The thunder net is like a cage, shining with the light of order.
Chu Feng's soul was about to burst.
Unable to break free, he was suppressed and forced into his body. Chu Feng's body swayed and he stood with a spear, gritting his teeth to support it.
But.
The blood is surging and his body is splitting apart. This is the power of the Holy King of Transformation.
Hard to stop.
puff!
Chu Feng didn't know how many times he vomited blood, the blood glowed, and the heaven and earth inside his body were shaking.
However.
At this moment, a voice came from very far away.
"As Saint King-level experts, don't you think it's too much to attack a junior?"
The voice is vicissitudes of life, but it has a sense of dominance.
In an instant.
The mountains and rivers rolled back, and the mountains, one after another, undulated like flowing water.
There is a drop of blood, shining with golden light, pure and vast.
Coming from afar, piercing the void.
Wow!
This drop of blood appeared in front of Chu Feng, and then suddenly shook, and a golden ocean rippled out.
The big net intertwined with thunder instantly shattered and turned into powder, and was torn apart by a drop of blood.
All the pressure of the Holy King dissipated directly under the power of this drop of blood, protecting Chu Feng and blocking thousands of killings.
boom!
A huge sense of oppression suddenly appeared in everyone's heart.
"The Holy King of Tribulation?"
Some people were frightened and felt extremely shocked.
"No, it's impossible for an ordinary calamity to happen, with such power!"
A saint king who transformed the calamity spoke in a deep voice.
"However, this aura is clearly just for the first time in the transformation calamity!"
The Saint King of the Underworld narrowed his eyes slightly.
He rode the armies of the Emperor of the Underworld high into the mountains, standing tall and alert, with a heavy gaze.
now.
Chu Feng gasped for breath and looked at the golden ocean in front of him, his eyes flickering.
A drop of blood turns into a sea.
He has seen it before, this is...
Chu Feng became excited.
The remnant soul of the saint succeeded?
"I'll protect Chu Feng. Everyone, just retreat." A peaceful voice echoed through the vicissitudes of life.
"You're so powerful and domineering when you first entered the tribulation?"
"I didn't know, I thought you were the quasi-emperor!"
"It's just you who allows us to retreat. Are you worthy?"
There was a peerless strong man who snorted coldly, his words full of disdain and provocation.
Among all the powerful people present, who is not the top one?
There are saint kings who have experienced several catastrophes. Who would be afraid of a saint king who has experienced catastrophes for the first time?
"Is it Senior Saint Remnant Soul?"
The eyes of Saintess, Mo Chanzi and others also flashed, but then dimmed.
"The remnant soul of the saint reshaped his body. In the past, it was said that he was a great success, or even a perfect saint king."
"However, even if the reshaped body is extraordinary and has broken the shackles of the past and entered the level of catastrophe, there is still a big gap between it and the powerful people present. Can it really stop everyone?"
The expressions of everyone who was good friends with Chu Feng became gloomy.
In front of so many powerful men, without the blessing of the emperor's soldiers, what is the use of a holy king who has just entered the calamity?
"senior!"
Chu Feng gritted his teeth and vomited blood, trying to prevent the remnant soul of the saint from coming forward.
"It's okay, I can stop these people."
The remnant soul of the saint did not appear, and his voice was very calm, giving him a great sense of security.
He made a sound, and then fell silent.
"The Holy King who has just entered the Transformation Tribulation, you are too strong!"
A perfect holy king steps like a god, carrying the spirit of the great road.
He was as tall as a mountain and roared angrily.
boom!
The next moment, a vast ocean of golden blood rolled up into the sky and directly bombarded this person.
The Holy King of Perfection roared, and the golden ocean was burning, like fire from the sky, manifesting the light of order.
"how come!"
The holy king roared and raged into the sky, and the golden ocean turned into a sea of fire. Once contaminated, it directly penetrated the physical body and the soul of the holy king.
His body was melting rapidly.
If he hadn't abandoned this remnant body at the critical moment and freed himself, otherwise, a holy king would have been burned to death.
"It contains the characteristics of the power of magnetism, as well as many powers of heaven and earth."
"It's so strange. Has this person smelted countless treasures from heaven and earth?"
Outside the restriction, cracks intertwined and were about to be broken. The head of the Yuan family raised his eyes and captured the familiar power from the golden ocean.
The remnant soul of the saint reshaped his body, already containing countless geniuses and treasures.
"This person is even stranger than the ordinary catastrophe. However, since you want to protect Chu Feng without coming forward in person, do you think this is possible?"
"Just a drop of blood can't stop me from waiting!"
The Holy King of Transformation Tribulation speaks out, bathed in the light of order, like the law itself, controlling everything.
He spoke quietly and his words were sharp.
"Nature can't stop it."
"I will give you one last chance to retreat."
The remnant soul of the saint spoke out again, his words were as peaceful as ever, yet he had a boundless domineering air.
He is actually threatening the powerful people.
Hearing such a response, Chu Feng, Dao Sheng and others were all shocked.
Is the remnant soul of the saint so powerful?
"Show up, you are not qualified yet, let us leave."
A Tribulation Saint King said coldly.
The world seemed to be silent for a long time, and finally, a faint voice came.
"good!"
Then, the Dao Sect's small world opened on its own, and a crack tore open from the void.
Above the nine heavens, dark clouds covered the sky, black air waves covered hundreds of millions of miles, and a ray of light locked the powerful ones.
Below it is a majestic figure.
He is very tall, walking with long hair, dressed in white, and looks very young, as if he has returned to his youth.
"It's him?"
As the remnant soul of the saint approached, there was a powerful saint king from ancient times to the present, whose pupils trembled violently.