Afterwards, the king found two people in the Tattoo Palace one after another. His palms and fingers glowed, creating soft ripples that wrapped around them and sent them away.
Wang Dao hid in the holy space and saw this scene clearly. He knew that was the person who left a message for his father in the spiritual secret room.
There were not just one but two accomplices.
The two men were very excited, but did not say much. They nodded, entered the space channel opened up by the king, and left. They still had things to do, so they quietly received the resources from outside the Tattoo Palace.
The king came to the depths of the Tattoo Palace. Even though he was very powerful, the most important incarnation of the True Saint who was there still felt it.
In fact, if the True Saint of the Tattoo Palace had not fallen into the deepest level of enlightenment, he would not have recovered only now.
This time, his retreat was extremely important. He wanted to have a brand new breakthrough and immerse himself in the state of Taoism, but someone found him at home!
Of course, a true saint-level being is difficult to be attacked and killed. Even if he is in a special state of seclusion, he will be awakened at the critical moment.
Once they themselves are in danger, even if they are in deep sleep, the True Saints will directly generate telepathy and fully revive.
His mind returned from the depths of nothingness and he suddenly opened his eyes. In the thick fog in the back mountain, it seemed as if two chaotic lightning bolts burst out.
Amid the deafening roar, the thousands of lakes and mountains that were set up with the protective magic array were shaking violently, and the stars in the sky were falling.
At this time, Wang Yusheng had already arrived in front of a magnificent palace deep in the Tattoo Palace and attacked one of his most important prey.
This huge palace is located on the ancestral vein, with a natural material atmosphere. It is obviously the private land of an important person and an exclusive place for practice.
"Who is it?" Zhuo Fengdao suddenly opened his eyes, because the noise was a bit loud now, and the True Saint deep in the back mountain was reviving.
He saw the man walking out from the deep space at a glance. The arrangements inside and outside the huge palace were useless, and all the magic arrays were extinguished.
…..He was shocked and horrified. After two centuries, he saw this man again.
In the past, he had led a group of people to hunt down Wang Yusheng, but they failed time and time again, and he himself almost died tragically. He never expected that one day, the opponent would be so fierce and directly break into the forbidden area of the Tattoo Palace and attack directly.
This is simply like a dream. The target of the encirclement and suppression back then was covered in wounds and fled to the outer universe, but now he is attacking the True Saint's Dojo. It's too brave and terrifying!
Zhuo Fengdao didn't even need to think about it, the other party must have become a true saint, otherwise how could he dare to do this?
Therefore, he did not even have the courage to resist or resist, and directly activated the
The supreme teleportation array, trying to escape.
However, he found that the forbidden magic circle was useless and could not stop a good-level Gong Yu Sheng. Although the teleportation array was glowing, he could not be sent away.
The opponent did not swing the halberd in his right hand, but just stuck it into the ground. He opened his left hand and grabbed him, causing him to fly out of the Supreme Magic Circle uncontrollably.
…Zhuo Fengdao wanted to roar and shout, but found that all the sounds were suppressed by the faint ripples.
He wanted to let out a long mental roar, but he couldn't. The other party didn't want him to make any sound or move, so he was like a puppet.
He was once an extraordinary person, famous in the extraordinary world, and was considered one of the most famous extraordinary people in the world.
Unfortunately, his path to becoming a true saint was cut short. He spent a vast amount of his resources but was still unable to take that step. After that, he gradually declined and was no longer recognized.
However, his strength is still very strong. Although he is no longer among the top, he is not comparable to other extraordinary people and can still dominate the world.
But now, he was desperate. In front of his old rival, he was overwhelmed and had no way to resist.
At this moment, there is only one word that can describe him, and that is a clay doll. He cannot control his own destiny and can only be manipulated by the other party.
"I used to be an extraordinary person, a quasi-saint!" Zhuo Fengdao said with disheveled hair, angry and roaring in his heart. He was so unwilling and it was too unfair to die like this.
He was desperate and burned the remaining top-notch skills. He was finally able to move with difficulty. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was standing on end with anger, and he wanted to fight to the death.
"Wang Yusheng!" He growled, his whole body tensed, the flawed prohibited item in his hand glowing, pointed at the other party's brow.
"Don't struggle. You can only move when I tell you to and make a sound when I ask you to. Otherwise, can you really break free?" the king said indifferently.
His big hand glowed, and when it covered downwards, Zhuo Fengdao suddenly felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing. His body cracked, bleeding profusely, and was about to fall apart.
Wang Yusheng's palm glowed, and he directly pulled away the defective contraband item, leaving no room for the other party to activate it and use it to fight against the Communists, thus making it a prey for the Communists.
In the holy realm, Wang Dao looked at everything outside and recognized at a glance that this was the old man Zhuo Fengdao who had crippled him in the late last century.
At the moment, the old guy could hardly struggle. In front of his father, he was like a scarecrow. He posed no threat at all, let alone resistance.
The king stared into Zhuo Fengdao's eyes with deep eyes.
Zhuo Fengdao's soul seemed to be frozen, his consciousness was hazy, and he could not control anything.
Wang Yusheng was searching for the whereabouts of his eldest son's Yudao True Bone. He discovered that it was still there and was collected by Zhuo Fengdao as a trophy.
Obviously, what Zhuo Fengdao cares about is not the kingly way, but Wang Yusheng. It is a bit perverted to abolish the offspring of his old rival, deprive him of his true bones, and keep them as a commemoration.
How terrifying is it when a true saint takes action? All of this was naturally completed before other extraordinary people could react. It was just the birth and death of the light of the mind.
"Looking for death!" In the chaotic fog in the back mountain, a cold and majestic voice came, shattering the void.
From the time when Qinggong Zhensheng of Xiaocun was revived to now, there is not even enough time to blink an eye.
Wang Yusheng carried Zhuo Fengdao and walked in the void. In this area, the magnificent palace, the suspended islands, the gorgeous mountains and rivers, etc., were all collapsing, shattering and destroying.
The most important incarnation of the True Saint of the Tattoo Palace stretched out a hand in the chaotic fog and reached directly here. The void between the two True Saints and many important places showed terrible cracks, and many areas exploded on a large scale!
"Put him down!" The voice of the True Saint of the Tattoo Palace was bone-chillingly cold, as if endless snow and wind had frozen the starry sea of the universe in an instant.
"Are you qualified to say such things to me?" In Wang Yusheng's left hand, half of Zhuo Fengdao's body exploded.
And he swung the halberd in his right hand directly, and the sharp halberd blade cut through the sky, extinguished the stars, and caused more parts of the Tattoo Palace to explode, the sky collapsed, the earth broke, and the deep space was about to be destroyed.
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