The Strongest Abandoned Master In City

Yang Xiaojun's face was ashen as he stared at the city under his feet, not saying a word for a long time.    

The other two men who were standing side by side with him, the patriarch of Heaven Clan, Dishi Tian, frowned deeply as he stared at the city under his feet.    

The other sage-like old Daoist with a youthful face and white hair was the old ancestor of the sect that had betrayed the Dao Gate and joined the Western Cult. The entire sect had been tricked by Yang Qiu, and only these two people were left.    

This old Daoist was also a terrifying Third Grade Of Great Luo Golden Immortal.    

Yang Xiaojun, this old Daoist had the same strength, but Dishi Tian's strength could only be higher than theirs.    

The Mahayana Period Expert could move mountains and fill seas.    

A Heaven Immortal Ninth Grade had the terrifying ability to easily destroy a planet.    

As for First Grade Of Heavenly Immortal, they could easily move the stars and destroy a small galaxy.    

As for a Golden Immortal and a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he was afraid that it would be a lie. A single breath of air could easily wipe out a galaxy and a galaxy.    

Such a terrifying existence didn't dare to make a move when looking at the city beneath their feet.    

This was an ordinary city. No matter what Miracle City or miracle it was, to them, it was just an ordinary city. A single thought was enough to kill them.    

However, it was this city that made them not dare to act rashly.    

Young Master Duanchang, Dishi Yan, and Asura Girl were standing far away from him. Yang Changkong, on the other hand, was standing in the void formation deployed by Yang Xiaojun in the distance. Xia Yu was behind him.    

The old Daoist who was wearing a snow-white Daoist robe suddenly let out a long breath and said.    

"There is something strange about this city. I will. . . Not interfere for the time being!"    

Yang Xiaojun sneered and said disdainfully.    

"Hua Jiu, you used to be a big shot in the Heavenly Court. I didn't expect you to become a coward now. "    

The old Daoist named Hua Jiu narrowed his eyes and chuckled.    

"This city is clearly a dao artifact. Lord Heavenly Ruler is naturally fearless, but I still know my limits! It's better for us outsiders to not interfere in the matters of the Yang family! "    

Old Daoist Hua Jiu spoke and took two steps back.    

The old man was extremely cunning. If Yang Xiaojun could destroy this place, he would naturally take revenge. If Yang Xiaojun couldn't do anything to Yang Qiu, he wouldn't be able to do anything to him.    

It was better to take revenge with his own hands. However, there was someone who could do it for him. There was nothing bad about it. It also reduced the risk.    

This was a Doctrine Artifact.    

A Great Path Artifact! Compared to an Immortal Weapon, it was simply incomparable!    

Yang Xiaojun wasn't an idiot. He took a deep look at Hua Jiu, then slowly nodded his head.    

"Dishi Tian, what about you?"    

Dishi Tian's face twitched slightly. He actually took a step back as well. A black door appeared out of nowhere in the void. As he stepped back, he sat on the throne in the middle of the door.    

"If you can destroy this place, our cooperation will still be effective!"    

Two gloomy lights flashed across Yang Xiaojun's eyes. He hated these two bastards to death. But at this time, if he did not show some real ability, they would definitely look down on him.    

Thus, he made his move.    

After all, he was a Great Luo Golden Immortal, so his attack was naturally extraordinary. However, this was the origin of all worlds, and he couldn't destroy this planet. Therefore, he could only carefully control his technique.    

In the air, the entire Earth was covered by a layer of purple aura. Even the hidden Eye Of Saint in the void suddenly opened its eyes. However, when the Eye Of Saint saw this layer of purple light, it slowly closed its eyes.    

Amidst the rolling purple light, an incomparably mysterious and mystical force suddenly erupted from the sky above Sky City. It descended with a loud bang, forming a terrifying pillar with a diameter of ten kilometers. It violently smashed towards Sky City.    

A circle of clear light suddenly flashed across the entire Sky City. That layer of green light directly swallowed the incomparably magnificent pillar of light above its head.    

It was like a mud cow entering the ocean. Yang Xiaojun's means had vanished without a trace just like that.    

Yang Xiaojun stared at the Sky City with his mouth agape and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.    

Dishi Tian and Hua Jiu exchanged glances with each other, and without batting an eyelid, they retreated far away.    

Dishi Yan, Asura Girl, and Young Master Duanchang followed behind the two of them. Their expressions became extremely ugly.    

They had never thought that Yang Qiu's city would be so terrifying.    

Yang Xiaojun stared at the city under his feet. Just as he was about to attack again, a red light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.    

The red light didn't seem to have any special characteristics. It was incomparably ordinary. It felt like the night sky. Someone drew a match, but Yang Xiaojun suddenly screamed like a woman. Without saying anything, he turned around and fled.    

Dishi Tian and Hua Jiu were faster than him. The black hole behind Dishi Tian sucked him in, along with Dishi Yan and Asura Girl, disappearing into thin air at the same time.    

Boss Hua Jiu grabbed Young Master Duanchang with one hand. It was estimated that it was only a billion milliseconds. He vanished in the sky above Sky City. His speed was too fast, and even caused a collapsing void to appear.    

The red light was a light, thin sword light.    

That sword light was pitifully weak. Even a Qi Condensation cultivator could release a sword light that was a hundred times stronger than this sword light.    

However, this sword light made Yang Xiaojun feel a sense of fear from the deepest part of his soul.    

This sword light didn't have any special characteristics. It only had one.    

Killing intent!    

Killing intent that could destroy everything!    

Killing intent that could kill anyone below the Sage level.    

"No!"    

Yang Xiaojun was so scared that he howled. Because he was too scared and nervous, he actually forgot to move.    

The sword light gently flew over, looking very slow. But in reality, it was so fast that Yang Xiaojun had no way to dodge at all.    

This sword light seemed to recognize someone. It knew that Yang Xiaojun was the one who attacked it, so it only targeted him.    

When the sword light came into contact with Yang Xiaojun's body, his body suddenly burst forth with rays of various colors. Every ray of light was the Qi of the Innate Spiritual Treasure.    

A total of 108 Innate Spiritual Treasure's Qi formed 108 layers of protection, protecting Yang Xiaojun within.    

This was all the wealth Yang Xiaojun had accumulated over countless years.    

The Innate Spiritual Treasure was equivalent to a saint's item. And this sword light was merely a strike from a saint.    

However, Yang Xiaojun was horrified to find that the circles of light on his body were being destroyed at an extremely fast speed.    

Every time a circle of light was destroyed, he would lose a Natural Supreme Treasure.    

"No!! Heavens! Damn it, damn it!!"    

Yang Xiaojun screamed. He stared with his mouth agape as the circles of light on his body disappeared one after another. He could even hear the wails of the Natural Supreme Treasures.    

Someone had activated the Second Killing Formation of the Three Realms.    

"Stop, or else. . . He'll die!!"    

Yang Xiaojun's soul almost left his body, and a person suddenly appeared in his hand. He trembled and raised the person in his hand in fear. The sword light had just broken through the 108 light circles on his body when it stopped.    

The man in his hand was Wang Jie.    

The sword light slowly disappeared. In front of Yang Xiaojun, Yang Qiu slowly rose up from the Sky City. His face was still frighteningly calm. Looking at Yang Xiaojun's pale lips, Yang Qiu only said two words.    

"Release him!"