The strange appearance of the three people in the sky instantly attracted the attention of everyone below. Countless eyes looked to the west, all equally surprised.
"Crunch, crunch..."
Facing the setting sun, more than a hundred people were dragging a simple broken ski boat with chains, walking slowly.
This scene is a little weird, and what’s even weirder and more terrifying is the person pulling the boat—
More than a hundred elite disciples of the Dayan Sect at the lowest level of the Lingtai Realm, and more than a dozen masters of the Holy Son and Saintess level at the Yuanji Realm!
Such a force is terrifying and devastating to most people, but this group of people now act as servants and porters.
Looking at the boat again, there was only one person sitting on the boat at the moment. He was dressed in white and looked like a young man. His face had no expression at all and was as calm as a puddle of clear water.
"Xin Zhuo!"
The acquaintances recognized him at first sight and had different expressions for a while.
Jiang Yuwei suddenly stood up, her chest rising and falling.
The disciples of the eighteen sects at that time subconsciously stepped forward one after another, their expressions changing again and again.
Especially Liu Qingfeng, her face turned red and her mood was surging, sometimes excited, sometimes scared.
On the handsome platform to the north, Mr. Zhuge and his group also stood up hastily.
But no one spoke, and the scene was eerily quiet, because I didn’t know what the strange battle of pulling a boat meant.
Until the two elders of Luo Su who were high up in the sky frowned slightly and asked, "Comrades, could it be that you have captured Xin Zhuo?"
Xiao Jingyi and Father Ferry all had reserved expressions on their faces and refused to take any notice. They were afraid that their cultivation had damaged their brains, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell who was being captured by whom.
But Xin Zhuo stood up, stretched, and said, "There are many people who can capture Xin Zhuo, but they don't include everyone here!"
As he spoke, he suddenly and mysteriously disappeared from the spot.
The two elders immediately caught the fluctuation of Xin Zhuo's cultivation. Their expressions changed, and they became wary and tried to resist.
That's too late!
A terrifying coercion that seemed to flow from ancient times appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, followed by Yuanji's murderous intent like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
"Roar--"
The clouds in the sky rolled, and a sea of blood filled the sky and the earth. A strange roar resounded from the sea of blood, followed by a howling wind, with a strong pressure that far exceeded everyone here.
The reaction of the two elders was not unpleasant. The original power came out majesticly, the divine body and bloodline phenomena covered the sky and the sun, and the martial arts Yuan soldiers shot out thousands of feet of red light.
However, everything was in vain. The two of them felt that far more than ten times the strength, true energy and origin were pressing down on them, which was overwhelming and devastating.
"Heaven-level origin, nine-color true energy..."
Just when he had time to say these words, the weapon was broken, the vision of the divine body was shattered, the origin was shattered, the bones in the chest were shattered, blood was vomited from the mouth, and with a scream, he went straight down and crashed.
"Boom! Boom!"
The extremely solid land, trampled by millions of troops, was knocked out of two huge pits, and the dust was flying and lingering.
However, in this scene, in the eyes of everyone below, Xin Zhuo reached high in the sky in a flash, waved his sleeves, and defeated two long-famous Daluo Sect elders with one blow!
The terrifying strength and domineering methods are suffocating!
This is by no means an exaggeration, at least in the eyes of most of the sect warriors who can't even get through Hunyuanxu, this is almost a terrifying existence like a celestial being.
Even the Supreme Birdman, Xiao Jingyi, Ferry Dad, Yuan Yourong and Qingxuan saw this and were completely convinced. They would never be able to do such a perverted attack.
In the sky, Xin Zhuo seemed to have just done an insignificant thing. He put his hands on his back and poured out the aura of Yuanji Six Forests, Nine Colors Qi and Heavenly Origin without any reservation.
"Buzz——"
There are millions of troops in a radius of hundreds of miles, hundreds of disciples of Daluo Dayan, and more than a dozen saint-son-saint-level masters. Their bodies are tense, as if a disaster is coming.
In the ordinary world, there are words that can suppress people to death at the level of officials. How can there be no endless suppression from those with high realms among warriors?
Shocked!
Surrender!
This is the feeling of everyone in this world at this moment!
The Supreme Birdman stayed away from Baizhang and saluted respectfully: "My subordinate, the Supreme Birdman, has met the Emperor of the Great Zhou Saint Ancestor!"
He suddenly felt that he couldn't say the word "Brother Xin". Who knows what kind of turmoil he had in his heart when he saw the power of the heavenly source. This Xin Zhuo is a monster and freak that is rarely seen in the world. It has only been a few days. No, where did the original fusion come from? If he is allowed to grow like this, he will become a saint sooner or later, and I can't afford to offend him.
"I have met His Majesty the Holy Ancestor Emperor!"
Below, Ye Chen, Immortal Shi, and Ling Que'er, a group of cultivators, felt despair for a moment. This guy hadn't been seen for several months, and his cultivation level was even higher. Even Ferry and his son were captured. How could there be any hope?
"Long live my emperor, long live long live..."
To the north, under Nanli City, the Zhou royal family, civil and military officials, and hundreds of thousands of Zhou troops were prostrate on the ground, shouting long live the mountains.
Xiao Jingyi, Ferry's father and son, and Yuan Yourong who were sitting next to the boat looked at each other. They didn't know why Xin Zhuo wanted to use his power to overwhelm others at this time, but he thought he had an ulterior motive, so he couldn't help but pay homage to him.
On the southern mountain, the face of Daluo Shengzi Wujiang, who was full of confidence just now, was full of fear and humiliation. His eyes swept over the two old men who did not know whether to live or die in the deep pit in the distance. His heart beat faster and he glanced at Qiong Yu, almost through his teeth. Squeeze out a few words: "Is this Xin Zhuo?"
Qiong Yu's face turned even paler: "Yes!"
"Impossible!" Wujiang said angrily: "Defeat two elders with one move? Isn't it said that he is only a little stronger than Senior Brother Si Ying?"
Qiongyu couldn't answer and didn't know how to answer.
Not far behind them, Chu Zongwei, Daozhen, Li Guofu, Chen Changsheng and Nie Shenghuan all felt their scalps numb. They were trembling with fear as they were suppressed by Xin Zhuo's power from high in the sky. The gap was so big that it was like a cloud of mud. It doesn't matter whether this person is Xin Zhuo now!
Even Liu Qingfeng was a little unsure, with a hesitant look on his face. He looked carefully and hesitated. He was indeed the same person, but his aura was so different that it made people afraid to approach him easily.
"Buzz——"
At this moment, Xin Zhuo clicked his finger from high in the sky, and his finger appeared in nine colors. The shadows of the towering sycamore trees were covered in shadows, and they were as solid as substance. They went straight to the hillside and pressed towards the sky.
Pressure like a dozen mountains instantly fell on the heads of the entire Daluo Sect disciples, especially Qiongyu and Wujiang.
The first one, the Wujiang Holy Son, went limp and staggered to his knees, followed by Qiong Yu. Her seemingly slender and frail body "thumped" to the ground, her majesty was wiped out, and she no longer had the slightest aura of the Holy Son or Saint Daughter.
The rest of the people felt a little better, but they were all staggering and dazed.
Xin Zhuo said word by word at this moment: "Everyone in the Daluo Sect will be captured or die, it all depends on your thoughts!"
Na Qiongyu said with difficulty: "Brother Xin, we are willing to be captured!"
The Holy Son Wujiang gritted his teeth and persisted, but he really couldn't hold on. His cultivation was two realms behind, his original power was so different, there was no hope, so he had no choice but to struggle and said: "I am captured!"
Only then did Xin Zhuo dissipate the pressure from "Yuanji Finger" and his whole body, and reached the top of the mountain in a flash, standing in front of Liu Qingfeng.
Liu Qingfeng, Chu Siniang, and Chu Zongwei subconsciously stepped back, looking humble and cowardly, not daring to look directly.
This is the pressure brought by martial arts masters!
Until Xin Zhuo smiled bitterly, bowed to Liu Qingfeng, and said respectfully: "Disciple Xin Zhuo has met the master!"
A group of people were stunned for a moment.
Liu Qingfeng was confused at first, then dazed, then his face was weird, then he was full of relief and refreshment, and finally his scalp was numb. It was like eight hundred meridians were exhaling at the same time, almost floating into the clouds, especially when he looked at the countless figures in all directions. People whose realm and status were countless times higher than mine looked at me with surprise and fear. This comfort was beyond words.
He swore that even when he got married, broke through in cultivation, and became the master of a peak, he would not be as happy as he is now.
He is not a pretentious and careless person. On the contrary, if it is not related to his disciple Xin Zhuo, he rarely speaks. Sometimes he cannot even speak a word for a month, but at this moment, there are thousands of words whistling in his heart.
The next moment, he met the eyes of countless masters and walked up to Xin Zhuo with empty steps. With a smile on his face, he stretched out his hands to help, and then glanced at the hall master Li who was not far away and looked confused and often bullied his disciples. Wuxia, his master Chu Zongwei, countless secretive masters of the Daluo Sect and the Holy Son Wujiang,
No! This can't be like this, I should do something.
He suddenly retracted his hand and put it behind his back, looking like a strict master, and coughed lightly: "Traitor! Do you know your mistake?"
Xin Zhuo's master's identity is definitely not that simple. Don't dislike him just because of his one or two words.
(End of chapter)
