Sure enough, just as Old Demon Cang Ming was surprised, Bai Wujing turned his eyes and looked down at the hundreds of men in black from the Jiuyou Sect at the entrance to Yanwu Square.
His eyes suddenly narrowed, and in the gaps between his eyelids, a cold light flickered, and he shouted coldly: "A group of evil heretics must die."
Boom!
His whole body was shaking, and as he slapped his palm downwards, it was like the sky was shattering, and an extremely huge palm print fell from the sky.
The palm print was more than ten feet in diameter and was as big as a mountain peak. It was struck down with boundless power.
Rumble, click, click...
The ground was filled with sand and stones flying, dust and smoke billowing, and violent tremors. The hearts of the people present also trembled violently.
Too powerful!
So shocking!
This palm was like the palm of God. In an instant, it was as powerful as breaking bamboo, destroying the dead and dry, and directly killed two to three hundred men in black.
These men in black didn't even have the slightest strength to resist. They could only watch in horror as the huge palm prints were smashed down. They didn't even have time to scream. Together with the two to three hundred war horses under them, they were all killed.
The palm prints were blasted into pieces.
Waves of air swept around like tornadoes, and the remaining men in black were also affected. Some were injured, some vomited blood, and countless people, including people and horses, were thrown away, wailing.
The roaring sound disappeared as quickly as it came. When the smoke and dust cleared, the crowd looked at the entrance, and their hearts trembled violently again.
I saw that the huge arched relief gate had long since disappeared, and there, a large pit with a depth of several feet and a radius of more than ten feet appeared.
The shape of the pit is exactly like a huge palm print. Inside, blood mist is lingering, and piles of severed limbs and broken arms are vaguely visible.
A palm!
Just a slap in the face!
Two to three hundred people, regardless of their level of cultivation, were shattered into pieces in the blink of an eye, leaving no intact corpses. This bloody scene was truly shocking and shuddering.
No one expected that Bai Wujing looked so benevolent and would do whatever he asked, and his attacks were so ruthless that he killed two to three hundred people with one palm strike.
Killing!
It's just killing with absolute strength!
The whole place was as silent as a chill. There was only a gasp, and no one dared to say a word.
Even those who were poisoned, even Leng Qingwu, Yan Feiyun, Yuan Hengqiu, Ouyang Gu and other masters at the peak of the Vientiane Realm all held their breaths and looked horrified.
Tang Mang was also extremely shocked, even his body was trembling and cold. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene in the big pit. He felt something in his heart and murmured to himself: "On the road of martial arts, strength is respected, and human life is like a piece of grass."
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Since his debut, although he has killed people, he has never killed so many people. Instead, he still killed two to three hundred people with one blow.
What a tyrannical strength!
No matter how many people there are in black, no matter how high their cultivation level is, they are still ants in front of Bai Wujing, a group of ants who can only be slaughtered without any resistance.
"It's just a late-stage cultivation of the Heavenly Realm. What's so surprising? In the era of this demon saint, there were many warriors like this."
Yama Luo's somewhat weak voice of disdain came.
"This is not the ancient times. There may not be many experts in the Heavenly Realm in the entire Longyuan Continent."
Tang Mang secretly responded, seeing the power of Bai Wujing's palm, he finally understood the power of a master in the Heavenly Realm, and was immediately shocked and awed.
The shock was due to Bai Wujing's tyrannical strength, and the awe was due to the fact that Bai Wujing killed the warriors of the Jiuyou Sect.
This is an act of great justice.
Many of the warriors present who had just refused to surrender to the Nine Nether Sect saw so many men in black dying tragically in an instant. While they were frightened, they all felt a little excited and happy.
"Haha, Senior Bai is invincible and invincible!"
"Kill, kill well. The Jiuyou Cult thieves are despicable and shameless. They dare to poison us. They should be killed and punished."
"Yes, Senior Bai is here. Today, these evil heretics will never come back, and they will die without a burial place."
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After a short period of silence, countless voices came and went. Those warriors who refused to surrender were so excited that they couldn't help but roar with excitement. The sound was overwhelming.
Bai Wujing's attack was too harsh and too fast. Old Demon Cang Ming came back to his senses and saw rivers of blood and mountains of flesh and blood in the pit. His eyes suddenly turned blood red and he let out a sharp scream.
"Bai Wujing, you dare to kill my disciple? Okay, very good, I will not be able to live or die today."
He was so angry that he completely forgot that his own cultivation strength was far inferior to that of Bai Wujing.
At the same time, those men in black from the Jiuyou Sect who were lucky enough to survive also let out roars that shook the sky.
"Ah, senior brother, you, you died so miserably."
"Damn it, this old guy deserves to die."
"Kill, fight with him."
Many people's eyes were red. Although they were severely injured, covered in blood, and their bodies were shaking slightly, the swords in their hands were all pointed at Bai Wujing in the sky.
For a time, resentment, murderous intent, evil spirit, and evil energy gathered together, rising into the sky like streaks of wolf smoke, stirring the space and making a buzzing sound.
"court death!"
Bai Wujing let out a cold snort from his nose, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he kept doing nothing. The murderous intent in his body surged, he slapped his palm down, and a shocking palm print suddenly fell.
Boom!
With one palm strike, it was like an elephant crushing a large group of ants. Countless men in black were unable to dodge and were killed by the palm prints. None of them died. Only less than two hundred people were lucky enough to survive, but were only affected by the palm prints. All of them were killed.
He was seriously injured.
Countless people were shocked by this scene.
Kill as you say, without mercy. With one palm strike, blood flowed into a river. Corpses were scattered everywhere. As far as the eye could see, there was not a single complete corpse!
What a horrific scene!
Countless people were trembling.
Cang Ming Old Demon did not expect Bai Wujing to be so hot and heartless, and kill hundreds of people with one palm. He was immediately furious and screamed madly: "You go too far, Bai Wujing, you are dead, you are dead."
ah."
The remaining less than two hundred men in black were seriously injured. Bai Wujing did not take any more action. Instead, he turned his eyes and looked at Old Demon Cang Ming. He said coldly: "I say it again, hand over the antidote, otherwise you will be killed."
die."
After saying that, a strong murderous intention surged out of his whole body.
"Haha, even if you kill me, you still won't get the antidote."
The old demon Cang Ming laughed wildly, with no fear in his eyes and a bloodthirsty look on his face.
"In that case, go to hell!"
Bai Wujing's eyes turned cold, and he was about to take action.
Suddenly, a sharp shout came from a distance: "Bai Wujing, you deserve to die..."
The sound of shouting still lingered, and a black palm print the size of a castle tore through the air, whistling and at least, that aura was evil, cold, violent, murderous, and cruel, just like some kind of monster waking up from a deep sleep.