Chapter 603: In the dark

Before the Tyrannical Fist had taken shape, everyone present was terrified by its power, and at this time the entire palace was destroyed by those dozens of soul energy vortexes, which made everyone move freely in an instant.
"Quick! Run!"
"Leave here! Otherwise, you will be affected!"
The rebel cultivators reacted for the first time, turning their heads and running, one after another used their strength to feed themselves.
On the other side, the royal family also retreated far to the rear.
Everyone knew that Long Zhengsan's blow was really angry, and if they stayed in place, they would definitely die!
At this time, among the ruins of the palace, only Long Zhengsan and Su Fan remained.
Su Fan frowned, he couldn't move at all now, and Longzheng's Three Spirit Sage level aura was too strong, and it directly suppressed him completely.
There was no way, it seemed that he could only escape the disaster by entering the Sky Demon Tower.
Su Fan sighed in his heart, and his consciousness began to communicate with the Sky Demon Tower, ready to hide in immediately.
"Holy rank low-grade martial arts Tyrannical Fist? And still just getting started? Too weak!"
At this moment, a phantom sound resounded in the sky, and with this sound, a hand shadow covering the sky overturned, covering the entire palace ruins!
In the air, dozens of soul qi vortexes gathered together and turned into a soul qi dragon, roaring again and again, hitting Su Fan with incomparably fierce and domineering attitude!
However, when this dragon of spirit energy had just fallen tens of meters, the palm that covered the sky had already landed on it.
laugh!
As soon as the long soul dragon touched that big hand, it vaporized instantly, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye!
And the palm covering the sky disappeared at the same time, as if it had never appeared before!
"What, what?"
Long Zhengsan's surprised eyes almost fell to the ground.
He smashed his Tyrannosaurus Fist with a single palm, and the person who could issue this attack was definitely several times stronger than him. It was very likely that he was a great saint or even a saint!
However, how could such a powerful figure be hidden in a small low-level kingdom?
Long Zheng showed incomprehensibility on three sides, he subconsciously glanced at Su Fan, and wondered in his heart that this strong man has something to do with Su Fan?
Yes! It must be!
No wonder this Su Fan dared to speak against him. The other party must know that this strong man is nearby!
Thinking of this, Long Zhengsan's heart began to retreat, because with his current strength, it is absolutely impossible to be a great sage or an opponent of a sacred king.
And for an unknown treasure, he doesn't have to take risks at all!
At the moment, Long Zhengsan put away all his aura and shouted to the sky: "Senior, the villain just passed by here accidentally, and play with this little brother casually, don't care too much!"
"Playing? Why doesn't the emissary look like it? The emissary will almost put him to death as soon as you make a move. Is this also called playful?"
A circle of black ripples appeared in the void, and a man wearing a black robe and a mask on his face emerged, looking at Long Zhengsan with cold eyes.
"Senior, I really just want to play with this little brother!"
There was a slight chill in Long Zhengsan's heart, and he realized that he could not feel the breath of the coming person at all.
Only then did he understand that the master who suddenly appeared was definitely not a great saint, but a genuine saint king!
And it's not an ordinary holy king, but a holy king who has survived the catastrophe!
"Senior, the villain is an envoy from Dragon God Mountain!"
With a guilty conscience, Long Zhengsan directly reported his origins.
"What is Dragon God Mountain? The dark light I taught will shine there sooner or later!" The black robe man's voice exudes a deep disdain: "Don't talk nonsense, I will give you two choices, or die now. , Or take a palm!"
"What? Death?" Long Zhengsan said with a panic after hearing this: "Senior, it was mentioned in the'rules of the saints' that the saints are not allowed to fight outside the middle of the soul sky continent!"
"Hey!" The black-robed man laughed inwardly: "The'rule of the saint' is set for you righteous people, but not for us demon people. If the envoy wanted to kill you, he would kill you, you Dragon God Mountain I can't control the messenger's head!"
"Magic Dao!" Long Zhengsan shuddered all over, and carefully observed the shape of the black-robed man. Then he seemed to think of something and shouted: "You are a member of the Nether Demon Cult!"
"Yeah, it's very clever, I guessed it so quickly, yes, the emissary is the first of the seventy-two emissaries of the Netherworld!"
The black-robed man laughed grinningly, the black robe on his body had no wind, and a monstrous demon aura spread to all directions!
"Mingyi! You are Mingyi!"
Su Fan's pupils shrank, and his expression was extremely solemn. It was not the first time he heard this name.
But he didn't expect that he actually met Mingyi in such a situation, and the other party actually saved himself!
And this...what is it for?
Shouldn't they be enemies?
Shouldn't this Mingyi kill himself, why did he save himself at this moment?
All kinds of doubts lingered in Su Fan's heart, making him very puzzled.
"Hehe, Su Fan, it’s really not easy for the envoy to want to see you. I have asked you not to say it several times. It’s better for you to kill several apostles under the envoy! The envoy thought for a long time, or Decided to come to see you in person, no, I just happened to see you being bullied by this dragon cub, so I will help you!"
What surprised Su Fan was that this Mingyi seemed to treat him as a very close acquaintance, and said that his speech was unusually easy-going. He thought that Mingyi would directly attack himself.
"The Demon Cult!" Long Zhengsan's eyes were full of fear: "Is your Demon Cult going to resurrect again?"
Ming Yi glanced at Su Fan calmly, and said with deep meaning in his tone: "Resurrection? No! This is called returning to the top! The future world will definitely return to the hands of my Nether clan!"
"Humph!"
Long Zhengsan snorted coldly, without saying more.
He is very smart, knowing that if he talks too much at this time, he will be disadvantaged.
"Forget it, I'll give you a palm, I will be annoyed by the smell of dragon blood on your body!"
When Ming saw that Long Zhengsan was no longer answering, and lost the interest in continuing to chat with the other party, the voice fell and he slapped it out.
Boom!
In the loud noise, countless black qi transformed into a huge and incomparable palm, as if the mountain that went straight into the sky was smashing towards Longzheng Mountain.
"Longhua!"
Long Zhengsan yelled, his figure was infinitely tall, his majestic aura rushed out, picking up large patches of dust, and with the sound of crackling bones shifting, his flesh slowly took the shape of a dragon!
Roar!
The sound of dragon chants resounded throughout the world, and Long Zhengsan jumped high and transformed into a purple dragon nearly a thousand meters long. With a breath of dragon, dozens of purple flames were ejected and burned toward that mountain of palm shadow. go with!
(End of this chapter)