"How is that possible!"

Looking at the appearance of the man in white who came out of the white light, Graka's face was pale, his eyes were frightened, and he shouted loudly with a ghostly expression.

As one of the seven leaders of the Demon Clan, although not the executor of the plan, Graka knew better than anyone else that the blasphemous wood could destroy everything and annihilate the power of space.

Even the Dongfang Immortal Gate can be directly destroyed, under such power, not to mention these earth immortals, even half-step heavenly immortals, they have to be afraid of a few points.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if the Wang Disciple can survive the power of the explosion of the Blasphemy Wood, the Eastern Immortal Gate will have completely disappeared, and after the explosion, the Wang Disciple will only be in the universe without air and aura, turning into the dust of the universe.

But now, this young man in white actually stood in front of the spatial crack and cut through his attack with a sword!

What the hell is going on?

"Why? Why are you alive! Won't the collapse of space kill you, White-clothed Sword Fairy!" Glaka shouted in horror as something incomprehensible appeared in front of him.

Without answering Graka's question, Wang Tu's white figure landed on the ground of the Kunlun Mountain Temporary Military Region, and he lifted Su Baozong, whose face was stiff, from the ground, and shot out a healing spiritual power to treat the wounds on Su Baozong's body that were injured by the demon clan.

Su Baozong's two old eyes stared at Wang Tu, and the surprise in his heart was no less than that of Graka.

"You, is it really you?" was silent for a long time, and the huge shock made Su Baozong only open his mouth to say a somewhat vague sentence.

After examining the wounds on Su Baozong's body, Wang Tu stood up from the ground, looked at Graka in the air, and slowly spoke.

"I'm sorry, it took me some time to get back to Earth from the universe, and I wasn't able to save the rest of the military in time. ”

Hearing Wang Tu's words, Su Baozong slowly came to his senses, and only then did he see that on Wang Tu's white robe, there were bloody tear-shaped wounds everywhere, and the blood stained the robe into red pieces after pieces, which was very infiltrating.

In fact, at the last moment of the explosion of the Blasphemous Wood, the power of the three major soul strata of the King Disciple was fully opened, plus the Supreme Earth Immortal Treasure Body and the Immortal Sword Protector, and finally saved him from death.

However, even if he survived, his body injured by spatial annihilation still floated in the universe, and it would not be repaired for a while.

For the king, even if it is a crisis, it is also an opportunity.

At the last moment of the explosion of the Eastern Immortal Gate, although Wang Tu's body was injured, he also absorbed a huge amount of time and space power, making the fourth soul class completely formed.

Relying on the power of the Fourth Soul Class, Wang Tu forcibly broke through the cosmic space, passed through the broken Immortal Gate Passage, and finally returned to Earth.

If other Heavenly Immortal level monks understood Wang Tu's behavior, they would definitely think that Wang Tu was a madman.

The pressure of the cosmic space is extremely enormous, and to forcibly open the passage with an already injured body and return to Earth in that environment is no different from seeking death in the eyes of any monk.

But the king disciple did not hesitate at all, and went straight to do it, and successfully came back alive.

And at this moment, looking at the bloody wound on the king's body on the ground, Graka's eyes slowly recovered from shock.

The royal disciple was also a mortal in the flesh, and although he did not die, he was also seriously injured in the explosion of the blasphemous wood.

Realizing this, Graka's face grew gloomy, and he opened his mouth to make a cold voice.

"Why did the dying return to the realm?"

"Since you are bent on dying and want to be buried with the people of the Eastern Immortal Gate, I will fulfill you!"

After speaking, fierce black aura gathered in his two hands, and Graka rushed towards the king.

What Graka didn't know was that his words completely ignited an emotion in the heart of the king.

Wrath.

Either died under the branches of the blasphemous tree, was pulled dry, or died in the explosion of the sacred tree, destroying the world and the earth, as the only survivor of the Eastern Immortal Gate, Wang Tu saw with his own eyes that there was not a single one of the tens of millions of Xianmen residents left, all of them died in the Eastern Immortal Gate that had disappeared.

As a Chinese, Wang Tu has a strong sense of belonging to the people who are also in the East, which can also be seen from Wang Tu alone repelling the million-strong army of the Western Xianmen and protecting the East City.

Now, tens of millions of Oriental people died in front of Wang Tu's eyes, but Wang Tu couldn't even save anyone, that kind of despair, that kind of pain, completely aroused the anger in Wang Tu's heart.

Now, at the moment when Graka mentioned the Eastern Immortal Gate, the anger that the Wang disciple had suppressed for a long time after the universe finally broke out!

Everyone only saw a white flash of light rise in the sky, heading directly towards Graca!

"Boom!"

In the next second, a loud sound like a nuclear bomb explosion sounded.

"Hmm!" Graka's face was distorted by the great pain, and he looked down to see the king under him, piercing his right chest in a circle!

"What!" The speed and strength of the Wang disciple were completely unexpected, and he saw that his face changed, and the spiritual energy in his hands was swaying, and a huge pitch-black war hammer appeared in his hand, swinging directly towards the head of the Wang disciple from top to bottom.

"Die, white-clothed sword fairy!" Graka shouted.

In the face of the blow that was enough to break the mountain, Wang Tu did not dodge or dodge, but turned his waist, and a hook was mixed with terrifying prestige, and the cannonball shot out of his right hand like a cannonball.

Everyone was horrified to see that the punch from Wang Tu's body not only smashed the giant hammer into pieces, but also directly shattered Graka's jaw!

"Ahh

With blood leaking from his mouth, broken teeth, and a deservedly wail, Graka was almost killed by a hook punch from the king!

However, the king disciple did not have the slightest intention of stopping, but reached out and grabbed Graka's neck and pressed him towards a mountain range in Kunlun Mountain.

"Boom!"

The bodies of the two fell to the top of the mountain, and the roar continued to explode, resounding in the hearts of everyone, making the humans and demons present tremble.

Su Baozong looked at the place where the mountain was sunken in, and the king fist was to the flesh, beating Nagraka into an inhuman appearance, looking at a loss.

Even Su Baozong, who had been with the Wang disciples for a while, had never seen the Wang disciples attack so savagely and violently to the extreme!

He didn't hold a sword, didn't hold a gun, didn't use any spells, and the king disciple who was extremely angry now had only one thought in his heart.

That is, with his own fists, he beat the demon clan in front of him to death!

"Don't get too carried away, the white-clothed sword fairy!" Graka glanced at the gap between the king's fists, and his mouth opened on his beaten face, and let out a roar.

The aura swayed, the muscles on Graca's body swelled violently a few times, and the whole person turned into a huge bison, and the demon form was all expanded!

The bull dozens of meters tall stood on the ground of the Kunlun Mountains, and Graca's blood-red eyes shone with rage and roared.

"It's true that your physical body is strong, but you picked the wrong person!"

"Compared to the strength of the flesh, I, Lord Graka, am the best of the seven leaders of the Demon Clan!"

As soon as Graka finished speaking, in the sky above his head, Wang Tu's left fist had already swung out, and it smashed into his head.

"Boom!"

With just one punch, Graka in the form of a demon was actually blown open by Wang Tu's head, his brain was splashed, and he didn't even let out a wail, and his huge body dozens of meters high fell directly on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

In the sky, those demons saw their leader being killed by several punches, and their faces were all terrified, and the demons had wings, and they were about to flee in the opposite direction.

"Monster, monster! It's a monster!"

"Run, run, or you'll die!"

Obviously, he is a demon, but those men of the demon clan feel that the man in front of him is an existence that is even more terrifying than the demon!

But where would the kings let them escape, looking at the location of those demons fleeing, a thick aura rose from the soles of the king's feet, and with a kick of his feet, he flew out of the Kunlun Mountains violently, with the red crystal long sword in his hand, a sword light cut through hundreds of demons, and the kings made a sound that shook the entire Kunlun Mountains.

"Today, none of you want to leave!"