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Chapter 1942 The Power of the Quasi-Saint

Laws are higher than the power of heaven and earth. Any power on the continent is as small as an ant in front of the law.

Therefore, when Yang Xingyuan continued to expand the quasi-sacred realm and formed a blue light giant that was even larger than the sacred city with the quasi-sacred realm, everyone in the entire sacred city was frightened.

The descending pressure of the giants of the holy realm formed by the quasi-sacred realm contains the supreme power of the law, which makes everyone in the city lie directly on the ground. Only some powerful people with high cultivation can barely be able to do so.

Stand up.

The defenders on the city walls knelt on the ground, and some of them were directly affected by the pressure and vomited blood.

Krakk! At this moment, the city-mopping array on the surface of the Holy City broke layer by layer, and the continuous sound of bursting continued to sound.

Boom! In the end, the last layer of the formation caused endless ripples and ripples, and finally could not bear the terrifying pressure of the quasi-sanctuary and exploded.

When the city moat formation finally collapsed, the north gate and wall of the Holy City were too overwhelmed and collapsed.

The land collapsed, as well as all the buildings in the northern part of the Holy City, and countless defenders. The people were lying on the ground, dying, and some died on the spot.

Cang Hongshen, Xiang Rui, Yu Luan and several generals could not bear this pressure, and bent over and supported the ruins.

“How could it be so powerful?

This is the strength of the quasi-saint, is this the power of the law?"

A general completely collapsed, knelt on the ground, burst into tears, and completely lost his heart to fight.

His collapse was like a chain reaction, which caused the other generals to collapse. They lay on the ground, trembling, and could not raise any desire to resist.

Cang Hongshen's pupils shrank into needles, staring at the giant transformed in the quasi-sanctuary and Yang Xingyuan who was hanging on the giant's shoulders.

It was his first time to see the power of the quasi-saint.

In the past, he had only heard that quasi-saints were stronger than any martial emperor, but he had no idea in his mind. Now he finally saw it.

The quasi-saint is much better than the Martial Emperor, and the two are not on the same level at all.

Before Yang Xingyuan even took action, relying on the full pressure of the quasi-sacred realm, the city-modification formation that the Sacred City painstakingly arranged was destroyed in an instant. This power was too terrifying.

"Sir, we can't even resist, our Holy Dynasty is over!"

"The quasi-saint is so powerful. It's ridiculous that we thought we wouldn't be too far from the ninth-level martial emperor. We thought we could hold on for a while, but we didn't expect that we were as vulnerable as ants!"

Yu Luan and Xiang Rui struggled to support their bodies, their eyes full of grayness.

They were completely desperate. In front of Yang Xingyuan, they were just ants, small and useless.

Even Cang Hongshen felt desperate and pursed his lips, but he couldn't even say a word.

In the Holy City, there was no sound, and everyone was shocked by this scene, and almost all of them lost the idea of ​​resistance.

When the power is evenly matched, there may be many people who can fight to the death one after another; and once the strength difference is too great, who is willing to fight to the death in vain?

"Yang Xingyuan has become stronger, and his understanding of the law is deeper than before!"

Zhao Qi stood on the chariot, staring at Yang Xingyuan's back with serious eyes, and murmured.

Zhao Lu, Mo Hu and Zang Dao, who were following Zhao Qi, were stunned. They were completely shocked by the strength shown by Yang Xingyuan.

It was the first time that the three of them had seen the attack of the quasi-saint powerful man. They had fantasized a lot, but found that they still underestimated the power of the quasi-saint.

The rest of the people on the chariot, even the tens of thousands of cavalry, were shocked by Yang Xingyuan's move, as dumbfounded as a terrifyingly quiet.

In the distance, above the mountains, Ying Si, Zhu Tiancai and other people who were watching from afar were even more silent and their mouths were wide open.

"Oh my god! Is this Yang Xingyuan still a human?

Without taking action, just releasing the quasi-sacred realm, it directly destroyed the moat formation of the sacred city, and the entire northern wall and the northern area of ​​the building turned into ruins in an instant."

Zhu Tiancai suddenly became excited.

"Run! We must run. Yang Xingyuan is so scary. The quasi-saint is so strong. No wonder Yin and Yang Villa has always dominated the top two of the eight major forces!"

Ying Hong shouted crazy.

The princes and daughters were completely scared. They looked at Ying Si, asking for the latter's orders and immediately fled the place of right and wrong.

Ying Si was also scared to the point of being pale, but he was a little calmer than the others.

"Everyone, don't be impatient. Now Yang Xingyuan, Zhao Qi and his army are still a distance away from us. We won't notice what we are here here for a while! And Lord Mu..." Before Ying Si finished speaking, he just said that

He was interrupted by Ying Hong: "Ninth brother, are you still thinking about that Mu Feng?

Didn’t you see Yang Xingyuan’s horror?

Then Mu Feng went there without permission, just looking for death! Are you still waiting for him?"

"Yes! Mu Feng is looking for death, we can't seek death, so let's go!"

Zhu Tiancai also urged him.

The other princes and daughters were even more screaming and they didn't want to stay here for even a second.

Ying Si frowned slightly. He looked up at the direction of the Holy City, looked at Mu Feng's gradually moving away, and found that the latter's speed not only did not decrease, but was faster, and the target was Yang Xingyuan at the north city wall.

"Is he really crazy?"

Ying Si's expression was complicated. After saying that, he turned to the princes and daughters and said, "Let's go, go all the way south, and hide his identity in the future. Don't think about making a comeback!"

All the princes and daughters were in a heavy mood, and they also understood that Ying Si was right about this.

After seeing Yang Xingyuan's terrifying strength, they no longer had any fantasies.

"Let's go, retreat south!"

Everyone rushed towards the south, and Ying Si followed the last.

Before leaving, Ying Si finally looked at the Holy City, and he wanted to see the imperial city that gave birth to him and raised him again.

He knew that this farewell would probably be a farewell forever.
Chapter completed!
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