Chapter 2900: Punch down

"No, it's impossible!"
The Spirit of Dilu Temple roared, his expression unbelievable.
He could feel that the universe of his own evolution was collapsing, and the hanging world was constantly falling.
Even, a crack appeared in his body, the place where it collided with the bull devil on the huge bronze gate.
A clearly visible crack!
This is his body, and the essence is the body of Zhuntianzun!
The ordinary giants of the heavens can't hurt their body at all.
Even if he can't fully awaken, but his essence is there, the seventh-level giant, and even the eighth-level supreme, cannot break his ontology.
That's why he couldn't fully wake up, and he didn't have the confidence to fear the Bull Demon King.
However, in the hands of the Bull Demon King, a crack broke.
It looks small, but it breaks if it breaks!
Even the Bull Demon King's fist strength followed this crack, spread into the body, and swept towards the Fangdilu world on that side.
"Snapped!"
The spirit body of the Dilu Temple shook, and he sensed that many of the Dilu world was torn and shattered by fist strength.
In just one breath, no less than a hundred worlds would be broken!
"town!"
The Dilu Temple spirit yelled, and quickly mobilized his own strength to suppress the raging punches in his body.
Before he was relieved, a huge fist had shattered into the void and came to suppress him.
My old cow said it was a punch to suppress you, then a punch to suppress you!
The bull devil has no expression on his face, his eyes are as cold as a knife.
The force of the fist did not change, and it pressed through the sky, just like a punch from the nine heavens, the violent power filled the entire space.
Endless pressure, pressure from all directions towards the Dilu Temple, squeezing the void into a piece of iron.
"open!"
The Dilu Temple Spirit frantically urged its own power, and the bronze giant gate shook wildly, but was surprised to find that he could not move.
He is like a butterfly solidified in amber, frozen in the air, no matter how hard he struggles, he can't move.
The strength of a body is even more controlled by the blood pressure of the bull devil!
"Huh!"
The Bull Demon King stretched his five-finger skips, changed his fist into his palm, and grabbed it.
Then, with a squeeze of his palm, he easily squeezed the body of Dilu Temple Spirit, which is the bronze giant gate, in the palm of his hand.
"Let go of this seat, damn, let go of this seat!"
The Dilu Temple spirit roared wildly.
The giant bronze gate released a brilliant light, struggling constantly in the hands of the Bull Demon King.
"To shut up!"
The Bull Demon snorted coldly, and the overbearing power burst into the bronze giant gate, forcibly cutting off the connection between Tianzun Daoyuan and the spirit of Dilu Hall.
Without the support of Tianzun Daoyuan, Dilu Temple Spirit had no resistance.
Falling into the palm of the bull devil, like a little sheep, let the bull devil hold it.
"Om!"
Then, as soon as the monstrous qi and blood was collected, the vision was held together.
The Bull Demon King stepped into the void, holding the bronze giant gate in one hand, step by step towards Qin Yi and others, his expression calm, as if he had done a trivial thing.
Calm and domineering, relaxed and freehand!
"..."
Seeing this scene before him, many emperors were in a trance.
Is this the end?
A quasi-tianzun tool that was left behind by a celestial magnate, whose power is comparable to that of the giants of the heavens, was just suppressed?
Moreover, it was still suppressed by a punch!
If it were not for the power displayed by the Dilu Temple Spirit, it would be extremely terrifying, I am afraid they would all think that the Dilu Temple Spirit was a fake.
Because of this, it highlights the tyranny of the Bull Demon King!