The kneeling monk with the golden mask trembled even more violently.
"I really want to see who it is...who dares to ruin my plans so many times!"
The statue in the hall was also trembling slightly. The monk in the white robe touched the corner of the statue's clothes and bowed devoutly.
"Don't worry."
Yan Rong's attack gradually weakened, and he could feel the energy in his body being consumed bit by bit.
These monks always have various methods to make him unable to move, and they will not let him go even if they want to self-destruct?
"Let go, Yanrong! You've reached your limit!"
Youquan's voice was not as loud as before. After fighting for so long, they had consumed a lot of energy.
If Yan Rong did not have the resentful blood evil that broke through the realm of Pankong and the energy provided by the blood-colored monster, perhaps this battle would not have been so difficult.
Yan Rong was slapped down by Emperor Donglai.
The violent explosion and the energy released by the impact directly overturned the sand and gravel on the ground.
There is no good place left where a group of high-level monks are fighting.
The place where Yan Rong fell had become a huge pit. The resentment was attracted to him and wanted to drill into his body, but at this moment Yan Rong was unable to absorb it.
“Cough cough cough!”
His consciousness became increasingly blurred, and the strange energy in his body showed signs of gradually dissipating.
Is it finally over?
Yan Rong looked at the sky which was gradually becoming brighter, his pupils somewhat dilated.
Suddenly, there was a loud shattering sound in my mind.
The echo resounded in his mind, and his originally drowsy consciousness suddenly became clear at this moment. What made Yan Rong even more incredible was that he felt a burning sensation between his eyebrows.
As his mind wandered, he seemed to see a hand holding a golden thread. The golden thread looked extremely holy, and the power contained in it was also extremely huge, which made Yan Rong subconsciously want to surrender.
Pankongjie
The sky was filled with wind and clouds, and the red clouds that had been hovering for several years without any movement made some of the guarding monks relax their vigilance. At this moment, as the wind and clouds surged, the monks had no time to react, and a thin golden thread seemed to come from the sky and penetrated directly above Pankong Pojing.
Some monks reacted a little faster and wanted to stop it, but their bodies were pierced by the golden thread. Before they could scream, their bodies turned into countless spiritual lights and dissipated.
This sudden change made the other monks present feel a chill.
The means of attack used were of no use to the golden thread.
"Hurry! Send a message! Hurry!"
Immediately, several cultivators wanted to send a message to the elders of the Immortal Alliance, but the golden thread seemed to be able to hear everyone's conversation. However, the finger-sized fairy thread actually split out into several more strands and stabbed fiercely at the guarding cultivators.
Before he could react, his energy was completely consumed by the golden thread.
The garrisoned area fell into silence.
The other monks had no time to react.
The golden thread began to turn from solid to virtual, and finally merged with the surrounding space, making it difficult to detect, even with spiritual consciousness.
The white-robed monk extended golden lines from his ten fingers, and the energy in the water mirror fluctuated violently. The other gold-faced and silver-faced men waiting on the side were also frightened.
The adults' courage and means have always been remarkable.
If the elders of the Immortal Alliance knew that he dared to attack the Lower Realm directly through the divine glasses...
The man in white robe certainly knew what he was doing, as for the people from the Immortal Alliance.
Haha, they have been busy with other things recently. By the time they find this place, it will be too late to intervene, and he won't give them a chance!
His newborn seed has appeared! No one can touch him!
“Boom!”
Pankongpojing shook violently, and everyone fell to the ground. A powerful pressure fell, and Shen Qingyi was smashed to the ground heavily, and several ribs in his chest were broken instantly.
Severe pain spread from the chest, and more blood flowed from the mouth and nose.
The overwhelming pressure poured down from the sky, stronger than ever before.
The high-level monks who were originally standing in the air, watching Yan Rong dying and waiting to give him the final blow, were also shocked in place by this powerful pressure.
“Crack, crack!”
The bones made a crisp sound.
The high-level monks saw that Yan Rong, who had been thrown into a deep pit, actually stood up, and there was a golden thread on his forehead.
One end of the golden thread was connected to Yan Rong's brow, and the other end was hidden in the sky.
Feeling the pressure coming from above, the emperors were suddenly a little bit unbelievable.
This is the power of the fairy world!
It absolutely cannot be the power of their realm!
A surge of anger spread from the chests of the cultivators.
Why!
Why would the Immortal Realm treat them like this?!
The Immortal Realm already has its own rules. Apart from management, one cannot arbitrarily interfere in the affairs of the lower realms. However, this time, the Immortal Realm let the cultivators from the Meteorite Flame Realm pass without any notice.
Then came the bloodthirsty monsters brought by the Meteorite Flame Realm, and then the calamity of reincarnation.
As for the calamity of reincarnation, the immortal world kept silent about it. Even though they suffered countless casualties, the immortal world never intervened at all!
But now! Why?! On what basis?!
They sacrificed so many people, why should he interfere again!
The anger prevented the cultivators from kneeling down in the face of the pressure.
Feeling the dissatisfaction of a group of ants in the Pankong Realm, the eyes of the man in white robe turned cold.
I haven't seen them for so many years. I didn't expect that when I see these ants and idiots here again, they are still so ignorant of their own lives!
"presumptuous!"
The majestic voice made it impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman, but the power contained in it made the ears of those present buzz, and blood flowed from the ears and noses of the cultivators.
Although the place where the battle with Yan Rong took place was the center of the pressure, other places were also affected.
The moment the low-level cultivator heard the sound, his head buzzed, severe pain spread, his vision went dark, and he completely lost consciousness.
Some out-of-body cultivators and integrated cultivators could not withstand such pressure.
The monk in the out-of-body stage only felt a big hand pressing down on his head.
"Bang!"
His knees gave way and he fell to the ground.
In an extremely humiliating posture, he faced the monk who crawled out of the deep pit.
The cultivator in the fusion stage gradually couldn't hold on any longer, and his straight back bent a little bit.
"Who the hell are you?! The Immortal Realm is directly interfering in the affairs of the Lower Realm. Aren't you afraid of the backlash from the laws of Heaven?!"
The man in white robe looked at the old emperor who was speaking and suddenly smiled faintly.
"Backlash?! I'm not afraid!"
This Pankong Realm had been severely damaged during the war. Although the power of the laws here was a bit troublesome, it was not enough to hurt him.
The only thing that made him worry was the vast sea area and the fairyland.
However, by that time, the matter will be done. If they hold him responsible and he denies it, even if there is evidence, wouldn't it be enough for him to pay some compensation?
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