A powerful emperor in the crowd looked up at the tall black shadow in the sky, with a frightened expression on his face: "Frightening, this King Wu is indeed a super genius thousands of years ago. It is just the pressure emitted by a projection that makes I can't fight it!"
"Yes, obviously we and him are both great monks!"
Several great emperors sighed again and again, and they couldn't help feeling a little ashamed in front of the projection of King Tianwu.
Puff!
Under this coercion, there was one person who couldn't bear it, and couldn't help kneeling down at the projection of King Tianwu!
After this, the monks of the blockbuster also bowed down one after another. At this moment, they all felt that they were weak and pitiful in front of the projection of King Tianwu, like ants who could not decide their own fate.
All the cultivators in the field had only one thought left, and that was to continue to worship the projection of King Tianwu.
And after the weak cultivators bowed and bowed, finally, a powerful emperor could not bear it, and bowed down to the projection of King Tianwu.
Within a few breaths, everyone on the square in front of the temple almost all knelt to the ground.
Of course, except for two people.
That is Su Fan and Qin Ying.
Su Fan possesses a destructive body, and what he is least afraid of is this coercion. His body trembles slightly, and his divine power bursts out, gathering around him and Qin Ying, blocking the coercion emitted by the projection of King Tianwu.
Qin Ying was a little shaky and couldn't resist, but under the protection of Su Fan's supernatural power, he managed to survive.
"Who are these two people, how can they not be affected by the projection of King Tianwu?"
"Damn, we are all kneeling on the ground, these two people are fine, there is no reaction at all!"
"Mr. Soul, that person turned out to be just a Mister Soul. How can a Mister Soul resist this terrifying pressure? It's strange!"
In the entire front hall square, all the monks kneeling on the ground looked at Su Fan and Qin Ying.
These eyes are very complicated, there are doubts, surprises, jealousy and anger!
"Brother, are we too high-profile like this?"
Seeing that everyone looked to him and Su Fan, Qin Ying suddenly felt uneasy.
"High-profile is high-profile, I didn't even think about acting low-key!"
Su Fan responded softly, looking at the projection of King Wu that day with scorching eyes, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This day King Wu could lie to others' perception, but he could not lie to Su Fan.
That's right, the tall black shadow that appeared beside the huge portal was indeed the projection of King Tianwu.
However, there was one point that everyone in the field didn't know that the strength that the projection possessed was not that strong, only the level of Soul Sovereign one or two levels.
Of course, the strongest person in the field is only the Great Emperor. Facing the Tianwu King Projection with the strength of the low-level Soul Venerable, these Great Emperors really have no strength to resist this coercion.
"In this way, King Wu really can't leave the ground this time, and even if the projection is revealed, he can only have these strengths at most!"
Su Fan turned his gaze, turned to the deepest part of the sky, and saw a few thunderclouds flying towards this side.
It seems that Heavenly Dao sensed the existence of King Tianwu and wanted to bring down that heavy calamity.
"Well, let’s not say much. Now that the treasure house is open, only those who are destined for this king can get the inheritance of this king, inherit this king’s orthodoxy, and become the new overlord of this tens of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. I hope you will work hard. Yes!"
King Tianwu seemed to be aware of the threat, and saw the black projection next to the portal, which flickered a few times, and after leaving the last sentence, it disappeared in a flash.
Those few thunderclouds floating in the sky lost the trace of King Tianwu's projection, and then slowly dissipated.
"Sure enough!"
Su Fan narrowed his eyes, and he could see this detail very clearly.
After the projection of King Tianwu disappeared, the coercion covering everyone was gone, and at the same time, the huge portal in the sky also slowly opened in a roaring sound.
All the cultivators were shocked, and the world behind the portal was fictitious, real, and dreamy. Even the strongest emperor among them could not see clearly what was hidden behind the portal.
"Tianwu Treasury is open to pull!"
In the crowd, I don't know who yelled such a sentence, which awakened everyone!
Without the suppression of King Tianwu's projection, those great emperors stood up for the first time, their eyes met.
As if discussed in advance, an emperor from the Luo Tian dynasty first came out and said: "Since the Tianwu treasure house is open, then please hand over all the Tianwu dominoes you hold in your hand!"
"What! Hu Yanlie, what do you mean!" A soul emperor's seventh-level cultivator couldn't help but change his expression.
"What do you mean?" Hu Yanlie smiled contemptuously and raised his head: "Don't you understand what I said? It's just for you to hand over the Tianwu dominoes!"
"Joke, who do you think you are, why let us hand over the Tianwu dominoes to you!" The seventh-level cultivator of the Soul Emperor was dissatisfied.
"court death!"
Hu Yanlie's complexion sank, without saying any extra words, he directly suppressed the past with a slap, and the shadow of his palm fell, sealing all the escape routes of the seventh-level cultivator of the Soul Emperor!
"You want to kill me! I fight you!"
The seventh-level cultivator of the Soul Emperor simply rushed towards Hu Yanlie, revealing a desperate posture!
"seal!"
When it was said that it was too late, a rainbow of light suddenly flashed from the side, and the seventh-level soul emperor's footsteps slowed down, and he was firmly anchored like a wooden stake!
boom!
Hu Yanlie's palm accurately slapped the soul emperor's seventh-level cultivator, and the power gap directly shot the cultivator's flesh into cracks, and the broken organs mixed with blood slowly flowed out of the cracks.
One palm! Shoot to death!
"No! Lehu Patriarch!"
The clansmen of the seventh-level cultivator of the Soul Emperor cried out in grief and looked at Hu Yanlie in anger.
"Die me all the disgusting eyes!"
The palm shadow pressed down again, and the cultivation bases of those Lehu tribesmen were all weak, and suddenly burst one by one, turning into blood.
The monks with low cultivation levels in the field all showed fear and trembling with fear.
"Shame on your face!" Hu Yanlie spit lightly, then looked at the place where the man from Nanhai Dynasty was, and said respectfully, "Thank you, Emperor Wuliang!"
"Mr. Hu Yan is polite, this emperor just doesn't want to waste time!"
The immeasurable emperor looked like an old man with benevolent eyebrows and white eyebrows, and the rainbow light just now was cast by him.
"Emperor Immeasurable is extremely true, I advise you not to waste time!"
With a wave of his arm, Hu Yanlie sucked the two Tianwu dominoes carried by Lehu from a pool of blood into his palm: "You casual cultivators are not qualified to receive the inheritance of Tianwu King. If you don't hand over the Tianwu dominoes, then stop. Blame me for being merciless!"
