Chapter 2150 All Dead!

Around this altar, there are indeed many bones.

Some corpses, even hung with fresh flesh and blood, didn't seem to have fallen for long.

"Old man, you talk too much!"

Another seventh-order Xuanxian picked up the iron chain in his hand and beat it down heavily.

Snapped!

There was a bloodstain on the old man's body in an instant, and the skin was open and fleshy!

The old man groaned, his whole body trembled, his expression was painful, and he did not dare to say a word.

At this moment, the sixth-order Xuanxian has come to the altar.

This person stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the silver mask of the martial arts deity, and scolded: "When I arrived in the Demon Realm, I still wore the mask and took it off for Lao Tzu!"

The martial arts deity didn't even look at him, he flicked the sleeve of his robe with his backhand, and slapped the sixth-order Xuanxian directly.

puff!

The sixth-order Xuanxian's body exploded on the spot, turning into a cloud of blood, and his body and spirit were destroyed!

Silence!

The dozen or so black-robed cultivators were still chatting and laughing, but seeing this scene, everyone's smiles froze on their faces.

All the limbs were chained by chains, and the ninety-nine monks kneeling on the ground were all dumbfounded and looked horrified!

In their eyes, the cultivator of the upper realm who was too powerful to resist was killed by this ascender with a robe sleeve!

how is this possible?

They are also ascenders, how can this person have such a powerful power?

Not only were they confused, but the dozen or so demon cultivators from the upper realm couldn't understand it, and were stunned on the spot.

The martial arts deity slowly walked down the altar and walked towards the dozen or so people.

Among the crowd, the black-armored man headed was the first to react, quickly spreading out his consciousness, and turning around on the body of the martial arts deity.

But this person's heart is even more confused.

With his spiritual awareness, he couldn't even detect the realm of this ascendant!

how can that be?

A Netherworld cultivator who has just ascended can never be higher than his cultivation realm.

Could it be that this person has practiced some kind of hidden cultivation technique?

It must be so!

The black armored man made a judgment.

In fact, the cultivation realm of the martial arts deity, let alone that he cannot detect it, even if the cultivation realm far exceeds his heavenly immortals, the true immortals and powerhouses will not be able to see the depth of the martial arts deity.

Martial arts are different from immortals, Buddhas, and demons.

The martial arts deity has created an unprecedented path, created the life wheel realm, opened the secret realm in the body, and exploded potential.

Even the martial arts deity had to verify with Qinglian's real body, in order to roughly infer which cultivation realm corresponds to the life wheel secret realm, and how could others find out.

"Ascender, you'd better be honest with me!"

The black armored man secretly transmitted his voice, and the dozens of Xuanxians around him quickly dispersed, each offering a magic weapon to surround the martial arts deity.

"This is the territory of Huangsha Palace!"

The man in black armor saw that everyone had formed a siege on the martial arts deity, and he was calm, and sneered: "Here you kill people, I think you don't want to live!"

"In the Demon Domain, it is completely the law of the jungle."

Sirius's voice resounded in the storage bag: "In other places, there may be pretense, but in the Demon Realm, it is blood and killing!"

"On this land, only the most vicious and ruthless people can gain a foothold!"

"What kind of power is your Huangsha Palace?"

The martial arts deity suddenly asked.

"Naturally it is Xuan level!"

The black armored man said proudly.

But soon, a confusion arose in his heart.

How could this ascendant know the rank distinction of the upper realm sect forces?

The martial arts deity didn't wait for him to react, and pointed to the ninety-nine ascenders kneeling on the ground beside him, and asked, "What do you want them to do?"

"Ascendents from the lower realm come to the upper realm, naturally they will be enslaved by us for a period of time."

The man in black armor said: "If you behave well, I can send you to the spiritual field to become a spiritual farmer to grow spiritual medicine, it will be easier.

"If you can't open your eyes, hehe, you can only send it to the depths of the earth to dig!"

After Qinglian's real body soared to the upper realm, Lingnong had done mining.

Although the deity of Martial Dao did not experience it personally, the two souls were connected with each other. Hearing these two things, he felt a little bit of conflict in his heart.

"Go!"

At this moment, the man in black armor seemed to be a little lost when he saw the martial arts deity, and without hesitation, he gave the order directly.

The black-robed cultivators, who were eager to try, took action one after another, took out their magic weapon flying swords, and slashed towards the martial arts deity.

The black armored cultivator also hurriedly squeezed the magical power of immortality and burst out!

"Fixing technique!"

"Wind Breathing Technique!"

"Thunder strike!"

"..."

One after another magical powers and immortal arts come, surging!

The martial arts deity turned a blind eye, did not even dodge, and despite these many magical powers, the magical flying sword descended on him.

Seeing this scene, those Ascenders who were kneeling on the ground couldn't bear it, and avoided their eyes one after another.

The old man who reminded the martial arts deity just now, saw that the martial arts deity made an extraordinary move, and there was a glimmer of hope in his heart.

But now, he sighed softly.

Even if it is reinforced and iron bones, if it is besieged by so many monks, I am afraid that it will be beaten to pieces.

The black armored man let out a sigh of relief.

Before that, he had not been able to detect the cultivation realm of the martial arts deity, and there was still a trace of worry in his heart.

But now, it should be no surprise.

Such a violent offensive, even a first-order earth immortal may not be able to retreat!

When this thought fell, many magical powers, magic weapons and flying swords descended one after another, and fell on the body of the martial arts deity like a gust of wind and rain.

The magical powers and immortal arts all collapsed, failing to stir up a little ripple.

All the magic weapon flying swords slammed into the body of the martial arts deity, and there was a tinkling sound through the clothes!

Under the watchful eyes of all, these magic weapons flying swords were all shattered and reduced to a pile of dull copper and rotten iron, scattered all over the place!

hiss!

The black-robed cultivator's expression changed drastically, and he took a deep breath.

What means is this?

Just don't move, will all the magical powers and fairy magic, the magic weapon flying sword be resolved?

"escape!"

In the black armored man's mind, only this thought remained.

He turned around and fled without even thinking about it, without even reminding the other monks.

boom! boom! boom!

Behind him, there was a shuddering sound of flesh and blood colliding.

He couldn't help but look back.

I saw an invisible purple figure on the battlefield behind him, galloping continuously.

The monks standing in front of this purple figure all turned into blood mist, and no one was spared!

All dead!

The dozen or so cultivators didn't even have time to let out their screams, and they were already dead!

The man in black armor only felt that his legs were weak, and his liver and gallbladder were so frightened that he didn't dare to look again, took a deep breath, and fled desperately.

As long as he can escape to the nearest spiritual mine, he may survive!

There are many strong earth immortals guarding the spiritual mine.

The strong earth immortal can definitely kill this purple-robed monk!

It didn't take long for the crashing sound behind him to disappear, and a faint bloody smell drifted over with the breeze.

The man in black armor did not dare to look back.

He was afraid that he would see that cold silver mask again, those indifferent and deep eyes!