The sound of shattering suddenly resounded, and under the horrified eyes of everyone, the terrifying death curtain was easily shattered by the golden hoop, turned into gray light, and dissipated in the heaven and earth!
boom!
Terrifying force poured out, and the five members of the Death Tribe flew out like kites with broken strings, hitting the ground hard, creating a huge crater in the earth.
"Pfft! How is it possible...?"
A mouthful of dark blood spurted out from the mouth of the leader of the Death Tribe. His eyes were horrified and he stared at Sun Wukong in disbelief, his burly body trembling with fear.
"hiss!"
Above the secret realms of several major superpowers, the saints and elders also took a breath of cold air, and their faces were extremely shocked. The person from the Death Clan who had made the saint generals who came to the Qiankun Holy World helpless, was actually killed by the ninth of the Immortal Sect.
Ancestor Dai was crushed so easily?
The horror of this Immortal Sect is far beyond their imagination!
Sun Wukong's stick not only shattered the invincible posture of the people of the Death Tribe, but also crushed the malice in the hearts of these saints towards the Immortal Sect.
With such a terrifying existence, the Shenxian Sect is no longer something they can be careful about. Only by honestly respecting the Shenxian Sect as the overlord of the Yuanhua Heavenly Realm can their inheritance be preserved.
Liu Feiyu and many other members of the Butian Sect were trembling with fear. They did not even dare to look at Sun Wukong for fear of attracting Sun Wukong's attention and giving them a stick.
With Sun Wukong's terrifying strength, even Liu Feiyu, a peak sage, would have to kneel down with just one blow from the stick.
One moment, they were still in heaven, dreaming of dominating the entire Yuanhua Heavenly Realm with the help of people from the Death Tribe; the next moment, they fell directly into hell, with no room for recovery.
"escape!"
Liu Feiyu and the other two saints of the Butian Sect looked at each other, turned around and left. The speed was extremely fast, and in a few blinks, they had disappeared into the vast mountains where the Butian Sect was located.
Neither Sun Wukong nor Wang Feng and others cared about Liu Feiyu and others' escape.
At this moment, in Wang Feng's eyes, those people from the Death Clan are the most important. As for Liu Feiyu and others, where can they escape to?
"Everyone, it's time for me to show my loyalty!"
The saints of several superpowers also saw Liu Feiyu and others fleeing. The saint of Huangtian Pavilion narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.
Sun Wukong has only unleashed one blow since his appearance, but this blow has brought great confidence to several super powers. They have already made up their minds to put their treasure on the Shenxian Sect and follow the Shenxian Sect unswervingly.
!
After the Huangtian Pavilion sage finished speaking, the other two superpower sages nodded in unison, swayed, and chased directly towards the fleeing Liu Feiyu and others.
In the sky above Butian Sect, Sun Wukong held a golden cudgel and looked down at the five dead people from the underworld. He pointed in the distance and said with a ferocious smile: "You guys, how do you want to die?"
That wild and domineering posture seemed to be suppressing the sky. Looking at Ye Huang from a distance, his whole body was constantly trembling. There was a sense of extreme awe in his eyes when he looked at Sun Wukong.
The strength displayed by this person is at the top level in the entire Tianyong Holy Dynasty.
"Hahaha!"
"Death? Indeed! But it's not me waiting to die, but you waiting to die!"
After Sun Wukong's overbearing words fell, those members of the Death Tribe were not as frightened as everyone imagined. Instead, they laughed wildly, and their faces covered with gray lines were full of viciousness and determination!
"Death Lord! Come out!"
A sound like thunder came from the mouth of the leader of the Death Tribe. The other four Death Tribe people suddenly moved and stood behind the leader of the Death Tribe. They stretched out their palms.
Put it on the former’s shoulders!
Wisps of gray lines visible to the naked eye surged out from their bodies, passed through their palms to the person in front, and finally converged on the leader of the Death Tribe!
"boom!"
When those gray lines surged onto the leader of the Death Tribe, a vast power suddenly burst out from his body, shaking the whole world.
The strong power of death formed a thick fog around him, wrapping his entire body in it.
After the power of death poured in, bursts of roaring sounds suddenly sounded in his body, and the flesh and blood on his body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye. His already burly body suddenly grew rapidly like a balloon.
The few people from the Death Tribe behind him were stirred up quickly. Their whole body strength and even their energy and blood were concentrated on the leader, helping him become stronger.
"Interesting! I want to see if you can make me happy!"
Sun Wukong put the golden cudgel on his shoulders, watched this scene with great interest, and said with a ferocious smile. He had no intention of stopping it, but was slightly excited.
What does it mean to push horizontally with a stick?
He, Sun Wukong, is a monkey that can even fight the sky!
He despises using the strong to overwhelm the weak; only the weak defeating the strong can excite him!
Wang Feng from a distance was watching with the same interest. He believed in Sun Wukong. Even if he were put in Sun Wukong's position, he would still let the people of the Death Tribe break out. Strong men are not afraid of their opponents! They are afraid of them.
, there is no opponent!
"boom!"
In just the blink of an eye, the body of the Death Tribe had already grown to ten feet tall.
Even so, the skyrocketing growth still did not stagnate. Under the convergence of lines formed by the power of death, it skyrocketed even more rapidly.
A moment later, the person from the Death Tribe had already skyrocketed to a height of a hundred feet. The power of death surging throughout his body made the whole world tremble continuously. The terrifying power seemed to lift the heaven and earth apart, and the entire Canghuang Mountains
, all turned into the realm of death, and the infinite power of death swept across, wiping out all life.
That terrifying power was already comparable to that of the Holy King, which made the smile on Sun Wukong's face even bigger. His thin body was filled with fierce fighting spirit!
“It’s gotten a lot bigger!”
"I wonder how much of your body can bear the blows of my old grandson?"
Sun Wukong sneered, and his body suddenly jumped up, appearing in the sky above the dead people of the underworld. The Ruyi Golden Cudgel in his hand instantly grew longer and larger, reaching a size of a hundred feet, and he slammed it down!
The terrifying power was like a river pouring down from the sky, and the void above the heads of the dead people exploded one after another. Void fragments like broken lenses were blown away by the violent force.
"Ming Zun Fist!"
The man from the Death Tribe was filled with murderous intent. His scarlet eyes were fixed on the falling golden cudgel. A furious roar came from his mouth. He stamped his back foot and rushed up.