with my Du family?" The standing person shouted loudly, but it made people feel a sense of fear.

The soul-eating master sneered: "Just because your Du family wants to go to a complete war with me, I am afraid that I will overestimate myself. I will save your life, which is already a great gift to your ancestor."

"This is a place where the strong are competing for, and you are still far from it. Letting you leave is to save you, do you understand! If you don't want to leave, then stay!"

With a long sword in his hand, the black smoke lingered slowly, like a poisonous snake.

Then the Du family members dared to stay for too long and left in a mess immediately.

"snort!"

The soul-devouring master sneered, led the people and horses behind him to fall, scanned the surroundings, and finally stopped his eyes on Zhaoming.

"Taiyi!"

With a deep shout, the sound waves were like waves, and a wave of mental power swung out in all directions, causing the monks around to look ugly, their bodies shaking, and they were in a mess.

In a moment, the fluctuation of mental power condensed into a sword and rushed towards Zhaoming, with murderous intentions Zhaozhao.

Zhaoming guessed correctly. This soul-devouring master came from Jukuazhou. This magical power is the former famous skill of the Soul-Reverse Ancestor. The soul-wave sword is the only Soul-Devouring Master under his command. It has extremely powerful attack power on the soul-devouring master.

Pu used this trick as soon as he met, which shows that the Soul-Devouring Master has positioned Zhaoming as his enemy.

Seeing the opponent's magical power coming, Zhaoming looked calm and activated the Rin Divine Art, sending out a spiritual pressure to meet it.

"boom!"

Although silent, when everyone felt as if they heard a earth-shaking loud noise, they immediately saw the stars floating in the void, and they saw storms that hit all directions, sweeping around the entire Immortal Tree.

"Smack!"

Countless sounds of falling to the ground came, endlessly.

Under the dual impact of the Soul Wave Sword and the Rin Divine Art, monks whose souls are not strong enough cannot support them at all and are all directly knocked down.

Not only the forces of all parties, but also the people behind the Soul-Devouring Master himself.

Not to mention ordinary monks, even the sub-saints, could feel the terrible impact of the needle on the wheat rays, and they felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Two bastards!"

Someone cursed angrily, and then saw a mysterious light flashing. The powerful people from all sides took action and retreated with important figures in their own power.

Zhaoming and the Soul-Devouring Master seemed to have not heard it, and continued to use their mental power to impact it, making the area around the Immortal Tree seem to have become a taboo area, and people without enough strength cannot get close to it.

The bombardment lasted for unknown periods, until the Soul-Devouring Master groaned and staggered for a few steps before it ended.

The dense scenes before were gone, and there were less than thirty people left around the entire Immortal Tree, all of which were strong men on the side.

Each of them looked extremely ugly, especially Fang Mingjun. He was forced to train by the ancestors of the clan in various ways, and even used some unlawful means to forcibly enter the sub-saint realm. However, he found that he could not compare with the two of them at this time.

If anyone attacked him, he would be the one who would be defeated at this moment.

The look at Zhaoming was even more hatred. His family preached the divine art of Qingming, and if the Five Elements Demon Spirit was supplemented, no one in the entire battlefield would be his opponent at this moment.

Unfortunately, in the battle of Buguiya, the Five Elements Demon Spirit was killed by Zhaoming, and no one left was left. He could no longer be able to pass on the supreme family of the practitioner.

The soul-devouring master on the opposite side gasped for a few seconds, then looked at Zhaoming and sneered coldly: "The long-standing Taiyi is indeed well-known. When we meet for the first time, we have to say thank you. If you hadn't killed my master, how could I become the lord of Jukuazhou?"

"As a thank you, I will make you die a little more happy."

Zhaoming smiled faintly.
Chapter completed!