No one can resist the pressure of the powerful men in the Holy Realm.
At least within the realm controlled by the Heavenly Lord, no matter where he goes, he will only be greeted by the sight of thousands of people worshiping him. Those who are in the holy realm must crawl at his feet.
Unexpectedly, Feng Mian was born to be rebellious. Even though he knew that his level was low and he was no match for him, he still stubbornly resisted and refused to bow his head and admit defeat.
However, Feng Mian also knew very well that he had a rare treasure and a special constitution. If he gave up in the current situation, there would be only one outcome, and that would be to be wiped out.
Based on the attitudes of all cultivators in the Cangling Realm and the Nine Provinces of the Great Wilderness towards the Nether Clan, they are either fearful, hostile, or even more hateful, and it is impossible to let him go.
His parents have not yet been rescued, and his true life experience has not yet been clarified. Why did the mysterious teacher pass the imperial pillar to him, and what is involved in it? All the clues have not yet been clarified.
There is still a long way to go. Feng Mian will never allow others to control his own life, his path, and his way!
On the wild mountain, at the crater of the volcano.
The Lord of Heaven used extremely powerful pressure and the power of changing the color of heaven and earth to suppress Feng Mian to the ground.
As the supreme being, the Heavenly Lord has absolute pride, so everyone must surrender to him. When they meet Feng Mian, the more they resist, the more they want to suppress him. Even if this space is shattered, they will not stop.
All the spiritual energy in Feng Mian's body was boiling like crazy, the Golden Body Technique was running, and a golden Dharma Appearance appeared behind him. However, under the suppression of the power of the Holy Realm, even the Ming Dynasty Dharma Appearance was still half-kneeling on the ground.
"Oh, are you still not convinced? Boy Feng Mian, I really admire you for your strong spiritual power and the true peak of the divine vein realm. But it is a pity that your divine veins have not yet been fully formed. In time, you can surpass me.
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As soon as the conversation changed, Tian Jun's face widened in Feng Mian's eyes.
"However, I will not give you this opportunity. I heard that you have the blood of the Nether Race in your body, and you also want to open the gate to the Nether Realm and open the way to the Nether Realm. Based on this, I will not let you stay!"
At the same time, Dugu Xuan was constantly entangled among the many guards. Everyone in the light armor guards had extraordinary strength. If not, they would not be qualified to stay with the Heavenly Lord.
Therefore, no matter what moves or methods Dugu Xuan used, he could not break through the barriers of many guards.
Seeing that Feng Mian was at a disadvantage and was completely suppressed by the Heavenly Lord, he frowned and seemed not to care, but in fact his heart was in a state of turmoil and he could not concentrate all the time.
Suddenly, the light-armored guard in front of him flashed, the palm prints in his hands changed, and he passed by Dugu Xuan in an instant. He slapped him hard on the shoulder with a strong force.
Bang! Bang!
Dugu Xuan suffered a heavy blow and flew backwards. He managed to stabilize himself only after more than ten meters.
He covered the wound, his face was extremely ugly, he half-knelt on the ground, and forced a mouthful of blood into his throat.
"Despicable! Bullying the few with more and using power to bully others. It turns out that this is the style of the so-called Realm Alliance."
There are many guards lined up in a row. It seems very simple, but there are mysterious formations mixed in. The auras of each other are connected, and ordinary people cannot forcefully rush out.
"Whatever you say, if we didn't even have this state of mind, we wouldn't be where we are today. The order we received was to take you two down completely, but it didn't specify whether we would survive!"
Reluctantly standing up, Dugu Xuan's face was extremely gloomy, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took two steps back.
"Well, in this case, we are all going to die anyway, so why not bring a few backers!"
His hands quickly formed seals, and runes flashed
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Shimmering Change. The most powerful secret technique of the Emperor's Heart Technique, which uses the energy of one's own blood as a guide to ignite the power of the soul and instantly increase it to its strongest state.
The air waves rose layer by layer, and the aftermath exploded forward. Many guards froze, and their expressions changed slightly.
"Use my blood to burn my soul. The heart of the God Emperor reappears in an instant!"
Holding his right hand, the long sword flew up.
A flash of red light flashed in Dugu Xuan's eyes, and the overwhelming aura of the emperor spread out. He clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the sword energy exploded in an instant. The sword glowed seven feet and was extremely huge. His wrist trembled, and he swung the sword fiercely!
Bang! Boom!
The sword energy struck one after another, forming an arc-shaped wave of energy that hit the faces of the many guards. In an instant, they flew out in a straight line. All defenses were completely shattered, and they hit the mountain wall, vomiting blood.
Under this blow, the space was almost shattered. At the same time, all of Dugu Xuan's spiritual power was consumed.
He staggered forward a few steps, forced himself to steady his body, and dropped his long sword to the ground.
"Haha... It seems that the strong men of the Realm Alliance, the Twelve Heavenly Lord Guards, are nothing more than this!"
Staring at Dugu Xuan, everyone's face turned pale and they were unable to fight anymore, and they didn't even have the strength to stand up. Although they were very unconvinced, this sword hurt their origins and even their souls.
"You...you actually used such a desperate trick without hesitation..."
The violent impact certainly attracted the attention of the Heavenly Lord. He waved his sleeves and robes to suppress Feng Mian with coercion. He turned to look at Dugu Xuan and raised his eyebrows: "I underestimated you, what an unexpected surprise!
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He walked towards Dugu Xuan, who stared at him with neither humility nor arrogance. He no longer had the strength to fight, but even if he died, he would not bow to him.
Feng Mian was still conscious, but his power was restricted. Looking at the situation, he struggled desperately.
In the space of the Royal God Pillar.
"Boy, you can't bear this level? How can you break into the underworld? How can you find out your life experience? And your parents, how can you reawaken them? It's really useless."
The soul master held a folding fan and pointed it directly at Feng Mian. His words were full of sarcasm and showed no mercy at all.
"Since you only have this little ability, you might as well admit defeat as soon as possible and beg for mercy from this so-called Heavenly Lord. Maybe he will let you go. It's just that you're back to your original shape. At least you can survive."
Clenching his fists, Feng Mian sat cross-legged in the space and suddenly opened his eyes.
"My destiny can be determined by God, and it must be determined by me, but it can never be controlled by others!"
With a thought, the God-binding chain whirled, and before the soul master could react, it bound him tightly, unable to move at all.
"Boy Feng Mian, you are so presumptuous! Are you crazy? Let me go immediately, or I will be rude to you!"
Taking a step forward, Feng Mian looked at the soul master with strange eyes, stretched out his hand, turned his palm into a claw, and fixed it on his face: "I'm sorry, I lent you my soul, and I will definitely return it!"
The mysterious mark between his eyebrows flashed, and the air on Feng Mian's body surged. In an instant, all the restrictions were broken, and he stood firmly, looking at the Heavenly Lord, without any emotion in his eyes.
"Stop, your opponent is me, have you forgotten?"
Lord Tian was stunned and turned to look at Feng Mian: "You are actually... interesting!"
The afterimage flashed, and a palm struck Feng Mian's face. The overwhelming air wave swept across the sky and could easily crush a strong man. But the next second, Feng Mian's figure flashed and appeared not far in front of him.
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A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Sovereign Lord, I think you are powerful enough, it's my turn!"
The Mist Shadow Technique was used to the extreme, and countless shadows appeared in Tianjun's eyes.
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The Lord surrounded him, completely enveloping him. The palm prints circulated, and the dark marks formed an aura, overwhelming the sky and the earth.
Phew! Phew! Bang!
The air wave flew away, and the aftermath shot straight into the sky. The gray-black mist dispersed, and the Heavenly Lord stepped back, but there were blood stains on his robes, and a gash was made on his shoulder by the Earthly Evil Palm.
"Haha... interesting, really interesting. Boy, this is your true strength!"
There was no response, and Fengmian disappeared in an instant.
When he reappeared, he was already behind the Heavenly Lord. The earth evil palms were blasted out continuously, and dense cracks appeared on the ground. Smoke filled the air, and the dust condensed into a surrounding, trapping the Heavenly Lord in the middle.
Seeing this, the Heavenly Lord did not dare to be careless anymore and used his powerful spiritual power as a shield to block all Feng Mian's moves: "Haha... whether it is your Tiangang Fist or the Earth Demon Palm, to me,
It’s no use!”
"Really? How about trying this trick?"
Feng Mian's afterimage flashed, and countless phantoms appeared. The golden body of King Ming Dynasty was in the sky as the center.
With full firepower, Feng Mian used the power of the Dharma to sense all the movements of the Heavenly Lord, so no matter how the opponent dodges, they are within the range of his perception. In a complete fighting state, Feng Mian became extremely terrifying.
With a flip of his right hand, the Nanming Sword appeared. With a thought, a burst of soul power repaired the gap.
"Since you almost destroyed my Nanming Sword, I will use it to test the power of this move."
The air waves filled up, and the sword soon turned into gray and black color, and a huge surge of soul power surged. The air waves surged on the ground, and the fluctuations in the earth's veins were also attracted.
Only the shadow of a giant dragon was seen, spiraling into the Nanming Sword. Its soul power burned, and Feng Mian's spiritual power also burned. The sword energy surged, and the entire space was controlled by Feng Mian.
With his eyes widened, the Heavenly Lord looked at this scene and angrily shouted: "Young Feng Mian, how dare you!"
"Do you know that using the dragon veins of the Great Wilderness Realm without authorization will cause the plane to collapse, and the world will be devastated. Do you really want to be so indifferent for your own selfishness?"
Feng Mian raised his eyebrows and smiled coldly: "What a slap in the face! Who is the person who really doesn't care? Isn't it you, the majestic Lord of Heaven? With the strength of the Holy Realm, you can forcefully suppress this junior like me."
Holding the Nanming Sword tightly with both hands, there is a shadow of a giant dragon wrapped around it, and it is slowly raised.
"Since you insist on being aggressive and even killing everyone. Even if I can't defeat you, even if I am destined to die here today, I will definitely not make it easy for you!"
"Dragon Soul Slash!"
Phew! Clang! Boom!
The long sword slashed hard and sharply, and a sword energy turned into a dragon shadow, whizzing away quickly.
The phantom of the giant dragon surrounds the Heavenly Lord, and the sword energy continues to explode.
But the strength of a strong man in the Holy Realm is not something ordinary people can see through. Even with such a life-threatening move, the Heavenly Lord's full defense is still unable to hurt his origin.
He stepped back step by step, staring at Feng Mian with malicious eyes.
"It's true that I have underestimated you. I won't accompany you this time. Feng Mian boy, you won't be so lucky if you fall into my hands in the future. We'll see!"
With a flick of his finger, a ray of light shot out, directly smashing the dragon soul into pieces. The afterimage flashed and disappeared.
Bang!
Feng Mian's Nanming Sword fell and was completely shattered. He seemed to have collapsed, half-kneeling on the ground.
"Brother, are you not dead yet? If you are not dead, just move, don't pretend to be dead!"