Suddenly, a huge and incomparable pressure was pressed down from the air in an instant, falling on the disciples of the Lingyun Sect.

When this pressure fell on his body, Bai Hao only felt that his breathing was stagnant, his chest was extremely depressed, a mouthful of blood was spit out in an instant, and the spiritual power in his body was extremely chaotic, wantonly impacting Bai Hao's meridians, and severe pain came.

However, at this time, Bai Hao didn't care about all this at all, and the moment he felt this pressure, Bai Hao raised his head and looked into the air.

I saw that in the middle of the air, there was an extremely vague figure standing there quietly, looking down on all this, and then a voice as grand as the power of heaven came: "Holding the metaphor of the Heavenly Dao, the Lingyun Sect has stolen the weapon of sin without authorization, and its heart can be punished, so it will be punished and the Lingyun Sect will be destroyed to show the world." ”

The moment this voice fell, all the disciples' faces changed instantly, and the disciples didn't care about the huge pressure in the air and the injuries in their bodies, and a flash of spiritual light flashed one after another, and they all sacrificed their magic weapons.

Looking at this scene, the image in the air let out a sigh, and then, under the gaze of everyone, a huge golden palm fell from the sky and slapped at the Lingyun Sect disciple below.

As soon as the palm fell, the color of the heavens and the earth changed, and the spiritual power within a radius of thousands of miles was swallowed up, and they poured into the huge palm in the sky, and the texture on the golden palm appeared, and the spiritual power meridians operated as if they were real palms.

The palm of his hand was pressed, and the first thing that came was a huge spiritual pressure, which pressed on the many disciples in an instant, impacting the disciples and vomiting blood, and some disciples couldn't even stand under this spiritual pressure, and their bodies were directly pressed to the ground.

Looking at the golden palm that was slowly pressed down in the air, the corners of Bai Hao's mouth showed a touch of bitterness, and there was a touch of despair in his eyes, Bai Hao did not take out any spiritual weapons from the storage bag, because Bai Hao knew that in the face of such a blow, any resistance he could do was in vain.

Just like those disciples now, just the little spiritual pressure carried by the golden palm was enough to crush them to the point that they couldn't stand, not to mention the true power of the giant palm.

Bai Hao didn't run away, facing this palm that encompasses a radius of 100 miles, where can Bai Hao escape?

There is no way to escape, and there is nowhere to escape, in front of Yuanying Zhenjun, any resistance made by a group of Qi Refining Stage disciples is a joke, just like a mayfly shaking a tree, and a mantis arm is used as a car, what's the use, not to mention the dozens of Qi Refining Stage disciples around Bai Hao, even if this number is expanded by a hundredfold, a thousand, or ten thousand, it is useless at all.

Yuanying Zhenjun is already beyond the scope of manpower, and compared with the disciples of the Qi Refining Period, the life level is not at the same level, and the crowd tactics are useless at all.

In the short moment that Bai Hao was thinking, all the Lingyun Sect disciples present had already fallen one after another, except for him, no one on the ground could stand, even Bai Hao, at this time, he felt that his breath was not running smoothly, it was difficult to breathe, and the spiritual power in his body was extremely sluggish and unable to operate.

What made the disciples even more desperate was that even so, what they were facing was still only the spiritual pressure carried by the golden giant palm, and the true power contained in the giant palm was not exposed to them at all.

"Huh?" There seemed to be a surprised voice in the sky, and in the next moment, Bai Hao only felt a great force sweeping over his body, his eyes glazed, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared in the sky above the Hidden Sword Gorge.

Before Bai Hao came back to his senses, he only heard a loud "boom", Bai Hao's body instantly froze in mid-air, turned around and lowered his head with difficulty, Bai Hao raised his eyes, and saw that under that palm, the Tibetan Sword Gorge had disappeared without a trace.

What was left there was only a huge palm print, hundreds of zhang in circumference and hundreds of meters deep, seeing this scene, Bai Hao couldn't help but feel a touch of sadness and a chill in his heart.

Under such a palm, where are there still the figures of those dozens of disciples, there is no blood, what blood is not cold, there are no bones, and what bones are not cold, under such a blow, nothing will be left, nothing will be left.

Whether it is blood or bones, or a magic weapon, everything is annihilated, this is the power of Yuanying Zhenjun's blow, just like the gap between man and god, and just now, Bai Hao will almost become the soul in that palm print.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Bai Hao was silent, this was the first time Bai Hao saw Yuanying Zhenjun make a move, there were no cumbersome tricks, and there were no gorgeous spells, just a simple single palm, one palm fell, the heavens and the earth changed, and the living beings fell, this palm forcibly erased the entire Tibetan Sword Gorge, compared to it, those disciples of the Lingyun Sect seemed to be just incidental.

Feeling the gaze behind him, Bai Hao didn't look back, he knew very well that at this time, his life was in the hands of the person behind him, and even now Bai Hao didn't know whether the person was a man or a woman, a demon or a demon, Bai Hao only knew that at this time, he was like a little worm, and life and death were all in the thought of the person behind him.

Bai Hao suppressed the deep sadness in his heart, slowly turned around, and took the appearance of this Yuanying Zhenjun into his eyes for the first time.

An ordinary old man, with frost-white hair and long beard, an old face full of ravines, and a simple green robe, he restrained his momentum like an ordinary old man.

But it was such an old man, who smoothed out the entire Tibetan Sword Gorge with one palm, and those bright and deep eyes fell on Bai Hao's body, Bai Hao only felt that all his secrets seemed to be penetrated, and he saw through everything about Bai Hao at a glance.

The old man raised his eyes to look at Bai Hao, just looked at it slightly, and then slowly spoke: "It turns out that it is the way of sword cultivation, but it is a little interesting little guy, the spiritual root is inferior, it is not easy to come to this point." ”

Immediately afterwards, the old man changed his tone of regret, "It's a pity, it's a talent, but the child's order has been issued, and the Qiankun Pearl is not on you, since this is the case, you can only blame your life for not being good." ”

When the words fell, the old man raised his hand and pointed at Bai Hao lightly, and in an instant, Bai Hao's body shook suddenly, only to feel that his divine sense exploded instantly, his aura collapsed, and his dantian was directly shattered as if it had been torn apart by life.

A mouthful of blood spit out, and then, the seven orifices, limbs, all had blood flowing out, in front of the old man's gentle finger, Bai Hao couldn't even move at all, and he couldn't resist if he wanted to blow up his dantian, so he could only watch his body collapse.

The body tempered by the sword qi was like a joke in front of the old man's finger, collapsing and dissolving, and Bai Hao felt as if he heard the sound of blood flowing from his body.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Hao's consciousness also blurred, his divine consciousness dissipated, and the soul fire was about to be annihilated, but at this moment, a little light rose from Bai Hao's body.