Endless mountain ranges were destroyed, devastated, rifted valleys, broken mountains, the earth collapsed, and large cracks tens of miles long erupted. All the mountains were almost flattened, and nothing existed anymore.
The old madman's method was unnatural, and he did not use the unrivaled holy magic. He shot it with his bare hands, but it flattened the mountains, rivers and land, and the boundless mountains and wastelands were destroyed.
Everyone was trembling, and their bodies were like chaff. This power shocked everyone, which was beyond their imagination.
Not one of the seven masters of the Yin Yang Sect survived. The three supreme elders and the two half-step masters could barely make a sound, and they were all reduced to blood and mud.
And the two mighty men who could look down on the world, although they fought hard and smashed majestic mountains one after another, they were still unable to save themselves.
They used the most powerful magic, but were beaten to pieces by that big hand, leaving only two traces of human blood on the flattened ground.
What kind of power is this? One hand can destroy the most powerful person in the world and crush the best master in the world. This is a kind of legend and miracle, which makes people feel terrified!
Even though many years have passed, people can't forget today's scene. A simple big hand stretched out for more than seventy miles, covering the sky, comparable to a god!
The old lunatic will only take action if he doesn't take action. Once he takes action, he will shock the world and beat the two top heroes to a pulp with one blow. This is like a fantasy, and the Eastern Wasteland will be shaken!
The breeze blew, and the broken walls and cliffs became desolate and silent. Several heroes died unexpectedly, leaving nothing behind, which made the spectators feel chills all over.
The old madman had already withdrawn his big hand and stood there motionless, his thick black hair covering his upright face, and only his empty eyes were vaguely visible.
People didn't dare to show their anger. This was an existence that was comparable to an ancient saint. No one was afraid of offending him.
Only the little girl was not afraid. She sat on the old madman's shoulder, blinked her big black jewel-like eyes and called: "Uncle, why don't you speak?"
When an ancient saint, who is two or three heads taller than ordinary people and extremely tall and burly, has a delicate little girl sitting on his shoulders, many people cannot calm down.
Who is this little girl? Being treated like this by a saint made everyone look strange. No one will dare to bully her in the future.
When people looked at Ye Fan, their eyes were strange. They thought he would definitely die, but they never thought that he would actually invite a saint who should not appear in the world.
The Holy Body is really elusive and makes everyone feel fearful. With such a divine man standing next to him, who else would dare to provoke him?
Even though the Holy Body has been deposed, if you walk with a being who is comparable to an ancient saint, you can look down upon the Eastern Wilderness.
Ye Fan was also shocked. Although the old madman had already guessed what he was doing, he was still frightened when he saw it with his own eyes.
Li Heishui jumped into his arms excitedly. Walking with such a god, he would have nothing to worry about in the future and he would be invincible.
The big black dog grinned widely and almost howled in the sky. It shook its huge head, squatted on the ground and looked for something carefully, and then stared at the old madman and drooled.
"What are you doing?" Ye Fan knocked on it and reminded.
"I want to use a bunch of hair of the saint to refine a magic weapon..." The big black dog drooled and accidentally said what he was thinking. He was startled and quickly stopped.
"Can you please be more adventurous!" Ye Fan glared at it.
"A saint is full of treasures, and every inch of flesh and blood can kill a top master..." The big black dog drooled and reminded Ye Fan, "Have you forgotten the bone powder of the saint on your body? It's all turned into scum."
, it’s still a treasure in the world.”
However, it only dared to transmit the message secretly, and no longer dared to speak out. The old madman gave it a slap in the face.
"Boom"
Suddenly, the void in the distance cracked, a golden bell sounded, and a black portal opened.
"Domain Gate!"
Everyone was surprised, this was a domain gate unique to the super religion, and it would only appear when crossing the void.
In the black door, bells and drums rang together, and then a group of people filed out. The leader was wearing a purple robe with a sky full of stars shining brightly.
His black hair is like a waterfall, scattered around his shoulders and back, his eyes are as deep as the stars, and he raises his hands and feet, all showing the majesty of someone who has been in power for a long time.
He is like a supreme king. On his head, there is a huge star like a treasure wheel, hanging in the sky, guarding the center, with purple light flowing.
He looks like a god, protected by a big purple star. He seems to have come from the lower realm of the fairyland and condensed the power of the stars in the sky.
And behind him, the people who filed out were also very impressive. Each one of them was like a star descending from the earth, with incomparable majesty.
"This is... someone from Ziwei Cult!"
"The person with the big purple star hanging above his head seems to be...the leader of Ziwei!"
People were surprised that the controller of the Supreme Sect in the central region of Eastern Wasteland had arrived. This was a huge event.
The Ziwei Sect is very mysterious and has an ancient inheritance. Its practice methods are somewhat different from other sects in the Eastern Wasteland, but it is extremely powerful.
They are not a holy land, and their scale is not that large, but the people in the sect are all masters, and people have long agreed that the people who come out of this sect are no less powerful than the holy land.
This is an ancient and mysterious inheritance that cannot be underestimated. Even the Holy Lands dare not provoke it easily.
"This is a veritable generation of heroes!"
Everyone knows the reason why Ziwei Cult Leader came in person. Their half-step master was shot to death here, and he must be here to ask for an explanation.
Even if they are both great powers, the difference is huge. The two great powers of the Yin Yang Sect just now were both ascended as ethereal elders. However, they have just entered this realm and are about to expire. There is no way they can compete with such great powers.
Compared with the supreme leader.
The Holy Lords, the Emperors of the Immortal God Dynasty, and such Supreme Leaders are the true masters of this world. They are no better than the two people just now who have just entered the field of almighty power after exhausting their lifespan.
How much stronger!
"Who deposed my disciples and killed my half-step master?" Behind the leader Ziwei, several middle-aged Shenwu came forward and looked at everyone.
They first focused on Ye Fan, and naturally they already knew about his plan to depose Zhao Fa. Their eyes were like sharp swords, frightening and piercing to the very bones.
"Those who kill will die, and those who offend me, Ziwei Cult, will be punished!" Their voices were cold, as if they were announcing the fate of Ye Fan and the old madman.
They glanced at Li Heishui and others, and finally looked at the old madman. Their eyes were all flashing, but they did not act rashly.
"This is..." Leader Ziwei's expression suddenly froze, and his eyes as deep as the starry sky revealed a look of shock. He stared at the old madman and stepped back involuntarily.
"What's wrong with the leader?" the person next to him asked in surprise.
"Retreat, retreat quickly!" The leader of Xiwei Cult had the majestic appearance of ruling the world, majestic and majestic, and was as powerful as the Emperor of Heaven, but at this time his color completely changed.
"Leader..." Everyone around him was shocked.
"How come there are still such people in the world..." Ziwei Cult Master stepped back, his expression extremely shocked, and he directly opened the domain gate.
"Master, are we going to let them go like this?"
"I taught a half-step master, but several great elders died here!"
The middle-aged men did not speak, and the two boys who followed them spoke like this without any scruples.
"Shut up!"
Leader Ziwei was frightened, shouted loudly, and was the first to enter the domain gate. Seeing this, the others quickly followed.
"brush"
With a flash of light, the domain door closed, and the group of people crossed over and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The Ziwei Cult mobilized a large number of people, and the supreme leader came in person, but was frightened away in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone deeply shocked.
"This is the power of a saint. Standing here, you can scare away all powerful enemies in the world."
Everyone present knew that retreating was a wise choice, otherwise they would surely perish if they dared to take action in front of this being who was comparable to an ancient saint.
"Have you guys seen enough? It's time to disperse." The big black dog howled with great satisfaction. If the old lunatic takes action today, who else will dare to provoke him in the future?
Many people in the sky were speechless. What they saw today was really shocking. The news will definitely shock the Eastern Wasteland. The birth of an existence comparable to an ancient saint will cause an uproar.
Ye Fan and the others continued on the road. They had just traveled more than a thousand miles when a domain gate appeared in the void in front of them. Seven or eight people walked out, all of them super big shots.
Their purple energy surrounds their bodies, like gods descending to earth. Each one of them has surpassed the peak of transforming into a dragon. They are several supreme elders of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.
These people glanced over coldly, staring at Ye Fan, and then looked at the old madman, Li Heishui and others. It was obvious that they were coming with bad intentions.
"brush"
The light flashed again, and a middle-aged man wearing a purple gold crown rushed out. He was as majestic as a god. He glanced at the Supreme Elders and said, "Quickly retreat!"
Their disciples were humiliated, so they came to investigate and found out that there was a big war here, and even the half-powerful ones suffered losses, so they sent out many masters.
At the critical moment, Zifu Holy Land received a secret report that there were extraordinary figures here who must not be provoked, so this last scene took place.
Everyone in the Zifu Holy Land retreated, no one was left, and no one dared to step forward to question him.
On this day, news spread throughout the central region of the Eastern Wasteland. The ancient saint was born and destroyed the mighty power with one hand. He retreated from the Ziwei Sect and the Zifu Holy Land successively, and the central region was shaken!
Everyone was extremely shocked. It had been many years since such a figure appeared. Even the Holy Lands could only retreat and did not dare to make a move.
The most unexpected thing is that Ye Fan traveled with that saint, which made many people who wanted to deal with him have no choice.
The peerless god king is suspected to have died, but such a weirdo appears again. This is really untouchable. Even the Holy Land and the Supreme Religion dare not take action.
"Damn, it's so unreasonable. Heaven and earth have changed, and there are still saints. It's incredible."
"The Holy Body has beheaded itself, so how could such a person be pulled out again? He must have been dug up from an ancient temple in a deep mountain somewhere."
Ye Fan's opponents were all aggrieved. They originally thought that he was half-dead and could take his life, but they never thought that a more ruthless person would come to threaten him.
As Ye Fan and the others went north, people followed him from time to time, watching from behind. They all wanted to know the identity of the old madman, but unfortunately no one could see through it.
Unknowingly, we approached the ancient city of Zitiandu again and came to the area where the Feng Clan was located and where the Ziwei Sect was located.
"Let's stop here for a while and visit Ziwei Sect to see if we can resolve the grudges." Ye Fan said with a smile.
"Little Ye Zi, you are too wicked..." Li Heishui was speechless.
Now that there is an old lunatic accompanying him, this is a supreme deterrent, but Ye Fan wants to go to Ziwei Sect, which will definitely cause huge waves.
"What a great idea!" The big black dog, fearing that the world would not be in chaos, shouted: "Why do you always wait for them to mess with us? I think it is necessary to visit Ziwei Sect and have a good 'warm' with them, and then
Go and walk around the Supreme Yin Yang Sect in Zhongzhou!"
"I am serious and sincerely want to reconcile with Ziwei Sect. Let's go and have a look at them." Ye Fan said.
"You are too damaging. This will scare people's lives and make other holy places uneasy..." Li Heishui said.