"What? He's gone?"

When the Pope heard the news, his brows frowned and his expression was even more unpleasant.

I saw that in the entire hall, all the major genres that were originally busy, including the King of Blood and the Ice Palace High Priest, were invited in, but after the Pope asked, he found that the young man had disappeared.

"Haha, I guess I ran away?" The messenger sitting in the top position smiled and said, "Maybe it was some intuition or premonition skills? Have you sensed danger in advance?"

The King of Blood glanced at the messenger with a little dissatisfaction and said, "Sir, I don't know who this person is. Can you actually sit in the head seat? Don't you introduce it?"

The messenger stopped the pope's introduction and said casually: "You are all here, so let's solve it together? In a word, starting today, all the sects in the Horned Frog Valley will join Guangming Sect."

The messenger's words immediately aroused everyone's dissatisfaction, and hundreds of people started to clamor, as if they turned the entire hall into a vegetable market.

The King of Blood was the first to stand up and said, "What a joke? Let me incorporate the Ring of Red Moon into the Guangming Sect? As long as I am alive, it will be impossible."

“Yes, yes, yes, impossible!”

"You Guangming Sect do this, it's too domineering!"

For a moment, the emotions surged, and the King of Blood looked at the Pope and said, "Pope, is this what you mean? We must incorporate all of us into Guangming Sect."

The Pope did not speak, but the messenger laughed and said, "If you don't join, go to die."

His palms were sank into the void again. The blood king's face changed wildly and his body blew back, but when he retreated, he screamed and fell to the ground. He kept vomiting blood in his mouth, staring at the messenger and said, "What did you do!"

"It's just crushing your stomach. Don't worry, you won't die for a while."

He defeated the King of Blood with one easy blow, and the entire hall suddenly became quiet. Everyone was as quiet as a cicada. Looking at the messenger on the first seat, he was filled with fear.

You should know that the King of Blood is an old second-turn powerhouse in the entire valley. All the masters in the hall have more or less endured the dominance of the King of Blood, and who doesn’t know how powerful the King of Blood is.

But now the young man on the first seat can defeat him with one blow. What a terrifying strength?

Especially after this, the Pope stood up and said lightly: "The envoy is the real master of our Guangming Sect. His strength is unfathomable. I am not an enemy of one blow. Please don't resist."

Hearing his words, everyone looked at each other. The next moment, everyone felt their heart tightening and seemed to be caught by something. Even the high priest of the Ice Palace looked pale and looked at the messenger on the first seat in disbelief.

In a moment, the people in the entire hall were actually subdued.

Everyone dares to be angry but dares not speak out. The opponent's strength is too terrifying. Such power and such means are completely beyond their imagination of strength.

The messenger smiled faintly and said, "Okay, then no one seems to have any objections, right?"

No one dared to speak out, felt the fear of his heart being tightly pinched, and no one dared to refute what the messenger said again.

The messenger sneered in his heart: "A group of wastes, I don't know why the superiors are going to take these people. If they don't practice black magic, they are just cannon fodder after all, so what if they turn the second round."

Sain, who was standing aside, sighed in his heart when he saw this scene: "The master is indeed not wrong. The messenger's power is too strong. Even if the young man was there just now, there would probably be no way to deal with such a way to directly attack the organs in his body."

Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly, only to feel that the way he insisted on persuading was really ridiculous, just like he was trying to persuade a tiger not to fight a rabbit.

At this moment, the door of the hall was kicked open, and Fang Xingjian walked in casually, glanced at the messenger on the first seat.

Sain was slightly surprised: "You didn't escape?"

"Escape? Why do I want to escape?" Fang Xingjian of course did not escape. Not only did he not escape, he had searched the entire palace, found the abducted children and women, and released them together.

In this way, it can be confirmed that Tyrant, who has incarnated the bracelet, has not lie.

The woman who trafficked children and gave them to someone like the Earth Temple for human experiments. Thinking of the situation in the Earth Temple stronghold last time, Fang Xingjian's eyes gathered intent.

"I'm here to kill you. Don't move around if you don't want to die. I'll kill whoever takes action."

Everyone looked at Fang Xingjian in front of them as if they were looking at a madman.

Indeed, Fang Xingjian performed very well on the Iron Mountain, but compared to the Pope's surrender, the messenger who subdued the entire hall with one blow was too different.

The saint of the Ice Palace couldn't help but say, "Are you crazy? Don't you look at what's going on now?"

The priestess on the side looked sarcastic: "Murder? Haha, you can do it again, and no one stops you."

The leader of the Ice Palace, the high priest, also shook his head. Although the Fang Xingjian looked quite powerful, it was still far from the messenger's elusive and defensive method.

A hint of displeasure flashed across the pope's face and asked, "He is the boy you mentioned?"

Sain nodded and said, "It's him."

The messenger looked at Fang Xingjian with interest and said with a smile: "Kill us? Then I want to know, how do you kill?"

Fang Xingjian listened to the message from Tyrant on the bracelet, looked at the messenger and said, "You are from the Temple of Earth?"

"Huh?" Hearing that the other party saw through his identity, the messenger's face changed, and his eyes were full of murderous intent when he looked at Fang Xingjian.

"Since it's right that you are from the Temple of Earth."

The next moment, the Great Destruction Sword Body was activated, Fang Xingjian punched out, and the whole person flashed out behind the messenger, and the messenger's entire head had been completely annihilated.

But then, in the horrified eyes of everyone, the messenger's body swelled wildly. Everyone screamed and retreated, but saw the body turning into increasingly larger pieces of meat. They said that the hall was bursting, and then they broke through small buildings, high walls, which had occupied tens of thousands of square kilometers in a blink of an eye, turning into a mountain of meat hundreds of meters high.

But Roushan was a Buddha-like shape. Countless gray flesh palms rose behind him, and terrifying sound waves were released from the mouth of the flesh Buddha.

"Get out! I'm going to kill you!"

It was such a simple roar, and the shock wave burst, crushing the entire Guangming Sect's palace to the level ground.

The saint of the Ice Palace, the high priest, the King of Blood, the senior brother Sain, the Pope and others all escaped quickly, looking at the terrifying monster in front of them, and was shocked.

"What is this?"

"I actually destroyed the entire palace with one blow?"

"What kind of destructive power is this..."

Just under the unbelievable eyes of everyone, Fang Xingjian's body flashed and appeared on the head of the flesh Buddha.

"Die for me!"

He roared wildly, and thousands of flesh palms behind the flesh Buddha were slapped out, and each flesh palm was directly penetrated into the void of joy.

Everyone who saw this scene was even more frightened. The King of Blood shouted in disbelief: "How is it possible? It turns out like this, and can you still use that ability?"

Think about every palm that is as big as a car, think about thousands of such palms sank into the void, and rushing into Fang Xingjian's body with infinite power.

Everyone felt extremely shocked and fearful.

Sain looked at the scene blankly, with only one thought in his mind.

"Such power? Such an attack method? Apart from the god-level powerful man, can anyone really defeat him?"

The next moment, everyone's eyes were all out, as if they were about to stare out of their sockets.

There was no explosion, no tearing, nor turned into a bloody rain. The square star sword on the head of the flesh Buddha was not hurt except for the shaking of his body.

"How is that possible!" The meat Buddha screamed in dismay: "What the hell is going on with your body?"

Not to mention bones and muscles, he couldn't even break his brain, blood vessels, and internal organs.

The first level of level 29 is perfect, and the physical strength reaches the level of the upper level magic weapon of level 29, so tough!

Fang Xingjian smiled grimly, raised his fist, and in the horrified gaze of the flesh Buddha, the will of martial arts surged out: "I'm here." (To be continued.)
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