The stone door on the Witch God Palace opened, and a dozen iron chains as thick as arms swept out, instantly binding the 'Immortal King''s edict from beginning to end. Not only the Immortal Envoy, but also Emperor Huangquan,
Zhu Wuji and others have not yet reacted.
They saw that the Immortal King's imperial edict was pulled into the Wushen Palace by the iron chain with a 'clatter', and the aura condensed on the imperial edict disappeared in an instant.
"Bitch... bitch, what are you doing?" The immortal envoy was dumbfounded. He looked at Wu Ling'er angrily, with a ferocious face, and roared horribly, "That, that is the imperial edict of the Immortal King, you...
...If you dare to steal, are you not afraid of the power of the Immortal King's thunder?"
"Huh, Immortal King?" Wu Ling'er's expression suddenly turned cold, and he took back the 'Witch God Palace'. A look of contempt flashed through his beautiful eyes, and he raised his hand and slapped the Immortal Envoy in the face.
, said in a cold voice: "How dare a remnant soul be disrespectful to me?"
"Snapped……"
Wu Ling'er's slap was quite powerful. He only heard a crisp sound, and saw that the Immortal King, who was used to the power of foxes and tigers, fell to the ground. His whole head was smashed into the wall of Shura Hall, and most of his body was smashed into the wall of Shura Hall.
Still outside.
Seeing this scene, Tianhuo Sect Master, Zhu Wuji and the others couldn't help but shudder.
"Do it, take advantage of its illness and kill it..." The eyes of the Tianhuo Sect Master lit up, and the red flame wheel above his head struck at the immortal envoy with a 'buzz' sound.
"Pfft!"
White Elephant King, Zhu Wuji and Emperor Huangquan were not idle either. They took action at the same time, and countless magical powers and magic weapons swept over the immortal envoy in an instant.
A huge hole was made in the wall of Shura Hall on the spot.
As for the Immortal Envoy himself, before he had time to struggle, he was killed by four half-step Immortal Realm experts and turned into a soul mist. His immortal weapons and magic weapons were scattered everywhere.
"Finally dead..." The Skyfire Sect Master put away the Red Flame Wheel and glanced at the soul mist that the 'Immortal Envoy' had disintegrated into. His old and shriveled face looked at Wu Ling'er with fear, and he murmured,
Said: "Master Wu Palace, you have the longest qualifications among us, and you know the Immortal King the best. What should we do now? We all listen to you."
"Yes, with the strength and qualifications of the Master of the Witch Palace, it is more than enough to be our leader."
"We, the people of Tianxin Sword Pavilion, will definitely follow the lead of the Master of the Witch Palace..."
"Support the Witch Palace Master..."
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Except for Zhu Wuji, Emperor Huangquan and King Baixiang, the remaining people from the ancient tribes and sects all picked up Wu Ling'er. The Shura ancestor standing next to Ye Xingchen curled his lips.
He muttered: "Humph, no matter how long a yellow-haired girl lives, what's the use? If she doesn't have enough cultivation, she can only turn around and run away when she encounters that damn Immortal King..."
"Shh, little Shura, you don't want to die?" The Ghost King quickly covered the mouth of Ancestor Shura. Having lived in the Wheel Hall for hundreds of millions of years, it was more powerful than Ancestor Shura who stayed in the sea of blood and had no information.
We know how powerful this Witch Clan Palace Master is.
You know, even the master of the ten halls of the Yin Ruins has a look of fear and awe when he mentions the Witch Clan, not to mention that Wu Ling'er has a Witch God's Palace in his hands.
This is a Tianbao, something that even the Immortal Kings and Saints covet. In its view, even though the Shura Ancestor is already a half-step immortal, if he really wants to break up with Wu Ling'er, what will happen in the end?
, but it’s really hard to say.
"Why, judging from your appearance, you have a big opinion against me?" Wu Ling'er turned her head and looked at Ancestor Shura, with a sneer on her pretty face.
"Xiao'er, why are you afraid of her?" Ancestor Shura pulled away the hand of the Ghost King, looked at Wu Ling'er tit-for-tat, and said: "Huh, if you want to be the leader, this old young master is much better than you.
Bar?"
"Young... Young Master, he?" Wu Ling'er was slightly startled, pointed at Ye Xingchen, and said with a strange and astonished expression on her pretty face.
"What, do you have any objections?" Ancestor Shura raised his eyebrows and said in a hum.
"No objection..." Wu Ling'er shook his head, looked at Ye Xingchen with a chuckle, and said, "Since he wants to be the leader, why not let me give it to him?"
"Lead...the leader?" Ye Xingchen's mouth twitched twice, and he looked at Ancestor Shura dumbfounded, and said: "This is not a good job, what is there to fight for? Since the Master of the Witch Palace knows the Immortal King best
, let her make the decision."
"Little Shura, have you heard it now?" Wu Ling'er looked at it with a half-smile, and said sarcastically. She saw that the Wushen Palace in her palm suddenly vibrated a few times, and the smile on her face suddenly changed.
He froze, looking coldly at the sea of blood outside with his beautiful eyes, sneered, and said: "The revenge of those immortals came really fast, this useless immortal envoy died less than twenty breaths, right?
"
"Wha...what?"
"Immortal, the immortal has come to take revenge?"
"Ancestor Shura, didn't you say that those immortals dare not step into your sea of blood?"
Wow!
As soon as Wu Ling'er finished speaking, the entire Shura Hall became noisy.
Those people from the ancient tribes and sects all looked at Ancestor Shura with indignation. The latter's brows suddenly frowned, and he looked at Wu Ling'er and said: "Huh, Wu Ling'er, you are so young."
I'm talking alarmist here, this sea of blood is my territory, ancestor, and an immortal is coming? Why didn't I know, ancestor?"
"Your territory?" A trace of ridicule flashed across Wu Ling'er's face, and he said expressionlessly: "When this land turns into a sea of blood, I'm afraid you won't even be considered a dead soul. Give me back your territory.
?”
"Be careful, it's an ancient burial artifact..." Wu Ling'er's expression suddenly changed, she grabbed Ye Xingchen's shoulders and fled outside the Shura Hall. The Ghost King who was standing next to Ye Xingchen subconsciously chased after him.
Roaring angrily, he said: "Wu Ling'er, what do you want to do? Let go of the young master."
"Xiao'er, this ancestor is here to help you." Ancestor Shura also chased after him.
Boom!
In Shura Hall, those who could survive in the land of 'Yin Ruins' till now are not fools. Those people from the ancient tribes and sects almost all immediately followed Wu Ling'er and fled out.
Jiang Fujia, who was a little behind, quickly grabbed Jiang Jingyue's arm and said in a cold voice: "Quickly..."
In the blink of an eye, the huge Shura Hall became empty. Before those people from the ancient clan and ancient sect could escape, they saw a huge black shadow smashing into the Shura Hall.
Come down.
Only a 'bang' was heard, and the Shura Palace, which had been passed down for hundreds of millions of years, was immediately reduced to ruins.
The remaining power remains undiminished.
The surrounding blood sea also set off waves thousands of feet high. Some warriors with lower cultivation levels were smashed to pieces by those huge waves before they had time to struggle, leaving not even a trace of their souls.