Fang Yu raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a cold smile.

At this moment, in the skies all over the Southern Territory.

Many saints felt the terrifying aura erupting from a very far distance. They stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look south.

The location they were looking at was exactly the southern border area, the southernmost direction of the Green Sea!

And they all know that that direction... is where the Yuhua Gate is located!

"We need instructions from the Holy Lord. Should we go to the Yuhua Gate first to check the situation?" A saint who had reached the fourth step of ascending to the Immortal Realm sent a message to Yunshang Pavilion and asked.

"Continue your actions! Ignore the Yuhua Gate!"

Soon, he got an answer.

It's just that the person who answered him was not the Holy Lord, but the Holy Lord's follower, Saint Kuron.

"...Yes." The saint replied.

When the Holy Lord did not answer, what the Holy Lord said could basically represent the Holy Lord.

Therefore, they continued to act as ordered.

Therefore, these saints continued their indiscriminate killing, no longer paying attention to the powerful aura emanating from the green sea.

"Whoosh..."

The saint on the fourth step of ascending to the Immortal Realm quickly swept forward, stretched out both palms, and continuously bombarded the ground.

Each of his palms would inevitably destroy an area of ​​more than ten kilometers, and all the creatures within it would die instantly.

"Hahaha……"

I have to say that the feeling of killing ants is happier than I imagined.

The saint swept away all the way and couldn't help laughing loudly.

The smell of blood made him feel even more excited.

"Click!"

However, just when the saint wanted to continue to strike out with a palm, his body suddenly stiffened in the air!

"What's this!?"

The saint's face changed drastically and he was horrified. He thought he was attacked by an enemy and immediately wanted to release his aura.

"Kakaka..."

However, the spiritual energy in his body cannot be released at all!

The whole body is blocked, there is no space at all!

"Ahhhh..."

The saint roared angrily, constantly trying to release his breath to break this bondage.

But at this moment, golden light flashed in the sky and fell on him.

The saint stopped for a moment, raised his head with all his strength, and looked up into the sky.

Then, he froze.

Above his head, a mark appeared.

Golden cross sword mark!

Moreover, it is in a rotating state, like a windmill, flashing with bursts of golden light, and has an extremely majestic aura!

"Ahhhh..."

The saint came to his senses and struggled again.

But the breath of the fourth step to the fairyland has no effect!

Even if he wanted to condense Yuan Dan, he couldn't do it!

"Holy Lord, I need help!"

The saint couldn't bear it anymore and sent a message to Yunshang Pavilion, shouting for help.

But at this moment, no one responded to him.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, the rotating golden cross sword mark in the sky stopped.

The saint looked at the mark in the sky and was a little stunned.

The next second.

"call……"

Golden flames burned on the saint's body.

The face, arms, limbs, body... are all covered.

"Zi la..."

The burning of the flame quickly turned the saint's body into ashes.

"Ahhhhh..."

The saint let out a miserable cry, and his whole body was twitching.

The magic weapons and clothing on his body were instantly scorched, and his skin was burned away.

"Whoosh!"

And at this moment, another icy blue light fell from the mark and invaded the saint's body from the Tianling Cap.

This is a very cold breath.

"Kakaka..."

The meridians in the saint's body were quickly frozen.

This is also extremely painful.

The outside is burning flames, but the inside is frozen...

Ice and fire blend together, doubling the pain!

"Ahhhh..."

However, neither the flame nor the cold breath could make him die quickly, but he was tortured alive.

In this area, the saints who were still carrying out the massacre let out tragic screams.

So much so that the fleeing monks and mortals on the ground all ran out to watch this scene.

The saint's body was burned in the air. This kind of scene... they had never seen in their lives.

But after they came to their senses, they clapped their hands and cheered happily!

"Burn him! Burn him!"

"The Star Ancestor must have taken action! Or the leader of the Yuhua Sect, Fang, took action!"

"Die quickly, you beast!"

Below were bursts of angry shouts.

"Ahhhh... let me die..."

In the air, the saint was already worse than dead, and his whole body was twitching.

At this time, how can he still look like a powerful person in the fourth step of ascending to the fairyland?

And this scene didn't just happen to this saint.

In the air across the Southern Territory, more than two hundred saints sent by the Holy Pavilion... all met the same end!

A golden cross sword mark hung above their heads, and their entire bodies were locked in the air, tortured in the most cruel way!

"Ahhh...save me, Holy Lord, please save me..."

"Let me die! Let me die..."

"Ahh..."

These saints were tortured to the point of crying. Under the watchful eyes of the monks and mortals they had not yet killed, their ugliness was revealed and their dignity was trampled to pieces!

"This cross sword mark seems to have been seen somewhere before..."

"That night, the night when the Great Shadow Demon resurrected appeared!"

"Yes! It was that night! Yes, it was the power of Xing Zu!"

Many people recognized the golden cross sword mark in the air and shouted loudly, and some even knelt on the ground with tears streaming down their faces.

"Zi la..."

In the air, more than two hundred saints in the Holy Pavilion were still suffering the most brutal torture.
To be continued...