Following Ling Tian's hiss, the terrifying power of Tian Yuan condensed into the prisoner's hand and stretched out.
"No!"
Liang Han never thought that Ling Tian would dare to attack him directly so brazenly.
Could it be that this guy is really not afraid of him doing the Tianzhan Palace?
But Ling Tian's big hand had already captured him, so Liang Han could only use his flying knife and strangled him, trying to crush Ling Tian's offensive.
However, Ling Tian's face was cold and his hands were solid, and his divine light was brilliant. With one grab, even the quasi-immortal soldier was crushed to pieces.
His big hand swept across and he grabbed Liang Han in his hand.
Even the aftermath of the Dragon Prisoner's hand would knock all the surrounding warriors away without being seriously injured.
Ling Tian today is far more tyrannical than he was in Fenglei City half a year ago!
"Ling, Ling Tian!"
"What do you want to do? Is it possible that you dare to kill me, Liang Han?"
"Let me tell you, my grandfather is the deputy master of the Qiantian War Palace. He is outside Jiucang Mountain now. If you dare to touch me, I guarantee that Jiucang Mountain will be your burial place!"
Liang Han was afraid.
Now that he is in the hands of Ling Tian, even the top spiritual treasure has no effect!
Even under the restraint of Ling Tian's big hand, the light of the spiritual treasure has been shattered inch by inch.
What kind of terrifying energy is this?
"Haha, I, Ling Tian, am never afraid of threats."
"If you want to kill me, Ling Tian, then the Qiantian War Hall is not worthy!"
"You can die!"
Ling Tian ignored it at all and slowly clenched his big hands, watching as Liangshan's Lingbao light shield was shattered.
"Ling Tian, I advise you not to try to anger me."
On Jiucang Mountain, Jiang Hao's voice sounded again.
"Who do you think you are?"
Ling Tian looked at the stalwart figure standing on Jiucang Mountain from a distance, and clenched his big hands suddenly. With a pop, Jiang Hao shattered together with the top-level spiritual treasure light shield!
Ling Tian, after killing Zhang Heng of Qiantian Battle Palace with one move, he crushed Liang Han to death with one hand!
At this point, Jiang Hao is the only one left among the three geniuses in the Qiantian War Hall.
"Damn it, Ling Tian from the Wilderness State deserves to die!"
Outside Jiucang Mountain, on the high mountain occupied by the Qiantian War Palace, the faces of the palace master Jiang Heng and others were all red. If it weren't for the Hundred Sects Competition here, they would have killed Ling Tian directly.
When did he, Qian Tianzhan Palace, receive such an insult?
On Jiucang Mountain, Jiang Hao was trembling with anger.
Ling Tian actually dared to kill two of his junior brothers in front of him.
Moreover, who do you think you are?
Why is he, Ling Tian, so arrogant?
However, Jiang Hao was unable to descend from Jiucang Mountain to avenge Ling Tian in person because of his face.
However, after Ling Tian killed Liang Han, he didn't even look at the corpse. He dashed forward and turned around to kill the black and white ghost envoy of the Thousand Corpses Sect in the Northern Territory.
Wherever he passed, everyone who stood in front of him was killed by the pressure of vitality.
Extremely terrifying.
The black and white ghost envoys who suppressed Liu Min, Ran Min and others also noticed Ling Tian's aura, and immediately laughed ferociously, and surrounded Ling Tian from left to right.
"I didn't intend to touch your Thousand Corpses Sect, but you guys are really shameless!"
Ling Tian sneered, even though the black and white ghosts were combined, their combat power was even more terrifying than that of Liang Han.
However, he still didn't take it seriously.
The stick of Duer manifested itself in his hand, and the golden wings of light behind him suddenly bloomed. The next moment, Duer danced, one to the left and one to the right, and two shadows of the stick appeared directly!
"Suppress evil!"
"Exorcism!"
"How dare you, a shameless person, be embarrassed and conspicuous in front of me, Ling Tian?"
"Die!"
Dangdang!
As soon as the voice fell, the two stick figures swung away. The black and white ghost envoy was shocked when Ling Tian launched his weapon.
Middle-grade quasi-immortal soldier!
The grade of the weapon in Ling Tian's hand is actually so high!
However, when they wanted to escape, it was already too late.
With two muffled sounds, the quasi-immortal weapon in the hands of the black and white ghosts shattered directly, and the two of them were swept away by the stick and fell to the ground. They could no longer die.
The Black and White Demon Angel of Thousand Corpses Sect You Qianshi, a famous genius in the Northern Territory, was now like Liang Han, who was directly killed by Ling Tian when he met him.
Completely, just like slaughtering a pig or a dog.
The remaining power of the stick shadow fell, and hundreds of warriors from the southern region were directly killed.
Ling Tian's terror has shocked everyone.
All the more than 10,000 warriors under Jiucang Mountain withdrew from the battlefield and did not dare to take a step closer.
Outside Jiucang Mountain, on the mountain peak where the Thousand Corpses Sect is located, the powerful men including the leader of the Thousand Corpses Sect also stood up together.
The Black and White Ghost Envoy was a rare genius in the sect, but now he was killed without even getting a ranking.
"Haha, Dahuangzhou Lingtian is very good."
"I, Youlu, remember you."
In front of the throne of the Thousand Corpses Sect, a woman with a similar face to You Qianshan sneered coldly.
That look was like a sinister smile from an evil spirit.
On the golden platform of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, there was a divine light shining in the eyes of Master Yiming, who oversees the temple.
"Interesting, I didn't expect that besides Wukong, there is also someone who surprises the poor monk. This Lingtian's stick technique is my Buddhist heritage!"
Under him, a group of young monks also looked over, with burning eyes.
At the foot of Jiucang Mountain, the battlefield is clearly divided.
On one side were less than 4,000 warriors from the northwest and two regions left, and all of them were injured.
On the other side, there were more than 10,000 Southern Territory warriors, but these warriors kept retreating with fear on their faces.
In the sky above both sides, there is a figure hanging in the sky, leaning against the blue clouds, looking down at the sky and the earth.
No one dares to despise it.
Now, in the northern and southern regions, except for the four geniuses who possess the Taichu Martial Spirit, all the other leaders on the general list have been killed by Ling Tian alone.
At this time, Mo Gu also gave up attacking Qin Mingzhu and took back the four puppets to protect him.
Ling Tian also crossed over and held Qin Mingzhu in his arms.
"Fool, why are you insisting? Why don't you use Taichu Martial Spirit?"
Ling Tian frowned.
At this time, Qin Mingzhu's body was stained with blood. Although it could only be regarded as a minor injury, it still made Ling Tian feel distressed.
Since he found Qin Mingyue in this world, he has never caused her any harm.
"To deal with him, there is no need to use the Taichu Martial Spirit. Moreover, now is not the time when Taichu was born."
Qin Mingyue raised her sword and broke away from Ling Tian's arms. After all, so many people were watching.
"Okay, leave this to me."
Ling Tian pinched Qin Mingyue's face, then turned around, his eyes gradually focusing on Mo Shou.
"The Nightmare Martial Spirit does not belong to you."
"I want your life!"
There were only two sentences, but they seemed to be judging Mo Gu.
"Haha, it's really ridiculous. Do you really think that you will be invincible after killing a few losers?"
"Ling Tian, I, Mo Gu, are waiting for you!"
Mo Shou controlled the four puppets and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"hehe……"
However, Ling Tian turned away his gaze and looked at Wukong in the distance.
"Wukong, step back."
"In the top ten of the overall list, whoever I let be on the list can be on it!"