Fantasy: The Strongest Sect in the Universe

Who would have thought that Qin Ye really took away the Cangyu King Furnace.

This was indeed unexpected.

They dared not even think about snatching a treasure from a martial saint, but Qin Ye succeeded, which made them admire him.

Especially Qin Ye's last blow, they could see that Qin Ye actually wiped out the consciousness of Gui Mo on the Cangyu King Furnace.

The consciousness of a martial saint is not so easy to wipe out, which actually reflects Qin Ye's powerful strength.

"Boy, you deserve to die!"

Gui Mo suffered internal injuries after Qin Ye wiped out the consciousness on the Cangyu King Furnace.

Originally, his life span was not long. From ancient times to now, although he had been buried in the immortal tomb for a long time, it only made him live longer, and he actually recovered a little bit.

Qin Ye's attack caused him to suffer heavy losses.

This made Gui Mo furious.

"Boom boom boom..."

The terrible momentum roared into the sky, and black gas kept pouring out of his body, rushing into the sky and covering the sky.

This black gas covered everything, and the sky suddenly became dark.

Gui Mo was also submerged by the black gas and disappeared. People could no longer find his figure.

At this time, the black gas in the sky was surging like a raging wave.

Most people's faces changed drastically and they kept retreating. They felt that Gui Mo might use a big move.

Qin Ye raised his head slightly, and saw that in the boundless black gas in the sky, there was a huge shadow standing there. Although he couldn't see the face of the shadow, he was sure that the owner of the shadow was Gui Mo. ..

At this time, the shadow was like a fairy Buddha, exuding a terrifying breath looking down on all living beings.

All laws rushed to the sky, sweeping the void, the sun and the moon rose and fell, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

Once a powerful martial saint was furious, it was very terrible. At this time, countless warriors changed their faces under the suppression of this terrifying aura, and many people were suppressed to the ground, trembling and unable to move.

"It is worthy of being a martial saint, but I don't know when I can reach this level!"

Tian Wudao looked up at the sky, envious.

Although he was gifted, as the prince of the Tianyu royal family and the young master of the Tianyu clan, he did not lack cultivation resources.

In fact, no matter what cultivation resources he needed, even if the resources were difficult to get, the Tianyu Dynasty would do its best to find them.

However, even with his strong talent, it was not an easy thing to reach the martial saint level.

If he wanted to cultivate to this terrifying level, he had to get more cultivation resources and take shortcuts.

Other warriors were also full of envy. After all, the martial saint level was already a very powerful warrior on the mainland.

In today's Eastern Region, the martial saint is already a peak warrior.

"Boom--"

At this moment, the huge black shadow standing in the black air suddenly condensed a group of black air, and a huge black palm print fell from the sky.

With one palm strike, the void was shattered, the sun and the moon sank, and strange phenomena emerged.

Under this palm strike, the mountains and rivers were swept across thousands of miles, and the heavens and the worlds were suppressed.

In this terrifying palm strike, everyone seemed to see a sea of ​​blood. In this sea of ​​blood, there seemed to be countless wronged souls screaming miserably, and the wailing sound lasted for a long time.

"Hiss, how many people did he... kill?"

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath. There were so many wronged souls in this palm strike, which was definitely not an accident. It could only mean that Gui Mo must have killed a lot of people.

However, everyone didn't feel strange. In ancient times, the ghost clan was a race with a bad reputation, especially they liked to take people to practice.

Among them, not only the human race, but also other races, so the ghost clan had a very bad reputation.

Other races may not have killed the ghost clan, but the human race has been chasing the ghost clan.

Therefore, in order to survive, some ghosts decided not to take people to practice.

Of course, there are also some branches of the ghost clan who refuse to repent, and it is extremely difficult for these ghost clans to survive.

Qin Ye had encountered branches of the ghost clan in the Northern Region, and these branches did not live well even in the Western Region.

Gui Mo was a person from the ancient times. At that time, the ghost clan was popular with devouring people to increase their cultivation.

He was able to cultivate to the level of Martial Saint, so his hands were naturally stained with blood, and he had devoured the lives of countless warriors.

Gui Mie's terrifying palm slapped down, not to mention Qin Ye, I'm afraid even the Martial Emperor would not be able to take this palm.

The warriors watching only realized how terrifying the Martial Saint was at this time, and the power of this palm was no longer something they could resist.

Qin Ye frowned slightly, and then the whole person soared into the sky and greeted the giant palm.

"Bang bang bang..."

The attacks of the two collided fiercely in the void, and loud noises resounded through the sky.

Even if Qin Ye took the initiative to attack and wanted to smash the opponent's giant palm, the gap between the two was too big.

The moment Qin Ye's moves came into contact with the giant palm, they were swept away by it, and Qin Ye was slammed to the ground by it.

"Bang!"

Qin Ye was smashed to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Not only that, the giant palm slammed into the ground.

It left a huge palm print that was dozens of meters deep.

The warriors watching the scene were all terrified. The power of this palm was too terrifying. Qin Ye was so powerful that even the ancestors of the sect might not be his opponents, but now he was suppressed by the ghost clan like an ant.

At this time, they were even more worried about their future. After all, the ghost clan was not a good person.

If he killed Qin Ye, he might kill them later.

"I wonder if Qin Ye is dead or not?"

At this time, everyone thought of Qin Ye again and looked at the huge palm print on the ground.

I saw that this palm print was hundreds of meters wide and tens of meters deep. Everyone felt that even if Qin Ye didn't die this time, he would be seriously injured.

This time, even Mo Gaojian saw that Qin Ye was hit and did not escape.

He also thought that Qin Ye was in danger.

"The attack of the Martial Saint is so terrifying!"

Mo Gaojian frowned slightly, and he was worried. With his current cultivation, he couldn't collide with the Martial Saint at all, otherwise he would be looking for death.

"It seems that I will not be able to get this immortal corpse today."

Mo Gaojian knew that there were many strong people here. With his current cultivation, he was afraid that he could not snatch it from them, especially with a martial saint like Gui Mo.

Perhaps there are even more terrifying people. If he forcibly fights for it, he will die.

"If I can't snatch the immortal corpse, then I can only stop others from snatching it."

Mo Gaojian felt that there was no hope of snatching the immortal corpse, so he had to give up. Even if he gave up snatching the immortal corpse, he had to stop others from snatching it, otherwise he would not be able to stay in the Immortal Tomb.

If he left the Immortal Tomb, he would not live long. This was also the reason why he was unwilling to return to Lushan Sword Manor.

In fact, he had long been relieved of what happened back then.

But if he went back now, he would die soon.

He didn't want to die for the time being, so he could only live in the Immortal Tomb.