Tang Xuanming stood with a smile on his face, and the black gold dragon-patterned cauldron had hit his head.
The terrifying lethality formed by the Great Emperor's Killing Formation fills the entire field. Such a joint attack can make any great sage bleed.
But Tang Xuanming didn't have any sense of crisis.
He raised his hand with a smile, and under the ecstatic gaze of Mr. Wang, he held the black gold dragon-patterned cauldron with one hand.
"What?"(?o?;)
Mr. Wang was stunned, his joy turned into depression, and then into despair.
"How is it possible for someone in this world to hold up the Jidao Imperial Armament with one hand? Apart from the Great Emperor, who in the world can do it?"
"Your power has not been lost. You are truly a true immortal!"
"No, how could this happen?"
Mr. Wang had thought about countless possibilities in advance, thinking about Tang Xuanming breaking into the void with the help of a mysterious and unpredictable field.
He thought about the collision of two extremely powerful imperial weapons, causing devastating fluctuations.
He thought about Tang Xuanming being suppressed by him and his origins being robbed.
But I never imagined such a scenario.
No matter how crazy he is, he also knows that Tang Xuanming is a mortal and this cannot be changed.
But now, in front of him, a mortal held up a Ji Dao Imperial Weapon with one hand.
But beside Tang Xuanming, the emperor's killing array, which was so rich that it could kill a saint king, all stopped, and the endless divine light condensed around Tang Xuanming, but it did not touch his body.
In a state of complete despair, Wang Han, the direct disciple of the Supreme Elder, collapsed on the ground. He was on the verge of death and lost his mind as he looked at this scene.
"Is this a true immortal?"
He didn't know much from the beginning to the end, but some of the information he learned from Mr. Wang's mouth shocked him extremely.
Shocked and speechless.
"I must be dreaming!"
He seemed to be trapped in a vague and fantastic dream.
Watching the young man who was called the Immortal by Mr. Wang picked up the most powerful black gold dragon-patterned cauldron in the Shaking Light Holy Land with one hand, and smashed it down with a bang.
boom!
There was no real sound of collision. The black gold dragon pattern cauldron was so heavy and powerful that it was indestructible. No existence in the Shaking Light Holy Land could resist him.
The black gold dragon-patterned cauldron that Mr. Wang paid countless sacrifices and worked hard to revive was completely used by that mysterious young man.
In a dazed state, with only half of his body left, Wang Han saw in a trance that the gods in the black gold dragon-patterned cauldron were resurrecting, and the boiling chaos energy flooded the sky.
The entire Shaking Light Holy Land was trembling, and in a daze he heard countless wailing and crying sounds.
But that didn't attract him. What really attracted him was the divine flute in the black gold dragon pattern cauldron. What really attracted him was the god in the black gold dragon pattern cauldron. He saw the god in the black gold dragon pattern cauldron moving toward that person.
Young people knelt down, cheered and jumped for joy.
It does not need anyone to control it, it revives independently, absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, and explodes with unparalleled power. The stars in the starry sky are falling, and are absorbed by the black gold dragon pattern cauldron.
boom!
Stars exploded one after another inside the black gold dragon-patterned tripod, like brilliant sparks one after another.
"It's such a confusing and beautiful dream. I didn't expect my heart to be so dark."
Wang Han, who was on the verge of death, murmured to himself, thinking that this was a strange fantasy he had in his mind after being abandoned by the Shaking Light Holy Land.
"Under normal circumstances, that mortal would have been crushed into ashes by the black gold dragon pattern cauldron, right?"
"Also, the black-gold dragon-patterned cauldron may be blocked by others, but it is impossible for the gods inside to surrender to him or cheer, unless the practitioners of the black-gold dragon-patterned cauldron appear, but they are already dead."
Why did Wang Han see the aloof Supreme Elder kneeling on the ground with blood all over his body?
The mysterious young man who was surrounded by countless divine lights from the Great Emperor's Killing Formation leaned down, still with the same plain expression, and said calmly: "I'm really just here to borrow the Field Teleportation Formation."
Mr. Wang was vomiting blood crazily and looked at the destruction of most of the Holy Land of Shaking Light. In this forbidden area, there is the foundation of Holy Land of Shaking Light that has been accumulated for tens of thousands of years.
Among them there are even sage-level figures sealed in the divine source.
But with a slight hit from the black gold dragon-patterned cauldron, all the eternity's accumulation was wiped out.
Except for the emperor, no one in the world could withstand the blow from the black gold dragon-patterned cauldron when it was in its near-peak recovery state.
Eternal accumulation was turned into ashes under that blow.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
He coughed heavily and spit out blood all over the floor, but he was completely ignorant.
He didn't even care about Tang Xuanming, who was holding the black gold dragon-patterned cauldron with one hand, and just struggled to stand up and touch the earth.
Looking at the desolate eyes, he vomited two mouthfuls of blood, lost his breath, and fell to the ground.
"Fuck, it's too late to burp. At least open the field teleportation array for me."
Wang Han immediately laughed when he heard this graceless complaint.
"I was really dreaming. How could such a big shot complain like this?"
He laughed out loud, and then suddenly found himself being stared at by a sharp gaze.
He saw that the mysterious young man in his dream who had torn the Shaking Light Holy Land to pieces lowered his head and pulled him up from the ground. The familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang in his ears.
"Oh, there is another lucky person here. The Jidao Emperor's soldiers absorbed the essence of heaven and earth and saved you. Don't pretend to be dead. Get up quickly and tell me where the field teleportation array is?"
boom!
Wang Han felt as if he had woken up from a dream. He suddenly discovered that the half of his body that had been lost had somehow returned to its original state.
Tang Xuanming's roar was clear and harsh in his ears.
"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
"This dream is really..."
Wang Han let go at this time, completely ignoring the black gold dragon-patterned cauldron held by the being. He laughed and pointed to a ruins not far away: "No more, there is nothing."
Yes, the field teleportation array was exploded by you just now, No, there are ruins there."
Snapped!
Tang Xuanming casually dropped the young man who seemed to be sleepwalking on the ground, and looked up at the mountain range not far away.
There are faint remnants of runes shining on it, but they are completely useless.
Judging from his understanding of the field, Wang Han was not lying. It was really a large cross-domain field.
"What bad luck."
He scratched his head speechlessly, glanced at the black gold dragon-patterned cauldron in his hand, and tossed it gently. The black-gold dragon-patterned cauldron that had just blasted the Yaoguang Holy Land to pieces flew away from his hand reluctantly and disappeared into the Yaoguang Holy Land.
Deep in the Holy Land.
"I still have to go to Huang Guji's house. It's really troublesome."
Tang Xuanming felt slightly sad and walked out of the ruins.
When I first entered this place, it was still a first-class paradise on earth. Now it is almost like a shabby garbage dump. The temples are dilapidated, the spiritual grass is withered, and it is in a terrible state of decay.
Wang Han stared blankly until he was woken up by a disciple from the Holy Land who called him out to take charge of the overall situation.
The Supreme Elder's lineage was completely dead, and his direct disciple became the highest-ranking being.
"Am I dreaming or am I awake?"
The sudden change in status left him confused.
And Tang Xuanming, who caused all this, has already moved away from this area.