The sound of the sky was like a tide, constantly rushing to Zhaoming, as if thousands of sharp blades were everywhere, peeling off his body inch by inch, and blood sprinkling.

"Do you think I'm offending your divine power in this way and want to change my face?" Zhaoming yelled: "Come on, don't think I want to look like this. You, the culprit who has caused my demon race to be displaced for generations, if I don't die, one day I will be killed with you."

He knew that he was pure hysterical and could not be realized at all, but his arrogance in his heart made him scream out arrogantly.

The arrogant words made the witch clan angry, but looking at Zhaoming, who was exactly the same as Pangu, felt incredible.

The Pangu face in the sky was like a figure of the sky, as if it was angered by Zhao Ming's words. The sound of sound waves was even louder, and flesh and blood flew, as if snowflakes fell from the nine heavens and turned into a river of blood.

How could the wrath of heaven be punished only by the body? The sound of the sky is like a tide, and the sound of Tao is transformed into the sound of Tao, attacking Zhaoming with great divine power, trying to destroy his soul.

"Buzz!"

It was as if the bells were ringing, and the stones were shocked. Not to mention Zhaoming, the entire Colosseum was affected. The witch clan below the Golden Immortal Realm fell to his knees, and the Golden Immortal Witch Clan was also struggling to support it.

"What kind of heavenly tribulation is this!"

Meng Huai was shocked and had never heard of such a situation in the heavenly tribulation. His heart to kill Zhaoming was extremely strong, but due to the appearance of Pangu in the sky, he did not dare to take action at all, so he could only continue to wait.

The rest of the people are like this, not to mention Zhao Ming himself. He is like carrying thousands of mountains, and is forced to press from the heavenly tribulation to the ground. His knees tremble and his seven orifices are bleeding, and even breathing cannot be done.

Facing something much stronger than yourself, creatures will always involuntarily intend to kneel down and worship, pray and protect. This is true for the witch clan, and the same is true for Zhaoming's physical instinct.

This is a statue of the sky, exuding the power of the sky. How could he resist a golden immortal? His knees have begun to become soft and even bent, as if he wanted to kneel down.

"Don't want me to surrender!"

Zhaoming roared, intending to destroy his feet with true energy explosion as in Lushan to avoid the humiliation of kneeling. However, at this time, he was suppressed by the power of the heavenly tribulation, and his physical energy seemed to be a little uncontrollable. He instinctively operated on his own to resist this external oppression, and he could not do what he wanted to do.

I can't kneel, I will never kneel. I roar loudly in my heart, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, resounding throughout the world.

"ah!"

With a loud roar, blood burst out from the knees. This was a contest of will, and the battle of mental power actually shattered the flesh and blood. The terrifying pressure not only acted on people, but even a large number of cracks appeared in the Colosseum. This place where the high priest of the witch clan was arranged was difficult to ignore such pressure.

“Buzz!”

The sound of the sky is endless, and human power is sometimes poor. Zhaoming has reached the end of his strength. No matter how wide he opened his eyes, he could only watch his knees bent helplessly and was about to kneel down.

The mental power is like a lake, and the sound of the sky is like a blazing sun. It is about to dry the lake, and the ground is dry.

"ah!"

The roaring sound was unwilling to be, and the sarcastic pain made the witch clan shocked. When he could no longer support it, a "buzzing" sound suddenly sounded in his mind, and the powerful mental power that had no master seemed to be touched by the wrath of the sky, and he started to move on his own.

In the winding way, it was connected to Zhaoming's soul. It seemed as if the vast ocean and the small lake were connected, a vast spiritual force poured into Zhaoming's soul like a tide.

Thousands of miles naked. Heavy rains are pouring, and a long drought is coming from sweet rain. Zhaoming is like a big fish about to die of thirst, desperately swallowing and spitting the difficult rain, recovering rapidly and regaining vitality.

The wrath of the sky is unparalleled and Weiming is extremely powerful in his mental power. The two started a duel that could not be imagined by the world, confronting each other.

It is important to tighten the teeth. Zhaoming holds the black sun with his hand, and flies towards the sky little by little under the huge pressure. Only when the sea flows across the sea can he show his true nature. It is the genius who goes up against the current.

One meter, two meter... In a moment, I finally flew into the sky again.

"ah!"

When Zhaoming roared again, the feeling of comfort that he could not help but vent his voice loudly.

"Click!"

Vaguely, something seemed to be broken in my mind, and the magic of the Rin Divine Technique was operating on its own. With the help of the wrath of the sky and the spiritual power of the Weiming Yuanshen, an indescribable pressure emerged from Zhaoming.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of kneeling on the ground was heard one after another, and the entire Colosseum could not hold on. Faced with this terrifying pressure, they all chose to surrender. This is the instinct of life, and those who can resist have their own will.

At this time, Zhaoming, with the help of the two spiritual powers that did not belong to him, became like a demon emperor, making people unable to resist.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Even though he was covered in bruises, he could not stop the comfort in Zhaoming's heart at this moment.

More than 100,000 witch tribes knelt at their feet, and what they could only dream of in their dreams happened before him. This made him feel more relieved than the massacre of tens of thousands of witch tribes in Lushan that day.

It is easy to kill people, but it is difficult to kneel down.

Xiangzhe, Bai Ming, Tong Biaohu... many outstanding disciples who had fought with Zhaoming before were not spared and knelt on the ground uncontrollably.

Even though they were unwilling to let it go, the anger of that day was like Pangu. It was the belief they had worshipped for millions of years, which was deeply rooted and irresistible.

For a moment, except Zhaoming, Meng Huai was the only one who could stand in the entire Colosseum. But even he was not feeling well, his legs trembled and he couldn't move, but he was just holding on with his strong strength.

Zhaoming's laughter made him feel a great shame and wished he could slap the other person to death, but at this moment he could not do it, so he could only hold on so that he would not lose his composure.

"Meng Huai, did you see it? You are the witch clan, kneeling at my feet like beasts!" Zhaoming laughed: "Even if you can hold on, so what if you can hold on? One day, I will make your entire witch clan kneel at my feet like today...beg for mercy!"

Amid the laughter, the battle between Tianzhiwu and Weiming's soul was coming to an end. Even though Zhaoming was still full of flesh and blood, the mental pressure was getting smaller and smaller.

“Buzz!”

The sound of the sky continued, and a similar sound rang out in Zhaoming's mind. The primordial spirit in the upper dantian turned into a wisp of flame, passed through the meridians, and directly entered the purple palace. This is the first sign of achieving the realm of the Golden Immortal, and the primordial spirit entered the purple palace.

The dantian is like a lake, the purple palace is like a sea, and the soul passes through the river and enters the vast ocean. From then on, the sky is high and the sea is wide, and the future is infinite. This is also one of the reasons why the cultivation world regards the golden immortal as a crucial state in the cultivation world.

If the body is damaged, it can still be restored, and the soul is damaged, it will be a disaster. When entering the purple palace, the soul becomes stronger and the mental power becomes more extraordinary.

"ah!"

Zhaoming couldn't help but yell. He longed for power, never as long as he was today.

In this era of deserted smoke and war, there is no enough power, and even if he dies, he cannot make a free choice. He wants to break all this and make himself stronger little by little until the current status of the demon clan's survival.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

A burst of roar sounded, and thunder rolled in Zhaoming's body, as if a dragon roared, bursts of endless waves.

A powerful energy appeared all over the body, surrounded by three circles, transformed into the body, and then poured into the purple palace like a tide along the meridians.

A rapidly hovering vortex appeared above the soul, madly absorbing this powerful energy. This is the energy of life, hidden in the origin of life and the entire corner of the life of the creature, and is difficult to find at any time.

At this moment, you will advance to the Golden Immortal Realm, force this power that you never felt before, and truly become a part of your own practice.

The vortex is turning faster and faster, and the energy absorbs more and more. After a long time, it turns into reality and condenses into a few dancing flame flower.

The first of the three flowers on the top is the flower of essence. After successfully condensing, the vitality becomes stronger and the body becomes even further.

The injury recovered rapidly. Under his skin, flames were like a dragon dancing wildly, making him feel full of strength and about to vent.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

There were bursts of broken sounds in the void, and the restriction of the Colosseum began to tremble with the sound. As it shook, it was seen that there was a sense of glass breaking everywhere.

The power of the heavenly tribulation is a rule, the rule of the way of heaven. No one can change it under the way of heaven. Even the restrictions set by the high priest like this cannot resist.

However, under normal circumstances, it can only penetrate, and at this time, due to the battle between the sound of the sky and the Weiming Yuanshen, a large area of ​​shattering occurred here.

"ah!"

With a loud roar, the energy penetrated the sky. Zhaoming successfully passed the tribulation and entered the realm of the Golden Immortal. The power consumed and the injuries all over his body were completely restored. At this time, the power of the heavenly tribulation was just over, the sound of the sky dissipated, and the clouds in the sky were shattered by this roar.

The entire Colosseum witch clan was even more shocked and trembled all over. How could they see those at this time? The first feeling was that Zhaoming killed the image of Pangu in the sky.

Pangu is unparalleled in the world, no one can kill him except... himself.

All the witch tribes' eyes when they looked at Zhaoming changed drastically, and they were even more afraid of being shocked. Even the witch tribes in the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm and even the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm are no exception, although they are just demon tribes who have just entered the Golden Immortal Realm.

The power of the heavenly tribulation disappeared, and the wrath of the heavenly being gone. The Weiming Yuanshen had no consciousness, but were triggered by the same powerful force. When this external force disappeared, he would naturally return to peace.

Without two unconscious but extremely terrifying existences, Zhaoming's power gradually disappeared. Although the effect of the Rin Divine Art is still there, it is simply not worth mentioning compared to before.

The mountains pressing against the hearts of all the witch tribes were moved away a lot, and their bodies gradually returned to normal.

"Die for me!"

Meng Huai regained his freedom, shouted loudly and came to Zhaoming.

"boom!"
Chapter completed!