All the Dongze Sanxiu looked at this scene from afar, and they were all shocked and stood in place.

The black tide-like demons screamed and retreated, and at this time, no Battle Saint Secret Treasure was more important than their own lives.

And the fourteen seven-star demon kings and the ten Dongze War Venerables who were watching this scene from a distance stood in place, swallowing their saliva in unison, their faces full of shock.

But what is even more terrifying is that after the War Saint Phantom who was thousands of miles away shot the frog to death, he slowly raised his head, looked at this side with a cold gaze, raised his big hand again, ignored the spatial distance, and took a picture from afar.

"Let's go!!"

"Grass!"

"Run!!"

Laugh at!

After the fourteen seven-star demon kings all shivered, they roared, turned around and rushed towards the demon realm.

But the huge palm slapped by the War Saint Phantom, far away, still appeared above their heads.

Even the palm prints on the palm can be seen clearly, and the mountains and rivers are transformed on the palm, just like the world in the palm, the mystery is boundless, and the power is shocking.

The Nine Dongze Zhanzun looked up at the huge palm phantom above their heads, and involuntarily gathered together in shock.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine!"

Only the Iron Prison Warrior held his chest high and took a step forward, with no fear on his face.

The giant palm pressed, the space collapsed, the mountains and rivers in the palm overturned, and the momentum of the sky collapse was unmatched, even if the Zhanzun powerhouse was under such a slap, there was no way out.

Rumble!

The fourteen-headed seven-star demon king, the seven heads took a step slower, and when the giant palm was pressed, before he left the territory of Dongze Great Lake, his head was instantly smashed by the falling giant palm, and his body was pressed into the bottom of the lake.

Boom!

Once again, there was a huge puddle above the lake.

The ten Dongze Zhanzun stood in place in a cold sweat, and the world-shattering giant palm also fell from the top of their heads, but it did not cause them any harm.

Boom!

Rao is Iron Prison Zhanzun's face was also slightly pale, and he swallowed his saliva fiercely, and he looked at the slowly flat lake, where the corpses of seven huge island-like seven-star demon kings suddenly emerged.

"The power of a saint is like the wrath of the heavens!" one of the Dongze Zhan Venerables sighed faintly.

After the Sage Phantom Shadow killed the eight-headed seven-star demon king, his palm was lowered, his eyes slowly closed, and his flying illusory robe also calmed down.

Just like the gray-robed old man sitting on the white stone island, his hands pressed to his knees, his eyes closed, his head bowed slightly, and he rested.

The chaos invaded by the beast tide was only half an hour, and by the time all the monsters and ghosts cried wolf and withdrew from Dongze, everyone was still in a trance like a dream......

Han Ming perfectly missed the sight of watching the saint's shot, and he didn't know how long he had been sinking at the bottom of the lake, and when he opened his eyes, his whole body felt like he was torn.

Killing words, suppressing words, and devouring words, in order to eliminate the power of the Dao rules that broke into his body, he was tired and dull, and his mind was depressed.

Zhen Zi and Devouring Words, Han Ming can still understand, and the killing word still didn't take advantage of the danger of others, which made him a little impressed.

"Boy, it's not safe here, go back to Jintang Island first. The murderous tone, which has always been vigorous, said tiredly.

Han Ming used the vitality in his body, and the soles of his feet lightly stepped on the lake, and the whole person floated towards the lake.

When he stepped out of the water, he saw that there was no longer half a figure around the entire Sage Phantom, and the surface of the lake was full of blood, full of corpses of various humans and demon beasts.

And the gray-robed old man sitting on the white stone island was burning with a colorful holy fire at this time, and there was a faint chorus of sad songs between heaven and earth, ethereal and ethereal.

"The normal death of the War Saint will have this step, the whole process of death is called, the Holy Fall, some of the Holy Fall will last for a year or two, some of the Holy Fall will last for a hundred years, and some will even reach 10,000 years," the killing word looked at the multicolored flames burning on the gray-robed old man's body through Han Ming's body, as if thinking of a long past, and there was a slight sadness in his voice.

"That'...... How long does he have left?!" Han Ming asked in a lost voice.

Killing replied: "Looking at the speed of burning, I'm afraid it will only last for two years!"

After killing the eight seven-star demons, someone noticed that the luster of the Sage's phantom seemed to be half dimmed.

So this news exploded in the entire Dongze, if the Sage Phantom suddenly shattered one day, wouldn't the demon clan have to make a comeback.

Dongze scattered cultivators are in danger and panic.

This is especially true of Jintang Island, after all, there are rumors that Han Ming, the owner of Jintang Island, was killed by the owner of Fuming Island, and almost everyone who returned from the War Saint Phantom nodded with certainty.

If Han Ming is really killed by the owner of Fuming Island, then Jintang Island will face drastic changes again.

For a while, the entire Jintang Island was gloomy, and many of the girls from Longgong Island who came with Liuliu were discussing returning to Longhu Island.

But under such circumstances, Han Ming staggered back to Jintang Island.

Although he looked extremely weak and his face was extremely sallow, as if he only had one breath, the whole Jintang Island was settled down by his return.

Liuliu wanted to ask Han Ming what was going on, but after seeing Han Ming's situation, he still arranged an absolutely safe and closed secret room for Han Ming as soon as possible, as well as the healing elixirs handed over by the major island owners.

"Island Master, you can recuperate in peace, everything on the island has me!" Liuliu clenched his little fist and said firmly.

"Okay, I'm going to close the dead, and don't disturb me until someone tries to force their way through the island. After Han Ming explained Liuliu, he beckoned Ning Haoran to come to him.

"Master!" Ning Haoran looked at Han Ming worriedly, but he felt helplessly that he was too useless to help Han Ming.

"After my retreat, Liuliu will arrange to manage Jintang Island and the jurisdiction of Jintang Island," Han Ming said this, and handed over the Water Dragon Cave Ze Array to Ning Haoran, and continued: "And you, you have to harden Lao Tzu, remember, talent is not the key to everything, your accumulation is already strong enough, finally, I will say one more word, protect Jintang Island and all the people who trust you!"

"Yes, Master!" Ning Haoran held the talisman of the Water Dragon Cave Array in both hands, his eyes turned red, and his nose was sour.

He and Han Ming have only been together for half a year, but in the past six months, not only Han Ming's profound knowledge of the Fu Array, but also Han Ming's tireless and unreserved teaching in daily teaching, has made him truly admire and be impressed.

More importantly, he knew that he was ignorant above the talisman array, but Han Ming had never been bored with it, but was extremely patient to answer all his doubts.

Now, Han Ming's words are quite a bit of a lonely meaning, and he can no longer bear the sourness in his heart.

After Han Ming patted Ning Haoran on the shoulder, he turned around and walked into the secret room, six heavy secret room gates slowly fell, and the darkness slowly swallowed his figure.

"How bad is the situation?!" Although Han Ming was clear, he still asked with a solemn face.

"The root bones have all been shattered, if you don't have the power to renew the root bones for you again, I'm afraid that in this life, you can only stop the battle king rank!"

The power in the mouth of the killing word is naturally a powerhouse of the rank of the war saint, but in the entire human race realm, the number of war saints is definitely not more than ten.

The only old battle saint of Baishi who has something to do with Han Ming has also fallen, in fact, to put it bluntly, Han Ming is basically hopeless.

This time it seems to be completely cold!

"Oh!" Han Ming replied lightly, with no disappointment on his face.