"A bunch of ants!

The black shadow of the Demon Lord hung in the air, and two huge black hands grabbed the bodies of the two peerless powerhouses like a net from heaven and earth.

"Demon on the earth, destruction!"

Rumble!

Four powerful forces collided, destroying the heavens and the earth, stirring up two terrifying energy storm vortices, rolling up the surrounding mountains and rocks, crushing everyone underneath.

The island was also shaking, the magma in the sea of fire was rolling, the rock waves were monstrous, and the splashed faces were sprinkled on the martial arts cultivators on the island, burning a large area.

Yes!

Mourning was all over the field, and screams were everywhere, even the old man who deduced it, but he kept kneeling on the ground, looking at the figure in the air.

However, such a fierce energy collision directly rolled up the spirit sealing stone and smashed it on the ground, and the demon hand inside sensed the master's soul body and began to vibrate violently.

Gradually, the sealing spirit stone cracked open one by one, and the strong demonic qi emitted by that demon hand spread out, and all the martial cultivators who touched it turned into dried corpses.

Boom!

In less than ten breaths, the spirit sealing stone completely exploded.

At this time, the demon hand absorbed all the aura in the surrounding space, and there were also those who cultivated to low martial arts, and those who were slightly stronger all tried their best to resist this terrifying power before they were spared.

When more than a dozen low-level martial cultivators were sucked into the range of the Demon Hand, they all turned into ashes.

Tang Chen quickly took out the cloth with the seal written on it, and when he was sucked by the demon hand, he wrapped the cloth around it with lightning speed.

Airplanes!

In an instant, the power of the Demon Hand was imprisoned, and those energy riots immediately stopped.

Tang Chen fell to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth.

The battle in the sky was still fierce, and at this moment, the Demon Lord's soul body felt the situation on the island and was immediately furious.

"The humble ant dares to move the arm of this king and give you eternal pain!"

A big hand covering the sky grabbed Tang Chen, and the incomparable power caused the entire island to collapse, crack, and begin to sink into the sea of fire.

Feeling the terrifying power attacking, Tang Chen immediately poured thunder and lightning into his body, enveloping his whole body in thunder and lightning.

"An ant actually has a god-level martial soul!"

The Demon Lord's soul body exclaimed, and then said coldly: "It's also the nemesis of our demon race, the Thunder and Lightning Martial Soul, then it's even more unbearable, give me death!"

The demon hand pressed down again, but just after a pause, Tang Chen took a breath, hurriedly sacrificed the Thunder God Tower, and hid in it.

"What?"

The Demon Lord was slightly startled, and then became furious: "Damn ants, they actually have an artifact!"

With his current strength, it was not enough to break through the powerful artifact, and when he saw Tang Chen hiding in the artifact, he could only roar angrily and slap the Thunder God Temple into the terrifying magma.

"You ants, you can all die!"

The Demon Lord roared, and the power of his whole body was released, and the sea of fire churned, and the earth above it shattered.

The cracked island, like a boat on a sea of lava, swayed and then slowly sank.

The people on the island knew very well that if they sank a thousand feet further, they would be swallowed up by magma and turned into ashes.

"I don't want to die!"

"Oh my God, help me!"

"Help!"

......

Originally, there were more than one hundred and eighty people, but now there are less than fifty people, and the rest of the martial cultivators have fallen into the sea of fire.

Among the nearly fifty people, five of the more than a dozen strong people died, Shangguan Xiong died, the corpse puppet fell into the lava, and Wan Sanqian and the ghost Dao people also fell in.

The old man knelt on a boulder, reverently waiting for his master to save his life, but was unexpectedly swept away by the lava struck by the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord vented his anger on the earth, and four peerless powerhouses came to stop it, and they were directly blasted into the boundless lava.

There was a rumbling sound in the land, like an earthquake, especially near Ghost Mountain. Gradually, the earth shook, and slowly cracked a gap a hundred feet wide, tens of thousands of miles long, steaming.

At this time, in the underground magma, four peerless powerhouses rose into the sky again and bombarded the Demon Lord.

"Destroy!"

The enraged Demon Lord's body quickly rose into the air, exerting the power of his whole body and unleashing a punch.

This punch was so powerful that even the four powerhouses were bounced off. If this punch is on the ground, it can destroy at least tens of thousands of miles.

However, at this moment, a large hand appeared in the firmament, shining with golden light, and instantly pressed towards the Demon Lord, dissolving the power of its destruction.

Then I saw a phantom in the sky, to be precise, it was a person's head, this was a middle-aged man, and there was a momentum of looking at the heavens and the earth.

"A soul body, dare to be presumptuous!"

The voice spread throughout hundreds of millions of territories, and the entire Tiannan Region heard it, and for a while, all the martial cultivators bowed their heads and bowed in worship.

The big golden hand grabbed at the sea of magma, and the people on the island that was about to sink were grabbed and thrown back to the ground in an instant, thousands of miles away from the crack.

The imprisoned Demon Lord couldn't move, and he was furious, looking at the lava in the sky, and roaring, "Who are you?"

"Little Demon Lord, you also deserve to ask about the name of this king!"

A faint voice came out, and the big golden hand immediately clenched.

"Boom!"

The Demon Lord's soul body could not resist the power of this golden hand, roaring and roaring, and finally unwillingly turned into a puff of black gas and disappeared into the air.

The powerful mysterious face in the sky glanced at the churning sea of magma and muttered to himself: "Isn't it an illusion!

After finishing speaking, the phantom gradually disappeared, and the people who knelt down on the earth all stood up, looked at the place where the phantom disappeared, and shouted in unison: "The gods have appeared, and the prosperous age is coming!"

The more than forty martial cultivators fell in the wilderness, all paralyzed, panting. At this time, how could they still have the momentum of the strong men of the Great Yuan Dynasty, the horror in their eyes was not gone, their clothes were tattered, and some people were almost unclothed.

Three hours had passed since the mysterious powerhouse had disappeared, and they were still in shock.

"Whew!"

Ren Wuqiong exhaled, made a move, took out a few pills from the Qiankun Ring, and swallowed them. After breathing for a while, he opened his eyes, stood up, looked at the more than forty scarred Wu Xiu, and sighed.

He took out some pills and gave them to several disciples of his sect before walking towards Zhongwen and the others.

"Brother Zhong, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, it's all flesh wounds!" Zhongwen let out a breath of turbidity, glanced around at the people around him, and said, "I didn't expect that I could survive!

"Yes! If you don't die, you will have a blessing! I feel that my bottleneck has loosened a little, and after this great tribulation, my mood has been sublimated, and it is not far from advancement!"

"I feel this way too!" Zhongwen was frightened, and his face was delighted.

(End of chapter)