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Chapter 371 The Great Emperor Is Out, What Can I Do With Me

Facing Hua Junran's threat, Sikong Nanyan didn't care and laughed loudly: "Even if you are inextricably linked to the restricted area, if the emperor doesn't come out, what can you do to me?"

Boom!

These words resounded throughout the nine heavens and spread to all realms.

Looking around, who dares to say such arrogant words?

The Taoist Tongtian, who is known as the number one under the emperor, survived many failed attempts to prove the Tao, but he did not dare to challenge the majesty of the restricted area like this. Tianjizi, who was as powerful as Tianjiyuan, was also afraid of being contaminated by the supreme cause and effect, so he could not

Maybe so heroic.

Another example is the old blind swordsman from Xuanyu Prefecture, who was at his peak in the last era. He suffered from Tao injuries due to his failure to prove the Tao and rarely showed up.

There are so many powerful people in the world, and even if there is no great emperor, no one can compare with the current Sikong Nanyan.

Hua Junran was extremely frightened and planned to turn around and run away.

However, without Sikong Nanyan's permission, Hua Junran could not leave this space at all and was trapped within the boundaries of the Changsheng Palace.

clatter!

Sikong Nanyan slowly walked towards Hua Junran. Every step he took would put huge pressure on Hua Junran's heart.

Hua Junran's face was ferocious, directly showing the true form of the eagle clan, turning into a black eagle. However, Hua Junran's eagle did not have the power to soar above the nine heavens, and was like a frightened mouse.

, hiding in various places, panicking, unable to find a hole to escape from.

Boom!

Sikong Nanyan's footsteps were like the sound of the great road, hitting Hua Junran's heart and soul with every beat.

"help me."

Hua Junran couldn't exert himself, and his voice was extremely low, hoarse and low.

Hua Junran begged the strong men in the penalty area, hoping to get help from the penalty area to get him out of the sea of ​​suffering.

Perhaps because Hua Junran still had value, or to maintain the dignity of the restricted area, a huge black vortex appeared in the sky above the Changsheng Palace.

A black hand came out of the whirlpool and grabbed Hua Junran, obviously intending to rescue Hua Junran.

Of course Sikong Nanyan would not agree. He snorted coldly and waved his sleeves.

With the appearance of Sikong Nanyan, a long river running for thousands of miles appeared in the void, inside it appeared the image of ancient ruins, and a bluestone road leading straight to the end of time.

The shocking sound of bells and drums came from the depths of the river, stirring up all realms and becoming majestic.

"The evergreen picture of time!"

When the powerful men in the world saw this, they spoke out.

"The vision of the Cold Jade Immortality Technique carries the power of time. The old monster's Immortality Technique has reached its peak. A trace of the Dao pattern of the Evergreen Diagram can suppress most of the saints in the world."

Hundreds of millions of miles apart, countless monks can feel the pressure of the Evergreen Picture, and their hearts are shaken.

"Is the old monster going to come into contact with the existence of the restricted area?"

The people of the world held their breath, as things have developed to this point, which has exceeded the expectations of everyone in the world, including the top management of Tianjiyuan.

"This old guy is still alive. It's so fucking outrageous. He's truly a pervert."

Tianjizi is located on the boundary of Tianjiyuan. In front of all the elders, regardless of face, he was amazed.

Apart from the great monks who signed soul contracts with the restricted area, and special beings, the old monster has lived the longest. The old monster once made tea with the previous Tianjizi, and the current Tianjizi was the boy who poured the tea.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the old monster has died, but the old monster has rejuvenated and lived a third life.

"Save people in front of me and stop being so self-righteous."

Sikong Nanyan performed the profound Taoist art of Immortality, and the long river of time spanned hundreds of thousands of miles of void, pressing down on the giant black palm protruding from the whirlpool.

Immediately afterwards, Sikong Nanyan appeared in the vision of the river of time, stepping on the bluestone road, with many ruins carved with Taoist patterns beside him.

Sikong Nanyan was wearing a jade robe, with black hair swaying in the wind. He slowly raised his right hand and pressed it on the huge black palm: "Break!"

"boom--"

Infinite majestic power surged out from the depths of the river of time and struck the giant black palm.

In an instant, the giant black palm paused in mid-air, accompanied by a scream, and then the giant palm fell to the boundless ground with a "plop". The sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the vibrations spread throughout the world.

Daowei disappeared, and the giant black hand quickly shrank and returned to a human-shaped arm.

The black vortex above the Changsheng Palace disappeared instantly.

The strong man in the restricted area had his arm cut off and hurriedly blocked the passage, fearing that Sikong Nanyan would take the opportunity to enter and kill him.

"I want to kill you, who dares to save you?"

Sikong Nanyan looked down at Hua Junran, who was like a god in the world, controlling the lives of all living things in the world.

No one in the world dared to answer the call, and no one dared to doubt Sikong Nanyan's strength.

With a raise of his hands and feet, he cut off the arm of the strong man in the penalty area, forcing the penalty area general Hua Junran to give up. This kind of divine power can only be matched by few people in the world.

Sikong Nanyan did not kill Hua Junran immediately, but let Hua Junran walk in a state of absolute despair.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Hua Junran could not withstand such terrifying pressure and Sikong Nanyan's own momentum. Hua Junran's heart burst, his soul collapsed, and he died.

Everyone in the world was dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

"Scared to death?"

A Mahayana sage was actually scared to death.

"Is this...serious? No matter how bad the Master of Jiuding Cliff is, he is still a great monk standing in the Mahayana realm!"

All living beings in the world are horrified.

"The old monster in the Changsheng Palace is actually so terrifying."

The great monks from all over the world took in a breath of air, and the shock on their faces would probably be difficult to dissipate in a short time.

Seeing Hua Junran who was scared to death, Sikong Nanyan had no expression on his face and said coldly in the distance: "People from the Eagle Clan, come and collect the body."

An old guy from the Eagle Clan was hiding in the dark and watching, when he was suddenly glanced at by Sikong Nanyan, his body trembled suddenly, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the old guy from the Eagle Clan appeared and bowed to Sikong Nanyan: "Senior Sikong, this matter was all caused by Hua Junran alone and has nothing to do with our Eagle Clan. Please don't blame Ying.

clan.”

"If the Eagle Clan is involved in this matter, I will not let the Eagle Clan collect the body, but collect the body on behalf of the Eagle Clan."

Sikong Nanyan's cold eyes made the old guy from the Eagle Clan instinctively lower his head, not daring to look at him.

"Thank you, Senior Sikong."

If the old guy from the Eagle Clan is granted amnesty, he secretly thinks his life is saved.

"Go away!" Although this matter has nothing to do with the Eagle Clan, Sikong Nanyan has no good impression of the Eagle Clan.

"Yes." The old guy turned around.

"Wait." Sikong Nanyan said.

"Senior, do you have anything else to say?"

The old antique from the Eagle Tribe felt his heart sink, thinking that Sikong Nanyan had regretted it, and his calves were trembling.

"Take the body away, it's an eyesore."

Sikong Nanyan glanced at Hua Junran's body on the ground.

"Yes, senior."

Old Antique breathed a sigh of relief, rolled up his sleeves, and left in dejection with the body.


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