On the spot, the broken corpses gathered together, and the figure of the old man in gray was reassembled. He covered his chest and spoke in shock.
The moment Hua Yunfei punched, he seemed to see a supreme being taking action!
"You are not the second level of quasi-emperor realm!"
The old man in gray suddenly spoke. He didn't believe that there was an eight-level gap between the two of them and that he would be blown up by a punch.
"Did I say I was?"
A big sun slowly rose behind Hua Yunfei, and his fists were like two suns, dazzling.
He attacked the old man in gray fiercely, beating him until he vomited blood and kept retreating.
In Hua Yunfei's hands, although the old man in gray clothes could fight back, he could only resist at most. His counterattack would be broken instantly and would be ineffective.
"To be called the master of Chaos Clock, you are indeed extraordinary!"
"But I really want to know why you invaded my desolate sacred land?"
The old man in gray clothes yelled. He was beaten until he kept vomiting blood. When the two of them fought, he seemed to be the one with a lower level. He was beaten so hard that he couldn't lift his head.
"You, the Holy Land of Huang, want to rule Huangzhou and destroy all the Huangzhou sects. Now, you come to ask me why?"
Hua Yunfei hummed, a long sword appeared in his hand, and he used the Taiyi Sword Technique to strike out with a shocking sword.
"hateful!"
The old man in gray clothes wanted to run away, but he couldn't avoid it and was locked by Hua Yunfei. Finally, he was reduced to ashes with an unwilling roar and died without any body!
"Death!"
Not far away, a middle-aged man in green clothes flew over. He was also a powerful person at the Quasi-Emperor Realm Perfection level.
But his aura is more terrifying than that of the old man in gray who is in the same realm. Although they are in the same realm, they don't seem to be on the same level!
Before the middle-aged Qing Yi could take action, a big explosion suddenly occurred somewhere in the Holy Land.
The middle-aged man in Qingyi looked towards the direction of the explosion, and his eyes suddenly widened. That was the direction of the treasure house of the Holy Land!
"Hey, I got it."
"It has to be you, little Xuxu."
Several figures surrounded a young man in green and rushed out of the treasure house of the Holy Land!
They are the ancestors of the Patron Sect headed by Hua Qingfeng and Dao Xuwu.
Before coming, Hua Yunfei had already discussed with them that he would be responsible for attracting firepower, while Hua Qingfeng and others would be responsible for searching for the treasure house and seizing the treasure.
After the matter is completed, they can directly ask the ancestors to take action to destroy the Holy Land of Desolation, which will also save them a lot of time.
And now, they are done. Not only have they emptied the treasure house, but Hua Yunfei also used his identity as the Thieving Sky Organization to defraud three pieces of imperial weapons. This trip is complete!
"Ancestor, take action quickly!" Hua Qingfeng shouted, his face turned red with excitement.
The Holy Land of Desolation deserves to be the top Holy Land of the Ultimate Dao. There are so many good treasures that even he, who is used to seeing treasures in the ancestral mausoleum, cannot help but be shocked.
"court death!"
Seeing that the treasure house was stolen, the ancestor in Qingyi who originally rushed towards Hua Yunfei became furious, turned around and rushed towards Hua Qingfeng and others.
"Withdraw!" At the same time, Hua Yunfei shouted lowly.
Immediately, the Chaos Bell, the Alchemy Supreme Cauldron, the Desolate God Halberd, and dozens of other imperial weapons and supreme soldiers all put down their prey and gathered towards Hua Yunfei.
After Hua Yunfei put away all the magic weapons, his figure merged into the void and disappeared.
Above the sky.
A middle-aged man in white clothes came with his hands behind his back. He had no breath on his body and seemed to be an ordinary person.
The middle-aged man in Qingyi raised his head and said coldly: "I am the son of Emperor Potian. How dare your patron sect invade the Holy Land of Desolation? How brave you are!"
The middle-aged man in white lowered his head, glanced at the middle-aged man in green, and said, "You are so weak, do you deserve to be called the son of the emperor?"
"When I'm in the same situation as you, I can beat you ten times!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man in white didn't say much, he just took action and slapped lightly.
This palm seems ordinary, but in the eyes of everyone in the Holy Land, the palm is getting bigger and bigger, like holding up the sky, encompassing the entire Holy Land!
It seems that the entire holy land will be destroyed under this palm!
"Here comes the sword!"
Emperor Potian shouted loudly, and a Supreme Weapon appeared in his hand. He ran the powerful sword technique and went straight towards the falling palm.
"Uh... poof..."
But before he could get close, his attack was shattered and he was crushed by an invisible force.
When Emperor Potian felt the invisible power, his eyes widened suddenly, and he hurriedly backed away while looking at the middle-aged man in white, and said in disbelief: "Are you in the realm of the Great Emperor?"
"How can it be!"
"No one has become an emperor in this life! How could there be an emperor-level invader of our desolate sacred land?"
The more Potian Emperor spoke, the more desperate he became. If the young man in white was really a great emperor, then the Holy Land would be over!
In front of the Great Emperor, all living beings are like ants!
It is easy for the emperor to destroy any force, as easy as drinking water!
"The Patron Sect has a powerful emperor-level person?"
"How is this possible? Emperor Xuanhuang's suppression of the imperial way still exists, and no one should be able to prove it now!"
"Is it because God wants to destroy our holy land?"
Hearing the words of Emperor Potian, everyone in the Holy Land was shocked and stood there blankly, seeming to have given up resistance.
If he is truly a great emperor, no matter how hard he struggles, it will be in vain.
It's better to be shot to death like this...
"The cause of another day is the result of today!"
"You, the Holy Land, want to destroy my patron sect, so no wonder I bully the younger ones with you!" The middle-aged man in white said coldly.
He didn't answer the middle-aged Qing Yi's question directly, which was a disguised acquiescence!
This scene made all the powerful men in the desolate holy land even more desperate.
"Even if you are the Great Emperor, if you want to destroy the Holy Land of Desolation that has been passed down for thousands of years, you must pay the price!"
Emperor Potian suddenly roared in despair. As the son of the Great Emperor, he had his pride. He would not surrender and would do everything he could to resist the opponent.
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"Father, I'm offended!"
Emperor Potian whispered, his face a little painful, and he could be seen making seals with his hands and reciting special mantras.
Rumble!
The holy land suddenly shook violently, and then there was nothing!
"It seems to be the sound of people walking!"
The strong men in the deserted sacred land looked around in confusion. What level of strong men could cause such a shock while walking?
Everyone looked back and saw a tall middle-aged man wearing a purple robe approaching from the depths of the Holy Land.
The middle-aged man has a resolute face, his eyes are calm and intimidating, and he carries the aura of a born king. Every time he takes a step, the world seems to shake.
When the powerful men in the Desolate Holy Land saw the purple-robed middle-aged man appearing, they were so frightened that they froze on the spot.
Then everyone’s faces showed the ecstasy of being saved from a desperate situation!
"It turns out that Emperor Potian is still alive, that's great! We can be saved! The Holy Land of Desolation can be saved!"
"The Great Emperor Potian attacks Wushuang, and with the help of the Potian Armor, he is the best even among the great emperors!"
Everyone in the Holy Land was excited, and the palms falling from the sky were ignored by them.
Just the appearance of Emperor Potian is enough to save the whole situation!
Emperor Potian's son rushed to Emperor Potian, with a somewhat painful expression on his face, and whispered: "Father, the child has been offended. I will lend you your body to fight today!"
"This battle is related to the survival of the Holy Land!"
As soon as he finished speaking, in everyone's surprised eyes, the body of Emperor Potian and the body of Emperor Potian merged together.
Immediately, a majestic imperial power swept out, and Emperor Potian raised his hand and punched, shattering the palm print of the middle-aged man in white.
"The remaining body of Emperor Potian?"
"Do you think you can stop the Great Emperor with this?"
"hehe."
The middle-aged man in white chuckled and did not take Emperor Potian seriously.
Today, even if the real Potian Emperor comes in person, he cannot protect the Holy Land!
Anyone who touches the backing sect will definitely die!
Emperor Potian raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man in white, his eyes were like a sea of stars, with terrifying fighting intent, and said: "Today, I will kill you!!"