Is this the Prisoner's Finger?

Shocking the heart, ants, this is what everyone thinks at this time.

In front of the light curtain of the Imprisoned Heaven Holy Sect, the white divine light imprisoned Jin Guanglei Luo Lun and a dozen others like a chain of order, unable to move.

The giant finger of energy, like Optimus Prime, slowly pressed down, and the powerful and boundless coercion pressed on everyone's hearts.

At this moment, in the eyes of all the trialists, there was only fear and fear.

"I don't accept it, I don't accept it, thief God, I'm just asking for my own chance, what is wrong with me."

Roaring, unwilling, hating their own powerlessness, people are swords, I am fish and meat.

The Imprisoned Heaven Holy Sect is a sacred place of ancient inheritance, and it is open to those who are trying to do it every hundred years.

Don't you know the rules?

Challenging the rules in front of the spirit of this array, and vainly trying to move the trialists of my Heavenly Sect.

"Dead".

"Ahh......h , unwilling, the same roar, the same scene".

It's just that it's more memorable now than before.

The word "death" of the Prison Heaven Sect Formation Spirit just came out.

Jin Guanglei and others, like paper people, cracked and turned into powder.

The energy of the Prisoner Finger dissipates.

The coercion was instantly emptied, and everyone's eyes were a little empty and dull.

Ye Tian's soul is like three rivers and five seas, and he comes over and tosses again.

"Who created this prison of heaven, and can actually lock all the rules in the space."

It's as if the spatial order it has established, like the heavens, and all the rules are overrun.

The attack power just now is enough to kill the powerhouses of the Emperor Realm.

The Guardian Formation Spirit of the Imprisoned Heaven Sect, Ye Tian's vast amount of knowledge and experience accumulated in his previous life, made it impossible for everyone to compare his vision and vision.

"Hmph, just when everyone was in a daze, still immersed in the shock just now, a cold snort with the sound of the Nine Heavens remembered."

Before the trial of the Imprisoned Heaven Sect ended, if anyone else moved, "kill", the spirit of this array would not be merciful.

Yu Zhen, who had transformed into a mortal, sat not far from the Dao Heng Stone.

Outside the eight-pole iron cable, the strong man hiding in the depths of the dense forest, sweating profusely on his forehead.

Just now, I felt as if I was being stared at tightly by a pair of eyes.

There are also several Yin Soul Realm powerhouses who died in front of the light curtain, but fortunately they didn't have the impulse, otherwise they would have returned to the Dao now.

The appearance and decisiveness of the Prison Heaven Sect Formation Spirit deeply shocked everyone, and in front of the light curtain, more than 3,000 people were silent, and even their words became much more cautious.

Above the quiet light curtain, the sound of the formation spirit sounded like the sound of the Nine Heavens, and everyone's spirits suddenly tensed.

Name: Song Ming, twenty-two years old, qualifications: Fan Pin, high-level, cultivation: mid-stage of Gathering Star Realm.

"Hahaha, Brother Song is actually an ordinary product, and he hasn't even reached the talent, Zao Wou-Ki and the others can't help it, laughing, and holding their stomachs on the ground."

"Everything, everything ......".

Hearing Zao Wou-ki's laughter and ridicule, the corners of Song Ming's mouth twitched, and his face turned extremely red.

Thousands of people's eyes are on him.

"Laugh, make you laugh, Song Ming, who was annoyed and angry, kicked Zao Wou-ki's ass."

"Eh, why is Brother Song still beating people?, not in a hurry."

Zao Wou-ki's face was full of smiles, several people were wonderful, and the depressing atmosphere in front of the light curtain eased a lot.

"Zao Wou-Ki", a voice came into the minds of the two.

Brother Song, did you hear anything just now?

Song Ming: It seems to be your name.

Name: Zao Wou-ki, age: twenty-two, cultivated to the peak of the middle level of the Gathering Star Realm, qualification: intermediate level of mortal products.

"Hahaha, before Zhao Wouji could react, Song Ming's sneer rose to the sky, mortal intermediate level, Brother Zhao, you are too low."

The corners of Zao Wouji's mouth twitched, eh!

Zao Wou-Ki and the three of them eased the atmosphere of the scene, and the trialists regained their vitality just now.

Wang Banxian's face was disdainful, the lowest grade of mortal products was just as high as his qualifications.

"Lin Mo'er", a sound came like a morning bell in the evening.

A white divine light struck towards Lin Mo'er, Ye Tian was startled, and hurriedly blocked in front of Lin Mo'er.

Wang Banxian and Purple Kite were also linked, and the atmosphere at the scene was tense again.

The white divine light shot towards Ye Tian and the four of them, and Ye Tian was in a hurry.

The vitality of the trialists who had finally recovered fell and underestimated in an instant.

Ye Tian's soul power gushed out, without reservation, and the Taiji Pan rose to the sky again, and the bamboo-shaped sword momentum attracted the energy around him.

The purple kite is also a will to die, the Tianshui Jue is running wildly, and two water dragons appear out of thin air, surrounding him.

"Wang Banxian roared".

"Qi Looking", the qi of the leylines, "rising", the blue tendons on the forehead jumping,

The crowd felt only a vibration around them, as if something was about to emerge from the ground.

In the light curtain of the Imprisoned Heaven Sect, the array spirit was shocked and stared at Wang Banxian tightly.

In Lin Mo'er's wrist, the little golden egg constantly absorbed the battle qi that ran Lin Mo'er.

"Cut, Ye Tian, this weak chicken, this white light is not aggressive to you."

"Girl Mo'er, let these idiots stop."

I'm afraid that if I stay for a while, the guys in the light curtain will not be able to help but destroy them, and the noble bloodline of this king will also suffer from unjustified disasters.

The little golden egg is extremely arrogant.

Seeing the lightning, Lin Mo'er hurriedly stopped Ye Tian and the others.

Hearing Lin Mo'er's words, the three of them seemed to be no more tired than going through a big battle, and sat down on the ground.

The white divine light shrouded Lin Mo'er, but there was no situation of Jin Guanglei and Luo Lun and the others.

I saw the little guy's curious little hands, touching the white divine light.

To everyone's surprise, the voice of the array spirit was no longer as indifferent as before.

"Little one, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, the gentle voice of the array spirit came."

Fuck, in the hearts of all the trialists, 100,000 grass and mud horses flew by, just now, the killing was decisive, but now it is so warm to a little girl.

Could it be a lolicon?

"Well, Mo'er is not afraid, Xiao Jin told me that my grandfather is very strong, Xiao Mo'er looked at the light curtain tenderly."

Looking at the surprised expression below, the array spirit returned to a serious appearance.

Inside the light curtain, "the majestic image of this array spirit is almost lost."

"Lin Mo'er", the majestic voice of the array spirit remembered again.

The middle trialists were so curious that they all stretched their ears to listen, and they were also curious about what was so strange about this little girl that it had changed the attitude of the array spirits.

Name: Lin Mo'er, age: 10 years old.

"What ten years old, although it is terrifying, but it is not too beyond everyone's expectations."

Cultivation: Mid-stage of the True Yuan Realm, Qualification: ...... What everyone is looking forward to the most is the talent level in the back.

"Qualification: Top Tianjiao", the voice is like a morning bell in the evening, stirring in everyone's minds.

There was an uproar under the light curtain, and there were many discussions, and the boss of Revolver Wang Teng's eyes was open, and he was straight into the air.

reacted, more jealousy and killing intent.

Tuoba Hong under the black robe, with a strong sense of jealousy, originally thought that his prefecture-level talent was already amazing. ”

"Tianjiao, it has not appeared in the experience of the Quartet Domain."

Ye Tian didn't have too many surprises.

Wang Banxian is also, and secretly said in his heart, my family Mo'er is a person with heavenly arrogance and luck, which is comparable to your group of people.

Purple Kite was also surprised that she didn't expect Mo'er's talent to be so strong.

"Wang Banxian, sixteen years old, early stage of Gathering Star Realm, qualification, genius first product."

"Fuck, did you make a mistake, how can Lao Tzu's qualifications be just geniuses, Lao Tzu is at least a genius."

As soon as Wang Banxian heard the explosion, he completely forgot the scene just now, jumped up from the ground, and did not agree.

Pointing at the light curtain, watching everyone stunned.

Trialists, 10,000 grass and mud horses flew by in the bottom of my heart, are you discriminating against us?

The genius is not yet satisfied.

Especially Song Ming, the three of them are about to close themselves.

It's a fucking brazen show-off.

In the light curtain space of the Prison Heaven Sect, the corners of the Array Spirit's mouth twitched, if it weren't for the fact that your kid cultivated one of the top ten ancient arts.

This array spirit, fly to give you some color and take a look, forget it, save some face for your descendants.

Purple Kite, seventeen years old, in the early stage of the Gathering Star Realm, has a medium-grade qualification.

Fuck, what the fuck is this, four people, the child is a top genius, the sharp-beaked monkey is a genius with a scolding talent, and now even the yellow-looking woman is more talented than that of Tuoba Hong.

Tuoba Hong is also about to close himself, and his talent as a prefecture-level talent is in the limelight for a while.

But now his qualifications are in front of everyone, like a joke.

"Ye Tian, a beam of white light envelops Ye Tian, everyone is looking forward to it, this group of people is too extraordinary."

Even the array spirit himself is looking forward to it, and a few people seem to be the main one, so this guy must be extraordinary.

After waiting for a long time, no announcement came from the light curtain.

"Eh!, why is it stuck, is it because the qualifications are too poor, even Lord Array Spirit doesn't want to say it."

By the way, it should be like this, a few trialists with jealousy on their faces whispered.

"In the light curtain space, what's going on, why can't this kid's information be seen clearly, the array spirit looks left and right."

I only saw the light curtain shrouded in Ye Tian's soul silk, and the heavenly arrogance turned over the river and the sea.

Ye Tian, who was standing outside, was also wondering and looking forward to it.

With his own Yin Evil Body, his level will not be low, but he is afraid that the Divine Sealing Source in his body will be discovered by the array spirit.

If the array spirit wants to have a bad heart, then it will be finished for itself.

This Tiantian Stone has never failed when it was transported back by the owner, what is going on, the array spirit wondered.

By the way, the master said that the fate of many people in this world is immeasurable.

Finally, a voice came from the light curtain.

Ye Tian, cultivated to the middle stage of the True Yuan Realm, at the age of fifteen years and fifteen days, the purple kite's gaze looked at Ye Tian inexplicably and cautiously.

Qualifications are the first products of genius.

Wang Banxian stumbled in a row, almost fell to the ground, the first product of genius, with the arrogance of the sky, what about you play?

This spirit is sick, Brother Ye, what about this matter?, don't take it to heart.

I'm just a genius, Wang Banxian seems to have found comfort, and keeps comforting Ye Tian.

Just when the two of them were nauseated, a loud sound came.

"Meijun, age eighteen, mid-stage of the Yin Soul Realm, top qualifications."

The crowd was numb.

This talent is terrifying.

Some people rejoice, some people rejoice.

Below the mortal grade, ordinary trialists are ranked out of the door.

More than 3,000 people, after screening, walked nearly two-thirds, although they were unwilling, but in the heavens and ten thousand domains.