Chapter 407: One against four, Li Xunhuan VS the top Mahayana in the four realms! Reasonable? Reasonable Der! How can it be justified to receive benefits before the work is done? However, both Great Elder Jinlong and Xiong Ming had no intention of expressing their opinions in time. They can get benefits when they can, but when it comes to real action, they will never do it themselves. What benefits can killing Li Xunhuan bring to an individual? The answer is no, at least not yet. Besides, there are others who will take the lead. The two men sat in silence, glancing at the seats below from the corner of their eyes, and the outcome of the incident was not beyond their expectations. "I object!"

Nirvana could not sit still, so he took two steps to the center of the palace, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water was about to drip out. I reiterate that the human world is the escape route that the demon world has chosen on its own initiative! The blood flow under the light golden skin accelerated, veins bulged under the clothes, and the aura on his body became more fierce. He narrowed his eyes, looked at Li Xun Huan, and threatened in a cold tone, "In my opinion, what you did is inappropriate! The Demon Realm belongs to the Demon Cultivators. It is illegal for you, a mere human, to interfere in the Demon Realm." Ming Zun beside him also looked as if he had eaten something, and he had no choice but to agree with his mortal enemy, "I object too." "Count me in." "And I." The top Mahayana of Dragon Island, grab the robe! The top Mahayana of the underworld, the King of Seven Apertures! The two received the hint and stood up to object one after another. This is not the end yet. Behind the desk on the right, there are dozens of top-level Mahayana masters from the Four Realms, such as the Chakravartin, the Old Man Jiatun, Yuan Yan, Tian Feier, Xuan Jiuling, etc., who are watching covetously. The scene was silent for a moment, filled with repression before the explosion. If it were an ordinary person facing such pressure from the four realms, he would have withdrawn his idea uneasily long ago, but Li Xunhuan was different. He glanced at the four people sitting at the table on the right with interest. Seeing that their faces were expressionless, he turned his gaze to the others and spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice, "I declare that your objection is invalid!" The voice and posture seemed normal, and he was even smiling, but without exception, all the monks felt the arrogance behind these words! No, how dare he! In the Four Realms, Mingzun, Qiqiaowang, Nirvana, and Panpaozi exchanged glances, understood each other tacitly, and quickly reached a consensus. "The Mother of the Stem Borer is a matter of great importance. Only those with high cultivation can undertake this important task. For the sake of all realms, how about we have a fight?" finally come. Li Xun Huan's face was filled with an innocent smile, his eyes moved between the four people, and he asked with a smile, "Oh? Are you fighting with Nirvana? Or with Ming? Or is it me fighting with the four of you?"

Nirvana's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "Of course, you will fight with the four of us together! Only in this way can we ensure that you have enough strength to deal with the Mother of Stem Borers and avoid losing your life in vain." So shameless. "Okay! I accept this battle." "please." . . . A moment later, outside the hall, above the lake, four people stood in four directions, surrounding Li Xunhuan in the center, and stood solemnly. On the white clouds at the edge of the island, more than ten thousand Mahayana monks sat behind their desks, waiting quietly and secretly guessing the outcome of the battle. "Who do you think will win this battle?" "One hundred percent, Li Xunhuan loses!" "Nirvana in the demon world, practicing the Brahma True Demonic Art, and achieving physical perfection! Millions of years ago, he used his true body to fight against the mother of borers. Normally, he only traveled in the outside world with three incarnations of gold, silver and bronze. It is not impossible for him to make further progress at this time." "Spiritual World Ming Zun is the head of the Helian Merchant Alliance, and he has many treasures. It is said that the Merchant Alliance used to be the supervisor of the Immortal Realm. I think he has all kinds of magical powers and his strength is immeasurable." "There's no need to say much about Longdao Panpao. The phrase 'a top-level strong man with a top-level True Spirit' is enough to explain everything." "The Seven-Aperture King of the Underworld. The Underworld has always been mysterious. Each of the Ten Kings of the Underworld is very strong, and the Seven-Aperture King is the strongest among the Ten Kings of the Underworld. I think he must be quite powerful." "The last one is Li Xunhuan. Emm, the human race has always had a weak body, and they make up for it with magic weapons and magical powers. But there is no immortal world to teach magical powers in this chaos, and many secret realms that produce many natural treasures are controlled by other races." "I can't imagine what he has and how he can win!" Their thoughts also represented the thoughts of the four people on the field. For a moment, they didn’t know how to lose! They even had an idea in their minds that if they had the chance, they would kill Li Xunhuan! Even if that's not possible, we can still seriously injure the other party, making him unable to move outside for thousands of years. In this case, the human world? It's time to change its name. "Do it!" A fierce light flashed in their eyes, and someone shouted, and the four of them ran towards Li Xunhuan at the same time, and a magic weapon suddenly appeared above their heads on the way. On the left and right, Ming Zun pushed an ancient long sword in his palm, his aura was condensed, he pulled open his robe with both hands, and a golden spear appeared. Before and after, there was a gray seal on the head of the Seven-Aperture King, which gave him a strong sense of oppression. Nirvana suddenly transformed himself into a man with three heads and six arms, and he captured magic weapons in all four directions. As soon as he started, he used his 'full strength!' The spectators felt the momentum, their legs went weak as if they were stepping on cotton, and beads of sweat suddenly appeared on their foreheads. At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind: Li Xunhuan is dead. He wants to kill me?! Li Xunhuan's eyes moved and this thought flashed quickly through his mind. In this way, there is a way to die! Spiritual light flowed on his body, and his figure split into four, running forward, backward, left and right, and actually chose to face the person coming towards him head-on. The four people felt humiliated and silently said "Seeking death!". The magic weapons and spiritual treasures in their hands emitted different brilliant colors.

In the blink of an eye, the four Li Xunhuans had expressionless faces and their temperaments became even colder. On the left side, the palm pushed out, and the hilt, sword body, and blade slowly took shape in front of the palm. The other three parties manifested the same magical weapons as the newcomers, such as seals, spears, etc. As soon as the four were formed, they collided perfectly. "Bang bang bang!" There was a moment of stalemate in the air, and then beams of spiritual power of different colors collided with each other, from which boundless spiritual energy shocks erupted, spreading rapidly in all directions. This wave of wind and waves instantly swept to the edge of the island thousands of miles away, and suddenly exploded on the faces of more than ten thousand great monks, and the air waves exploded. More than ten thousand monks had no time to react, they just subconsciously crossed their arms in front of their eyes and activated the spiritual power formation to try to resist. Below the battlefield, spiritual energy vibrated and fell on the white jade corridor, lakes, and lotus leaves, and a transparent film lit up, causing ripples. At this moment, mixed in the shock of spiritual energy, the magic weapons of the eight people were staggered. Mingzun, Qiqiaowang, Nirvana, and Panpaozi's eyes froze for a moment, and then they all chose to attack with all their strength at the same time. Ming Zun pointed to the sky, and a magic weapon in the shape of a book appeared. It is the Xuantian magical treasure, the Yinjun Heavenly Book! He circled his sword finger lightly and turned a page. The words "seal" and "suppress" lit up on it. Then the heavenly book quickly grew larger and turned into a sky-covering net woven with spiritual power, pressing towards Li Xunhuan. The King of Seven Apertures sat upright in the air, and made a cut on his forehead, leaving a vertical pupil faintly visible inside. Gray gas was flying around his body, and his figure gradually became transparent. Soon, only three eyes, two ears, two nostrils and a mouth were left. It turned into a face and attacked Li Xunhuan. Nirvana's four heads and eight arms were spinning in the air, his eyeballs were sunken and could not be seen, and a single emerald green eye suddenly appeared on the top of his head. With a blink of his eyes, the eight-armed magic weapon turned into flowing light that wrapped around his limbs, and in a moment it turned into four colors: gold, silver, copper, and black. Then, he clenched his fist and ran towards Li Xunhuan at a speed that was difficult to detect for a top-level Mahayana practitioner. "Ouch!" A dragon roar sounded, and the word "panpao" turned into a giant dragon tens of thousands of feet long, winding around the corner and killing towards Li Xunhuan. On the way, between the two dragon horns, a round bead magic weapon shone brightly. The spiritual power flowing out of it spread all over the body and turned into a golden shield. All of this was accomplished in a split second, and because of the spiritual power covering it, more than 10,000 Mahayana monks were not aware of it. At this moment, the four Li Xun Huans merged into one, and seeing this, they chuckled and murmured, "interesting." Then, it was divided into four again. . . . Inside the palace and on the stage, the ladies were looking anxiously, but they were not worried at all. Some were even interested in observing the reactions of the people below the stage. I saw the people sitting behind the desk on the left fidgeting, stretching their necks from time to time to look outside the hall. But no matter what they did, they couldn't see anything, which was very frustrating. Behind the desk on the right, from the fifth seat onwards, most of the people sat calmly, looking as if they had mastered the wisdom. Hehe, so funny! Finally, they looked at the four seats in front of them, and when they saw the performance of the four cultivators, they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The Chief Spirit King lowered his eyes silently and brought the jade cup of wine to his lips. At the third seat, Great Elder Tian Feng was playing with the peaches with one hand. He opened his mouth countless times, but the number of fruits did not decrease. The second elder, the Golden Dragon, and the fourth elder, Xiong Ming from the underworld, were communicating silently and secretly. "Brother Xiong Ming, what do you think?" "My master barely made it to the stage, which makes you laugh." Xiong Ming didn't talk much, but the confidence in his tone was overflowing. Jinlong smiled kindly. This answer was within his expectations. In his opinion, the good souls in the underworld are so good that even the True Dragons can hardly match them in this respect, let alone the human race? He secretly despised King Ling and Great Elder Tianfeng for being unworthy of their positions, having the strength of true immortals but not their bearing. Looking at Xiong Ming, he couldn't help but feel moved, and suddenly felt that 'the only heroes in the world are you and me'. He smiled and said, "I am not as talented as Longdao Panpao, who has a strong body of a real dragon and possesses several magical powers. I am not as good as him..." Divided the human world equally. As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at the battlefield outside the palace, with a strong hint of meaning. And it was this one glance that made me unable to look away. What's going on? Are you saying half a sentence? Xiong Ming was puzzled and looked in the direction. Suddenly, his eyes widened and disbelief was written all over his face. He took a deep breath, squinted his eyes, and looked again. My mouth subconsciously opened slightly and couldn't close for a long time. . . . Something incredible happened above the lake. Li Xunhuan's body was shining with spiritual light, and before he knew it, a giant ice crystal dragon appeared and coiled upwards. There was a flash of human-like agility in the vertical pupils, and the dragon head retracted and bounced back to kill. Only then could one see that it was about hundreds of thousands of feet long. Bigger than me? The golden dragon, which was more than half its size, had a look of great doubt in its big eyes. Of course, Li Xunhuan didn't leave him much time. The next moment, the giant dragon's body seemed to surround it, gradually tightening. It was actually trying to kill a real dragon with real dragon methods! court death! Pan Paozi felt more embarrassed and annoyed than ever before. The dragon ball between the two dragon horns became clearer and brighter, with electric light flashing inside.

At the same time, the sky above the lake was filled with dense water vapor and dark clouds gathered suddenly, echoing the dragon ball. Tens of thousands of lightning bolts with a diameter of hundreds of feet arrived in an instant! Water or thunder? interesting. The ice-crystal dragon raised its head and roared, the lightning stopped, and the dragon stretched out its claws. After sensing the lightning, it quickly gathered here and turned into a sphere in the palm of its hand that emitted lightning. After doing all this, he pressed down lightly. No matter how the golden dragon dodged, it would still land on the opponent without any error. At that time, thunder and lightning penetrated the sky, and the dragon's body, which was tens of thousands of feet long, twitched continuously. At some point, the ice-crystal dragon disappeared, and Li Xunhuan stood on the dragon's head. With a gleam in his eyes, he thrust the lightning spear in his hand fiercely. Dragon tendon, it's mine. At the same time, in the east. A tongue hundreds of feet long spitted out from the mouth of a human face; the tip of the nose moved slightly, and a gray circular circle spurted out from the left and right nostrils; the three eyes burst into golden light, as if to captivate people; the two ears moved slightly, locking onto the invisible. However, facing all this, Li Xunhuan had a half-smile on his face, as if he was looking at a fool. Spiritual power? As if no one can! "Humph! Ha!" He suddenly snorted, and the sound of "hum-ha" echoed between heaven and earth. Then golden words jumped out from the tip of his nose and pounced towards the gray face. Gray Face was terrified and tried to escape, but found that he had been fixed in place. As he looked horrified, two golden words appeared in front of him, and his eyes turned black and disappeared. In reality, the person died with blood oozing from all seven orifices: eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. On the other two sides, the results appeared in no particular order. Li Xunhuan waved the magic weapon made of spiritual power in his hand, and Nirvana's proud real body was like paper, cut into pieces and scattered across the world. In an instant, he escaped thousands of miles away. His true body could no longer be maintained and turned into his original appearance of a light golden middle-aged man. Before he could think, a long sail fell from the sky, and the horn below the mast just pierced his head. As his flesh and blood turned into pulp and covered Changfan, his aura quickly began to drop from the top level of Mahayana. He raised his arms with all his strength, trying to remove the longsail, but as soon as he put his hands on it, he could no longer move them away. What's going on? In the west, a thousand-foot sword beam descended from the sky and was finally barely contained by a magical weapon that looked like a heavenly book. Under the heavenly book, Ming Zun's chest rose and fell, his face was filled with shock and he looked terrified. This fighting process seems long, but it actually ends in just a moment. At that moment, the shock caused by the spiritual power had just ended, and the obstructing clouds and mist dissipated.

When the sharp contrast between two dead, one dying and one terrified, and Li Xunhuan being unharmed appeared in the eyes of thousands of cultivators inside and outside the palace, the world suddenly became quiet, but a huge wave was set off in their hearts. "One breath! In just one breath, the winner is decided!" "You're telling me, this is a human?" "Impossible, absolutely impossible! Mingzun/Niepan/Fujun/Panpaozi can't lose!" "Fuck, can someone tell me what happened?!" The largest number of Mahayana junior monks had no idea what was going on. They could only swallow their saliva and look at the man in the middle with shock and fear. She was so beautiful, but now she looked like the god of death, making them dare not breathe. In the palace, the human leader breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the person facing him. Although they didn't say anything, their faces were filled with pride. This change of face was seen by all the women on the stage. Finally, he looked at the four seats at the pros and cons table with interest. How will they react after this fight? Expectation! (End of this chapter)