The five fingers of her right hand tightened slightly, and the dark golden finger bones made a low roar.
Click!
Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of monks whose Daoist hearts were shattered, the Azure Cloud Sect Zongzong Divine Weapon, which had accompanied Zhao Chengfeng for hundreds of years and drank the blood of countless strong men, was directly squeezed by Su Yueli like mud, bending and deforming, and finally burst into pieces.
Countless cyan Flying Sword fragments turned into dazzling iron filings and slipped from her fingers.
"Pfft--!"
The natal magic weapon was completely destroyed, and Divine Soul in Zhao Chengfeng's body immediately suffered severe backlash.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the breath all over his body suddenly withered. The originally rosy face turned as pale as a death within a microsecond.
"You... what kind of monster are you?!"
Zhao Chengfeng stared at Su Yueli, with endless fear finally emerging from the depths of his eyes.
He has been cultivating immortals for thousands of years and has gone through countless fights, but he has never seen anyone use pure physical strength to crush a Tenth Realm overhauled divine weapon into iron filings.
This completely breaks the underlying common sense of Cultivation World.
"Escape!"
At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind.
This masked woman in black robe is not an ordinary ant at all, she is an ancient evil god in human skin!
However, before Spiritual Power in Zhao Chengfeng's body could start functioning again, his body moved back half a step.
A golden-red afterimage has been drawn out in the void.
Too fast.
In the face of the pure physical explosive power of the Ten-Thousand Tribulations Realm in its early stages, the escape method that monk Tenth Realm was proud of was as slow as a snail crawling.
Su Yueli's figure crossed the void without causing any Spiritual Power fluctuations. There was only a violent wind pressure that squeezed the air into a vacuum because of its speed.
Bang!
A dull physical air explosion suddenly exploded in front of Zhao Chengfeng.
Su Yueli's straight punch had already been delivered to his chest.
This punch was clean and sharp, without any brilliance of the Immortal Dao technique.
But in Zhao Chengfeng's sight, this punch seemed like a meteorite falling from outside the territory.
That suffocating physical pressure emptied all the air within a hundred feet around him.
"No... sect master, save me!"
Zhao Chengfeng let out a desperate scream.
At the critical moment of life and death, he forcibly sacrificed Primordial Spirit, which had been warmed in his body for thousands of years, and wanted to abandon his body and escape.
But before his Primordial Spirit could step out of Sea of Consciousness.
Su Yueli That punch had hit his chest firmly.
Boom--!
The terrifying physical power that cannot be described in words was released in an instant.
Zhao Chengfeng Tenth Realm's physical body, which was strong enough to resist the catastrophe, exploded into a ball of blood mist in mid-air the moment it came into contact with the fist.
The bones, internal organs, and meridians all turned into the most delicate nothingness in an instant.
And in the blood mist spraying all over the sky, a gray-blue Primordial Spirit, only an inch in size and with an extremely frightened expression, wrapped around Zhao Chengfeng's remaining Divine Soul power, screamed and tried to escape deep into the Golden Luan Hall.
That was Zhao Chengfeng's last chance.
As long as Primordial Spirit is immortal, he can come back from the dead.
"Now that you're here, don't leave."
Su Yueli stood in the blood mist, his expression calm, and not even the corner of his clothes was stained with a trace of blood.
The breath-locking ring on her right index finger - Little Black. At this moment, the dark golden Martial Weapon Runes inside the ring suddenly started to flow crazily.
Phew--!
A terrifying suction force that can completely swallow the soul exploded from the inside of the ring.
Zhao Chengfeng Tenth Realm Primordial Spirit, which had just escaped several feet away, suddenly froze when it came into contact with this suction force.
"What is this Law Treasure?! Let me go! No--!"
Accompanied by screams, Zhao Chengfeng and Primordial Spirit simply could not resist the devouring force.
In just one breath, the gray-blue Primordial Spirit was pulled and turned into a stream of light, which was directly sucked clean by Little Black.
On the surface of the ring, the dark golden lines disappeared for a fleeting moment, turning back into the ordinary rusty iron appearance.
Quiet.
In the main square, only the unburned blood mist was blown by the mountain wind and fell on the white jade ground, making a rustling sound.
A Tenth Realm, Great Li Cultivation World great elder with great prestige.
In just two breaths.
This masked woman in black robe used the most primitive and unreasonable barbaric method to completely save her physically.
Not even a trace of Primordial Spirit was left.
A hundred thousand cultivators, at this moment, felt that something deep-rooted in their minds was cracking into pieces.
Cultivation World What is the iron law from ancient times?
It is Law Power supreme, it is Divine Ability unparalleled.
The physical body is nothing more than a stinky skin that carries Divine Soul, and an ordinary warrior is a low-level warrior who is not worth mentioning.
But now, a warrior with no trace of Spiritual Power used the most arrogant and pure physical strength to smash the body of the strong Peak Late Tenth Realm with one punch, even killing Primordial Spirit on the spot.
"One force... breaks all laws?"
An ancestor of the Ninth Realm sect sitting in the front row spoke tremblingly, his voice full of unconcealable fear.
On the high platform.
The young sect leader Lu Feiyu, who originally looked arrogant, was now shaking like chaff.
He gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, his knuckles turning pale from the exertion.
The moment Zhao Chengfeng exploded into blood mist, Lu Feiyu was scared.
Next to Lu Feiyu, there is a tall, pure gold throne that exudes a faint fairy light.
Azure Cloud Sect's current sect master, Eleventh Realm's mid-term powerhouse - Lu Cangtian, slowly sat up straight at this time.
In his eyes hidden in the shadow of the fairy light, the indifference that usually regarded everything like ants finally completely disappeared at this moment. He stuck Su Yueli's figure tightly, and his voice was as low as a bell:
"Martial Dao Zenith...Ten-Thousand Tribulations Imperishable."
"In this world, there is actually someone who can bring that Martial Dao dead end that has been cut off for tens of thousands of years to this point."
Su Yueli stood in a large swath of blood.
She shook off the little Zhao Chengfeng blood that remained on her right hand with some disgust.
As her wrist shook, the dark red blood was dispersed by the pure physical force field, turning into a wisp of smoke and evaporating.
The large black robe on her body rustled in the mountain wind, and the ghost face carved on a white background glowed with an icy and eerie light in the biting cold wind on the mountain top.
She slowly raised her head and directed her cold, cold eyes directly to the top of the platform.
"One."
Su Yueli's red lips parted slightly, and a voice without any emotion came from under the mask.
"Next, it's your turn."
She stepped on the blood on the white jade stone steps and walked towards the high platform step by step.