A divine attendant suddenly attacked. He tilted his head and looked at the black demon-sealing sword in Ying Xiu's hand. He let out a yelp and said in surprise: "It's also an immortal sword. No wonder you are so arrogant and rude. But Your mother didn't tell you that there is a huge difference between low-grade immortal weapons and high-grade immortal weapons."
The giant black umbrella in the sky can not only shock and injure everyone, but can even absorb the spiritual power of cultivation and even the soul of spiritual weapons.
For weapons, it has terrible suppression capabilities.
Ying Xiu, who was holding the Demon-Sealing Sword, could faintly feel that the grade of his sword was faintly falling.
The divine attendant looked at him with disdain, and that unfamiliar and almost rude look made Ying Xiu have an extremely unreal illusion about the world for the first time.
His Highness the Prince's face turned red and embarrassed. He came from the Zhongyou Dynasty and had a noble bloodline. He was the first person in the history of trickery.
Even though hundreds of immortal sects in the world have a lot to say about the Zhongyou Dynasty, they only dare to talk about it privately. He was born with a noble status. Countless geniuses of the same generation bowed their heads when they saw him. Even the masters and elders did not dare to be rude to him. .
Along the way, he treated others with kindness and gentleness. He was not to be praised by many people, but he was determined that no one would dare to pinch his neck like this, with his eyes as playful as looking at an ant.
The divine attendant saw the anger and shame in his eyes. He laughed twice, slowly released his neck, put him on the ground, stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, and said: "I can see that, you He should be of extraordinary origin and have the highest status among this group of human beings."
Ying Xiu angrily threw away the hand between his collars and said coldly: "A person who fights against evil spirits has nothing to do with it!"
The divine servant sneered, clenched his fist, and with energy bursting from his fingers, he punched Ying Xiu in the face.
The teeth were cracked and the bones were broken. Yingxiu didn't even have time to scream. The fist on his face was deeply dented, and blood and teeth flew out.
He stumbled back two steps, and his face covered with blood was quickly covered with anger. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince roared angrily, his red official robe bulged and danced, and countless dark and cold crow feathers flew from the hem of the clothes.
But under the umbrella of the fairy weapon, Ying Xiu's power was completely suppressed, and the speed of summoning the crow was much slower than usual. The god's attendant grabbed the void with force.
Ice-cold blood surged on the side of Ying Xiu's cheek, and a dead crow was casually abandoned on the ground.
The godly attendant grabbed Ying Xiu's hair and pulled it downwards, with a stunned look on his face. He raised his knee and pressed it hard on his face, which was covered in blood.
Ying Xiu finally couldn't bear it any longer and let out a painful moan. His scalp and cheeks were in unbearable pain. But what was even more uncomfortable was that this extremely humiliating behavior undoubtedly trampled his self-esteem to the ground.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince!"
"Your Highness the Crown Prince!"
The group of monks following Ying Xiu all exclaimed.
The divine servant who grabbed Ying Xiu's hair showed a mocking gaze and chuckled, "Kneel down."
Ying Xiu's whole body was shaken. His head, which had been forced to lower his head, was suddenly raised despite the severe pain in his scalp. He stared at him with red eyes: "What did you say! You!"
The Divine Attendant raised his finger slightly, and the energy from his fingertips shot out, and a bright red hole penetrated the front and back of his abdomen. The hole was only half an inch away from his spiritual root.
He repeated coldly: "Kneel down."
The physical pain was replaced by deep fear.
The spiritual root is one of the most important foundations for practitioners. If the spiritual root is destroyed and the cultivation level is exhausted, even the human body will quickly become old, decayed and weak.
Cold sweat dripped down the blood on his cheeks. The indifferent tone of the divine servant left no room for maneuver at all. As long as he resisted a little, the next finger would penetrate his spiritual roots without hesitation.
As one of the Three Sons of Heaven, and as His Royal Highness the Prince of Zhongyou, he will never allow himself to be a useless person without any cultivation!
Gritting his teeth tightly, the muscles on his back were bulged and tightened due to the shame he had endured. Ying Xiu remained silent, breathing heavily like a dying beast.
He slowly lowered his body and pressed his knees against the hard ground, his body shaking violently.
All the monks behind him were stunned, although they knew in their hearts that instead of destroying the Daoji spiritual roots, they would choose to endure the humiliation and kneel down.
But when they saw Ying Xiu really bending his back, they still found it incredible.
They secretly thought that after stripping away the identities of Prince Zhongyou and Young Master Tianxi, it turned out that he was just an ordinary person.
After Ying Xiu knelt down, he fell into a deathly silence. The divine servant loosened his hair with satisfaction, and he looked around at everyone indifferently.
Those people looked at each other in disbelief, and although they were extremely angry and unwilling to give in, His Highness the Crown Prince knelt down. If little people like them are still gritting their teeth and stubbornness, wouldn't it be like a mayfly shaking a big tree and destroying themselves.
There was a rustling sound, and everyone knelt down one after another.
The leader of the gods had a mocking smile on his face and said: "It turns out that we don't need to draw our swords, some people's bones will soften on their own."
The immature-looking child ignored his sarcastic words. He glanced calmly at the crowd of people who were bending before they even started fighting, then looked away and looked at the young man in the crowd.
The young man was not very tall, but he did not kneel down with everyone.
So he looks at the moment.
Seems extremely tall.
He didn't know when he stopped in front of a divine attendant.
The divine attendant was originally going to search in the direction of the corridor of the stone house where the tribe rested.
Under the breath of the big umbrella, the direction of Fang Geyu's breath was clearly visible.
The god's servant looked cold: "There are always stupid people in this world."
Balian sighed softly and said: "There are always many people in this world who do not understand the truth, so..."
Divine Attendant: "So?"
Bailian raised his fist and smashed him in the face decisively.
"So just use your fists to reason with them."
The divine servant raised his head in astonishment and looked at the slightly frail and pale young man in front of him. He punched his face with a seemingly ordinary punch. It did not stir up any strong wind, nor was it accompanied by any hurricane spiritual power.
The Divine Attendant sneered and punched back, his fist wrapped in violent lightning energy, which was so dazzling that it seemed to ignite the darkness under the big umbrella.
The spirit-bearing realm is so terrifying.
The group of monks kneeling on the ground quietly looked at the young man who dared to muster up the courage to fight the divine servant. They had no admiration in their hearts, they only felt stupid.
They are all weaklings who are willing to be exploited by mermaids, so why waste their energy to attract people's attention.
Even if he gained some momentum and was able to stand in front of them, he would pay a very heavy price before long.
As the two fists connected, they suddenly heard a sharp, piercing cry of pain.
Then, as if being hit by a huge mountain, a figure flew out quickly and hit a huge rock with a bang.
The godly servant was deeply embedded in the cracks on the stone surface. He tilted his head, his face full of pain, his entire right arm was fractured and twisted, the bright red bones pierced the muscles, and sizzling blood kept pouring out.
Ying Xiu suddenly raised his handsome face with a broken nose and looked at the divine attendant on the boulder in shock, unable to say a word.
