Chapter 1559： Kneel down (seeking monthly pass)

Hun Tian Pengzun was stunned. He looked at the holy mountain that belonged to him. At this moment, neither was advance nor retreat.

The other party is standing on the top of the holy mountain, if there is no fear.

"you……"

"The power of immortal veins?" Qin Xuan faintly looked down at Huntian Pengzun, and immediately, the Eternal Sword in his hand was cut out.

boom!

The earth shattered and split a million miles.

Huntian Pengzun, his broken body almost moved at the extreme speed before breaking open.

"you wanna die!"

Hun Tian Pengzun roared, the twins fell into Qin Xuan's hands. Now, Qin Xuan still wants to kill him?

In the distance, the seven great saint demon, many Mahayana existences, including the existence of immortal veins, were all dumbfounded.

In the realm of cultivation, it is not uncommon for people to be small and old.

But killing the small and even the old is too arrogant.

Huntianpeng is the immortal demon of the Ten Thousand Demon Sacred Mountain, and Qin Xuan is even more of a human race.

The twins who killed Huntian Pengzun under the eyes of Ten Thousand Demons Sacred Mountain were even more rude now, threatening to kill Huntian Pengzun.

Is there anyone more arrogant than this human race?

"Unbelievable, this kid is going to shake the sky!" Even Li Qingniu, who has always been lawless, couldn't help muttering.

Give him so much courage, he dare not make such a move.

Tu Xian was even more startled, his lips moved lightly, "The battle of the human race to seize the saint? Is it really possible?"

The demons were originally hostile to the human race, not to mention the Ten Thousand Demons Holy Mountain.

Throughout the ages, who can occupy a sacred mountain as a human race?

Just the will of the ancestors of the Ten Thousand Demon Sacred Mountain, even the lord of the great immortal veins of the human race, must retreat.

At this moment, the sacred mountain of Huntian roared and vibrated.

With a mysterious mark on the center of Huntianpengzun's eyebrows lit up, the entire holy mountain seemed to riot.

Because of this, Hun Tian Peng Zun was hit hard by Qin Xuan's sword because of the power of moving the Immortal Vessel.

With the help of Huntian Sacred Mountain, his strength almost doubled several times.

In an instant, in the mountains, the aura of seven colors rolled like clouds and enveloped Qin Xuan.

"The power of immortal veins!"

Qin Xuan's eyes were long, still calm, and immediately, his figure was enveloped in the power of this immortal vein.

Hun Tianpeng looked at him with ecstasy in his eyes.

"Dare you ignore the power of Xianmai!"

"Looking for death! Terran, you are too arrogant!"

He roared loudly, with hatred in his eyes.

The power of immortal veins contains the real spiritual energy of immortal veins, which is enough to crush everything.

Qin Xuan allowed himself to be attacked by the power of the immortal vein, which is tantamount to seeking his own death.

"Arrogant?"

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded, and the white robe wandered in the power of the rolling seven-color immortal veins.

"It's your ignorance!"

Qin Xuan walked out with a sword, and wherever he passed, the spiritual energy of the immortal veins disappeared.

In his eyes, a faint light flashed.

Where the heart was, a wisp of breath rose from the Kaitian Emperor's domain into Qin Xuan's body.

Qin Xuan looked at Huntian Pengzun, he wanted to use the power of this immortal vein to test the power of Zuyue to open the sky.

At least for now, it seems that the use of a Mahayana lower-grade Immortal Vessel Demon Venerable is for the Kaitian Emperor Domain in his body...

Not enough!

"How can it be!"

This scene seemed to completely subvert Hun Tian Pengzun's cognition.

Not only Huntianpengzun, but also in that star sky, there are not many immortal veins supreme, including the seven sacred monsters, which are extremely incredible.

"What kind of magical powers did he use to unlock the power of immortal veins!"

"This human race must not be underestimated!"

"Looking at the realm of cultivation, the power of immortal veins is definitely beyond the ability of ordinary Mahayana practitioners to contend, how can this human race..."

Sounds of horror sounded in the starry sky.

Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, he looked at this Huntian Pengzun, and the next moment, a sword light had already swept out.

Sword Sovereign Art, Slashing Immortal Sword Art

At the moment Qin Xuan moved his sword, Hun Tian Pengzun almost moved his full strength.

Behind him, a rolling cloud of seven colors pressed towards Qin Xuan, not only that, but Huntian Pengzun moved extremely fast, shaking with a single wing, he had to avoid it.

"I don't want you to die. Fang left you so far. If I want to kill you, a small demon peng can also avoid the Eternal Sword!?"

A faint voice sounded, and in an instant, the sword light tore through the world for millions of miles.

Everything is almost annihilated.

Two sword marks that spread over millions of miles appeared on this immortal continent.

Hun Tian Pengzun didn't even make a scream, and completely turned into nothingness in this sword light.

Mahayana lower grade, Immortal Vessel Demon Venerable...

dead!

In the star sky, all the creatures, at this moment, are as if dead still.

But Qin Xuan did not pay attention to them, instead his eyes fell on the Huntian Holy Mountain.

With the death of Huntianpengzun, the power of the seven-color immortal veins behind him receded like a tide, and the immortal veins imprints that lighted up at the center of Huntianpengzun's eyebrows turned into a stream of light. Yamauchi.

Qin Xuan stepped slowly, appeared in front of the mark, and pressed his palm against the mark.

The sacred mountain of the whole sky rioted again at this moment, and the power of countless immortal veins enveloped Qin Xuan at this moment.

The terrifying oppressive force seems to be crushed by countless stars.

Qin Xuan pressed the imprint with one hand, and he looked at Huntian Sacred Mountain.

I saw a figure of a demon statue emerging in the seven-colored clouds and mist.

These are all the past masters of this sacred mountain, they are all the supreme immortal veins, some have fallen, and some have entered the fairyland.

But their will stay here.

"Human, you dare to enter the sacred mountain of ten thousand demons!?"

"Presumptuous, this is my demon clan immortal vein, you, a human clan, dare to enter this place, want to take a mountain!?"

"Hurry up and get out of the land of immortal veins, demon clan immortal veins, human clan is indisputable!"

Everyone is overwhelmed by the sky, and is suppressed from these wills.

There is also a rumbling voice, as if straight into Qin Xuan's sea of ​​knowledge, wanting to crush Qin Xuan's spiritual thoughts.

These wills are too terrifying, even Xianmai Supreme, and they may not be able to bear it.

Qin Xuan looked at the many wills of the immortal veins, his eyes were long, and he faced the former supreme immortal veins, each of which was enough to cross the star sky, and only uttered two words.

"Kneel down!"

boom!

In an instant, in Qin Xuan's sea of ​​knowledge, a figure appeared behind him, rising dimly, standing up through the sky.

The voice of thousands of immortal pulses stopped abruptly.

Di Nian is like the sky, standing quietly in this rolling seven-colored clouds, if the great emperor is in the air, everything in the world.

In the next moment, the knees of those many immortal veins will all bend, and under the coercion of this emperor's thought, it is like the ants under the mountain, the world is living.

The will of each Immortal Maid was almost trembling, shivering, afraid to speak.

In the end, all the will of the immortal veins was almost kneeling on the ground...

As Qin Xuan said!