"In order to seize the position of a realm, the Zen Sect really invested a lot. Aren't you afraid that the Wanbao cassock will be lost?" Gai Tianjiao said coldly.

Xue Wuye smiled and said, "The Wanbao cassock is the Buddha's robes of the Death Chan Patriarch. It was just lent to Galagu for one night to let him compete for the realm. As long as the Death Chan Patriarch is willing, he can instantly take back the Wanbao cassock."

"Unless the Taiyi Patriarch of Liangyi Sect takes action, who can fight against the Death Chan Patriarch? Besides, with the identity of Taiyi Patriarch, he would not attack a junior because of a Wanbao cassock. It is of course a good thing that makes Liangyi Sect have an extra treasure. If he can't accept it... wouldn't Taiyi Patriarch and Liangyi Sect lose face?"

Gai Tianjiao's fists were tightly pinched, and flames surged out of her eyes, and she said, "It turns out that she is ready. If I had known, I wouldn't have allowed them to participate in the sword contest at the beginning."

Without the help of external objects, Gai Tianjiao has full confidence and swept through all opponents under the semi-saint with the innate extreme Yang body.

The innate extreme yang body is an extreme representing the same realm, and it can be said that the physical strength is invincible.

However, the power that Galagu, who wore the Wanbao cassock, was no longer at the level of the Yulong Realm. Even if Gai Tianjiao fought with him, he had no chance of winning.

Gai Tianjiao, Ouyang Huan, Xue Wuye, Long Live Chi... Although they all have some unique skills, in general, their strength is only half a pound, and the difference is not big.

Gai Tianjiao and Galuogu had no chance of winning, and the other few people took action, and they absolutely had no chance of winning.

At this moment, the few people on the zodiac sign were also silent and began to think about whether to take the initiative later?

It has to be said that the Wanbao cassock on Galagu did make them quite afraid of it.

In the book world, Galagu broke the Nine-Turn Blood Dragon Formation with a destructive force and hit Fengchengyu with a palm.

Feng Chengyu waved his holy staff and arranged three formations again in an instant.

"Bang!"

Facing Galagu's palm prints, the three formations were like three layers of paper and were instantly penetrated. Fengcheng Yu vomited blood and flew down from Shushan.

Fortunately, Feng Chengyu had a protective treasure on his body, which dissolved most of the power that Galuo Gu had driven out. Otherwise, his body might have turned into a blood mist.

"Amitabha!"

Galagu folded his hands together, bowed slightly toward the bottom of Shushan, showing a kind smile, and then continued to walk towards the top of Shushan.

"Bald donkey, Mr. Rat is here to fight you."

The rat rushed out, shot out a magic claw, and started fighting with Galagu.

Even the rat only blocked the seventeen moves of Gala, and was stamped on his body with a palm and suffered severe damage.

However, the rat's body was quite strong, so he immediately ran down to Shushan and escaped. If he took a step further, he would probably be destroyed by Galagu.

"Escape very quickly." Garogu smiled disdainfully.

When Bu Qianfan saw this scene, his face became quite serious and said, "The rat can only block his seventeen moves. If I face him, even if I use all the cards, I will definitely lose within twenty moves. Galagu's own power may not be much stronger than me, but wearing a Wanbao cassock is invincible under the semi-saint."

The young monks who had previously advocated that Galagu and the third prince of the Immortal Vampire participated in the Fence Banquet were all dumbfounded and regretted it.

Just one Galagu has severely damaged two top experts who are qualified to compete for the world, and has won it neatly, and it seems that it has not used all its strength.

If Galagu uses all his strength, who can be his opponent?

In the other direction, the third prince of the Immortal Vampire laughed: "It's time to end!"

"Bang bang."

He slapped out five palms in a row. Each palm was slapping out, and Ao Xinyan would spit out a mouthful of blood.

When he punched out the fifth palm, Ao Xinyan's delicate body flew up, her brain shook and fainted. Then, she fell heavily back to the 73rd King's throne.

"Three Prince, you are too slow!" Garogu said with a smile.

The third prince of the Immortal Vampire clan walked out of the book world with his hands on his back and smiled slightly: "I don't like to be cruel to beauty. After all, beauty has to play slowly before it can taste good. Haha!"

The third prince of the Immortal Vampire Clan's eyes condensed and he felt the dangerous aura.

"Swish!"

Suddenly, a blue sword energy, like a green rainbow, rushed straight to the eyebrows of the third prince of the Immortal Blood Clan.

The third prince of the Immortal Blood Clan flashed and rushed out to the left, but a blood mark on his cheek was still cut by the sword energy.

The third prince of the Immortal Blood Clan stretched out a finger, touched the blood marks on his cheek, put them in his mouth and licked them. His eyes were very cold, and his pupils turned blood-red, and he looked upwards.

Beigong Lan stood up from the Second Prince's throne, walked to the top of the stairs, holding a green ancient sword, looking graceful and elegant, saying, "Central Domain Holy Academy, Beigong Lan."

"You are the first person to break my defense and make me bleed."

The third prince of the Immortal Vampire clan sneered, rushed upwards, stretched out a palm, and hit Beigong Lan's neck.

"Chew."

The five fingers were completely wrapped in blood and five nails grew one foot long. The nails were flowing with metallic luster, like five sharp blades embedded in the bones of the hand.

Beigong Lan remained calm in the face of danger and seemed quite calm. He waved the ancient green sword and used his sword technique. He shot out dozens of sword energy in a row, suppressing the third prince of the Immortal Blood Clan back.

"Chichi."

Three blood marks appeared again on the body of the third prince of the Immortal Blood Clan, namely on the neck, wrist, and chest, all of which were not covered by armor.

Beigong Lan withdrew his sword, stood up straight, revealing perfect curves, and said, "Your strength is nothing more than that, what's so crazy?"

Seeing Beigong Lan repelling the third prince of the Immortal Vampire Clan again, all the monks were infuriated.

"Senior Sister Beigong is finally going to take action. I want to see how the evil people from the Immortal Vampire and the Dead Zen Sect are still arrogant?" A saint from the Holy Academy of the Central Region said excitedly.

"Beigong Lan is a disciple of Wu Zun, the number one master of the Holy Academy in the Central Region. The secret to cultivation is also the "Qiankun Martial Arts Secret", one of the six extraordinary books in the Kunlun world. It has been enthroned as the Shaozun of Wu City Academy."

"Martial Master's disciple is indeed powerful. With her strength, she will definitely be able to hold a firm position in the realm. She is worthy of being the proud daughter of the Beigong family."

Huang Yanchen sat in the First King's seat, closest to Beigong Lan, so he could feel the powerful sword energy on Beigong Lan's body.

She seemed to be just a random sword, but it contained a suffocating force that could turn the world around and reverse the world, and defeat the third prince of the Immortal Vampire Clan had to retreat.

"This is the real pride of heaven."

Suddenly, Huang Yanchen raised his eyebrows and noticed something. He looked at Zhang Ruochen who was healing. He saw that something was wrong with Zhang Ruochen's aura, and it turned out to be stronger and stronger.

He wasn't seriously injured, how could he become stronger instead?

Zhang Ruochen was indeed seriously injured, but he found that it was because of his previous serious injury that he actually turned into a blessing in disguise and broke through the fifth holy vein "Spiritual Holy Vein" and broke through to the eighth transformation of the fish and dragon.

At this point, the five holy veins on the whole body have been completely opened up, reaching the integration and integration, and the holy energy in the whole body is extremely smooth, and the cultivation level has been directly doubled.

While healing his wounds, Zhang Ruochen consolidated the realm he had just broken through, enjoying the joy after the realm breakthrough, and was in an excited state.

Everyone's eyes were all staring at Beigong Lan and the third prince of the Immortal Blood Clan. Therefore, except for Huang Yanchen, who was most concerned about Zhang Ruochen, the rest of the people did not notice the changes in Zhang Ruochen at all.

The third prince of the Immortal Vampire clan grinned, stared at Beigong Lan with his eyes tightly, and said, "There are even masters of your level below the semi-saint, which is really beyond my prince's expectations. Your sword should be the seventh-ranked Qingjue Sword in the "Hundred-Striped Holy Artifacts Score"?"

The "Thousand-Secret Sacret Artifacts" and "Thousand-Secret Sacret Artifacts" were compiled by the court.

As for the "Catalog of the Hundred Patterns of the Holy Artifacts", it was compiled by people from the Book Sect, and it did not include all the Hundred Patterns of the World, but only included 168 pieces.

Each of the hundreds of patterns in the "Hundred Patterns Holy Artifacts Score" is a powerful warrior, enough to exert the power of the Thousand Patterns Holy Artifacts.

The higher the ranking, the stronger the power it is.

Beigong Lan's Qingshou Sword is ranked seventh in the "Hundred Patterns Holy Artifacts Score", which is more powerful than some Thousand Patterns Holy Artifacts.

"Is that interesting?" Beigong Lan said.

"I like it very much with personality. Since you are so strong, I have to show some real skills."

The third prince of the Immortal Blood Clan spread his arms, and suddenly, a wisp of red blood qi surged out of the blood armor on his body, covering his whole body.

In the blood and energy, countless figures appeared.

Each figure emitted an extremely powerful aura, a shrill cry, spreading across the world, turning the sacred mountain of books into a blood-red Shura hell.

"Oops!"

The face of the talented woman in the Holy Book dimmed, and she recognized the blood armor on the third prince of the Immortal Blood Clan, and felt that it was quite wrong.

The aura emitted from the third prince of the Immortal Blood Clan became stronger and stronger, and soon reached a height that the monks in the Yulong Realm could only look up to. It was even stronger than the Galagu who wore tens of thousands of Buddha robes.

Beigong Lan's pupils continued to expand, and his face showed a look of surprise. He immediately used the "Qiankun Martial Arts Secret" to inject the holy energy from his body into the Qingshou Sword.

"Sword 2."

Beigong Lan used the fourth level of Jian Er's realm, and his slender body merged with the Qingju Sword. He took the initiative to turn into a blue light shuttle and rushed towards the ball of blood.

In the blood, the third prince of the Immortal Blood Clan was covered with blood armor. He roared and punched him out, and with a destructive force, he beat Beigong Lan away.

"boom!"

Beigong Lan's body hit the stairs of Shushan, causing Shushan to shake violently.

Everyone's hearts trembled for a moment, and they looked over. They saw that Beigong Lan's face was as pale as paper, and the white martial arts robe was completely dyed red with blood. Blood kept flowing out of his lips, and he was dying.
Chapter completed!