"This fellow Daoist, that Thunder Mist Ancient Hall can't even refine our and other immortal cultivators, let alone these cultivators of the Tribulation and Mahayana Stages. They are the cornerstones of all sects and sects, if you search for their souls, I am afraid that the path will be ruined, and please raise your noble hand. After all, the Blood God Son stood up, hugged his fist at Luo Pengtian, and said in a sincere tone.

He could feel that Luo Pengtian's strength was far superior to his own, but everyone was in the Earth Immortal Realm, even if the other party wanted to do something to him because he came out to dissuade him, he was confident that he could escape.

As one of the two Earth Immortal Ancestors of the Blood Dao Sect, there was only so much he could do.

Luo Pengtian swept the Blood God Son with cold eyes, and snorted coldly: "I have searched for souls today, and those who are not satisfied can take action against me." Wait for you to rush up, but I want to see what the monks of the original omen are capable of. ”

As he spoke, Luo Pengtian made a gesture with both hands, and two of the trialists were already sucked in front of him.

The two trialists were frightened, and their eyes were full of begging for mercy.

Luo Pengtian coldly pressed his palms on the eyebrows of the two of them, and brazenly began to search for souls.

Under the suppression of his realm, the two of them could not resist in the slightest way, and their terrified eyes quickly became dull and gray.

If the process of soul searching is carried out carefully and slowly, although it will cause the same damage to the monk, it will not cause irreversible serious damage.

However, Luo Pengtian was so anxious at this time, where would he care about the safety of the two ants in his palm, and directly searched in the other party's memory quickly and rudely.

In just a moment, Luo Pengtian ended the soul search, and the two monks collapsed weakly on the ground and passed out directly.

In this situation, even if they are rescued, they are still idiots.

In the crowd, the faces of the sect elders where these two monks belonged were sad and indignant. They knew that the future of their sect had been ruined by this demon.

The hundreds of cultivators who were intercepted by Luo Pengtian looked terrified and wanted to escape, but they were trapped in Luo Pengtian's powerful realm, and they couldn't move an inch at all, and escaping for their lives could only be an extravagant hope.

Luo Pengtian gestured his hands again with an expressionless face, and immediately two more monks were sucked in front of him.

The Blood God Son's expression suddenly changed greatly, and among the people who were captured this time, one of them was Lu Boyang, the only day after his Blood Dao Sect's fruitful achievements remained.

Lu Boyang is a third-level Mahayana cultivator, but in front of Luo Pengtian, he also has no ability to resist.

"Fellow Daoist, this is the hope of my Blood Dao Sect for the future, please raise your noble hand, my Blood Dao Sect is grateful. Blood God Ziqiang pressed the anger in his heart, and stubbornly clenched his fists to Luo Pengtian again and said.

He was an earth immortal power, and he was already one of the top existences in the original Zhaoxing, and he had never begged someone so in such a low voice.

Luo Pengtian's anger was even greater at this time, he had been delayed by the void vortex for several months, and he was already ashamed of his master. If he couldn't find out the whereabouts of the Thunder Mist Ancient Hall as soon as possible, he would really be dead.

"I'll search for the soul, if you have a kind, just fight with me, don't talk nonsense!" Luo Pengtian replied arrogantly, leaving no face for the Blood God Son.

With that, he once again pressed his hands to the eyebrows of the two monks.

"It's too much to deceive people, let's go together!"

The Blood God Son finally couldn't help it, and sacrificed his natal magic weapon, the Blood Drinking Sword, and rushed towards Luo Pengtian.

Someone took the lead, and the powerhouses of other sects finally stood up. For a while, more than 100 people pounced on Luo Pengtian together.

Luo Pengtian sneered, raised his hand, and offered a golden gong above his head. As soon as the golden gong was sacrificed, it released ten thousand golden rays of light, completely enveloping Luo Pengtian in it.

The fierce attacks of hundreds of Mahayana powerhouses were all resisted by this golden light shield.

The Blood God Son gasped and exclaimed, "Immortal weapon, medium-grade immortal weapon!"

Even ordinary low-grade immortal weapons are difficult to resist the simultaneous siege of so many strong people, and it is obvious that this golden gong sacrificed by the other party is definitely an existence that surpasses the lower-grade immortal weapons.

Luo Pengtian lightly blocked everyone's blow, and slammed into the leading Blood God Son with a punch.

A huge fist shadow quickly flew towards the Blood God Son, and the latter's realm suddenly became shattered under the impact of this fist shadow.

The Blood God Son looked horrified, and had to return his sword to resist the attack of the fist shadow.

The Blood God Sword slammed into the fist shadow, but in the next moment, it shattered and fell apart.

This Blood God Sword is a low-grade early stage immortal weapon, and it can be described as the treasure of the Blood Dao Sect. Now it was just a fist shadow that was smashed by someone's hand, and the difference in strength between the two sides can be seen.

After the fist shadow shattered the Blood God Sword, it continued to bombard the Blood God Son. The latter's soul was in a big rage, and he immediately used his body to flee away.

After an instant, the figure of the Blood God Son appeared more than ten thousand miles away. Before he could catch his breath, the shadow of the fist appeared behind him again, and a punch slammed into his body.

The immortal weapons were all shattered by the fist shadow, not to mention the people.

The Blood God Son screamed miserably, and his body collapsed, but he barely escaped from the Yuan Shen.

The anger in Luo Pengtian's heart could not be calmed by just killing a Blood God Son. He turned his palm into a knife and suddenly sharpened a huge semi-circular arc of the sword, roaring towards the hundred or so Mahayana monks who were attacking him around him.

The haze of death hung over everyone, and the eyes of many were already filled with despair.

This demonic being was far more powerful than they could have realized, and they had no power to contend with it.

At this moment, a huge whisk of dust suddenly flew out of the sky, and the flying silk threads turned into a large net covering the sky and the sun, intercepting the semi-circular knife arc blasted out by Luo Pengtian at the last moment.

It should be said that these silk threads also turned into sharp blades like knives, breaking Luo Pengtian's knife arc into many parts, thus disintegrating his offensive.

It was only at this time that everyone saw that there was already an extra saber-toothed black tiger with two wings on its back in the field, and the dust was sacrificed by an old man with white eyebrows riding on the back of the tiger.

The moment they saw the white-eyed old man, the expressions of many of the older monks in the audience suddenly became extremely excited.

"I'll wait to see Muzun. ”

Soon, many monks paid respectful respects to the white-eyed old man.

This white-eyed old man is none other than the ancestor of the Earth Immortals of the Northern Xuan Holy Land, and the Mu Xinghai of the Great Perfection of the Earth Immortal Realm.

Mu Xinghai has been enlightened for many years, and his legend can even be traced back to 70,000 or 80,000 years ago.

He is not only the number one powerhouse of the Northern Xuan Holy Land, but also the guardian of the Northern Xuan Holy Land.

There have been several times in history when the Immortal Cultivator Nether attacked the Yuan Zhaoxing. These arrogant and domineering immortal figures thought that they could do whatever they wanted in the cultivation realm, some of them viciously wanted to refine the original Zhaoxing, and some wanted to use the weak rules of heaven and earth in the cultivation realm to refine important treasures such as the small world.

As a result, these immortal cultivators were either driven away by Mu Xinghai's heavy blows, or were ruthlessly killed by him.

In the Immortal Realm, Mu Xinghai's cultivation may not be ranked at all, but under the rules of heaven and earth in the Cultivation Realm, he is the top-level existence. Even if a divine dragon came, it could only be coiled in front of him.

Luo Pengtian's pupils shrank slightly, and judging from Mu Xinghai's move just now, he realized that he had finally encountered an opponent who could compete with him slightly.