"What?!"
As soon as these words were spoken, they caused an uproar.
No one expected that this young man with the soul of a real dragon actually came from the underworld!
"The cultivators from the lower realms can actually reach the Immortal Saint realm. How terrifying!"
"I heard that the Jiuli Realm's spiritual energy had long been exhausted, yet he was still able to break through to the Immortal Saint Realm."
"Yes, let alone breaking through to the Immortal Saint Realm, even breaking through to the Immortal Lord Realm is as difficult as ascending to heaven."
The Immortal Saint Realm is nothing compared to the Four Imperial Immortal Realms.
But for the underworld, this is an invincible existence.
However, something even more shocking happened to them.
Li Lingge seemed to have ignored Jiang Tianming. He sheathed his sword, took Shangguan Yourong's hand, and turned to leave.
"let's go."
Wow!
Everyone exclaimed, "Wow, this is a blatant provocation!"
"He...he actually ignored the Holy Son! Is he really not afraid of death?!"
"He's crazy! He must be crazy. Jiang Tianming has the entire Dao sect behind him. How dare he do that?!"
Jiang Tianming's eyes grew colder.
"Kill him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sea of clouds at the top of Tianzhen Sect's peak shook violently, as if the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was stirred at this moment.
The howling wind rolled up layers of clouds and mist, like raging waves crashing on the shore, with a huge momentum.
Mo Lao's withered hand slowly stretched out from his black robe. The moment his five fingers clenched like eagle claws, the entire sky was filled with the harsh roar of chains rubbing against each other, as if all the rules between heaven and earth were controlled by him.
Seven bronze shackles burning with dark blue netherworld fire appeared out of thin air. The chains were engraved with ancient runes, and each rune flashed with a strange light.
The Taotie beast head carved on the lock actually let out a low roar like a living creature, and its ferocious face seemed to want to devour everything.
The sound penetrated the sky and caused the surrounding mountains to tremble slightly.
"How dare a mere ant disobey the Holy Son?"
Mo Lao's voice was hoarse and cold, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.
Dark golden meridians emerged from under his shriveled face, like dragons crawling under the skin, appearing strange and terrifying.
As he finished speaking, eight rotating red suns suddenly appeared behind him, each of which emitted a blazing light, like eight burning suns hanging in the sky.
In the scorching sun, lava-like flames gushed out, turning into blazing waterfalls pouring down from the sky.
Wherever it passed, the mountain was instantly melted and turned into a boiling magma lake. The hot magma rolled and made a "gurgling" sound.
In the magma, a giant lava fist condensed and then smashed heavily towards Shangguan Yourong.
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