As Huang Chongshan pulled out his palm, a blood-red heart was already in his hand.
Everyone is breathing hard.
I saw him shaking his big hand.
puff!
That heart was directly crushed by him!
Huang Chongshan was no longer polite and raised his hand again, slapping the painting ghost's body.
This palm covers the infinite power of time!
There is no doubt that this is a blow that destroys the trajectory of time.
Bang!
Huagui's body was knocked out and hit the barrier at the edge of the arena hard.
He fell down, like a puppet with its strings cut off, and fell heavily to the ground, no longer moving.
Paint ghosts and die!
At this moment, the whole place fell silent.
Everyone couldn't believe their eyes.
This is the eleventh-ranked figure in the Taishangshentian Temple! He is not an ordinary disciple!
However... all the great men and women were killed by Huang Chongshan with one move... How terrifying is this?
Huang Chongshan's strength...is actually so powerful?
"No, no... the painted ghost will not die like this, no!"
Zhong Qi, the elder of Qizhen Hall, stood up, his face extremely pale, and he looked at the stage tremblingly, as if he had lost his soul.
"The competition is over, the winner is Huang Chongshan, a disciple of the Huangyue Sect!" Yun Qingye, who was below, suddenly came back to his senses and immediately shouted loudly.
After his voice fell, the disciples of Bingxintang rushed over and lifted the corpse of the painting ghost down.
As this scene appeared, the scene erupted with a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
"Win...win?"
"Senior Brother Huang Chongshan actually killed the painting ghost in Shentian Temple with one blow?"
"Oh my god, that's an outstanding person!"
"A great man, how could he be so vulnerable in front of Senior Brother Huang?"
"Isn't Senior Brother Huang too strong?"
"Senior Brother Huang is mighty!"
"Senior Brother Huang is invincible!"
...
Countless disciples stood up and shouted loudly, looking at Huang Chongshan with eyes filled with ardent worship.
At this moment, Huang Chongshan was already synonymous with the strong in the eyes of all his disciples!
"Being able to kill the painting ghost with one move, I'm afraid Huang Chongshan's current strength can already compete with the top five heroes." At the Daosheng Xiangguan, a man wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a Taoist sword said calmly.
"If there is no increase, Huang Chongshan's strength is also good, but it is not important. Anyway, today the Supreme God's Heavenly Temple will be unable to stand up." The master of the insight temple said with a slight smile.
"It depends on whether Shentian Temple is willing to pull out the top five heroes." The man squinted his eyes and said softly: "Although there are twelve heroes, the only ones who are truly supreme are the top five.
Exist! The current situation can only be broken by the top five heroes! If we send Huagui and his ilk again, we will undoubtedly be sending ourselves to death. This situation will only slowly drag Shentian Temple into a place of certain death!"
"Hahaha, disciple... You have unique vision, and I am very pleased to be my master, but you must also be prepared! If the top five heroes really appear on the stage, it is still up to you to take action!" The insightful viewer laughed.
The man heard the sound, nodded slightly, and looked towards the disciples of Bingxintang.
But they saw the people from Bing Xintang hurriedly carried Hua Gui's body to the formation in the logistics area. A white-haired man was standing in front of the formation, releasing his soul energy to activate the formation.
The formation immediately erupted with a green light, surrounding the painting ghost.
After a while, the hole in Huagui's chest began to slowly fill up.
"What?"
The man suddenly lost his voice and thought for a moment that he had seen it wrong.
"Disciple, what's wrong?" The master of Insight Temple asked, tilting his head.
"Bingxintang!" The man stared over there and whispered in a deep voice.
Upon hearing the sound, the master of the insight temple immediately looked towards the area where the disciples of Bingxintang were located in the direction of Shentian Temple. However, after just one glance, his expression immediately froze.
At the same time, the leaders and geniuses of several other powerful clans also focused their attention on Bing Xintang, looking at it in astonishment.
After the formation was maintained for a while, Huagui was carried down again.
But this time... the hole in his chest was gone, replaced by complete flesh and blood, and he slowly opened his eyes.
A person whose heart was dug out, a person whose soul was shattered... just came back to life...
"This is impossible!!"
Many people cried out.
"How come the painted ghost...is alive again?"
"What...what's going on?"
"How come the logistics of Shentian Temple are so strong?"
"It's not that Murong Bingxin was injured and didn't participate in the group battle, but the chief disciple Bing Yunyan was also seriously injured and couldn't fight? How...how did this happen?"
People shouted and were shocked.
"Everyone, what do you think?"
The leader of Tianxuan Sect, Li Pokun, turned his head, glanced at the leaders of other powerful clans, and said in a deep voice.
"It is said that Murong Bingxin, the elder of the Bingxin Hall of the Shentian Temple, was injured in an accident and could not participate in the battle among the sects, so we used some small means to injure Bing Yunyan, the chief disciple of the Bingxin Hall, so that she could not attack the Shentian Temple in time.
We have to treat the defeated disciples, thus weakening the continued strength of the Shentian Temple, making it impossible for them to fight a protracted battle with us, but I didn’t expect that Bingxintang is really full of talents, and there is such a kid after Bingyunyan.”
Li Guyi squinted his eyes, stared at Bai Ye over there, and said lightly.
"And that big formation is also strange. Even though Shen Tian Temple has no place to set up the formation, they can actually create such a powerful formation. It seems that the foundation of Shen Tian Temple is much stronger than we imagined.
." Said the old woman Natian from Qixia Palace.
"What should we do now? Even an outstanding person like Hua Gui can recover in such a short period of time. I'm afraid that no matter how many outstanding people we kill, we won't be able to cause damage to the Shentian Temple. We have been preparing for so long and are here today.
It’s not just about winning the battle among the sects, if the Shentian Temple’s logistics are so strong, then our plan will probably fail.” Li Guyi frowned.
Everyone fell into silence.
At this time, Yimeng Changjun of the Mengtian Sect suddenly turned his eyes towards Li Pokun, the leader of the Tianxuan Sect, and said with a faint smile: "Master Li, didn't you say that you have prepared a secret weapon? I don't know what it is yet.
Don’t you want to introduce me?”
"Hahaha, Master Yimeng seems to know something, right? That's all, I won't hide it anymore." Li Pokun laughed loudly and turned to face a man behind him who was wearing white clothes and long hair covering his face.
The man said: "Lord Hongming!"
The man heard the sound and came forward.
All the leaders looked at this man with great curiosity.
"Who is this?" Yimeng Changjun asked carefully.
"Dayue Clan, Yue Hongming!"
The man said calmly.
When these words fell to the ground, everyone's expressions changed and they were all shocked.
"Unexpectedly... Tianxuan Sect is actually connected with Dayue Clan..."
"Master Li, what a wonderful life!"
People sighed with emotion, and then looked at Li Pokun with fear in their eyes.
They all know what the Otsuki clan means...
"The Dayue clan is good at medicine and alchemy, and the Suwen clan masters the art of life and death. Lord Hongming, do you have any suggestions for the logistics of the Shentian Temple?" Naitian asked.
Na Yue Hongming heard the sound, glanced in the direction of Bai Ye, and said lightly: "That formation is very strange, and the overflowing power of the formation is very extraordinary. It is very easy to heal a recently deceased person like Hua Gui, but
The formation was extremely unstable. The white-haired guy was not just urging the formation. He was also maintaining the operation of the formation. Without him, the formation would not be able to move for long, and maintaining the formation required extraordinary skills.
With soul energy, in Bing Xin Hall, I don’t think anyone else except Murong Bingxin can do it. As for this person... I’m afraid his understanding of combat power is better than Murong Bingxin’s, and even the painting ghost can’t beat him, so
It is enough to destroy this person. He is just a Bingyunyan and has no influence! Others who don’t know the formation can’t replace that kid..."
"oh?"
As soon as he said these words, everyone present's eyes lit up.
"Send someone immediately to check the identity of that person for me."
Yimeng Changjun immediately turned his head and said to the person next to him.
"Yes, Master." The others immediately clasped their fists and turned around to leave.
The battle continues.
But this time, the person on stage is no longer that simple.
There was just a crash, and a snow-white figure jumped onto the playing field.
When people looked up, they were all in an uproar.
"It's Shen Baiyi!"
Someone exclaimed.
"Is it Shen Baiyi who is ranked seventh on the list of outstanding people in the Supreme God's Temple?"
"Sent the seventh hero here? It seems that Shentian Temple is getting serious."
"That's for sure. If Shen Baiyi is not allowed to appear on the stage, how about letting Yue Xiaoxiao or Qin Zhusha come up? Senior Brother Huang can't do anything to these two delicate beauties, right?"
"Haha, at a time like this, who cares whether a beauty is beautiful or not! As long as you can win, what else is worth caring about?"
The place was abuzz.
There was also a burst of exclamation from the Shentian Temple.
I saw the disciples of Zizhu Pavilion standing up one after another and shouting loudly.
"Brother Shen, come on!"
"We must win!"
"Senior Brother Shen! We can't lose!"
People shouted with all their strength, their eyes showing expectation, but also uneasiness.
If even Shen Baiyi is wiped out with one blow...then the Shentian Temple may have no chance of winning in this battle between the sects.
"Senior Brother Shen will definitely win."
Over at Zizhu Pavilion, Qin Jiyue secretly clenched her fists and said to herself seriously.
The white night is also watching.
But at this moment, there were a few slight footsteps nearby.
Bai Ye frowned, but he saw several disciples who were dressed differently and did not look like Shentian Temple coming over. They were talking to a disciple of Bingxin Hall, and at the same time, several eyes looked towards him.
"Um?"
Bai Ye was quite curious.
However, those few people only exchanged a few words and then left directly.
Before leaving, several people secretly glanced at Bai Ye, with a hint of coldness in their eyes.
Bai Ye's eyes flickered, and he vaguely guessed something...