"This ...... This must be the projection of the Heavenly Martial King!"

A Great Emperor powerhouse in the crowd looked up at the tall black shadow in the air, with a look of horror on his face: "Terrible, this Heavenly Martial King is really worthy of being a super genius thousands of years ago, but the coercion exuded by a projection makes me unable to parry!"

"Yes, it's clear that we and he are both emperor-level monks!"

Several Great Emperors sighed again and again, and in front of the projection of the Heavenly Martial King, they couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

Poof!

Under the cover of this coercion, there was finally one person who couldn't bear it, and couldn't help but bow down to the projection of the Heavenly Martial King!

And after that, a large number of monks also knelt down one after another, and at this moment, they all felt that they were weak and pitiful in front of the projection of the Heavenly Martial King, like ants who could not decide their fate.

All the monks in the field had only one thought left, that is, they wanted to continue to worship the projection of the Heavenly Martial King.

And after those weak cultivators knelt down, finally, a strong man at the level of the Great Emperor couldn't bear it anymore and bowed down to the projection of the Heavenly Martial King.

In just a few breaths, almost all the people in the square in front of the temple knelt on the ground.

Except, of course, for two.

That was Su Fan and Qin Ying.

Su Fan has a destructive divine body, and the last thing he is afraid of is this coercion, his body shook slightly, and the divine power of the strands exploded abruptly, gathering around him and Qin Ying, blocking the coercion emitted by the projection of the Heavenly Martial King.

Qin Ying was originally a little shaky and couldn't resist, but under the protection of Su Fan's divine might, he was able to survive.

"Who are these two people, and how can they not be affected by the projection of the Heavenly Martial King?"

"Damn, we're all on our knees, these two people are good, they didn't react at all!"

"Soul Monarch, that person turned out to be just a Soul Monarch, how could a Soul Monarch resist this terrifying coercion, strange!"

In the entire square of the front hall, all the monks who were kneeling on the ground looked at Su Fan and Qin Ying.

These gazes are complex, with suspicion, surprise, jealousy, and anger!

"Big brother, are we too high-profile like this?"

Qin Ying saw that everyone looked at him and Su Fan, and suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"High-profile is high-profile, I didn't want to keep a low profile!"

Su Fan responded softly, looking at the projection of the Martial King that day with burning eyes, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

On this day, the Martial King can deceive other people's perceptions, but he can't deceive him Su Fan.

That's right, the tall black shadow that appeared next to the huge portal was indeed a projection of the Heavenly Martial King.

However, there is one thing that everyone in the audience doesn't know, the strength of the projection is not very strong, it is only the level of one or two levels of the Soul Venerable.

Of course, the strongest person in the field is only the Great Emperor, and in the face of the projection of the Heavenly Martial King with the strength of the low-level Soul Venerable, these Great Emperors really have no strength to resist this coercion.

"In this way, this Heavenly Martial King really can't leave the underground, and even if he manifests the projection, he can only have these strengths at most!"

Su Fan turned his gaze and turned to look at the deepest part of the sky, only to see that there were several thunderclouds flying towards this side.

It seems that the Heavenly Dao sensed the existence of the Heavenly Martial King and wanted to bring down the Heavenly Tribulation.

"Okay, not much to say, now that the treasure house is open, only those who are related to this king can get the inheritance of this king, inherit the king's Taoism, and become the new overlord of these tens of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and I hope you will work hard!"

The Heavenly Martial King also seemed to sense the threat, and saw the black projection next to the portal, which flickered a few times, and after leaving the last sentence, it disappeared in an instant.

The few thunderclouds floating in the sky lost the trace of the Heavenly Martial King's projection, and they slowly dissipated.

"Sure enough!"

Su Fan's eyes narrowed, and he saw this detail very clearly.

After the projection of the Heavenly Martial King disappeared, the coercion that shrouded everyone disappeared, and at the same time, the huge portal in the sky slowly opened with a roar.

All the monks were shocked, the world behind the portal was actually virtual and real, and it was extremely dreamy, even the strongest emperor among them could not see through what was hidden behind this portal.

"The Heavenly Martial Treasure House is open!"

In the crowd, I don't know who shouted such a sentence, and everyone woke up with one word!

Without the suppression of the projection of the Heavenly Martial King, those Great Emperor powerhouses stood up for the first time, and their eyes met.

As if it had been discussed in advance, an emperor from the Luo Heavenly Emperor Dynasty first walked out and said, "Since the Tianwu Treasury has been opened, then please hand over all the Tianwu dominoes in your hands first!"

"What!Hu Yanlie, what do you mean by this!" A Soul Emperor seventh-level monk couldn't help but change color.

"What do you mean?" that Hu Yanlie smiled contemptuously, his head raised high: "Don't you understand what I said?

"Joke, who do you think you are, why do you want us to hand over all the Tianwu dominoes to you!" the seventh-level Soul Emperor monk said with a disbelievable expression.

"Look for death!"

Hu Yanlie's face sank, and he didn't say anything superfluous, he directly slapped and suppressed the past, and the palm shadow fell, sealing all the retreats of the Soul Emperor Seventh-level monks!

"You're going to kill me! I'm fighting you!"

The Soul Emperor Seventh-level Cultivator simply pounced on Hu Yanlie head-on, revealing a desperate posture!

"Seal!"

When it was too late, a rainbow light suddenly flashed from the side, and the seventh-level monk of the Soul Emperor slowed down, and it was as firmly fixed as a stake!

Bang!

Hu Yanlie's palm accurately slapped the seventh-level monk of the Soul Emperor, and the difference in strength directly slapped the monk's body into cracks, and the broken organs mixed with blood slowly flowed out of the cracks.

Slap to death!

"No!

The clansmen of the seventh-level cultivators of the Soul Emperor let out a cry of grief one after another, looking at Hu Yanlie angrily one by one.

"Nasty eyes, give me death!"

The palm shadow was pressed down again, and the cultivation of those Lehu people was all weak, and they suddenly burst open one by one, turning into a pool of blood.

The monks in the field who had low cultivation all showed fear on their faces, and their whole bodies trembled with fear.

"Shameless!" Hu Yanlie spat lightly, then looked at the location of the people in the Nanhai Dynasty, and said respectfully: "Thank you Immeasurable Emperor for your help!"

"Mr. Huyan is polite, Bendi just doesn't want to waste time!"

The Infinite Emperor has a white beard and white eyebrows, looking like a kind old man, and the rainbow light just now was cast by him.

"What the Infinite Emperor said is extremely true, I advise you not to waste your time!"

Hu Yanlie waved his arm and sucked the two Tianwu dominoes carried by Le Hu from the pool of blood into his palms: "You scattered cultivators are not qualified to get the inheritance of the Tianwu King at all, if you don't hand over the Tianwu dominoes, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

(End of chapter)