"Presumptuous!" everyone in the audience cheered in unison, and the momentum was amazing.

"Let your mother go! A group of old things eat old things and stick to the rules, is what you think right? What you don't see and don't understand is wrong? Who taught you the truth? What cultivator alliance? A bunch of pretentious rabble! Do you think you are the truth, standing on this Shennong Mountain, and saying a random bullshit is the great way?" Jiang Ming stood up, stretched out his hand and pointed at everyone present, impassioned.

For a while, hundreds of people were silently captured by his momentum.

The little fat man stood aside, forcibly holding back a smile, and his face was red.

Jiang Ming responded to the world when Qin Guo waved his hand, and the mountains and rivers were shattered at the slightest thought, and millions of soldiers and civilians regarded him as the god of war, and they had already developed the momentum of looking down on the world unconsciously.

"Boy, are you looking for death?" Suddenly, a grand force smashed down from the top of Jiang Ming's head, suppressing Jiang Ming's foothold like a mountain. Before the strength arrived, Jiang Ming's seven orifices were bleeding, and his legs, which were still trembling, bent downward involuntarily, and his bones creaked.

Jiang Ming endured it and didn't fall, even if he was crushed by this momentum, he had to stand.

Blood was pressed out of the corners of his eyes, his vision began to turn blood-red, his nose and mouth were filled with the smell of salt, and the bones of his whole body had begun to bend sideways. The whole body took on a strange zigzag shape, and it became more and more obvious, but he still gritted his teeth coldly and stared ahead.

All of this is instantaneous, and there is no room for others to react. The little fat man on the side saw that the situation was wrong and wanted to step forward to help, but he found that he had been separated by an invisible coercion, and he couldn't get close to Jiang Ming within a foot.

The little fat man yelled, and he was about to step forward with thunder and lightning all over his body, but he was directly ignored by that energy, and he couldn't get close no matter how he acted. He and Jiang Ming seemed to be in two worlds at the moment, although they could see Jiang Ming, they were firmly isolated by the invisible Yuan Force.

Jiang Ming's mouth was full of blood, his momentum was unabated, he exhausted all the strength of his body, gritted his teeth coldly and said: "What's the matter? The dignified Shennong Mountain Cultivator Alliance, the debate is not enough? Is it going to overwhelm people with power? It's really a good skill, bold!"

His voice was painfully low, but it was enough for the group of high-level cultivators present to hear it.

A mouthful of blood gushed out like a spring water when he spoke, and in a moment, his body and consciousness had begun to be dark and cold, and the cold and arrogant golden figure in the sea of divine consciousness had also begun to alternate between light and dark, as if the fire of the primordial spirit would be extinguished at any time.

A powerhouse above the Divine Dao Realm, with a casual blow, has such power...

"Damn, these old shameless people..."

Jiang Ming felt that he was really facing death at this time, but the residual consciousness was asking himself why he didn't take the opportunity to say a few more words and give this group of short-sighted people a vigorous bloody head.

Jiang Ming struggled to turn around a little, looking at the little fat man who was isolated and roaring, his heart was warm. He wanted to curl the corners of his mouth slightly and leave a strong smile on the little fat man before he died, but he found that he couldn't do it at all.

Cultivators who have transcended the Shinto realm, with their invisible elemental power, seem to strike at will, and have created an absolute "realm" for them. He could see the little fat man roaring and roaring, and he could see him surrounded by thunder and rolling clouds, and they were so close that they couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation...

"Isolation..."Jiang Ming's mind was dizzy, and his consciousness gradually became addicted, and at this time, the light of the primordial god in the sea of divine consciousness seemed to have realized something one step ahead of him...

A little bit of starlight lit up in Jiang Ming's dim sea of divine consciousness, two, three, four, five... One by one...

Jiang Mingyuanshen, who was sitting under the tree, emitted countless golden points of light from his back, flying towards the sky above his Divine Consciousness Sea like fireflies, and then they were staggered and arranged. Straight golden rays of the primordial spirit shot out from the first golden point of light, and then shot into the second golden light, the light diverged infinitely, and the golden points of light seemed to be connected together irregularly.

Suddenly, the entire sea of divine consciousness seemed to be filled with countless stars connected by golden straight lines, and a simple and powerful array quickly formed in the sky above Jiang Ming's sea of divine consciousness.

On the right side of Jiang Mingyuanshen, a dark blue dragon who was sleeping cross-legged opened his eyes suddenly, and the dragon's body was straight: "I'm your uncle's immortal banban, you kid still want to pit the old dragon me?"

But after the big array was formed, it didn't go down to suppress him, but went straight up, directly rushing out of Jiang Ming's Divine Sense Sea, and then appeared directly above his head.

An incomparable insulating force spread out around the Baihui acupoint on the top of Jiang Ming's head, and as Jiang Mingsheng slowly stood up with the strength he carried, the invisible energy gradually lifted up.

At this time, the person who shot had already arrived, it was an old man with white hair and white beard in green clothes, the seal in his hand was not scattered, the five fingers of his left hand were open, and his arm was obviously pressing down. He was struggling to press down Jiang Ming's gradually straightened waist again.

But he immediately found that he couldn't do it anymore, and at this time, the young man who looked extremely miserable had just risen an inexplicable yuan force, which was actually resisting his strength little by little, and rising inch by inch, taking off his invisible strength.

"What? What is this? He, a small early stage cultivator of the Divine Dao Realm, is an ant-like existence to us, and can actually hold up Chu Zhongtian's suppression?" someone in the crowd of people sitting in the circle exclaimed.

The isolation around Jiang Ming had been broken by the Yuanshen Great Array at this time, and he felt all this very clearly. The little fat man, who was originally attached to the outside of the isolation qi, pounced directly on him, and immediately put Jiang Ming's left hand on his shoulder and slowly carried him up.

No matter how Chu Zhongtian tried the pressure, the big array was not affected in the slightest, as Jiang Ming's body stood up straight, the shroud paused three feet above his head, and the bottom of the big array became an absolute "field," Chu Zhongtian tried his best and still couldn't reach it.

Jiang Ming put his hand into the black sac around his waist, the Taiji diagram in his body was running, frantically absorbing the power of the Yuan Stone, repairing the damage in his body, his blood qi was rapidly recovering, his eyes gradually became bright, and his complexion began to slowly turn from pale to bloody.

He turned his gaze to Chu Zhongtian on the right: "Are you from the Chu State? It seems that I am still going to destroy the Chu State!"

Chu Zhongtian was furious when he heard this, and he broke off, and his two palms came out together, his hands folded, and he was about to smash Jiang Ming's palm!

"Enough! Isn't it shameful enough? More than 100 people besieged a teenager, and they still have the face to do it? Shennongshan's face is about to be lost by you!"

An old man in gray appeared in the middle of the clearing out of thin air, standing between Jiang Ming and the white-haired old man due north, he didn't even look at Chu Zhongtian.

"Feng Lao!" everyone stood up and saluted, respectfully.

"And you, narrow-minded, get out of the way!" Old Feng slapped the back of his hand, and Chu Zhongtian, who was already trembling on the side, was slapped away by him, biting his lip and not even daring to scream, he was fanned to the edge of the cliff like a dead dog and fell quietly.

Jiang Ming and the little fat man were overjoyed when they saw the old man. Jiang Ming's heart was relieved, and the formation above his head immediately dissipated into invisibility, and he suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and he almost fainted.

The dark blue dragon in the sea of his divine consciousness was already so frightened that the scales of his whole body stood up, the dragon's beard was even more straight to the sky, and the dragon's mouth was wide open, so he calmed down in fright, and quickly made up a yawn to relieve the embarrassment.

"I'm scared to death Uncle Long, boy, if you fix me again, I'll fight Long Yuan and smash your Ya Yuan Shen!" A frightened complaint echoed weakly in the sea of Jiang Ming's divine consciousness.