Previously, Nalan Xiong beat the tenth level of the Holy Ancestor of the Wild Temple with one palm, which was unforgettable to remember. However, no one expected that Nalan Xiong's strength was so terrifying that one palm could lift the Feituotuo!

Everyone looked at Nalan Xiong in horror.

"Who are you?!" Tuotuba was also scared.

Before, he thought that no matter how strong Nalan Xiong was, he could not be his opponent, but in one palm, he was actually blown away!

And he could see that the other party was not doing his best.

This Nalan Xiong is definitely above him!

Even more than two small realms than him.

He is at the fourth level of the gods, and this Nalan Xiong is probably at the sixth level of the gods or even the seventh level of the gods!

"I said, you are not worthy of knowing the name of this Demon Lord." Nalan Xiong said indifferently.

Tuopa's face turned pale, and Nalan Xiong had said it before.

Suddenly, an ancestor of the wild temple looked at Nalan Xiong in fear: "Can you be the ancient troll of the Burial Demon Mountain?"

"What?! Burial Demon Mountain, Ancient Troll!"

"He is that ancient troll!"

Many family masters present changed their faces.

There are many legends about the ancient trolls in the Demon Mountain Burial Mountain. It is said that this ancient troll came to the Jiuzhou plane and swept across the invincible. Even the gods were not his enemy of one move. How many saints and masters in the Jiuzhou plane were swallowed and eaten by him.

Anyway, all the legends are about the cruelty, blood-devouring and invincible of this ancient troll!

Finally, this ancient troll was trapped by the Lord of Nine Continents and the Great God Wuchen with the supreme divine formation, and then sealed on the Burial Demon Mountain.

Nalan Xiong looked at the ancestor of the wild temple and smiled: "Boy, you are quite smart. You can actually guess this Demon Lord."

Originally, everyone was still half-believing, but now after Nalan Xiong's confirmation, they were all so scared that their hearts were pounding.

"You, are you really that ancient troll?!" The ancestor of the Wild Temple trembled. Just now, he just guessed that it was real!

"If you want to change it!" Nalan Xiong laughed loudly, his eyes shining brightly.

The masters of the Wild Temple all looked frightened.

Even Tuoba felt a little cold.

If the middle-aged man in front of him was the ancient troll, then it would be impossible for him to kill the man named Ye.

Tuotuba pointed at Ye Wuchen angrily: "You are actually with the people of the demon clan. What are you not a demon?" Then he shouted to everyone: "This person with the surname Ye, the four major families, and the Temple of the God of War, has become a demon clan. Everyone can kill the people of the demon clan, so people killed the man with the surname Ye and killed the ancient troll!"

"This ancient troll should have just broken through the seal and its strength has not been fully restored. It is a good time to kill him. If we miss this opportunity, when his strength is restored, not only will our wild continent be devastated, but even the Jiuzhou plane and countless galaxy planes will be devastated!"

The truth is full of brilliance.

I have to say that the trick of tutu pulling is quite useful.

As we all know, the cruelty and blood-devouring of the ancient trolls are truly restored. If their strength is really restored, who can stop him in the wilderness continent?

Therefore, even some masters who came to watch the battle and did not intend to intervene in the battle between the Wild Temple and the Four Major Families were incited.

Just when these masters were about to take action, Nalan Xiong looked at Tuotuba and his eyes turned cold: "Damn it! Boy, this Demon Lord doesn't show his power. It's really okay to think this Demon Lord is easy to pinch!" Speaking of this, the demonic energy in his body churned, and a crackling sound in his body turned back to the original Thousand-Step Demon Body.

Nalanxiong stood there like a huge mountain of demons. His legs were like two huge demon pillars, standing there, with blood-red eyes rolling in demonic energy and surging demon flames.

"Die for me!" Nalan Xiong shouted, and the huge magic clutch slapped at Tuotuba.

Tuopa looked at the clutches of the demon that covered the sky and the sun. In shock, one hundred and eight totems on his body shone brightly, and roared and slapped at the clutches of the demon.

He had fought his life in this palm. He could see that Nalan Xiong's strength had not yet fully recovered, so he might not be able to fight.

If he could really defeat Nalan Xiong, the ancient troll, then his reputation as a pope will be completely stable and can even stimulate the army of the wild temple to win.

Seeing that Tuotuba actually met him, Nalan Xiong smiled and the huge clutch fell.

boom!

Everyone saw that Tuoba was hit and his body trembled and smashed into the ground.

The ground burst.

Everyone was shocked.

Just now, Tuotuba was lifted away with a palm. Everyone thought it was Tuotuba for a while, so they still had confidence in Tuotuba, the number one person in the wild continent.

Now, he was directly slapped into the ground with a palm!

More vulnerable than just now!

Nalan Xiong slapped Tutuba with a palm and sneered: "Even if my strength has not been restored, I can destroy you with just one palm. Boy, you are not even a small green onion in the eyes of this Demon Lord!"

His strength has not been restored, but it is not something that Tuoba can resist. Otherwise, he would not have swept across the Jiuzhou plane back then.

At this time, Tuotuba broke out of the deep pit, his armor burst, his head and face were covered with dust, and his mouth was covered with blood. He, the number one person in the wild continent, actually vomited blood?

How many years have he never been injured!

He looked at Nalan Xiong in shock and anger.

Seeing Tuotuba's expression, Nalan Xiong smiled and showed a ferocious face: "Boy, don't accept it? Take another palm of my demon!" At this point, a palm was pressed down.

In this palm, the demonic energy rolled, and countless demonic energy actually shone with a green light.

"The clutches of the green demon!"

I don’t know how many masters died under the clutches of the ancient trolls.

Seeing this, Tuotuba dared not take it anymore. He hid in a panic. As soon as he dodged, he saw the clutch of the green demon fall to the ground. He saw a large army of wild temples being slapped by the clutch of the green demon and turned directly into plasma.

The giant palm prints to the ground, forming a giant palm pit, and blood plasma splatters in the deep pit.

This palm directly wiped out a large army of wild temples!

Everyone was trembling when they saw this scene.

When Tuotaoba, who was in a mess, saw this, he was sweating coldly on his back. If he hadn't avoided it just now, what would happen?!

Ye Wuchen withdrew his eyes and said to Ji Wudi, Yang Jiantong and others: "Take action, kill! Until you kowtow!"

Ji Wudi, Yang Jiantong and others understood and respectfully responded, and took action one after another.

The old man walked out with his copper sword. Every time he took a step, tens of millions of sword energy burst out. As the flying sword passed, the army of the wild temple fell down.

A peak master at the late stage of the Tenth Level of the Saint Ancestor of the Wild Temple tried to block the bronze sword energy of the Sheep Sword, but in the blink of an eye, he was stabbed all over his body.
Chapter completed!