Chapter 239 of The Immortal of the Land: Astral Projection. Zhao Hao's face was icy cold. He raised his hand and saw black runes occasionally appearing and disappearing in his palm: "These evil arts of the Witch Clan are indeed quite something. It seems I underestimated them before. But you think you can deal with me like this? You are too naive."
As soon as he finished speaking, two golden beams of light suddenly shot out from his eyes, moving so fast that no one could react in time.
Wu Wuyan was directly enveloped by the golden light, then let out a painful scream. Immediately afterward, his entire body burned at a visible speed, his flesh and blood were burned away almost instantly, and then his whole body turned into a skeleton. Then, with a gust of wind, the skeleton turned into ashes and finally disappeared completely.
Those on the golden summit felt a chill in their hearts, but the morale of the imperial guards led by General Guo Zhi and the remaining embroidered-robed envoys soared.
The sudden deaths of Eunuch Wen and Zhu Xiechixin have caused their confidence to plummet, and for the first time, they have even begun to question the invincible emperor.
But in that instant, everyone understood that the emperor was still the emperor, invincible, and as long as they followed him, they would surely achieve final victory.
Their morale soared, putting immense pressure on Elder Xuandu and other Daoist experts. Although their individual strength surpassed that of the imperial guards and embroidered-robed envoys, this group excelled in combined attacks, and their formations were exquisitely coordinated, making them evenly matched. Now that the enemy's morale was high, they were at a disadvantage.
"Amitabha!" The pornography expert was both shocked and furious, and a huge swastika symbol shot towards Zhao Hao.
In fact, he made his move when Zhao Hao attacked Wu Wuyan, but he was too far behind, so it seemed as if they attacked one after the other.
The swastika symbol grew longer in the wind, instantly pressing down on the opponent like a small mountain.
Even the officials in the Reception Hall halfway up the mountain all looked towards the Golden Summit. Although they couldn't see what was happening on the Golden Summit because of the protective array, they could still feel the terrifying pressure.
It was as if the entire Purple Mountain was about to be crushed by that terrifying pressure.
Zhao Hao snorted coldly, and suddenly a golden figure flew out from above his head.
That was a golden figure with the exact same appearance as him, only much larger.
The golden figure rapidly grew larger, becoming even larger than the swastika in an instant. With a casual wave of its hand, it shattered the terrifying swastika shape.
"My soul has left my body!" The master of pornography censor spat out a mouthful of blood, his white beard covered in bloodstains.
Just then, the enormous golden figure pressed down on him with a palm. The palm covered the sky and the sun, and he could no longer see anything else. All he could see was that enormous palm, as if everything in the world had disappeared.
As the leader of the Buddhist sect, his cultivation was extraordinary, but at this moment he was shocked to find that he was completely unable to resist and could only watch helplessly as the golden palm crushed down on him.
He realized that battles at the primordial spirit level completely transcended the rules of all realms in the world. Unless he also cultivated a primordial spirit, he would not have the means to resist.
He felt incredibly frustrated. He clearly had a lot of trump cards up his sleeve, and he thought he was only a hair's breadth away from becoming the emperor. But that hair's breadth was like an insurmountable chasm, preventing him from using any of his tricks before he faced death.
Just then, King Qi shouted loudly, and a golden figure flew out from above his head.
An enlarged phantom of King Qi swung its fist and attacked Zhao Hao from the side.
Zhao Hao's primordial spirit frowned, and he could only turn around to meet the attack.
A terrifying wave spread outwards, as if energy had been directly annihilated. The nearest Pure Yang Palace was hit by the wave and instantly turned into ashes.
You should know that Chunyang Hall is the most prestigious place in Zhengyang Sect, the spiritual symbol of the entire sect, so it must be equipped with the most advanced defensive formations.
Furthermore, this place is where Wang Wuxie has been cultivating in seclusion for many years, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and moon, and the nurturing of the misty purple aura. It has even been rated by the Taoist sect as the building that is least likely to be destroyed.
However, due to the aftershocks of the battle between the two Earth Immortals, they couldn't even hold out for a moment.
Grandmasters like Li Changsheng's expressions changed drastically, and they all summoned their magic weapons to prepare for resistance and defense. However, being so close, they were not confident that they could withstand the aftershocks of this battle between Earth Immortals.
Just then, a long and deep bell rang out, followed by a giant bronze bell phantom descending from the sky, trapping the others on the golden roof inside.
The terrifying aftershocks of the battle struck the bell, causing it to tremble violently and produce a series of loud chimes.
The entire Purple Mountain suddenly shook violently. Countless birds in the distance were startled and took flight from the forest. The civil and military officials on the mountainside turned pale. Those with high cultivation levels felt nauseous and disgusted, while those with lower cultivation levels vomited blood and fainted. The entire Reception Hall also creaked and fell down, with many bricks, tiles and beams falling down. No one dared to stay in the hall any longer.
The group from Zu'an, who were studying how to penetrate the mountain-protecting formation on the other side, also changed their expressions.
Xie Daoyun, whose cultivation level was the lowest in the arena, turned pale and swayed, almost collapsing to the ground.
Zuan quickly grabbed her hand and channeled a large amount of vital energy into her body, thus protecting her from injury.
After a long while, the bell's sound, which could shatter one's heart, gradually dissipated. Zu An's expression was extremely solemn: "What kind of bell was that? How could it be so powerful?"
Instead of getting an answer, he sensed a faint murderous aura.
Zu An instinctively looked up and found that the other girls' eyes were all on his hand holding Xie Daoyun's.
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Anger from Yun Jianyue: +111 +111 +111...
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