"They don't dare, because they're not strong enough!"

Ding Yan was indifferent and ruthless, as soon as his voice fell, one palm stretched out and pressed it with one hand.

A monstrous force spread out from his white palm, and the terrifying power of the primordial god was almost substantial. In this palm, all the martial artists did not feel the slightest existence of Yuan Force, as if there was no Yuan Force in Ding Yan's body.

The most fundamental power of a martial artist is to cultivate the Yuan Qi, compress it with the Yuan Qi, and become the True Yuan.

Among some big forces, there are some records of cultivation realms, if all the Yuan Force in a person's body disappears and is replaced by the power of the Yuan Shen, then this person has already comprehended the mystery of martial arts, and the artistic conception and martial arts runes are blended into one, becoming a generation of grandmasters!

The terrifying power seemed to tear apart the void, and the heavens and the earth changed color in an instant.

Although there are weather changes in the abyss of Sword Leaves, there is only day and night, and there has never been a change of rain.

Wow!

The endless raindrops, under Ding Yan's hand, were all compressed together and condensed into a giant hand transformed into a rainy day.

"Impossible!"

The three of them were shocked, the aura emanating from Ding Yan's body, they clearly felt that it was the aura of the early stage of the Condensing Truth Realm, but why was the strength of the other party's attack so strong?

"Nothing is impossible," Ding Yan stepped out.

Under one foot, the entire void seemed to collapse, and the violent vitality was scattered by Ding Yan's foot, and the endless power of the primordial gods spread out, and at this moment, the entire sky above the Great Demon Mountain was covered by Ding Yan's primordial power.

Above the void, the giant hand that emerged from the rain curtain was pressed down violently.

Ding Yan stood in the void, his black hair flew upside down, and his white right hand slapped at Jia Hao in front of him.

"Fight. ”

A trace of madness flashed in Jia Hao's eyes, Ding Yan's momentum was too strong, this palm, if you don't take it, you have to take it.

As soon as the hand was stretched, a rune appeared in the palm of the hand, and above the rune, two characters slowly appeared.

Xuanzhong runes, ground-level martial arts, between shots, gravity fills the void.

Jia Hao has practiced for a hundred years, and entered the Condensation Realm ten years ago, and the Xuanzhong runes in his body have already been condensed to the Great Perfection, in the hands of the Yuan Shen in his Purple Mansion, a rune of earthy yellow se kept beating, and a heavy force emanated from the runes.

There was a trace of ripples in the void, and a huge rune rose in the wind, turning into a palm that covered the sky, and above the palm, the word 'Xuanzhong' kept changing.

The warriors at the foot of the mountain only felt that their bodies sank, as if a huge mountain peak was pressing on their bodies, and those with low strength were even pressed to the ground.

"It's so strong, is this the primordial divine coercion of the powerhouse of the Condensing Truth Realm?"

Some martial artists who thought they were geniuses looked at the battle in the void in shock, in the past, when they were still in the half-step Spirit Realm, they were often able to skip the level of challenges, even if they faced the lower level of the Spirit Realm martial artists, they could also escape from their hands.

This made them quite confident in their hearts, thinking that one day, once they reached the consummation of the Spirit Realm, they would be able to escape from the hands of the powerhouses of the Condensing Truth Realm.

But now, all of them were filled with fear in their hearts, and the means of condensing the true realm were like gods and men, and they could suppress heaven and earth with one palm.

Bang!

The huge Yuan Qi storm began to spread, and the Great Demon Mountain, which was several hundred meters high, instantly began to split, and then turned into powder, blowing with the wind, dissipating into the void.

A figure flew upside down from the void and slammed into the ground, smashing the ground into a bottomless pit, which was terrifying.

The terrifying power spread in all directions, and cracks appeared densely under the feet of all the warriors like spider webs.

"The spiritual power is starting to weaken, it must be fast"

In the void, Ding Yan stepped out and instantly came to the stunned Beto.

Five fingers poked out, a round of yin and yang flashed from the palm of his hand, and endless vitality was used frantically from all directions, and the entire sword leaf abyss was shaking, and a surging force spread out.

In a haze, Beto seemed to see a huge yin-yang grinding disc that appeared behind Ding Yan. Yin and Yang swirled, and a huge palm stretched out from it, and slammed into Beto's body.

"Strip!"

The indifferent and ruthless words resounded throughout the void, and everyone was horrified to see that in their eyes, Venerable Beto, who existed like a god and a man, his whole body writhed wildly, and immediately, a small milky white phantom flew out from the top of Beto's head and was grabbed by Ding Yan in his hand.

Ye Yun's face changed greatly, and his eyes looked at the milky white phantom in horror, it was the primordial spirit in the body of the martial artist of the Condensing Truth Realm, and it was actually directly extracted by Ding Yan, and the other party did not have the slightest power to resist.

It's terrible, run.

Ye Yun's Yuan Shen power operated, and the shape of his whole body changed, gradually fading, turning into a black shadow, and disappearing in the sky above the Great Demon Mountain in an instant.

"Don't kill me, let me go, I'm willing to swear by the Tao, willing to be your pawn, don't kill me!"

The milky white phantom struggled in horror, begging for mercy at Ding Yan.

Ding Yan rolled his eyes, didn't even look at Beto, casually crushed Beto's primordial spirit, pinched his fingers, and took out a patterned ring from the other party's body.

"The spiritual power is starting to fade, and I can't stay for long. Looking at Jia Hao, who was beaten into the ground, Ding Yan decisively gave up his plan to continue killing, and with a step, a round of yin and yang phantoms appeared at his feet, and the whole person disappeared in an instant.

In just a short moment, the three Great Condensing True Realm Venerables died, escaped, and were seriously injured!

"Good, so strong!"

"Who the hell is this person, who is this person, why haven't you seen him?"

"Could it be that he came out of the Holy Land of the Eastern Regions? Impossible, this kind of majesty, I have never heard of such a number one person in the Eastern Regions Sect!"

"Could it be the loose cultivation of the Eastern Regions!"

There are some connections between warriors and warriors, and the Eastern Regions, with its vast territory and long history, there are countless legends, numerous sects, and scattered cultivators.

In the Shinto Continent, the Eastern Regions has always been the most powerful domain in the entire Shinto Continent, with unfathomable heritage, countless strong people, holy places abound, many sects, and rumors are even more powerful at the domain master's level.

"Oh no, once something happens to the three venerables, the Sword Leaf Abyss will no longer be safe at all, we have to leave quickly, otherwise, everyone will be buried in the belly of the demon beast. ”

Some warriors reacted, and they ran towards the abyss of the sword leaf in the market town in a panic, and escaped from the abyss of the sword leaf with the help of the space gap there.

It's a pity that as soon as they acted, they found a powerful demonic aura coming from all directions.

Roar!!!!!!!

A terrifying roar shook the entire void, and countless Yuan Qi began to tumble violently, and circles of spatial ripples rippled along the Yuan Qi.

Burst!

The martial artist with low strength was tumbling with blood and a mouthful of blood spurting out, looking at the void with a pale expression, with panic in his eyes.

"It's an eighth-level demon beast, a two-winged roaring tiger!"

A giant black tiger with bones and wings on its back appeared in front of everyone.

"It's over, without the Venerable of the Condensation Realm, all of us will die!"

Everyone was desperate, these people, the strongest cultivators, were only in the upper level of the Spirit Realm, and they were 108,000 miles away from the Condensation Realm, and in the face of the eighth-level demon beasts, they did not have the slightest power to resist