Overriding the Heaven

The three incarnations let out a powerful howl.    

His main body and the other clone had already arrived.    

In an instant, the surrounding space was sealed off.    

The air was as heavy as mercury and the air was as thick as steel.    

An ancient, grand and imposing aura that felt like the prehistoric era landed right on Chu Yan's head.    

His strength was great, and his divine might was strong. He was like a blazing sun that had fallen from the heavens, and the stars were sinking into the depths of the universe.    

"Die!"    

The five people shouted in unison.    

Boom!    

The void collapsed inward, and countless fissures spread out. It was as if the entire world was going to split apart into pieces.    

Countless streams of air swirled about, causing the wind and clouds to roil.    

Within the palace, all the furnishings were all precious treasures. At this moment, they were all instantly blown to smithereens.    

The Black Flood Dragon's Ancestor reached out his hands and tore apart the turbulent air currents. In an instant, he had reached where Chu Yan was.    

"Hmm?"    

She didn't see a trace of flesh and blood, nor did she breathe in any bloody aura.    

But in the next moment, one of the clones saw a broken cassock.    

She focused her gaze, reached out her hand and sucked the broken corner of the cassock into her palm, then looked carefully.    

"It's that guy's cassock!"    

When the Black Jiao Ancestor spread out his divine sense, he did not manage to catch Chu Yan's aura. Thus, he muttered to himself, "Could it be that the attack was too heavy and completely scattered him in an instant?"    

As she spoke, her avatars unwittingly moved to the side.    

In the next moment, an aura that was ten times more grand than before burst forth from the connection between the avatar and the original body.    

"Brat, you want to feign your death and escape? You're still too inexperienced!"    

With that, the Black Flood Dragon Ancestor's five fingers formed a claw and grabbed out.    

A dragon's roar sounded out from behind her.    

The surging spirit energy condensed into a door-sized dragon claw, as if it was solid, as if it was inserted into tofu, and inserted into the empty space in front of him.    

Bang!    

The air instantly exploded.    

Spirit energy gushed out and a hurricane howled.    

Chu Yan's figure instantly fell out, smashing into a wall and flew out. At the same time, a loud voice filled with despair shouted, "Senior Brother, save me!"    

"You still want to find help?" The Black Flood Dragon Ancestor laughed savagely.    

She had just figured out where Chu Yan was hiding, pretended to take the bait, and when the other party was caught unawares, she instantly inflicted heavy injuries on him.    

At this moment, the anger that the Black Flood Dragon Ancestor felt when his three incarnations were destroyed seemed to have been vented out, and he was in an incomparably carefree mood.    

"You're still too inexperienced to fight me!" The Black Flood Dragon Ancestor grinned maliciously as he chased after Qin Lie with his avatar.    

After smashing the palace wall that was on the verge of collapse with a palm strike, the Black Jiao Ancestor scanned through the palace wall but did not find Chu Yan's figure.    

However, at this moment, there was a straight path in front of him.    

"Hmph, even if the void is distorted, it will still be a straight path. As long as I chase after you, I will catch up to you."    

I'd like to see just how long a heavily injured ant can struggle for. "    

As the sound of his voice faded, the ancestor of the Black Jiao clan and his incarnation separated. At the same time, their auras connected as they flew forward, creating a terrifying wave of blood.    

At this time, Wan Yanjie and the other disciples of the Royal Yu Sect who had stopped to carefully determine the direction.    

"Senior Brother, this is the mark we made when we passed by last time." A young female disciple said.    

Everyone followed the direction of her finger and saw that there was a symbol that belonged to the Huang Yu Sect engraved on a pillar on the side.    

Wan Yanjie's eyes narrowed behind his long hair.    

Now, he was completely sure that there was another formation in the palace.    

At this moment, they were trapped in a maze.    

"Senior Martial Brother Wan, what other magic treasures do you have? Hurry and use them to break this maze!" Zuo Shuanglong said impatiently from the side.    

His character was irritable to begin with.    

Earlier, when he felt that he had been walking in circles, the anger in his heart had already been rekindled.    

At this time, seeing Wan Yanjie not move, he felt as if his heart had been scratched by countless cat claws.    

It was also a good thing that Wan Yanjie's status and strength was higher than his.    

Otherwise, Zuo Shuang Long would probably be cursing loudly by now.    

However, after Zuo Shuang Long urged him to do so, the only response he got was Wan Yan Jie shaking his head.    

Zuo Shuanglong was puzzled and asked, "Senior Wan, what does that mean?"    

"No magic treasures." Wan Yanjie faintly said.    

"No magic treasure?" Zuo Shuanglong was stunned.    

At first he thought he had misheard.    

When he turned his head, he saw that the other disciples around him were also confused and at a loss. He understood that Wan Yanjie had said these four words.    

"How come there are no magic treasures? Didn't you come up with a plan to deal with all the problems that we faced earlier? " Zuo Shuanglong said anxiously.    

"But this maze is not within my expectations." Wan Yanjie said.    

"How is this possible?" Zuo Shuang Long immediately shouted.    

"Are you questioning me?" Wan Yanjie's complexion instantly darkened.    

Zuo Shuanglong's talent in cultivation was extremely high. In the past few years, his reputation had skyrocketed and soared within the sect.    

However, his temper was getting stronger and stronger, just like his strength.    

Normally, Wan Yanjie would tolerate this.    

But at this time, Wan Yanjie's heart was also filled with a blazing fire.    

At this time, Zuo Shuang Long still dared to touch his brow, instantly causing the aura of a superior to Wan Yan Jie to erupt outwards.    

"I ?" Zuo Shuang Long's breathing stagnated, and his heart was immediately filled with embarrassment, annoyance, and fear.    

At this moment, a whistling of the wind suddenly sounded out.    

A woman with a black dress and a long horn on her head was flying in their direction.    

She held two heads in her hands.    

The gazes of everyone present were instantly drawn over.    

When Wan Yanjie saw the two men's sharp antlers and barbed hair, his complexion suddenly changed.    

The Tribes of the three Sects were previously approached by their respective cultivators and Diremonsters.    

On the side of the Huang Yu Sect, the one speaking was Wan Yanjie.    

As for the demon beasts, the Grand Monster of Manifestation that appeared was the sika deer demon.    

Wan Yanjie instantly recognized the Sika Deer from its antlers.    

The other side was killed!    

His eyes revealed a mixture of doubt, shock, and vigilance. Wan Yanjie's vision instantly locked onto the black dressed woman that was flying over and he shouted, "Who are you!"    

"Ha, so the human cultivators that colluded with them were you. I've finally found you." The woman in the black dress let out a fiendish laugh as she threw out a punch.    

She did not use her sacred art, but instead relied entirely on her flesh and blood body's explosive power.    

A fist imprint instantly condensed in midair, shooting towards the crowd like a meteorite.    

"Where did this demon beast come from? How dare you act so rashly in front of me?!" Zuo Shuang Long had just been unable to vent his anger. Seeing that someone had come to his doorstep, he let out a roar and grabbed at the air. The image of a giant sword appeared in his hand.    

Bang!    

Boom!    

It was like a mountain of steel, exploding in front of everyone.    

Terrifying sound waves shot out in all directions.    

The ground instantly exploded and countless fragments surged out like a wave.    

The gigantic sword phantom created by Zuo Shuang's supernatural power was smashed into smithereens, and it also took a few steps back. The tremendous force made half of his body go numb, and the blood qi in his body went backwards, making him feel unspeakably uncomfortable.    

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