Chapter 861: Turning Hands into Clouds, Turning Hands into Rain

The Iron Armor Tribe seemed to have heard some rumors, and when they saw Ye Ning and the others coming, they did not step forward to meet the enemy, but instead opened their formations and defended with all their might under the leadership of a king.

Seeing Ye Ning's indifferent expression, the king violently sensed that a huge danger was coming, and this danger was definitely not something that a newcomer to the king like him could fight. He said angrily: "Who is coming? Stop! This is the territory of the Iron Armor Department of the Wei Clan, and no foreign tribe can invade it!"

"Haha. Ye Ning looked up to the sky and laughed, and said, "Joke! This place belongs to our clan's True Yang Sect, when will it become the territory of the Wei clan? Ye Mou adheres to the will of heaven and bestows you with death!"

After saying that, he gently raised his right hand and pressed it down sharply.

The huge and incomparably large spiritual power gathered and instantly condensed into a huge and incomparably large palm in the sky above Jilong Mountain, slowly squeezing it. The finger bones are white, and even permeated with a faint fragrance. However, there were countless jet-black whirlpools jumping above the palms, which were filled with chaotic power, and only a trace of leaking out made people tremble and give birth to an irresistible sense of fear.

The face of the king of the Iron Armor Department was pale, he knew that he would not be spared this time, but he was unwilling to retreat and wanted to make a last stand. He roared angrily: "Ironclad tribesmen, life and death are just around the corner, help me with all your might!"

"No!" 200,000 people responded with all their might: "My king is mighty!"

A force gathered on the mountain protection array of the Iron Armor Department, and the king of the Iron Armor Department even changed the body of the Wei Clan, up to five zhang, operating the formation with all his might. A huge white tortoise shell that was incomparably hard appeared out of thin air, winning towards the palm of the top of Jilong Mountain.

"Interesting. Ye Ning said with a smile: "Yunyan, I didn't expect this ironclad tribe to have a lot of research on the way of formation, and this array can actually summon the ancient beast Baiyan Xuanwu, which is indeed rare." ”

Yun Yan said: "It's a pity, the Baiyan Xuanwu summoned by this array is flashy and unrealistic, I'm afraid it can only wield thirty percent of its defensive power, and if it is against an ordinary void immortal, it can indeed resist the past." It's a pity that they are facing the master. ”

Ye Ning smiled: "Yes." ”

His mind moved, and the jade palm in the middle of the air suddenly turned over, and suddenly, the jet-black vortex in his palm poured down like a torrential rain, crackling and falling on Bai Yan Xuanwu's back. At first, the turtle shell could still resist for a moment, but with the continuous erosion of the chaotic power, the phantom of the turtle shell continued to fade until it turned into the aura of heaven and earth and returned to nature. Like thunder, the jet-black vortex fell on the heads of the 200,000 people of the Wei Clan's Iron Armor Department, killing and injuring a large number of people in an instant. Ten breaths later, only the king was still struggling. It's a pity that even if he turns red with an old face, countless wounds have been exposed on his body, and it is only a matter of time before he falls.

"Die!"

Ye Ning shouted violently, and a jet black lightning suddenly burst out of his overturned palm, slamming into the king's head.

It's overwhelming!

The king's body that was hit continued to twitch, and the original five-zhang tall body was constantly squeezed, and after a while, it turned into ashes, and only a bright color of the Wei Clan was suspended in mid-air.

There was silence all around. At this point, the 200,000 Wei Clan's ironclad tribe was wiped out in the middle of Ye Ning's palm, and none of them were spared.

With a slight slap of his palm in the air, countless large and small Wei clans flew up, fell into the palm of his hand, and were collected by Ye Ning and included in the storage ring.

Looking at the chicken coop mountain that had been flattened by one layer, Ye Ning sighed and continued to walk forward.

(End of chapter)