"Who helped your Fu family disciples overcome their difficulties?"
Going straight to the point, Suning asked questions without any scruples.
The masked man whose true identity was Fu Yingguan, the head of the Fu family, avoided answering and cautiously stepped back while touching the storage bag tied around his waist.
Suning sneered and said: "Unless you have the magic weapon and trump card to penetrate the void and move, you will not be able to escape from the Wei family's martial arts training ground no matter what."
"I have set up three defensive formations on the outside. The formation is in my hand. I won't let you leave. You can't leave."
"Of course, don't expect anyone to come and save you."
"If you, the ancestor of the Fu family, can't do it, you have joined forces with the ancestor of the Luo family. I will kill you without fail."
Fu Yingguan's eyelids twitched and he asked in a rough voice: "Who are you? What is your relationship with the Wei family?"
Suning said forcefully: "You only need to answer my questions. A turtle in a jar is not qualified to ask questions."
Fu Yingguan was angry and said with a smile: "Your Excellency, don't go too far to deceive others, and don't think too highly of yourself."
"Since you know who I am and where I come from, you should know that I am not afraid of the 18th level of force."
"Just because I can't fight you doesn't mean I can't escape unscathed."
Suning sighed and said: "You will not die until you reach the Yellow River, and you will not shed tears until you see the coffin."
"Hey, give it a try, I'll give you a chance to try."
"Remember, this is just this once."
"If you can escape, I will spare your life."
"If you can't escape, hey, don't blame my men for being ruthless."
After saying that, he folded his arms around his chest, showing a look of interest.
Fu Yingguan made a prompt decision and crushed the 18th level trump card of Force that he took out from his storage bag.
"collapse."
The jade slips turned to gray, and the light shone brightly.
The terrifying force rushed towards the defensive formation standing outside like a tiger descending a mountain, and what followed was a loud collision and roar.
"Swish, swish, swish."
The spiritual power flows and is clearly visible under the cover of night.
In just three breaths, the peak blow contained in the trump card was completely consumed and turned into nothing.
"this......"
Fu Yingguan's hair stood on end, and he felt a chill on his back, a shuddering coldness.
Suning's method almost broke his understanding of Dongluo's martial arts practice, which was an immortal power that surpassed the 18th level of martial arts and had not appeared in thousands of years.
"No, it's impossible."
"You have to take the lead, and no one can resist this world."
"The ancestors said that the land of Dongluo is not what it used to be. It is missing something, and those things will make it possible for no one in Dongluo to wash away mortal flesh and bones and ascend in the daytime."
"The ancestor of the Wei family who is as strong as the 18th level of Dzogchen in terms of force, still cannot escape the end of his soul under the punishment of heaven."
His lips murmured and he roared.
Fu Yingguan looked at the defensive formation that was close to Chi Chi but was not damaged at all, and he took out the second jade slip with a surge of momentum.
"Crush it for me."
He doesn't believe in evil, and he doesn't believe that Suning has the ability to break the shackles of Dongluo.
This time, he not only used the killer trick, but also integrated all the seventeenth level of his own martial arts into it.
"Boom."
The martial arts training ground shook and the sound of explosions echoed through the sky.
The strong spiritual power fluctuation was enough to level most of the Wei family, but after penetrating the surface of the defensive formation, it disappeared in an instant and ceased to exist.
Fu Yingguan raised his head and retreated. Covered by a black scarf, he clenched his teeth and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth from time to time.
"cough."
After retreating for a hundred or ten meters in a row, he finally stabilized his staggering figure, his eye sockets twitching, and he was panting like an ox.
Decadence, pain, despair.
His arms were bloody and his chest was dripping with blood.
Powerless, he staggered to his knees and said with a pale face: "Tell me, how did you do it?"
"You are about to die, don't worry that I will tell you."
"Give me an answer that will make you die in peace. You are less than thirty years old, how can you break through that shackles?"