The magic power around his body turned into scorching light, and he struck out a palm like a small sun.

The body-protecting aura and mana converged into a huge palm.

Under this palm, it seems that mountains and rivers will be smashed to pieces.

Bang.

Jindan Zhenren's palm shattered into pieces, and then his entire arm disappeared, along with half of his head.

His eyes were still full of confidence, but they had long since lost their sparkle.

I saw a blue-grey ghost hand slowly retracting.

At the same time, he opened his bloody mouth and put the Yinshen of Jindan Master into his mouth.

Everything happened in a flash of lightning, and no one expected such a result.

In their impression, Da Zhenren would never be so fragile.

"Brother Chen!"

Someone at the table exclaimed.

Zou Wenbao, who was hiding in the distance, stared blankly at what happened.

He knew that the man in black robe was very strong, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful. Even Da Zhenren was killed with one punch, and his power was so powerful that it was amazing.

With a crash, I stood up.

Among them, the two Nascent Soul Lords who belong to different organizations took action directly.

There was no hesitation.

The two true meanings are like two mountains falling on Tushanjun's shoulders.

Tu Shanjun shouted loudly.

"Tiansha's true spirit!"

The black and red Gang Qi magic shield did not appear on his body, but protected Xu Sanniang behind him.

After all, this split soul body was too weak. Under the attack of the two Nascent Soul Sovereigns, its two arms were crushed into pieces and turned into raging mist. Black-red blood gushed out from the corners of its mouth.

The flesh and blood of both arms turned white, showing the bones.

Seeing the situation, the two Nascent Soul Lords immediately stopped and looked at Gongsun Wan in the high seat.

Gongsun Wan lowered his eyes coldly and said coldly: "Do you think you can survive again and again with such a secret technique?"

"You have no power after all."

"You are not dead now, just because I don't want you to die yet."

"No, it turns out that's the case too."

The young man sighed secretly: "What a pity."

This tall monk is undoubtedly a genius.

Being able to kill a monk of the same level with one punch, and resisting two Nascent Souls without dying, such a genius is rare in the Great Artifact Sect.

But people always have to be in awe. Being overly conceited will only cost you your own life.

"Yeah."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded.

The figure with a broken arm in a black and red robe in front of him spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood turned into thick mist the moment it came out.

Black and purple oval-shaped nails pierced his chest.

a finger.

Five roots.

Ten.

It turned out to be a pair of hands.

Ghost hands!

Until a huge hole was opened.

His pale and livid palms tore away the black-red evil spirit in front of him.

Black-red mist suddenly enveloped the entire huge palace.

The expression of True Lord Yuanying changed dramatically.

In his eyes, the originally clear spiritual light was like being soaked in ink, and instantly turned into darkness.

It was as if the person standing in front of him was not a monk at all, but a ferocious red moon falling into the sea. Although it was so quiet and did not stir up thousands of waves, he felt a chill all over his body.

call.

Open your bloody mouth.

The blood-red mist slowly evaporated.

Tall body, slender and strong figure

The top corner points to the sky.

Scarlet red hair looks like bathed in blood.

Comb along the forehead.
Chapter completed!