The elites of various countries, especially the elites of big countries such as country M and country Y, are even more ruthless.

They have worked hard in the world, and they have also made a lot of contributions, and their reputation and status are not low, so they are naturally high-spirited, if they go back like this, what is the difference between them and deserters.

In any case, they did not allow themselves to do this, so they gritted their teeth fiercely and suppressed the fear in their hearts.

Just as the Dream Sword Sect and the Heavenly Master Dao were facing each other, most of the aura had disappeared, and the boulder could be seen to stop shattering, and the place where it was broken earlier was like an emerald gemstone, emitting bursts of strange light and a strange aura.

And on top of the boulder, there is a figure.

The figure on the boulder was blurred, but he was dressed in a white robe, wearing a crown of blue silk hair, and in front of him was like a huge whirlpool, and the aura was sucked away by the whirlpool.

Everyone opened their mouths and stared, stunned, even Zhang Ling and Gao Feng were breathless, and looked up at the blurred figure behind the whirlpool on the boulder with a shocked face.

"It's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, and the front waves are dying on the beach!" On the boulder, a very clear voice sounded, resounding at the bottom of this valley.

When this aura was completely absorbed by the whirlpool, the delicate figure on the boulder was also revealed at this time.

This figure was dressed in a green robe, but there were black lines engraved on the robe, like a domineering beast like a dragon, with sharp fangs, and there seemed to be a wispy black qi rising from the dragon beast.

On his head, he was tied with a crown of green silk, and the crown was green and silky, but there was a golden wire in the crown, and the gold wire flashed, and the crown alone exuded a burst of terrifying coercion, shocking people's hearts, and everyone was pale, and there was a feeling of kneeling and worshipping.

This is not the strong aura of the figure, but the crown of its head or the black dragon on its body, as if it exudes a strange fluctuation that directly awes the mind all the time, the kind of terrifying fluctuation that is completely high above and crushes any bloodline.

No matter how arrogant and uninhibited he is, under absolute coercion, he does not dare to look directly, and even has a sense of kneeling and worshipping.

The elites of various countries may be better, but they feel that the figure is extremely terrifying, and they will never dare to resist it in the slightest, as for those half-hung immortal cultivators, they feel the most obvious, and even some of them are weaker, and they have already knelt on the ground with pale faces to worship, but there are only a few, even if most of them dare not look at it, they still grit their teeth, their legs tremble, but they refuse to kneel on the ground.

"Huh?" the figure said softly, and then with a wave of his palm, the coercion that existed between heaven and earth disappeared, and they all breathed a deep sigh of relief, looking at the figure on the boulder with a frightened expression.

When they gasped, they had already found that their clothes had already been soaked with beads of sweat, and the men were fine, but they found a hidden place to take them off and dry them later, and the women were very embarrassed.

"You little ones are so much better than those old hairy guys. The figure spoke slowly, especially looking at the top powerhouses of the various forces a few more times and appreciating.

Everyone didn't dare to say much, and when they were shocked in their hearts, they could only nod their heads and laugh dryly.

Zhang Ling stared at the figure on the boulder with a pale face, trembling all over, but he still took out the compass and put it flat in front of him, stretched out his palm violently, and pinched his fingers back and forth.

The figure didn't stop it, as if looking at Zhang Ling who was struggling to pinch his fingers with a light smile.

Everyone also looked at him very nervously, they were all leaders of the sect, and they were high-spirited, but in front of that vague figure, they didn't dare to have the slightest intention of disobedience.

Maybe people may destroy themselves with a single thought, how can they have the courage to disobey.

"Not bad, yes. The figure sighed softly and shook his head, then looked around, hesitated for a moment, and then said out loud.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this secret realm is difficult for mortal power to control, if it is forcibly controlled, it may be wiped out and never reborn. ”

The figure bowed to many elites, his voice was flat, and the meaning was extremely obvious, this secret realm, if it was just a normal person, it was better to retreat in the face of difficulties.

Perhaps coupled with the fact that the figure's attitude is respectful to the extreme, they also understand the gap between themselves and the hermit, and they hesitate to decide to quit, but there are a few who still want to fish in troubled waters and try their luck.

Among them, country R is in the ranks of trying their luck there.

One of them was beheaded, and then it was bound to spread all over the world, and if they returned home in such a disgraced manner, I don't know how long they would be ridiculed.

Therefore, even if the whole army is wiped out, at least it will not be pointed at the backbone of sarcasm.

I have to say that it is good that country R can have such an awareness, at least it will not discredit those dogs and pigs and other beasts.

However, what seemed to them to be a feat, in the eyes of the rest of the hermits who had some means, was not much different from that of fools.

Many large countries have chosen to retreat temporarily, let alone this small country.

I'm afraid that if I go in, I won't even be able to do cannon fodder.

The young man swept past the few people who still insisted on staying where they were, most of them were hermits, and there were also a few people in strange costumes.

The blurred figure also nodded slightly, and it was also certain of their strength, but he looked at a person who was shrouded in a black robe, and there was no breath fluctuation on his body, more like an old man in his old age.

But the bottom of this valley is also a hundred feet away from the ground, and if an old man can come at will, then he can do it by anyone who comes at will.

The blurred figure snorted softly, seeing that the black-robed mysterious man was extraordinary, everything he could have done had already been done, and if there were some fatal accidents in the future, it would have nothing to do with him.

"You—" The blurred figure looked deeply at the black-robed mysterious man, then looked at the hermit below, and said.

Call!

He had barely spoken, and only two words were spit out, when he was interrupted by the sound of a breaking wind and his own roar.

"Bad old man!" the voice was terrified, and when it came out, it was completely broken.

Everyone was puzzled, but the blurred figure seemed to tremble and looked up.

A delicate figure, mouth wide open, eyes closed, with the momentum of the wind down.

Maybe the landing speed was too fast, the figure was difficult to control, his body curled up like a ball, turning at high speed, setting off bursts of powerful air currents, and the walls were all under this air flow, and they were forced to fly a layer of air, and the gravel fell to the bottom of the valley.

Everyone else's complexion changed, and this momentum felt extraordinary and terrifying just by looking at it, if it was smashed, it would be half crippled if it didn't die, so they hurriedly hid away, lest they avoid it.

The blurred figure on the boulder was also stunned, and after dodging left and right, he found that the human ball was always staring at him on purpose or for some reason.

He sighed deeply, helplessly raised his arm, and the blue aura in his palm gushed out, also rotating at high speed, and after an instant, it formed a small ball of aura that was similar to the shape of the human ball that smashed towards him.

Others don't know, but he still doesn't know who the ball is.

People who can see through his identity, and who don't want to call themselves 'bad old men', except for Ding Ze, are there others?

Since he is always staring at himself, and it is the bad guy Ding Ze, then there is no need to show mercy, as long as he stops him.

The sloppy old man coughed lightly, such a bright and righteous shot, but Ding Ze had no chance to fight back, but it was really pitiful.

This time there is an opportunity to send it to the door, so naturally we must take advantage of it.

He smiled evilly, and the small ball of spiritual qi in his palm emitted fluctuations and went berserk again, and then he saw him through the gap between his two fingers, as if aiming at one or two, and the violent aura instantly gushed out from his palm.

And the small ball composed of aura was an instantaneous sound of breaking wind, shooting straight at the human ball less than one-third of the valley bottom.

The sloppy old man still seemed to be angry, and his voice was not as clear as before, and now he was slightly shrill and hoarse like an old naughty boy.

"Good boy, pick it up!"