Although the purple sword energy finally struck the phantom beast, the remaining power of the purple flame just rolled on the phantom beast's skin and dissipated.

"The strength of this fantasy beast is so abnormal."

Hu Zhen's expression also changed, and his face instantly turned pale.

Previously, Qin Cheng was at a disadvantage against the nine-marked phantom beast, but the fight was back and forth, which made Hu Zhen feel that this nine-marked phantom beast might not be that difficult to deal with.

And he used all his strength to slash through it with this move. Even if the nine-marked phantom beast survived, it would probably be seriously injured.

Hu Zhen never expected that when his Purple Flame Roaring Sky slashed through, not only was the opponent not seriously injured, it was not even considered a minor injury.

Click, click, click!

Just then, as the nine-marked phantom beast struggled, the spiritual cords around it reached their limit and began to shatter one by one. The divine marks on the other end also disappeared into thin air.

"No, this fantasy beast is about to escape." Someone shouted.

"Second brother, run away."

Hu Ningyan also screamed.

Hu Zhen had attacked and killed the phantom beast before. When the beast escapes from trouble, he will probably be the first to kill his second brother.

But right now.

Buzz!

Above the nine-marked phantom beast, a sound like a bell like a bell suddenly sounded.

Not only Hu Zhen, but other monks also heard this sound.

The thing in the sky seemed to be very thick, and its speed was extremely violent, as if it was approaching the ground in a small cone.

When this object crossed the sky, the sound it produced was like the roar of muffled thunder. The low and vibrating sound seemed to tear the void into pieces.

The entire sky was agitated, and everything around was distorted by space.

This sound is like ripples, spreading in all directions.

As the sound got louder and louder, all the monks felt their eardrums hurt and their scalps felt numb, as if they were being attacked by sound waves.

Countless phantom beasts also looked anxious and roared towards the sky.

Even at this moment, all the monks and phantom beasts suspended their attacks.

They couldn't help but look in that direction.

What is going to fall from the sky?

At the nearest distance, Hu Zhen came to his senses and immediately raised his head to observe.

Then, his whole body trembled slightly, his eyes widened,

He suddenly saw a scene in the sky that shocked him extremely.

This is a huge palm, more than a hundred feet long, as thick as a mountain, and it is falling towards the Nine-Pattern Fantasy Beast.

Above the palm print, the whole body was burning with raging flames. These flames surged in the void and distorted the four directions. Hu Zhen felt his eyes sting as if they were being burned just by looking at them.

"This is Fellow Daoist Qin's method!"

Hu Zhen was shocked. He could sense Qin Cheng's aura on this palm print, but what kind of palm print was this condensed spiritual energy? Why was the palm print condensed by Fellow Daoist Qin so difficult for him to resist, as if he would be burned to death if he touched it?

Feel?

"roar!"

Hu Zhen, who was hundreds of meters away, felt terrified. He was directly below the palm print and looked at the nine-striped phantom beast that was constantly being slapped by the huge flaming palm, and even showed a look of horror.

Qin Cheng's method of Yanhuang's finger before just made him feel a headache, or uncomfortable, so he wanted to avoid it.

But this was like the palm mark of a falling mountain, which gave it a sense of life and death crisis for the first time.

This thing can't be picked up, I have to avoid it!

The phantom beast let out an anxious roar and used all its strength to break free of the spiritual ropes that bound it.

When the last spiritual cord shattered, it immediately fled madly to one side.

The nine-marked phantom beast understands that this palm seal technique takes five or six breaths to condense. As long as it avoids this palm print,

Next, if he is not restrained, Qin Cheng will not be a threat to him even if he condenses this palm print again.

However, just when the phantom beast was about to fly out of the range of the palm print.

In the pothole, a blurry afterimage suddenly flew up.

With a snap, the afterimage hit the nine-marked phantom beast accurately.

With a scream, the Nine-Pattern Phantom Beast felt as if its head had been stabbed by ten thousand needles. It was caught off guard and its body was temporarily stagnant.

It was this short pause that gave the flame palm print the final chance to fall.

When the nine-patterned fantasy beast regained consciousness, the demon emperor's palm, which was filled with flames, had been continuously enlarging in its pupils.

Eventually, it was completely swallowed up.

Boom!

The huge palm print slapped hard on the body of the fantasy beast.

The nine-marked phantom beast still wanted to resist, but the inertia of falling from a high altitude and the coercion of the demon emperor's palm itself made it unable to withstand it at all.

What's more, this palm print carries a burning that makes people's soul tingle. Just by putting the claws on it for a moment, all the hair burned by the flames is gone, and the skin cracks.

As a result, the palm prints carried the phantom beast all the way and returned to the ground from mid-air.

Then crush it all the way, from the ground to the underground.

Within the ten-mile light curtain space, the ground surged, and numerous collapses occurred, as if a tsunami had appeared on the earth.

"The flames in this palm print are too violent."

Then, Hu Zhen on the side realized that his previous feeling was not wrong.

As the giant palm fell rapidly, it exploded on the ground.

The scorching heat radiated from the flames, even hundreds of miles away, felt like a hot fire hitting his face, and his skin was about to be ignited.

"hiss!"

Even though he was proficient in the art of purple flame and was also a flame monk, under this temperature, Hu Zhen took a breath and retreated involuntarily.

"Quickly rewind."

"I feel like I'm going to be burned."

"What a terrifying fire."

call!

On the ground, those collapsed trees were instantly ignited, turning everything within a few miles into a sea of ​​flames.

The cultivators and various phantom beasts around were even more unable to resist. They all looked shocked and hurriedly backed away after feeling their whole bodies burning.

"Fellow Daoist Hu, what exactly is this palm print? Is it really that Daoist Qin who burst out?" A fox monk said with a trembling voice that could not be concealed.

They could all feel it. If the palm print had hit them instead of the Nine-Pattern Fantasy Beast, then none of them would have survived.

But Fellow Daoist Qin, isn't he just a declining monk? How could he possibly unleash such a terrifying attack?

But if it were not Qincheng, there would be no one else here.

"It's Mr. Qin. I can feel his aura from that palm print. I'm afraid this is an attack in which he tried his best and even consumed his lifespan." Hu Zhen frowned.

Judging from his experience, Qin Cheng's outburst of such an attack must have exceeded the limit of what he could perform, and he was destined to pay a certain price.

"Second brother, doesn't that mean that Mr. Qin's current condition may be very dangerous?" Hu Ningyan said nervously.

"Master Qin!"

"Master Qin!"
Chapter completed!