He already felt it, and he was only one step away from breaking through the Pankong realm!

Across countless spatial rules, when the third palm fell, the power of the law of Pankong Pojing and the protective shield finally collapsed with a bang.

The hand that seemed to be able to cover the sky and the sun also fell down.

The exploding energy was extremely dazzling.

The might of heaven descended, and the group of monks were pressed to the ground one after another.

Shen Qingyi fell into the ground, creating a huge pit.

“Cough cough cough!”

Blood kept flowing out of his mouth and nose and couldn't be stopped.

There was almost no good flesh on his body, and most of his bones were shattered.

Looking at the giant hand in the sky, crushing towards the light emitted by Zhu Sheng, Shen Qingyi's eyes were bloodshot and he wanted to climb out of the pit.

But I couldn't use any strength in my body and could only move bit by bit.

"don't want!"

"don't want!"

Seeing the big hand about to fall, Si Yan rushed over without caring about anything else.

How could that be possible! That is a sacred artifact of Confucianism and Taoism!

"Bang!"

There was almost no hindrance, and Si Yan's body turned into countless blood-colored bodies under the light of his palm.

"Si Yan!"

The other returning tribesmen who rushed over could not help but shed tears of anger.

The shrill scream also shocked Shen Qingyi violently.

Looking up with difficulty, he saw the blood mist that had not yet dispersed and the second person rushing out.

"No!"

She had seen that Gui tribe member before.

"Bang!"

Blood dyed the Saint Slayer red. With the contract, Shen Qingyi could even feel the scorching heat through the connected contract...