A wisp of black smoke emerged from its mouth, rising into the sky, changing continuously in the process, and finally turned into a big black hand!

Fu Chen was currently fighting to the death with Mo Taisui and Du Jiu. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed something strange.

"This is."

He widened his eyes and stared at the black palm flying towards him.

This palm grew larger and larger as it flew, gradually covering hundreds of miles in radius, blocking out the sky and the sun, and shrouding it with clouds!

If you observe carefully, you will find that there are dense runes carved on the palms and fingers. These runes are combined together and criss-crossed, like meridians.

The surging demonic energy is flowing in these meridians!

Fu Chen's consciousness suddenly fell into a trance. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance, as if he saw a figure behind the big black hand.

That was an arrogant figure standing with his hands behind his back!

His aura is extremely tyrannical, and he looks down upon the world and regards all people as stupid dogs.

"Bury the Heavenly Emperor!"

Fu Chen gritted his teeth and slowly spit out three words.

His consciousness has gradually recovered, and his eyes have gradually become clearer. If you look carefully, there is no one behind the big black hand.

But Fu Chen already knew that this was the way to bury the Emperor of Heaven!

This person acted impeccably. On the surface, he asked the two saints of Du Wu to come and arrest him, but secretly he left a magical power in the body of Du Jiu's mount. If the two saints were in a deadlock, this magical power would be triggered, just to be sure!

Looking at the entire Antarctic Immortal Continent, the only one who can do this is the Burying Emperor!

The timing of launching his magical power was just right. At this moment, Fu Chen suppressed Mo Taisui and Du Jiu by himself. His own magic power had been exhausted to the extreme, and he no longer had any energy left to deal with this big black hand.

Looking at the clouds getting closer and closer, Fu Chen suddenly sighed and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Emperor Buried Heaven, Emperor Buried Heaven, although I know your existence, this is the first time I have seen your methods. It seems Xiaobai did not lie to me. Once he leaves, no one in the entire Antarctic Immortal Continent can do anything to you."

For some reason, when he saw the big hand falling, there was no panic in his eyes, but a sense of relief.

"It has been 180,000 years, and I have fulfilled my promise back then and never set foot here."

"Now, I'm tired too."

Just when the entire Shuiyue Cave was on the verge of being shattered, Liang Yan, who was in the "Nine Layers of Immortal Palace", had no idea.

At this moment, his whole body was covered in blood and flesh, at least half of his body was shattered, the meridians in his body were damaged, and his internal organs were all mutilated.

hold head high!

Suddenly I heard the cry of a phoenix, and a fire shot into the sky in the distance.

The prison-suppressing fire phoenix hangs alone in the sky, and every feather on its body is shining with scorching brilliance. Its powerful true spiritual power makes people dare not look directly at it!

It had just hit Liang Yan hard, but now it stopped where it was and did not attack immediately.

The phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, seeming a little confused.

The man in front of me has been killed countless times. Although the blood and essence of the immortal dragon can revive him, the heartbreaking pain is unavoidable.

This kind of pain is more severe than the torture in the ghost prison, and it is continuous torture. Most people would have collapsed long ago.

However, Liang Yan's eyes were still clear.

He supported his broken body, straightened his waist with all his strength, looked at each other with the prison-suppressing fire phoenix in the distance, and suddenly grinned.
Chapter completed!