After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 695

Seeing the hole in the white robe that was burned by the black fire, the monks in the Hall of All Saints changed their colors one after another.

"Your honor!"

The white-robed man struggled, but still wanted to withdraw his hand.

Only this time, he was sunk a little deeper by the force of the rebound.

"Ugh!"

Although the white-robed man's screams were deliberately suppressed, Song Ping, who had his ears pricked up, listened attentively.

Suddenly his eyes lit up.

Today is a great opportunity for you!

Licking his lips.

"Everyone, help me use the Tiankun mirror to capture the person from the Holy King's Palace!"

Song Ping moved neatly, his hands were flying, and a huge jet-black mirror appeared above the Holy King Hall.

Looking at the black mist rolling in the mirror, the other immortals couldn't help but look at the city lord.

Although the Dao Demons in the Immortal Realm are not as strict and clearly defined as those in the Lower Domain, there are still some in the end.

Although this old devil Song Ping also belongs to the Ascendant of the Southern Immortal Territory, he has been ostentatious all year round and has a bad reputation, and he has often discredited the Southern Immortal Territory.

Moreover, Moshan, where he settled, was already regarded as the border of the Southern Immortal Territory.

"Go!"

Luo Ye was clean and neat, without any hesitation.

Although Song Ping was indeed not likable.

However, compared with the malignant tumor in the Palace of the Holy King, those sneaky things seem to be tolerable.

Hearing this, the other monks no longer hesitated, and shot one after another.

Song Ping glanced at Luo Ye and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Unexpectedly, Luo Laodao, that slow, hesitant old man, has such a clean and neat junior!

However, he likes it!

The Holy King's Hall of the white-cloaked man sank suddenly, and the violent spiritual power vortex around him hit the protective cover of the Holy King's Hall with crackling.

"Your honor!"

Looking at the painful white-robed man, he still hesitated.

A man with a golden face looked uncomfortable, and his eyes fell on a silver face.

Received the gaze, the silver face couldn't help trembling.

He understood what the lord meant...

Determination flashed in his eyes, and a machete appeared in his hand.

"My lord, don't blame the little one! The little one is also for your own good!"

"Crash! Pfft!"

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the white robe of the white-robed man red, and also staining the silver face red.

Severe pain came, and the emptiness of the right hand made the white-robed man stunned for a moment.

After reacting, Pang Ran was furious.

"Presumptuous! You...you bastard! You damned bastard! How dare you break my right arm! I'm going to kill you! Go to hell!"

Crazy flashed in his eyes, and he raised his right hand subconsciously, but the feeling of emptiness brought him back to his senses, followed by even more anger.

"My lord! I'm doing it for your own good too! If you continue to hesitate and wait until that weird black thing wraps around your whole body, you... you may not lose a hand!"

Yinmian wanted to explain something to himself, but the white-robed man couldn't listen to it at this moment.

The anger that had accumulated for a long time made him see nothing but killing intent.

Raising his left hand, a gray force gathered.

Feeling that force, all the silver-faced and gold-faced people present turned pale and trembled.

A pressure belonging to the most primitive bloodline shrouded their heads, and the group couldn't help kneeling and prostrating on the ground, looking extremely devout.

This is the core strength of the Holy King Hall!
Bloodline!
Looking at the scene in front of him, the white-robed man felt better, but his eyes were still very cloudy.

"go to hell!"

"do not want!"

Yin Mian wanted to beg for mercy, and from the corner of the eye he wanted to ask the golden face for help, but there was nothing, the original golden face was still standing there.

Although Yin Mian had long expected that his actions would end in this way, he still couldn't help but look ashamed.

Desperate.

"Oh!"

The blood mist exploded, and the eyes of the white-robed man flickered. He wanted to absorb the blood in the air to make up for his broken arm, but when the power reached the injured arm, he felt a heart-piercing pain. Sensation swept over his whole soul body again.

"Ok!"

The white-robed man could not help but snort.

It's just that this time the monks from the Hall of All Saints and Kings didn't come forward again.

"Boom!"

The deafening surroundings also made the white-robed man quickly adjust his mentality.

Looking at the cracks that had appeared and the blood stains on them, the white-robed man's eyes were filled with cold and murderous intent.

This hatred!He wrote it down!

"The essence of heaven and earth, the rock of the gods, hide from the void!"

Losing an arm, it is still a bit difficult to perform the space escape technique.

Sensing the strong spatial fluctuations around him, Song Ping outside immediately understood what the Holy King Hall was going to do.

Want to escape?
How is it possible without spitting out something? !
Then this trip, wouldn't they have to work in vain? !When he, Song Ping, was eating dry food? !
"Swallow the sky!"

The magic power output from the whole body, the mirror trembled suddenly, and the surrounding space also froze.

Feeling the resistance, the white-robed man gritted his teeth.

"Song Ping! Are you going to make an enemy of my entire Saint King Palace?!"

The white-robed man knew very well that Song Ping was the one who could be called on the stage at the moment, and he was very unlucky to meet Song Ping who also happened to have a space magic weapon!
If it is another Da Luo Jinxian, it may not be able to stop him, even if he is injured!
Of course, it is not impossible for him to rush out, but that will only make him hurt more, and it will be even more difficult to restore his arm again.

No force is willing to support Song Ping's annoying character, if he is forced to retreat...

"Presumptuous! The Palace of the Holy King! Don't you take my entire Southern Immortal Territory seriously?! How dare you openly threaten my people in the Southern Immortal Territory!"

Luo Ye's loud shout also made Song Ping's hesitation that had just arisen in his heart go away in an instant.

He was also confused, since he made a move, it is naturally impossible for this bastard from the Holy King's Hall to let him go.

That being the case, why regress?
Let the tiger go back to the mountain?
This is not what Song Ping did!
"Okay! What a Southern Immortal Territory! What a domain master, Luo Ye! You guys! My Saint King Palace will remember it!"

Luo also heard the threat from the white-robed man, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Naturally, our Southern Immortal Territory also remembers the provocation of the Holy King Hall. Of course, the entire Immortal Alliance will also be the master of our Southern Immortal Territory!"

Since he likes to bully others so much, it's not like he can't do it in the Southern Immortal Territory!
Slap in the face?Murder?

Whoever said it seems to be different!
The white-robed man looked cold, but he also understood that it might not be so easy to retire today!

The crackling sound in the space came again.

The monks in Xianyu couldn't help being overjoyed, feeling the familiar atmosphere in the space, and Luo also breathed a sigh of relief.

Grandpa has finally arrived!

"Oh!"

A huge arm fell from the sky, and slammed down on the entire Pankong Breaking Realm, and countless black air swarmed up immediately.

Some monks couldn't help opening their mouths when they saw it, but they didn't dare to speak.

Although the black qi attacked the giant hand just now, and the black qi belonged to the Pankong Realm, so to speak, it also belonged to their side.

But he is a vengeful spirit, can you reason with the vengeful spirit?

(End of this chapter)