Seeing that the Sword Emperor was still rampant and disdainful of the Holy Ghost, Nanmu Tianyi said coldly: "Sword Emperor, since you are not afraid, then give it a try!"

With a wave of his right hand, the iron chain in the hands of the Twelve Dharma Ancestors instantly broke.

The hideous and invisible holy ghost roared towards the Sword Emperor.

The huge lightsword above the sword emperor's head rotated at high speed, and the strong wind whistled, shaking the universe, making the holy ghost unable to get close to him.

Zhou Xuanji's face changed slightly, and he immediately moved away from the Sword Emperor.

The nearby divine veins were shaken by the strong wind, and the vein protection array fluctuated violently, as if it would break away at any time.

Nanmu Tianyi activates his divine power to resist the wind pressure.

The same is true for the Twelve Dharma Ancestors. Looking at the dazzling huge lightswords ahead, they were extremely nervous.

"This guy is too strong. We really want to deal with him?"

"For Yuanting!"

"Why can't the holy ghost get close to it? Isn't it invisible and not persecuted by divine power?"

"This guy didn't get the supreme power of Kunlun Yuanting, why can he be so strong?"

"His kendo is extraordinary, we must be cautious."

The Twelve Dharma Ancestors communicated with each other, for fear of being killed by the Sword Emperor.

If they were not afraid of death, Kunlun Yuanting would not have ended up like this, and the divine veins killed each other.

The strong wind did not stop, but became stronger.

The Sword Emperor held the huge lightsword and smiled contemptuously: "Are you scared?"

Before Nanmu Tianyi and others could answer, the lightsabers on his head suddenly exploded.

In an instant, Zhou Xuanji felt a flash in front of him and was instantly knocked out.

Everything turned pale!

Nothingness, absolute darkness!

...

In a daze, Zhou Xuanji felt the hot wind.

His consciousness slowly recovered, and his memory was like a tide that surged into his mind. He opened his eyes.

What caught his eye was a huge dragon head, the surface of his body was like the surface of a volcano, with red pupils and bursts of burnt smoke spurted out of its nostrils, pounced on him, blowing his robe.

This is a dark void. Zhou Xuanji is tied to a stone pillar. The cylinder surface is hot, and the surrounding space produces fluctuations that are visible to the naked eye.

The waving and swelling below, unable to see the bottom, submerging the dragon's body.

Zhou Xuanji looked to the side. Nanmu Tianyi and the twelve Dharma Ancestors were all beside each other, and were also tied to stone pillars. They were all awake, all lowered their heads and their faces were gloomy.

"What's going on?"

Zhou Xuanji frowned, why didn’t the Sword Emperor kill them?

Although the Sword Emperor could not kill him personally, he could find someone else to kill him. What was that guy thinking?

He couldn't figure it out and his mind was in a mess.

He took a deep breath and asked, "What exactly happened? So what happened to Kunlun Yuanting?"

No one answered him, everyone was silent.

The atmosphere was silent.

After a while, Zhou Xuanji couldn't help but curse, "Are you all dead?"

These people are all the pillars of Kunlun Yuanting. Now they are all dejected, like walking corpses. How can he not be angry?

"Oh, give up, our divine power has been sucked away by the Sword Emperor, and there is no hope of escaping."

Nanmu Tianyi sighed, he seemed very dazed and had no other charm of his past.

The Twelve Dharma Ancestors kept silent, just like they were dead.

Zhou Xuanji frowned and asked, "What do you know?"

Nan Mutian glanced at him, his eyes were empty, and he said quietly: "We have been defeated, don't ask anymore, I don't know, you and I can do nothing now."

Like Zhou Xuanji, they were here when they woke up. They had been so angry like Zhou Xuanji, but the disappearance of their divine power pushed them into the abyss of despair.

Zhou Xuanji frowned, and he found that his Yuanrong divine power was still there.

Why did the Sword Emperor leave him alone to have cultivation?

Just because he is the rebellion of the Sword Emperor?

Something is wrong!

There must be other reasons!

Nan Mu Tianyi stopped talking, and Zhou Xuanji also began to think about countermeasures.

He had to escape and return to the Emperor Sword God's Vein.

What he is most worried about now is the sword emperor's destruction of the sword god's vein.

Silence lasts for an hour.

Zhou Xuanji decided to act.

He activated the reversal magical power, rebounded the suppression power of the iron chain, and then pulled out.

Nanmu Tianyi and the Twelve Dharma Ancestors subconsciously looked at him, and then they were all stunned.

They were stunned and could not believe their eyes.

"How did you...how did you do it?"

A Dharma Ancestor asked in a trembling voice. They were all destroyed by the power of the Sword Emperor. How could Zhou Xuanji, who was weaker than them, break free from the seal?

Nan Mu Tian widened his eyes and asked in surprise: "Your divine power is still there?"

Zhou Xuanji nodded slightly, took out the Little Supreme Sword, and prepared to rescue them.

These people are all top powerhouses in Kunlun Yuanting. One more will have more combat power!

He was about to take action when he felt his shoulders be grabbed by a strong hand.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw Ren Niming appear behind him, staring at him with a cold face.

Zhou Xuanji wanted to break free, but could not do it.

This guy must be Ren Niming’s rebellion!

"Damn it, has the anti-Kunlun invaded Kunlun Yuanting on a large scale?"

Zhou Xuanji frowned and looked alert.

Ren Niming said in a cold voice: "Where do you want to escape?"

He swung his right hand, and Zhou Xuanji felt the sky was spinning, and then he was thrown onto the stone pillar, and the iron chain wrapped around his body again.

When Zhou Xuanji came to his senses, he was already sealed.

He looked at Ren Niming and asked in a deep voice: "What do you want to do?"

Ren Niming replied calmly: "The master wants geniuses with three thousand original rules and fifteen-star qualifications. You meet this condition. You can wait first, and you won't take your life for the time being."

The giant dragon raised its head and spewed out a rolling dragon flame toward it, burning the void.

"How is Kunlun Yuanting now?"

Zhou Xuanji asked, staring at Ren Niming's eyes.

Ren Niming snorted coldly and said, "Of course it's okay. The master is the supreme, and there is no need to commit the tyranny of Yuanting."

He shook his body, came to the dragon head, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate and wait.

Zhou Xuanji frowned. He was very upset now, and he felt so unhappy that he couldn't help himself.

"Don't worry, the Sword Emperor is not nearby, you still have a chance to escape."

The little supreme voice suddenly came into Zhou Xuanji's ears, making his brows stretch.

At this moment, hearing the voice of the little supreme made him feel at ease.

After all, this guy is also a supreme person.

"The other party is also transformed by fate, but it is much more advanced than the one under your command. He should be the highest fate of anti-Kunlun, with extremely strong strength, and not weak compared to the Supreme Emperor of the World."

The little supreme continued to speak in a solemn tone.

Zhou Xuanji asked in his heart: "What should I do?"

The little supreme said excitedly: "Swallow him!"

Swallow?

Zhou Xuanji was stunned and didn't understand the meaning of the little supreme.

"I already understand everything that guy retains your cultivation level is to let you devour this supreme destiny!"
Chapter completed!