It was a blue sky, completely different from the gloom I had seen before. On the earth, there is a large group of temples, countless monks come and go, most of them are wearing battle armor, followed by war beasts of different shapes, their eyes are fierce, and they scan the surroundings.

Above the hall, from time to time, a monk in battle armor flew by, his eyes were cold, he glanced around, and constantly patrolled the four directions. And around the palace group, countless runes fluttered, and a large area of formation light continued to shine.

Mu Bai was standing on the central square of this temple group at this time, looking at the figures who kept walking around, his eyes showed a strange color, these figures were a little transparent, and countless figures were silent, but it seemed that this place was extremely strict.

Suddenly, one of them walked towards him quickly, as if he didn't see him, Mu Bai didn't dodge, and as the figure approached, it pierced directly through his body.

The entire palace was like a military camp, although the picture was silent, it exuded a solemn aura and rushed towards Mu Bai.

"This is the situation 10,000 years ago, sealed here by the breath of that palm print. When they got closer, they pulled me in, and recreated the scene of the year as if they were dreaming back to eternity. Mu Bai looked at the figures swaying in the surrounding halls, his eyes flashed, and he thought to himself.

At this moment, the formation light of the entire temple suddenly burst into flames, and those runes that were originally standing and floating quietly danced and rotated rapidly as the light of the formation lit up, constantly arranging. The protective formation of the entire temple group was activated instantly after the runes were successfully arranged.

As the formation was activated, the temples moved between them, and the monks patrolling the sky quickly gathered on the huge square between the halls.

In less than a moment, there were tens of thousands of monks wearing battle armor with solemn expressions. There were also those war beasts beside him who raised their heads to the sky and roared silently, instantly forming a neat phalanx.

As he stood, the aura of slaughter soared into the sky, and the clouds in the sky were even dispersed by this momentum, revealing the sunlight behind the clouds and shining on the bodies of this group of monks.

The spiritual pressure emanating from the bodies of these monks and war beasts rippled through the void, directly through the illusion, transmitting it, and approaching Mu Bai.

Feeling this momentum, Mu Bai's expression changed slightly, and his eyes were a little shocked, "The spiritual pressure of these monks, even if it has been ten thousand years now, through the illusion of feeling, every monk is at least a cultivator above the golden pill, and even ...... Higher. ”

He had been in contact with the elders of the various sects, and he had felt their spiritual pressure, and in clear contrast, the spiritual pressure emitted by each monk here was much more than them, and those elders were like ants and elephants compared to the monks in these illusions.

Just as he was thinking wildly, in the distance, a huge palm suddenly appeared, the palm was monstrous, and where he passed, it was pitch black all around, and the space was like a broken mirror, shattering piece by piece.

In the blink of an eye, the palm of the hand flew above the temple group, and when he looked up, the entire sky was shrouded in this huge palm like a mountain, and it instantly darkened.

All the monks in battle armor in the arena had solemn faces, and they didn't seem to be frightened by this huge palm, but a trace of madness and fear faintly flashed in the depths of everyone's pupils.

The leader looked a little crazy, and his mouth seemed to be roaring, and with his roar, all the war beasts beside the monks got up one after another, and roared to the sky, with a resolute momentum, and flew towards the falling huge palms.

However, tens of thousands of war beasts of different shapes flew into the air, and before they could get close to the huge palm, they were crushed by the fluctuations around the palm, and they all shattered, turning into pieces of blood mist in the blink of an eye, and falling downward, like a monstrous blood rain.

The tens of thousands of monks in battle armor in the field, with the death of the war beast, their faces were all white, but everyone was indifferent, but a sad color flashed in the depths of their pupils, and in the silence, no one retreated.

Immediately afterwards, under the command of the leading monk, all the monks arranged according to the direction, forming a huge battle array in the shape of the nine palaces, at the moment when the battle array was formed, all the monks pinched the trick with both hands, and with the pinch of the spell, a hazy shadow gathered above the nine palace battle array.

Immediately after, the hazy shadow became clear, and a giant fist, only half the size of a palm, appeared, and quickly greeted the falling palm. The moment the fists touched, an invisible sound seemed to sound, and then, a ripple rippled around.

With the ripples, the entire sky shattered like a mirror, and countless spatial turbulence flew out and raged in all directions.

However, after the fist palm contacted, it was only a slight pause, and in less than a breath, the huge fist suddenly turned into a rain of light and exploded, and with the huge fist bursting, the huge palm, the monstrous momentum of the carrier, swept the space debris, and suddenly fell towards the entire temple group.

With the downward pressure of the huge palm, the momentum carried by the giant palm in the illusion actually passed through the illusion and approached Mu Bai who was watching from the sidelines.

Airplanes!

Mu Bai, who had been watching from the sidelines, only felt a buzzing sound in his head, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and in his eyes, he saw that the giant palm continued to press downward, and the countless defensive formations around the temple were shattered piece by piece.

Seeing this, the eyes of all the monks in the field finally went crazy, and they were not afraid at all, and directly faced the falling giant palms, roared in unison, and exploded one after another. But this self-explosion was like an ant's regret, and it could not affect the fall of the giant palm in the slightest, but the power of the self-explosion spread, accelerating the shattering of the defensive formation.

In the blink of an eye, the giant palm thumb passed through Mu Bai, who was spitting blood, and landed between countless halls, and the place where Mu Bai was standing at this time was near the thumb pit he had approached before, and it was also here that he entered the illusion.

As the giant palm fell, countless spatial turbulences and space debris rolled up with layers of dirt and rubble, and rolled into the spatial cracks, and farther away, a piece of the temple was shattered by the air flow driven by the giant palm, flying all over the sky, like the end of the world.

And the whole process, from the beginning of the giant palm flying from a distance, into Mu Bai's eyes, to the resistance of the monks, to the giant palm falling, the palace shattered, before and after the time of less than ten breaths.

In the smoke and dust, after Mu Bai waited for half an hour, all the spatial turbulence finally dissipated, and the broken space was all restored to its original state.

The scene inside the field was like the ruins he had seen here, but it did not have the desolation that had passed for 10,000 years.

At this moment, in the distant sky in the illusion, a figure in a green robe flew into the sky.