Above the Shura Demon Sea, there was not a trace of wind heard calmly.

Lu Chen and the other monks and masters of the Immortal Spirit Continent were petrified on the spot, looking at the Black Horned Demon King standing in mid-air with a hint of surprise and disbelief in his eyes.

The position of the dantian on his body was torn open a big hole, and the thick black horn was gurgling outward, and the aura dissipated, and then he fell powerlessly into the surging seawater.

Count, just count.

The invincible demon, the master of the late stage of the Yuanying Continent of the Immortal Spirit, was easily torn open by the Purple Mansion, seized the Yuanying, and died without a place to be buried.

And the old man surnamed Feng next to the sailing boat on the opposite side, his face was not red, he was out of breath, and his face was disdainful, and he glanced at the audience coldly.

Although the master has made a move, life and death are only between one thought, but the realm cultivation of the two has reached the late Yuan Infant stage, but the gap is so big.

Even the old man surnamed Feng had a steady breath, and he didn't have the exhaustion after the war at all, obviously the five-layer strength he was talking about was by no means an exaggeration.

"Impossible, impossible!" muttered the Nether Ancestor, his eyes full of horror.

The scene became extremely eerie, and the sea breeze blew salty and wet into the mouth, with a hint of bitterness.

In the face of such a master, even Gu Lan and the others thought very highly of themselves, and they couldn't rise to resist again.

It must be known that the person who shot was only a subordinate of the young man, and the old man Feng kept claiming that he was an old servant, but he was a servant of others.

A servant is so powerful, but what about the master?

The cultivation realm respects strength, and without strong skills, how can he subdue such a master as a slave and a servant by his side.

"I understand now. The young man still had a faint smile on his face, stretched out his hand to take the primordial infant of the Black Horn Demon King, opened his mouth to swallow it, and said unsatisfactorily: "Let you become the servants of this son, it is considered to look down on you, if anyone is not convinced, you can stand up." ”

Dissatisfied, who else dares to disagree now?

Gu Lan's eyes rolled, and he stood up respectfully, facing the young man, and asked, "Dare to ask Your Excellency's surname?"

The young man did not answer, in his eyes, Gu Lan was not worthy to talk to him.

The old man surnamed Feng respectfully saluted the young man, stepped out, and said in a loud and majestic voice: "This is Lord Tu Wei, the third son of the Sect Master of the Dragon Diving Star Tianshui Sect in the Outer Immortal Domain, why don't you come and pay homage soon?"

The matter has come to this point, and if you still want to resist knowing that there is no room for resistance, it is to find death.

In desperation, everyone could only bow down and salute, saying, "See Master Tu Wei." ”

"Well said. ”

Tu Wei laughed, waved his hand and said: "From today on, the Immortal Spirit Continent is the palace of this son, and you are the messenger of this son on the Immortal Spirit Continent." Has anyone told me now where we are and what is going on with the Xiuzhen Cave Mansion at the bottom of the sea?"

"Back to my lord. ”

Gu Lan opened his mouth, but before the words could be spoken, a voice sounded behind everyone. Everyone looked back, but it was Wang Tong.

Gu Lan's face was gloomy, and he stared at Wang Tong with great displeasure.

Wang Tong was a Dongzhou monk he rescued in the glacial plain, because he needed to collect the best spirit stones as the sect master of the Yuan Dynasty, so he accepted him as a disciple, and the scene at that time was the same as now. Gu Lan was also forced by his strong strength, and Wang Tong had to bow down and be a vassal.

However, Gu Lan didn't know that in addition to sitting on the first immortal gate in Dongzhou and being a powerful man on weekdays, Wang Tong was still a wall grass in his bones and a wall grass with quick thinking.