The blood mist is still floating in the air.
The warm liquid belonging to Upper Heaven True Immortal Lin Qi, with the divine brilliance of A Trace silky gold, was assimilated by this Abandoned Heaven Wasteland Law and turned into the most insignificant dust before it completely landed.
Dead silence.
A kind of deathly silence that can penetrate into the bone marrow and freeze Divine Soul.
Dharma Boat On the deck, the incontinent attendant's body was shaking like chaff, his throat made a "ho... ho..." sound like a broken bellows, and his eyeballs were protruding from extreme fear and were covered with bloodshot eyes.
Another screaming follower also stopped at this moment.
His mouth was still open, but he couldn't make any sound. His whole figure was frozen in place like a statue that had been weathered for hundreds of millions of years.
dead.
A palm.
There wasn't even time to react.
Not even a complete last word was left behind.
Senior Brother Lin, who in their eyes had a promising future and was about to be promoted to Sixth-Rank Envoy, was just gone.
Being swatted away like a fly by a native of the lower world, an "ant" in their eyes, was turned into a handful of flesh and blood dust.
This knowledge, like a black lightning, shattered their pride from the Firmament and also shattered the worldview they relied on for their livelihood.
Yang Jian took back his hand and fell behind him, his face still as cold as ten thousand years of ice.
His indifferent eyes swept over the two survivors on the deck.
No murderous intent.
No mercy.
It's more like looking at two dead things that have lost their value.
This kind of gaze is more piercing than the sharpest blade!
"No... no..."
The follower who was paralyzed on the ground finally recovered A Trace's consciousness. He suddenly trembled, and the Immortal Power in his body exploded crazily driven by the survival instinct!
He wants to escape!
However, as soon as he moved his body, an invisible force that was heavy enough to crush the heavens suddenly descended.
It is not the suppression of Heavenly Law.
But a pure, derived from that Silver-Armored Divine General...Aura lock!
His immortal body instantly solidified, as if it had been filled with billions of tons of mercury, making it impossible to even move a finger.
The last A Trace hope in his eyes was extinguished.
Just then.
A slightly cynical chuckle broke the solid atmosphere.
"Second brother, you are too boring."
"This kind of thing can be slapped to death. What a waste."
Everyone followed the sound.
I saw the handsome young man wearing Lotus Flower battle armor and carrying Fire-Tipped Spear on his shoulders. At some point, he had left Primordial Continent and appeared on the other side of Dharma Boat.
He stepped on the void with one foot, curled up the other foot slightly, and leaned comfortably on his spear, with a flamboyant and cruel smile on his lips.
Nezha.
He tilted his head and looked at the two stunned messengers on the deck with interest, as if he were looking at two rats trapped in a cage.
"Let me come and play with them."
Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the place.
The next moment, he appeared on the deck of Dharma Boat, tapping his toes without making any sound, but causing the entire Dharma Boat, built by Immortal Gold, to sink suddenly!
The hearts of the two envoys were beating wildly, and they felt that the pressure brought by the young man in front of them was completely different from that of Silver-Armored Divine General.
If Yang Jian is the bottomless, cold Abyss, its mere existence is enough to swallow everything.
That Nezha is a violent volcano that is about to erupt! Every inch of his skin exudes the aura of violence and Destruction that will burn all things!
"Who among you comes first?"
Nezha used the tail of Fire-Tipped Spear's gun to tap the deck lightly, making a muffled "dong-dong" sound, like ringing a bell to wake up.
This question became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"I'll fight you!"
The attendant who was still standing let out a hysterical roar.
He knew he couldn't escape, and he knew it was useless to beg for mercy.
The only chance for survival is to fight to the death!
"Heavenly Tide Boundary-Suppressing Stele! Kill me!"
He roared, a bloody opening opened between his eyebrows, and a drop of blood containing 90% of his Origin blood spurted out!
The blood essence burned rapidly in the air, turning into mysterious Runes.
Immediately afterwards, a palm-sized, pitch-black stone tablet rushed out of his Tianling Cap!
The stone tablet grew in the wind, and instantly became as large as a hundred feet. The lines of the Mountains and Rivers river were engraved on it, exuding a terrifying aura that suppressed the heaven and the earth and obliterated all laws.
This is the Upper Heaven True Immortal magic weapon!
It was Heavenly Tide Immortal Dynasty who gave them the ultimate trump card to suppress the recalcitrant people in the lower realm!
As soon as the stone tablet came out, the surrounding Space Law, which was thousands of miles away, instantly became as sticky as a swamp, and a terrifying gravity field suddenly descended!
This is the power of Law originating from the Firmament dimension, which is enough to directly crush any creature under True Immortal into powder!
"Die! Die!"
The envoy's face was distorted, like a madman, and he poured all his Immortal Power into the stone tablet.
The limp companion next to him also had A Trace crazy hope rekindled in his eyes.
This is True Immortal magic weapon!
It is the supreme power of the Firmament!
Even Golden Immortal, caught off guard, will be suppressed!
No matter how strong the natives of this lower realm are, they are still fish in the "pond". How can they resist the rules of the "sea"?!
However, faced with this terrifying magic weapon that can suppress a world.
Nezha's face didn't even show A Trace's dignity at all.
He didn't even raise his eyelids.
He just curled his lips and uttered two words.
"Noisy."
He moved.
Wind-Fire Wheels was not activated, and Universe Ring was not activated.
He just strolled through it, facing the gravity field that was enough to crush Stars, step by step.
That terrifying gravity fell on him, not even allowing the corners of his clothes to flutter.
"This... this is impossible!"
The eyes of the messenger who activated the magic weapon almost burst out of his head.
What did he see?
My own trump card, my own hopes, my proud Heavenly Law power, are like a joke in front of this young man!
Nezha walked to the huge black stone monument.
He raised his hand.
A fair, even boyish right hand.
Then, in the eyes of the two envoys that had completely solidified and looked like ghosts.
He stretched out his finger and pointed at the True Immortal magic weapon that exuded endless power...
pinch.
"Ka--"
A slight sound, like glass breaking, suddenly sounded.
I saw Nezha's fingers penetrate the thick Law light curtain around the stone tablet without any hindrance.
Immediately afterwards.
"Click... click..."
Dense, spiderweb-like cracks, centered on his fingertips, spread crazily on the dark monument!
"No... my town Boundary Stele..."
The messenger let out a cry of despair.
Nezha's mouth curved into a cruel arc.
His fingers snapped together!
"Bang--!!!!"
An earth-shaking loud noise!
That powerful magic weapon that was enough to suppress True Immortal, that the Firmament treasure that carried all the hopes of the messenger, was right in front of him, and was forcibly struck by a hand...
It's so pinched!
The violent energy fragments, mixed with the remains of Law, turned into a storm of Destruction, sweeping away in all directions!
Nezha just waved his sleeves and robe casually, and all the storm disappeared three feet in front of him.
"Pfft--!"
The messenger who activated the magic weapon felt as if he was struck by lightning, and suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.
The magic weapon was destroyed, and under the influence of his mind, the Dao Fruit in his body was instantly filled with cracks.
But this is just the beginning.
An invisible, but extremely domineering power of destruction followed the mysterious connection and rushed into his body instantly!
"Ahhhh--!"
He let out a scream that didn't sound like a human voice, and his body suddenly expanded like an inflated ball.
Under the skin, golden streaks of Immortal Light were like out-of-control dragons, running wildly, tearing his meridians, shattering his bones, and burning his internal organs!
Bang!
In the end, his whole body collapsed to the ground as softly as a broken sack.
What flows out of the seven orifices is no longer blood, but a broken Origin liquid mixed with divine brilliance.
No one died.
But his Immortal Body, Dao Fruit, meridians... all the foundations of his being a True Immortal were completely shattered at this moment!
The eternal path will be lost in one day!
on deck.
Only the last messenger remains.
He stared at all of this blankly, at the crushed magic weapon, at the companion who was twitching slightly on the ground and who was worse than dead.
In his mind, the string called "reason" finally...
Broken.
There was a "pop" sound.
His knees weakened, and he knelt down heavily in front of the devil carrying Fire-Tipped Spear with a bright smile.
With his forehead firmly pressed against the cold deck, he used all his strength to cry out in a hoarse voice:
"Don't kill me! Please spare my life!!"
"Whatever you want to know... I'll tell you!!"
"Please, don't kill me!!"
Nezha looked at the Firmament "messenger" at his feet who was kowtowing like a fool, with tears streaming down his face, and the smile on his face became more and more amusing.
"Oh?"
"This is no longer interesting."
"I thought, you the Firmament people, how hard can your bones be?"
He used the tip of the spear to gently lift the messenger's chin, forcing him to raise his head and look into his eyes burning with black flames.
"Say it."
"Tell me what you know about that or something...Heavenly Tide Immortal Dynasty, interesting things."
"Tell me one by one."
"If what you say satisfies me..."
Nezha leaned down and whispered in his ear with a voice that was almost like a devil's whisper:
"... I will give you a happy death."