When the palm print from the depths of the starry sky was pressed down, the whole world seemed to lose its color, and everyone seemed to be frozen.

"People from the upper realm?"

He Wudi was shocked.

Although his body could not move, his mind was still alive, and he could feel the palm prints that had been pressed down, carrying the power that could not be desecrated from the upper realm.

He Wushu was puzzled: "Why did this guy anger the people above, and he didn't hesitate to tear the space to wipe him out?"

Could it be that he also fled for refuge like himself?

Ay.

Found, hopeless.

He is invincible and helpless.

If he still has the cultivation he once had, even if he only recovers Yicheng, he can easily break this power, but now he can't even move, and he can only watch his fellow sect being suppressed.

In other words, the palm print is pressed down to cover most of the fighting platform, why is he not worried when he is in it?

Because this kind of power from the upper realm seems to be extremely huge, but in fact, it only locks the night star alone, and will not affect the fish pond.

"Ao Wushuang is also quite pitiful. ”

He Wushu said secretly: "If you are trampled under the feet of the night stars, you will definitely be implicated." ”

Wrong!

At this moment, a force suddenly erupted from the viewing platform and rushed over at the fastest speed.

He Wushu was still able to use a little spiritual thought from under the huge restraint, and instantly caught the sect master actually standing in front of Ye Xingchen, and an extremely strong aura erupted around his body, and his whole body was already covered by steel-like battle armor.

This kind of strong coercion can't restrain him!

Also, the power that erupted from the sect master's body seemed to be stronger than the last time he abused the Extreme Cold Palace Elder!

Really!

This guy has been hiding deeply!

However, every time it breaks out at this juncture, is he cheap!

Jun Changxiao, who had just smashed the talisman of Qiankun and inspired the defensive form of the armed wing, if he heard the thoughts in this disciple's heart, he would definitely kick him to the earth with a flying foot!

Night Xingchen, who thought he was going to die, saw the sect master standing in front of him in steel, and the expression on his face suddenly froze.

"Stars. ”

Jun Chang stood in front of him with a smile, facing the palm print that was about to be pressed down, and said, "With this seat, no one wants to hurt you." ”

This kind of selfless love from the sect master instantly made the night stars ......

Boom——————————

The huge palm print was pressed against the competition platform, and the dust suddenly rolled up in the sky!

When everything dispersed, a huge palm print was sunken out of the small half of the doutai, and Li Qingyang and the others in the distance were not affected.

Merely.

They are still in freeze frame, as if time has paused.

Only He Wushu knows that the people in the upper realm have restrictions, and they can't make a move in the lower realm at will, unless they can't help it, and then use their supernatural powers to block everything.

Looking down from above, you can see that there is an intact piece of ground in the center of the pressed palm print.

Ye Xingchen stood there with a dull expression, and the sect master with steel armor gradually emerged from the dust, his hands were crossed, and he grinned with his teeth: "This palm is really fucking strong......"

"Who are you?" a beautiful voice rang in my ears.

Jun Changxiao didn't answer this question, but looked at the crack in the sky, and said with a cold gaze: "This palm seat for the disciple next, he will be returned a hundred times in the coming day!"

"A hundredfold return?"

The beautiful voice came: "Do you think he has this qualification?"

"Sect Master!"

At this moment, He Wushu said: "The person who made the move must be from the upper realm, and the upper realm has boundary rules, and it is not allowed to harass the lower realm, so hurry up and move out to deter!"

He didn't hear a beautiful sound, but he was 100% sure that the person who shot was from the upper realm, and at this time, he should be able to reverse the situation by pressing the boundary rules!

A strong man who has come down from a high position is experienced.

Jun Changxiao's brain turned very quickly, and he said lightly: "This is the Nether Realm, if you make a move without permission, aren't you afraid of disturbing the order of heaven and earth and being sanctioned by the boundary rules?"

“......”

The beautiful voice did not sound slowly, as if it was falling into deep thought and entanglement.

After a while, a gentle voice came from Ye Xingchen's ears: "I think that you and I once loved each other, I hope you can behave yourself and be an ordinary person in the nether world." ”

"Whoohoo ——————"

The rift that existed in the heavenly vault suddenly began to heal, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened, and the strong coercion of the existence of the venue gradually dissipated.

"Whew!"

Jun Changxiao retracted his armed wings, and exhaled deeply with his hands trembling violently.

The Qiankun talisman and the defensive form of the armed wings could only make him barely take the palm print that was pressed down, and it would definitely be cold if he did it again.

But.

Who is that beautiful voice, and why do you gather such a strong palm print to kill the night stars?

The system said: "Do you still need to think about it, it must be that guy's previous enemy." ”

"So to speak. ”

Jun Chang smiled and said secretly: "My disciple is not only a strong rebirth, but also a strong man from the previous session. ”

"Not bad. ”

The system swears by it.

Strange to say, after the spatial rift disappeared, even the sunken palm print disappeared, and the destroyed fighting platform was restored, as if time had been turned back to the scene when Night Star had just finished abusing Ao Wushuang.

But what can't be returned is that Jun often laughs at the dead talisman.

"Sect Master. ”

At this moment, the Han City Lord collapsed and said, "When did you run down!"

At that moment, Jun Changxiao found that the audience was looking at him, they didn't seem to remember what happened just now, and even the originally dark reflection light curtain was restored, and his heroic body was presented in it.

"Brush!"

He had an idea, pulled out the banner again, and shouted: "Don't miss the opportunity, you won't come again!"

Jun Changxiao used his actions to tell everyone that he appeared on the competition platform coldly, just to play a wave of advertising!

"Nonsense!"

Han City Lord scolded: "Don't interfere with the game, hurry up!"

"Okay. ”

Jun Changxiao took back the banner.

However, before leaving, he glanced at Ao Wushuang, who was trampled under his feet and half dead, and said, "It's almost okay, don't make trouble." ”

"Bang!"

Night Xingchen kicked Ao Wushuang off the competition platform with a kick, and said lightly: "Trash." ”

He was trying to restrain his emotions, pretending to continue the fight, but there was unspeakable pain in his heart.

"I think you and I once loved each other, I hope you can behave yourself and be an ordinary person in the nether world. A beautiful voice came to his ears, like a needle poking the heart of the night star.

This kind of charity has sinned against himself, making it difficult for him to accept his arrogant personality.

And how?

Not to mention him now, even if he is the Night Emperor at his peak, he is just an ant in front of the strong man who is high above.

Unwilling.

Really unwilling!

"Senior Brother Night. ”

He Wushu said: "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. ”

He thought that the night stars were also from the upper realm, and suddenly he felt that he was also a fallen person at the end of the world.

Not bad.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years.

"Whew!"

Ye Xingchen breathed a long sigh of relief, and said secretly: "Kill me once, give me a palm, just like the sect master said, I will return it to you a hundred times when the time comes." ”

Thinking of this, he looked at Jun Changxiao, who was talking and laughing with the Lord of Han City, and his eyes flashed with complicated colors.

When the terrifying palm print was pressed down, he actually blocked it in front of him, in case he died, didn't he worry about the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect Tree falling and scattering?

Or rather.

Is the disciple's life really so important to him, and he can't allow others to hurt him in the slightest?

When Jun Changxiao led a large number of disciples to the Extremely Cold Palace, Ye Xingchen had thought about how this kind of reckless behavior would become a big thing in the future?

"Brother Night. ”

Su Xiaomo smiled: "Do you want to continue fighting?"

Ye Xingchen looked at him, looked at Li Qingyang and the others, and said secretly: "This sect master, these fellow sects, are really ...... Dislike. ”

"Brush!"

Turning around, he pointed at the disciple of the Proud World Saint Sect and said, "Trash, come to fight!"

......

Through the clouds and mist, through the sky, in the palace that seemed to be real and illusory, a graceful figure leaned lazily on the throne and said softly: "It is really strange that with his character, he can deign to be in the sect." ”

"Lord. ”

A man in black suddenly appeared and said, "The people of the Realm Hall ask you to explain why you want to act in the Nether Realm without permission. ”

"You noticed it so quickly?" the graceful back murmured, "It's good that I didn't make another move, otherwise I would have been deliberately troubled by a group of old antiques." ”

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PS, 4th shift, asking for votes.

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