Chapter four hundred and seventy-third this stick, make you ashes
boom!
The rich power of death was vented, and the huge fist of the Death Tribe flashed with a soul-eating gray light!
The majestic power that rivaled the Holy King realm doubled the confidence of the Death Nether Tribe. A sinister smile appeared on his huge face, as if he had knocked Sun Wukong to the ground!
He punched out, and gray power fluctuations swept away, shaking the entire void, and instantly shattered. The ferocious fist mark suddenly collided with the golden cudgel that Sun Wukong had dropped!
boom!
Deafening roars resounded in all directions, and powerful power was vented in all directions, destroying everything around it.
The person from the Death Tribe fell at an extremely fast speed and hit the ground hard. The whole earth shook with a loud bang, and the huge rocks flew away in an instant.
puff!
Jet-black blood spurted out from the mouth of the Death Tribe, his huge pupils flashed with extreme fear, and his face was full of disbelief.
After gathering the death power of four people from the Death Tribe, he was now comparable to the Holy King, but even so, he still couldn't stop Sun Wukong's blow?
"What rubbish! The momentum is overwhelming, but in the end, I still can't stop my old Sun's blow!"
"I won't play with you anymore, I will die!"
Sun Wukong, who was standing in the air, had a look of contempt on his face, and spat at the person from the Death Nether Tribe. He changed his body and suddenly appeared in front of the Death Nether Tribe. The golden cudgel in his hand glowed with bright golden light, as if
It swept out like a dragon waving its tail.
"puff!"
Before the terrifying golden cudgel could be swept away, the ferocious force had already caused the man from the Death Tribe to vomit blood and retreat. He was comparable to the powerful Saint King, but he had no power to resist in the face of this blow!
boom!
The huge golden cudgel hit him hard, and the powerful force penetrated into his body, destroying all the vitality in his body. His huge body flew out directly and hit the ground in the distance.
superior.
His whole body was like a fountain of blood, with pitch-black blood spurting out continuously. All the bones in his body were shattered by Sun Wukong's blow.
"you……!"
He stared at Sun Wukong unwillingly, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but could no longer say anything, so he collapsed directly to the ground and died without closing his eyes.
"Bang! Bang!"
Sun Wukong glanced contemptuously at the four people from the Death Tribe who were almost turned into mummies. He held the golden cudgel and flashed his figure, giving the four Death Tribe people a stick and finishing them completely.
life!
Four uniform explosions sounded, and as the four Death Nether Clan members exploded into blood mist, the threat of the Death Nether Clan was completely destroyed by Sun Wukong!
"Ancestor is mighty!"
The Great Demon Xuansha behind Wang Feng looked at Sun Wukong with admiration, his fists clenched, and his blood boiling all over.
Even though he had seen Sun Wukong's tyranny once, he still couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
"Tread on the sky and act recklessly!"
"The evil ways in this world are dangerous and there is no way to escape!"
"This stick will turn you into ashes!"
Sun Wukong carried the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, looked up to the sky and roared, and his figure slowly disappeared between the sky and the earth.
Those domineering words echoed continuously in the world, making everyone present unable to recover for a long time. In their minds, they all remembered the scene of Sun Wukong being destroyed with one stick!
This battle will probably be engraved in everyone's minds and they will never forget it in their lifetime!
Especially Ye Huang, who came down from the Holy Realm, was staring at the direction in which Sun Wukong was leaving, and his whole body was still immersed in Sun Wukong's unparalleled domineering power.
As a pilgrim general of Tianyong Saint, a powerful force in the Qiankun Holy World, Ye Huang's arrogance is naturally beyond the reach of ordinary people. He has rarely admired people in his life, but Sun Wukong made him admire him with just one glance!
"Ding, congratulations to the host. Sun Wukong, the ninth generation ancestor of the Immortal Sect, killed five people from the Death Tribe at the peak of the Holy Tribulation, and received a reward of 500 billion sect values, ten random summoning opportunities for the ultimate heaven, and five heavenly charms.
Pattern!"
After Sun Wukong disappeared, the cold voice of the system suddenly sounded in Wang Feng's mind, causing Wang Feng, who was also immersed in Sun Wukong's domineering power, to come back to his senses and smile with satisfaction.
These five Heavenly Dao rhymes are enough to make his cultivation soar again, preparing him to step into the holy world of Qiankun!
Wang Feng believed that after this battle, it was certain that the Immortal Sect would become the overlord of the Yuanhua Heavenly Realm. Such a huge battle would inevitably affect the entire Yuanhua Heavenly Realm. He did not believe that the Holy Realm of those major superpowers was strong.
The person didn’t notice!
If they know Sun Wukong's strength and dare to make small moves, then Wang Feng won't mind sending them on their way!
Buzz!
At this moment, a series of piercing sounds came from the air, and Wang Feng and others immediately stared. When they saw the person coming clearly, a smile suddenly appeared on Wang Feng's face. It was just as he expected!
Those who came were none other than the saints of the three superpowers, and in their hands were carrying Liu Feiyu of the Butian Sect and several other saints, as well as a dozen senior members of the Butian Sect who were lucky enough to survive.
"Sect Master Wang, this Butian Sect dares to collude with the people of the Death Clan. It is a heinous crime!"
"We have captured them. How Sect Master Wang wants to deal with them is entirely up to Sect Master Wang!"
Many sages appeared in front of Wang Feng, threw Liu Feiyu and others in front of Wang Feng, raised their hands and said, that gesture was unprecedentedly respectful!
Even when they were capturing Liu Feiyu and others, they were still paying attention to this shocking battle. Naturally, they knew that the people from the Death Clan were easily destroyed by Sun Wukong. The terrifying power still made them tremble even from a great distance.
At this moment, these super-powerful saints and elders simply respected Wang Feng as a god!
"Thank you for your hard work!"
Wang Feng did not look at Liu Feiyu and others, but glanced at the many saints with a smile and said loudly.
"It should! It should!"
"We have respected the Shenxian Sect as the overlord of the Yuanhua Heavenly Realm. If the Butian Sect dares to take action against the Shenxian Sect, it is our duty to do so!"
After hearing Wang Feng's words, many sages were immediately flattered and waved their hands quickly.
Wang Feng nodded, stood with his hands behind his back, and said no more.
Seeing this, the sages naturally understood, bowed their hands, and said respectfully: "In this case, we will retire!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure moved and disappeared!
After these saints left, Wang Feng looked down at Liu Feiyu and others with a look of indifference. He ignored the begging for mercy on Liu Feiyu's face and directly stretched out his palm to slap Liu Feiyu and others.
boom!
The terrifying power instantly condensed into a huge palm print, which was fiercely struck down at Liu Feiyu and others. The sound of explosion resounded in all directions, and Liu Feiyu and others exploded into a ball of blood mist.