Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 11811 The Holy King Shots
Yabuli came here on an adventure, desperate for just a fragment of the world soul?

Or, does he have other missions on him?

Ya Buli ignored the old man's words, and his attacks hit the huge mask again and again.

The weapon in his hand is a top-notch minor tribulation realm divine weapon that has survived thirteen minor catastrophes like him.

Powerful.

However, even so, Yabuli continued to attack for half an hour without any results.

His face was extremely gloomy.

Ugly.

"What kind of formation is this? It's so terrifying. Even the formations of other world soul fragments are not so terrifying."

Crow Buli thought in his heart.

"Old man, don't just watch me fight here, you should think of a way. I'm afraid that only the magic soldiers of the Great Tribulation Realm or the strong men of the Great Tribulation Realm can break through this formation."

Ya Buli looked at the old man in the subduing demon land and said.

He could feel that that old thing, like him, was a powerhouse of the Thirteen Little Heavenly Tribulations.

"Hehe, seeing how active you are, I don't want to bother you. Since you are determined to want the fragments of the world soul, you must have prepared the Great Tribulation Realm Divine Weapon?"

The old man asked with a smile.

"That's right, we have prepared the Divine Weapon of the Great Tribulation Realm, but I can't activate it with my own strength. How about we join forces?"

The crow is weak.

After saying that, he took out a black knife.

The black blade blooms is a terrifying and cold aura. Just taking it out and not using it, it makes people feel like the doomsday is coming.

The old man in the Subduing Demon Realm was stunned for a moment, and then he was shocked: "You are really lunatics. If you really brought the divine soldiers of the Great Tribulation Realm, aren't you afraid of destroying yourself?"

"Don't worry, this is nothing more than a Divine Soldier of the Great Tribulation Realm that has lost its spirit. It's not that exaggerated."

The crow is weak.

"So that's the case, then there's nothing to worry about, okay, I'll join hands with you!"

The old man in the subjugation land nodded.

This may be their only chance to break through Xianqin. If this fails, there may be no hope.

"It's not too late, let's do it!"

Ya Buli directly injected power into the black knife, and for a while, billowing black clouds surged, just like the end of the world.

Then, the old man also injected strength.

The Black Knife seemed to have revived suddenly, even if it was just a Divine Soldier of the Great Tribulation Realm without its weapon spirit, its power was astonishing.

For a moment, the entire Xianqin shook violently.

"cut!"

Under the control of Ya Buli and the old man from the subduing demon land, the black knife slashed towards the weakest place in the Xianqin formation.

boom!
With one slash, the entire Xianqin shook again, but the formation was not cut open.

"Everyone inject strength together!"

The crow roared weakly.

As his voice sounded, the powerhouses of the Small Tribulation Realm from the Demon Subduing Realm and the Black Crow Heaven Realm poured power into the black knife one after another.

The black knife cut down again!
Click!

Finally, the knife had an effect, and a crack appeared on the round mask.

The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant's nest, don't underestimate this crack, his appearance may mean the end of everything.

Shu Lao's face became very ugly.

The martial artist beside him wanted a blood sacrifice, but he stopped him: "It's useless, once there is a crack, the blood sacrifice is meaningless, don't waste your life in vain, go back to the Holy Palace!"

"Stop it!"

Suddenly, the old man in the Subduing Demon Realm shouted: "The crow is weak, the Ancestral Dragon Realm can't bear this force, it will collapse, and you and I will be the first to die."

Ya Buli obviously also noticed something strange, so he had no choice but to put away the black knife.

Anyway, the mask had already cracked, so there was no need for the black knife.

To be honest, this is quite thrilling. If it continues, and the realm of Zulong collapses, those who use the black knife will be the first to be wiped out by the consciousness of the realm of Zulong.

"attack!"

The crow was unable to adjust his breath to the side.

The old men from the Voldemort Realm also went to rest together.

Controlling the black knife, the two of them are the main force, so the consumption is also the greatest.

Next, it will be handed over to the warriors in the small robbery realm under them.

A series of attacks landed on the gap.

That gap is getting bigger and bigger.

"Hahaha, get out of the way, leave the last thing to me!"

Crow Buli recovered and laughed loudly, grabbing the crack with two giant claws, trying to break it open.

"After everyone enters, the people of Immortal Qin will be shot and killed, and no one will be left behind!"

"Yes!"

A group of fighters from the Black Crow Heaven Realm and the Subduing Demon Realm rushed towards the crack.

However, at this moment, a sword light struck.

Directly beheaded thousands of warriors, including hundreds of powerhouses in the Small Tribulation Realm.

Even Yabuli was taken aback.

While avoiding, Jian Guang still cut his body.

"Who?"

Yabuli looked at the man holding the sword in horror.

The man had a crown on his head, was wearing a black dragon robe, and was holding a long sword, like a god.

"You have played too much, do you really think that there is no one in Xianqin?"

The man with the sword looked at Ya Bulidao indifferently.

"Father!"

Seeing this figure, Qin Rou couldn't help being excited.

Because it was the Saint King of Xianqin who made the move.

Once the seal is opened, Xianqin will inevitably be destroyed. At this time, the Holy King must take action.

Even if it has not yet recovered to the former Great Tribulation Realm combat power, it must be shot.

"You are in the Great Tribulation Realm? No, no, you can't be the existence of the Great Tribulation Realm. The law of the Ancestral Dragon Land has not yet been completed, and the strong in the Great Tribulation Realm can't make a move at all. You used to be in the Great Tribulation Realm, but now you have fallen to the Small Tribulation Realm. Robbery."

Yabuli gradually calmed down.

He was just taken aback just now, but now that he thinks about it carefully, what is the difference between the other party and him, he is not afraid at all.

"Even if it's not the Great Tribulation Realm, you alien races dare to take a step into Xianqin and kill without mercy!"

The Xianqin Sage King said coldly, not panicked at all by being seen through.

"Hahahaha, old man, if in the last era, when the ancient king was still there, I might be afraid of this sentence. Now, why are you pretending? I will slaughter you, the holy king, and destroy the immortal king today." Qin, how about it!"

Yabuli laughed loudly, and his magical weapon that survived the thirteen minor catastrophes also appeared in his hands.

"Hehe, then try!"

The Saint King Xianqin stepped out and came outside the formation, just standing at the place where the formation was broken.

Like a god who guards Xianqin.

At this time, the place where the formation was shattered is recovering at an extremely fast speed.

"Let's go help!"

Ling Xiao said suddenly.

"How to help?"

Qin Rou and the others were astonished.

"Help repair the formation. As long as the formation is repaired and the enemy dares not use the divine weapon of the Great Tribulation Realm again, we will be able to defend it."

Ling Xiao waved his hand, without much explanation, and directly took Qin Rou, Xuanyuan Jun and others into his body.

(End of this chapter)