"What kind of magical power is this?" Zhong Tuhu felt horrified when he saw this.
He had never seen such a weird and powerful supernatural power, and he couldn't help but feel a little panic in his heart.
Yuan Ming did not give him any chance to breathe.
He raised his hand and pressed down, and the seven-color vortex immediately poured down towards Zhong Tuhu.
The surge of devouring power from the Hunyuan Dao Seal locked onto Zhong Tuhu's five-color arm and tore it apart crazily.
Zhong Tuhu was shocked and wanted to take back his arm, but found that the power seemed to be spiritual, biting his arm tightly, making it impossible to move at all.
"No! I'm afraid I'm going to fall into this kid's hands this time!" He thought to himself with great fear in his heart.
At the same time, Yuan Ming activated the emotional seal again.
In the void in front of him, a huge hand shining with psychedelic colorful light appeared out of thin air, and it grabbed Zhong Tuhu with five fingers.
Zhong Tuhu had never seen such a weird attack method. He was panicking and quickly waved his hand, offering a palm-sized bronze square shield.
This bronze square shield has been his protective spiritual treasure for many years. The pattern of the golden armor god engraved on it lights up, and a huge protective statue of Fudo Ming King emerges out of thin air, shrouding his body and protecting him.
It lived around him.
However, Yuan Ming seemed to have not seen the protective statue, and still held his palm unhurriedly.
The hand of the outer soul condensed by his emotional seal has accumulated power for twenty years, and he is about to use it to give it a try.
The next moment, the seven-color giant palm passed through the protection of Fudo Mingwang's protective statue without any hindrance, and directly grabbed Zhong Tuhu, holding him in his palm.
This scene shocked everyone present, they couldn't believe their eyes.
This protective statue is one of Zhong Tuhu's famous stunts, but it was broken so easily!
Zhong Tuhu felt that a chaotic emotion suddenly exploded in the sea of consciousness. He instantly fell out of control and fell from the sky.
The five-color palm condensed with the Five Elements Sword Qi also collapsed in an instant, turning into chaotic air currents and dissipating.
When Yuan Ming saw this, he tightened his fingers.
The seven-colored giant palm seemed to have penetrated Zhong Tuhu's body, and the light penetrated deep into his body. Zhong Tuhu lost control of his emotions in an instant, his eyes suddenly turned white, and he passed out.
"How can this be?"
This exclamation came not only from Si Rong and the accompanying disciples of the Su Nu Sect, but also from Lu Jianxing and other advanced practitioners, all of whom looked horrified.
Although they had known that the Lord of the City was extremely powerful, the power displayed at this moment was far beyond their imagination.
Yuan Ming did not kill Zhong Tuhu, he just grabbed him casually and tried to suppress him into Shura Palace.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
A layer of black light curtain came out of thin air, spread rapidly, and turned into a black spiritual realm with a radius of one hundred feet, tightly covering Yuan Ming.
What came out of the light curtain was not ordinary mana fluctuations, but a unique and powerful soul power that made people's hearts palpitate.
Yuan Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, and was about to activate his magic power to fight, but suddenly he noticed something strange.
What is emitted in this spiritual realm is not a single attribute of mana, but a unique and powerful wave of soul power.
This is not the spiritual realm, but the soul realm!
Yuan Ming was startled. The moment he woke up, an indescribable wave of emotions suddenly appeared in his consciousness.
It seemed as if there were thousands of voices ringing in my ears, including quarrels, conversations, curses, congratulations, and social interactions... all the sounds were chaotic and chaotic, as if they were falling into the world of mortals.
Each of these sounds seemed to affect his emotions, just like everything he had experienced in his past hundreds of reincarnations.
Under this strong emotional impact, Yuan Ming's soul experienced a brief stagnation, and it was difficult to break free for a while.
When Wulu and others saw this, their expressions changed drastically. They did not expect such a change to occur, and they were unable to react in time.
At this moment, among the disciples of the Su Nu Sect who were guarding the net-shaped magic weapon below, a woman with an appearance that was so ordinary that it was almost impossible to remember, suddenly the seven-color stream of light surged from her body and turned into a huge seven-color palm, pointing towards the mid-air.
Yuan Ming suddenly grabbed him.
The seven-color giant palm is quite similar to the hand of the outer soul used by Yuan Ming, but it is larger, and it contains the power of aspiration as vast as the sea.
Before anyone could react, the seven-colored giant palm penetrated Yuan Ming's body.
The moment he was penetrated by the seven-color giant palm, Yuan Ming also experienced the feeling of the sea of consciousness exploding.
The chaotic emotions surged like a tide, and the huge willpower violently impacted his soul, making him almost lose control of his body.
At this critical moment, the mark of the Heaven-Stealing Cauldron on his arm suddenly lit up, and a majestic suction force burst out.
The wishing force that invaded his sea of consciousness was like a grain of sand swept away by a huge wave, and was quickly sucked away by the Tiantian Cauldron.
Yuan Ming's soul suddenly relaxed and his consciousness quickly recovered.
He immediately activated the Tiantian Cauldron, mobilized his will power, and let out a loud roar.
A majestic power of divine consciousness burst out from his body, rushing towards the surroundings like a violent storm.
The soul realm that enveloped him was instantly pushed away by the impact of this force.
Yuan Ming's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he glanced down, only to see a yellow halo suddenly light up above the ground, as bright as the rising sun.
Immediately afterwards, four middle-aged men wearing wide-sleeved yellow robes slowly stepped out of the halo, their robes fluttering in the wind, like four gods descending from the sky.
After the four people landed, they quickly formed seals and spread out, forming a mysterious formation.
These four people were dressed the same, and there was no difference in their height, height, fatness, or thinness. What was even more amazing was that their appearance was exactly the same, just like their reflections in the mirror.
The four people were skilled in their skills. At almost the same moment, the seals in their hands were completed, and they shouted simultaneously: "Suppress!"
As the shouts fell, yellow rays of light rose from the feet of the four people, like summoned spiritual snakes, and quickly intertwined to form a huge yellow spiritual realm.
This spiritual realm is like a huge golden dome, enveloping Yuan Ming within it.
The moment the spiritual realm was formed, an indescribable heavy pressure fell from the sky, like Mount Tai pressing on top, catching Yuan Ming off guard for a moment.
Yuan Ming tried to move his body, but the heavy pressure followed him like a shadow, making it impossible for him to escape.
In the end, Yuan Ming was hit hard by the majestic weight and hit the ground.
There was a loud "boom" and the ground collapsed instantly, forming a huge pit. Yuan Ming's figure was covered by smoke and dust.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, Yuan Ming was seen with his hands on the ground, the clothes on his back clinging to his muscles, and his bulging muscles, showing his strong strength.
He let out a loud roar, activated his energy and blood, and slowly stood up despite the heavy pressure.
However, the oppression in the spiritual realm did not end there.
Instead, a thicker earth-yellow halo poured down from the top of the spiritual realm, surging like a waterfall.
The power contained in this halo is powerful enough to press the void into distortions visible to the naked eye.
Yuan Ming was in it, as if he was wearing a heavy armor, his whole body was shaking, but he was unable to break free from the shackles.
He tried to mobilize the mana in his body, but under this heavy pressure, the movement of mana became extremely difficult.
At this moment, a red flame flashed in front of Yuan Ming, and then, a Taoist wearing a fiery red robe and red eyebrows appeared out of thin air.
This person is the red-browed Taoist whom Yuan Ming met earlier.
When he raised his hand, red fire flickered in his cuffs, and a red iron chain instantly pierced Yuan Ming's chest.
Yuan Ming felt a burning sensation as hot as fire spread throughout his body, and the flow of magic power in the wound on his chest was severely blocked.
He tried to activate the immortal body to repair the wound, but the red iron chain seemed to have spiritual power and kept burning the wound, making the repair extremely difficult.
Under this double oppression, most of Yuan Ming's power was suppressed.
He struggled to stand up straight, but felt the weight of space pressing down on his shoulders like a huge mountain, causing him to almost kneel down on one knee.
When Wulu saw this, he couldn't help being frightened and angry.
With a flick of his wrist, a purple poison flag flew out of the air and spread out in mid-air.
The poisonous flag was filled with purple poisonous mist, and five poisonous dragons with purple-green venom flowing all over their bodies flew out from the flag and pounced on the four yellow-robed and red-browed Taoists with their teeth and claws.
Just when the poisonous dragon was about to pounce, a figure suddenly flashed out and blocked several people.
It was the female disciple of the Suv Sect who had previously used the seven-color giant palm.
She raised her hand and waved the seven-color giant palm reappearing, grabbing the poisonous dragon that was rushing towards it.
The poisonous dragon opened its mouth and spat out thick dark green smoke, which collided with the seven-color giant palm, and bursts of "puff" sounds suddenly erupted.
The seven-color giant palm was corroded by the poisonous smoke, and its surface became riddled with holes, but it still stubbornly resisted the attack of the poisonous dragon.
The female disciple frowned slightly when she saw this, apparently also surprised by the power of the poison flag.
The red-browed Taoist priest reminded him in a cold voice: "That seems to be the long-lost poison flag of the gods, so be careful when dealing with it."
A look of surprise appeared on the face of the female disciple. She suddenly made a seal with one hand and shouted in a low voice: "The seven emotions are prohibited!"
As the shout fell, a stream of wish power containing the power of the seven emotions surged out of her body and quickly condensed into a seven-color talisman that was about a foot long in the void.
This talisman exuded a faint brilliance, as if it contained some mysterious power. It quickly flew towards the seven-color giant palm and merged with it.
The giant palm that was fused with seven-color talismans immediately showed dense talisman patterns on its surface. These talisman patterns shone with a faint light and exuded powerful sealing power.
The giant palm rushed forward against the poisonous smoke breathed out by the poisonous dragon, and the corrosion speed was indeed slowed down by most.
Then, the seven-colored giant palm suddenly grabbed hold, and the five poisonous dragons were firmly grasped in the palm of the hand, unable to break free.
Upon seeing this, Wulu was about to continue using his methods, but his expression suddenly froze.
He was surprised to find that the power of the seal was transmitted to him through the Poison Flag of the Ten Thousand Gods. For a moment, his movements were imprisoned and he could not continue to move.
When Fairy Yunluo in the distance saw this scene, her expression became extremely ugly.
She finally understood that these people were clearly coming for Yuan Ming, and her level as Fairy Yunluo was obviously not enough to make these people go to great lengths to ambush him.
Her arrival undoubtedly became the trigger for these people to plot against Yuan Ming.
Fairy Yunluo hesitated in her heart whether to risk her life to save Yuan Ming, but thinking about the gap between her own strength and that of the other party, she couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in her heart.
(End of chapter)
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