There was deathly silence all around, and everyone was stunned.
"You are not Zhuang Tianya, who are you?" An old man took a step back and asked in fear.
The old man was already at the peak of Tianyuan, and he was not considered weak among the seven of them. They also knew Zhuang Tianya's strength very well, and there was absolutely no way they could kill the old man with one palm so easily.
"Having been asleep for thousands of years, I have almost forgotten the feeling of killing. It turns out that the feeling is still so good. It is your honor to die in my hands, Ming Cangye, hehehe...hehehe..." The man said to himself
Gu Zi chuckled softly.
As he laughed, the childlike face with white hair gradually shriveled up, like a skeleton wrapped in human skin.
Deathly Puppet! Ling Chuxi exclaimed in her heart.
But immediately, the face began to become plump again, and the face of a young man appeared in front of him. He seemed to be in his early thirties, but there was endless vicissitudes in his eyes.
Obviously, this person is different from the Death Puppet that Ling Chuxi had seen before. I don't know why, looking at that face full of vicissitudes of life, Ling Chuxi always feels a little familiar.
"Ming Cangye... Ming Cangye... No, he is from the Nether Clan." An old man remembered something, exclaimed, and ran away.
Several other old men were not slow when they saw the opportunity and ran away in the direction they came from almost at the same time.
"Since you didn't leave just now, then don't leave now." Ming Cangye laughed loudly and clapped his hand again.
A transparent wave of air surged like ocean waves, and instantly enveloped several people in it.
"Ah..." Amidst the screams, the figures of several old men quickly shriveled up. In just a few breaths, they fell to the ground like paralyzed mud.
"Vulnerable!" Ming Cangye shook his head in dismay, returned to his previous position, sat cross-legged again, and formed the mysterious handprint.
Ling Chuxi's back was soaked with cold sweat.
Ming Cangye, Ming Cangye! This is the master of the Ming clan! It’s just like what I guessed just now. This person is the big shot who has been hiding behind him!
I remember that Huangfu Qingjue and Jianling both said that after using the rebirth technique, their strength would be greatly reduced, but even after the reduction, their strength was still so terrifying.
Those seven old men were the hidden powerhouses of Qianzhongling. In terms of strength, they were comparable to the masters of the sect in the holy realm. However, they could not withstand even one of his palms. It was unimaginable that he would return.
How strong was he before he was born?
Ling Chuxi quietly stuck her head out and looked in the direction of Ming Cangye. After just one glance, she turned away, feeling as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
At the bottom of the mountain where Ming Cangye was, hundreds of mummies were lying on the ground, dead and lifeless. The scene was like the legendary Shura Purgatory.
Judging by their clothes, they were disciples of the Shadow Shaliu, Po Shaliu, Zhuang and Kuangdao sects.
Ling Chuxi finally understood why Ming Cangye didn't show up until the moment of Situ Wuying's death. It turned out that it was to absorb the power of the souls of the elite masters of these major forces.
A sudden light flashed in Ming Cangye's eyes, and he stood up slowly, staring at the bottomless abyss for a long time.
"Boom!" Another loud noise came from deep underground, and the white light rising into the sky became a little brighter. An illusory and majestic figure also quietly emerged in the light and shadow, becoming more and more clear.
, has actually been refined into a spiritual body.
The light and shadow intersect, projecting the majestic figure in the mid-air, like an ancient giant, criss-crossing the sky and the earth, and everything in the world surrenders to his feet.
Cang Yuan's remnant intention came out of the sky!