The blue-blue flames devoured the phantom in one fell swoop.

Shen Qingyi gently hooked his right hand, and the flames instantly turned into a giant palm, pinching the phantom.

The phantom finally senses that something is wrong with him.

That is the suppression of the Word!

But how can there be a Tao here?!

The phantom couldn't help but look at Sun Ying.

"Sun Win! It's you! It must be something you did! ”

Sun Ying looked at the crazy phantom, little by little, becoming more and more transparent.

Suddenly, I felt so happy.

That's right! Of course, the taste of being pressed by the neck and the head is not pleasant!

It was once they who were willing to sacrifice! Willing to be pinched on the head! Be willing to put down your pride!

But now?

It's they who don't keep their word!

"Is the bread of the Temple of the Holy Kings delicious? Look at who can save you now! Don't you like to respect the strong?! If you don't have to be weak, you should die! Sacrifice for the strong?! Look! Is the Temple of the Sacred Kings still powerful today?! Will it come to your rescue? For those of you who regard all things as nutrients, it's time for you to taste the feed of the 'weak' in this world! ”

The phantom struggled frantically, watching himself dissipate little by little, and the despair became more and more intense.

Finally, he was still a little uncontrollable.

"Nope! No! I know it's wrong! The Temple of the Holy Kings made me do this! The Holy King made me do this! Please! Please spare me! I also know a lot of things that will be useful to you! I also know that the Holy King's Temple wants to hunt down the rebels and use the Son of Fortune...... Uhh ”

"Bang!"

The phantom suddenly screamed in pain, wanting to say something more, but it was too late, and the entire figure exploded violently, turning into countless streamers.

Sun Ying gritted his teeth, but he was not surprised.

After all, this kind of method is indeed the style of the Holy King's Palace.

The streamer turned into a phantom shadow contains a very rich energy, Sun Ying recruited, and countless spiritual powers turned into thousands of threads of spiritual power, which were guided by Sun Ying little by little and injected into the secret realm of Huangquan.

"The Great Luo of the Worlds"

The Yellow Springs Secret Realm suddenly shook.

Fu Yuyao and Chu Jing, who were in a coma, violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

Sun Ying's eyes were indifferent, and he looked at the unconscious two lying on the ground unconscious.

With a sharp suck of spiritual power in his hand, he was about to suck the two of them into his palm.

Suddenly, the space was distorted, and the killing intent in Sun Ying's eyes boiled.

The huge book slapped hard at the place where the power of space was emanating.

"Boom!"

The space distorted, and Sun Ying clearly felt that the hand that stretched out from the void was seriously injured.

It's just that the hand is still stubbornly dragging the two of them into the void.

Sun Ying struck again, and the terrifying energy directly shattered the surrounding space, revealing a barren scene in the void.

That hand was as white as jade, as if it was carved from fine jade, but at this moment, the green tendons on it burst out, and there was even a faint black qi entangled.

"Flip!"

The book strangled towards the hand again.

When the book was only a foot away from the palm of his hand, a faint light appeared in the palm of his hand.

Seeing Sun Ying, who was faintly shining, his face couldn't help but change.

"Origin Power!"

That Origin Power also contained the breath of their Vast Sea Realm!

This is definitely the power of the origin of their Han Sea Realm, and there is a strong blood qi on it......

Sun Ying was furious.

"Temple of the Holy King! What a temple of the Holy King! ”

It was so cruel and cold-blooded, depriving a continent of its original power!

"Die!"

The power of the origin was blocked in front of the palm of his hand, which made Sun Ying extremely angry.