The ancestor Qiankun bent his finger and a stream of invisible energy shot out instantly.
The power of energy seems simple and unpretentious, and is not even eye-catching at all.
But in the eyes of Zhenren Zhan Ri and others, it was an invincible offensive that could destroy all defenses.
It seemed as if no one could stop this move! “Hmph!”
But as the head of the Supreme Pavilion, how could you watch and let out a cold snort?
In an instant, endless thunder exploded.
No lightning appeared, but in front of the ancestor Qiankun's shooting out the energy, it suddenly exploded to stop the energy.
The female disciple was able to continue rushing forward.
The ancestor Qiankun gently held his big hand.
Boom! In an instant, the female disciple of the Holy Realm that day turned into a blood mist! Kill in an instant in an instant.
It's as easy as killing an ant.
"Junior sister!"
A disciple from Xiaotiandu shouted sadly.
"live."
The Supreme Lord of the Supreme Pavilion speaks out a word.
Om ———
She still kept rushing forward.
It was as if in that void, time had regressed before the female disciple died.
That scene was shocking.
But at the same time, everyone present was shocked to the point of being beyond words.
This is a battle at the Supreme Realm level, and it is not something they can participate in at all.
It's so scary! Killing someone is easy to turn your hands, and resurrection is just a word of power.
Such strength is completely beyond their imagination.
Although a cultivator in the holy realm has cultivated a huge magic power and his lifespan can exceed 100,000 years, he is far from reaching this level.
The holy realm is more about letting oneself cultivate the Dharma and begin to master the laws.
But the Supreme Realm is obviously too many monks beyond the Holy Realm.
The two are completely incomparable.
The gap is like a gap.
"Scatter."
The ancestor Qiankun said a word lightly.
Kakkak———— �
It turns into tiny particles.
Even drops of blood were clearly divided! It was as if in an instant, the female disciple directly dissipated into powder.
"combine."
The Supreme Lord of the Supreme Pavilion spit out another word.
The female disciple recovered again and continued to rush forward.
Such magical methods directly shocked the people around them to the point of being beyond words.
And at the same time.
Ye Xuan's right hand reached over Sikong Wuming's head.
The next moment.
Ye Xuan fell down with a palm.
Boom! One palm hit Sikong’s Wuming Tianmen Cave directly.
In an instant, the phantom of Sikong's nine-life palaces appeared on the back of his head.
The eyes were lost.
It seemed as if at this moment, Sikong Wuming lost his soul.
At the same time, the black holes devouring around Sikong Wuming suddenly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, terrifying forces began to spew out from the devouring black holes.
Those forces did not fly to Sikong Wuming, but flew towards Zhou Youwei, who was meditating on the other side and regulating her breathing.
Zhou Youwei, who was pale, gradually returned to normal after receiving the infusion of that power.
Even the lost dragon of luck is constantly improving at this moment.
"Ah————" �
In his mouth, black gas was even emitted visible to the naked eye.
The black aura contained a disgusting aura, which gradually gathered in front of Sikong Wuming.
"stop!"
At this moment, the female disciple was still dying and resurrecting, shouting.
"Take it!"
It was also at this moment that Zhenren Zhan Ri and others could not sit still and rushed towards Ye Xuan.
Although it is an indisputable fact that Sikong Wuming has practiced the evil dragon swallowing skill, no matter what, Sikong Wuming is a disciple of the Supreme Pavilion, and he is also the son of destiny chosen by Neng Xiaotian. He will compete for the throne in the future.
If there is such a situation, even if there is any mistake, it will be punished by the Supreme Pavilion. How can it be the turn of outsiders to intervene?
Now that they were watching the ancestor Qiankun and the supreme leader froze, they could just help each other.
"I don't know if I have any life or death, right?"
Seeing this, the ancestor Qiankun looked indifferent and shook his sleeves lightly.
Boom———— �
Zhenren Zhan Ri and others never expected that the ancestor Qiankun, who was obviously dragged, still contained such a great power. He had no time to dodge and was instantly hit by the void waves! The body was swept into a human form by the void waves and was distorted.
At this moment, everyone's physique was crushed!
Once their cultivation level is reduced to the minimum, they will die instantly.
At this moment, their lives can be said to be hanging by a thread! The Supreme Lord of the Supreme Pavilion, who was originally saving a female disciple, saw this scene, his eyes were slightly sunken, and he had to give up the female disciple and instead save Zhenren Zhan Ri and others.
For the Supreme Pavilion, that female disciple of the Heavenly Saint Realm is of course of certain value.
But compared to several elders, that little value can be abandoned.
So, the female disciple was crushed into a blood mist.
The Supreme Master of the Supreme Pavilion forced the rescue of six people including Zhenren Zhan Ri.
Even so, the six Zhenren Zhan Ri suffered heavy damage and lost their combat power. They could only watch from the side for a while.
They never expected that when the ancestor Qiankun was playing against the supreme master, he still had difficulty hiding his weaknesses.
After all, I underestimated the ancestor Qiankun.
How did they know that the ancestor Qiankun is a god-level existence?
Although such an existence is not as good as the emperor, it can easily deal with the emperor and generals.
Although there are invisible constraints today, no matter how strong it is, it can only exert its peak strength at the most.
But even at the peak of the Supreme One, it is not something that the guys like Zhan Ri Zhenren can compete with.
"Ah————" �
If you look at his face, you will be even more startled.
The handsome young man before, but now he is only skinny and wrinkled and old-skinned, just like a tree bark.
This is not like a young man, it is completely an old man who is about to die.
And that black gas was constantly gathering, as big as Sikong Wuming's head.
The luck that swallowed the black hole was constantly spitting out and landing on Zhou Youwei.
The swallowing black hole is also shrinking.
This means that Sikong Wuming is about to reach the end of his life.
His own luck is also being quickly taken away! In a blink of an eye, this self-proclaimed son of destiny seemed to say goodbye to his life.
But at the moment when he was about to die, Ye Xuan stopped.
Put down your right hand and swallow the black hole only the size of a thumb, and only nine left.
This is what Sikong Wuming looked like in the first place.
Ye Xuan did not intend to end this person so easily, but spared his life.