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Chapter 893 All Saints Arrive

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    The Great Abyss is as black as ink and endlessly deep. It is impossible to see what is inside. Even if you have perfected your Heavenly Eye, you can't do anything about it.

    It seems to have split the universe. There are various star debris nearby. They are all huge star remnants. Their own size has not changed, but compared with the Great Abyss, they are like dust.

    Chu Feng was walking nearby and felt a strange force calling him, tempting him, and trying to swallow him into the dark and unknown black area.

    Many saints came, and the Yin Nine Birds became more than ten feet long. The whole body was covered with crimson clouds, and the blood-colored holy feathers were shining. It looked very gorgeous, but it could only illuminate a limited area, and all the divine brilliance would be sucked away by the abyss.  .

    Beside him, the old star knight with gray hair and wrinkled face, the executioner of the past, with cold eyes, all stared at Chu Feng from a distance and followed him, but no one dared to get too close to Dayuan.

    According to legend, even if you don¡¯t go deep, something will happen easily if you are too close to each other. The eight saints did not dare to act rashly!

    Further away, the three old saints from the Dream Pure Land have arrived, with solemn expressions. They were about to break through the Eight Saints' obstruction, but people from the Nether Tribe, the Spirit Tribe, etc. arrived, and four strong men suddenly appeared, wearing cold armor.  , holding the sacred weapon, blocking their way, and confronting them here.

    "Three fellow Taoists, even if you take action personally, it will be useless. We already have more than a dozen saints here. The comparison of strength is very different. Why not sit down and have a good talk." A member of the Nether Clan showed a faint smile, surrounded by  Under the black mist, holding the sacred vessel, he talked with the old saint in the Dream Pure Land.

    The saint who came from the Spiritual Tribe also spoke, with a jade-like face and disheveled silver hair, calm and calm, and said: "Why do the three fellow Taoists have to stand up for a dead man?"

    He is holding a god-turned-blood flag. The red flag is fluttering with all kinds of strange patterns, as if it wants to swallow the soul of a person. This person is blocking the front.

    The implication is obvious, Chu Feng is already a dead man, and no one can save him. Even if Dameng Pure Land fights them and goes all out, it can't change the outcome.

    "How do you know if you haven't fought?!" An old saint from Dameng Pure Land had sharp eyes. Even though his hair was gray and his face was wrinkled, he still had a strong spirit and didn't want to give up on Chu Feng.

    "Hehe" A terrifying sword appeared in the void, filled with murderous intent, making people feel like falling into an ice cellar, but there was no one in sight. The killer who stabbed the sky had arrived.

    In an instant, the balance of power changed again. Not to mention the Eight Saints who surrounded Chu Feng, there were five Saints here alone, blocking the three people from Dameng Pure Land.

    "I, the Dream Pure Land, will not accept threats!" The old saint of the Dream Pure Land, with his gray hair fluttering, revealed an unyielding fighting spirit.

    A bronze sword appeared in his hand, drawing out a cold and faint light, pointing forward. The other two old saints beside him also moved. One held a copper mace, and the other held a five-color pagoda, both of which were sacred weapons.  , to fight them to the death.

    "You guys are really stubborn. Although Dameng Pure Land is strong, it has not yet made it into the top ten. Besides, there are only three of you. Do you want to die here?"

    An old man with golden hair came over. He was tall and mighty, holding a golden giant sword. It flashed with cold light and bloomed with mysterious symbols one after another, shocking the scene.

    He comes from the Celestial Clan and is an ancient saint who went on a killing spree on the ancient earth and now reappears in the world.

    In an instant, there are six saints blocking the way here. They have to deal with the three people from Dameng Pure Land, which will form a two-on-one situation.

    ¡°Then let¡¯s have a fight!¡±

    The old saint from the Dream Pure Land said solemnly, holding a bronze sword, and suddenly waved it, splitting the darkness, shining out with a dazzling brilliance, and the holy power was majestic.

    The other two people around him also moved, stepping forward, trying to rush over, approaching Chu Feng, and protecting him to escape.

    "It's a pity that although they are strong, they can't take advantage at all in this place. There are very powerful saints on the opposite side. The ancient saints from the Celestial Tribe, the Spirit Tribe, and the Stinging Sky Clan are here in person, and they are six against three.

    Bang Bang Bang

    The void collapsed, runes were densely covered, intertwined into pieces, cold weapons stirred up, and the aftermath was just a few remaining steel battleships from the ancient era in extremely remote areas. They were swept into the air, exploded with bangs, or turned into powder.  Or evaporate completely.

    Within a moment, several muffled groans were heard, and the three old saints from the Dream Pure Land all staggered backwards. Some were coughing up blood, and their beard and hair were stained red with blood.

    Someone was also hit in the arm by a tall and powerful old man from the Celestial Clan. His right arm was almost broken off, with only a layer of flesh attached.

    There is another person who was turned into a blood banner and thorn by the spirit spirit.?Excuse me for now, let¡¯s talk about old times later!  "

    The three old men of the Yaxian clan nodded and smiled, and an old man said: "Old friend, go and have a good chat later!"

    Next to them, the three old saints from Dameng Pure Land were livid. They knew that the Yaxian tribe would not take action, and they were really just pretending.

    However, they also had an idea in their hearts. If Chu Feng could survive this catastrophe after today, then there would really be only one Chu Feng in the world, and there would be no Wu Samsara who was too close to the Yaxian clan!

    For a moment, they actually had some expectations in their hearts. They would try their best to save Chu Feng today and let him live. This might completely change the situation in the future.

    However, they sighed again, it was too difficult, even if the three of them died here, they would probably not be able to succeed.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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