God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

Being the same holy land, Holy Lord Yunluo, Holy Lord Yaochi and others naturally know Qingtian Holy Land better.

As a disciple of the Holy Land, his strength must be more than this. He was just caught off guard by Dao Yizong just now.

To be honest, even Holy Master Yunluo and Holy Master Yaochi have never seen such a method, and it would be difficult for them to adapt to it for a while.

But as long as they adjust, it will not be easy for Dao Yizong to win.

Holy Master Yunluo and Holy Master Yaochi could clearly see the three ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land who were fighting fiercely with Yu Mo, Wang Man, and Yuancang.

Looking at the Holy Land disciples below who seemed to be defeated, there was no trace of worry on their faces.

There was anger, but no despair, and they became more aware of the true strength of their disciples.

Now we just need to give them some time.

As everyone thought, after the initial complete suppression, the disciples of Qingtian Holy Land gradually adapted to the methods of Dao Yizong disciples.

Although he paid a huge price for this, especially the male disciples, their crotches were covered in blood.

However, unknowingly, the situation of the war has quietly changed.

Xu Jie was about to kill this direct disciple, but at this moment, the originally angry direct disciple suddenly sneered.

"To be honest, I did underestimate your Dao Yizong before, but this does not mean that you have won..."

As he spoke, the spiritual energy around this disciple became violent, and his aura continued to surge.

Seeing this, Xu Jie frowned slightly. The feeling this man gave him was completely different from just now.

Although he was still trapped by Fan Tianyin, Xu Jie didn't know why, but he suddenly felt nervous. This was the feeling he would have when facing a formidable enemy.

"Although our Qingtian Holy Land has declined in recent years, and was even considered by the world to be the weakest of the three Holy Lands, this does not mean that this is the only strength we have."

As he spoke, the direct disciple stood up slowly. Although he looked extremely miserable, the look in his eyes became determined.

"The high-grade heaven-level magic at the transformation level is indeed very good. At least I haven't been able to do it, but it can't trap me."

As he spoke, the disciple also squeezed the seal with both hands, and a domineering aura slowly began to spread as he squeezed the seal.

"This is................"

Feeling this breath, Xu Jie's pupils suddenly dilated, and he had already guessed something.

At this time, the words of this direct disciple of the Holy Land directly gave the answer.

"As a sect from Dongzhou, your strength is indeed beyond expectations, but there are some backgrounds that you in Dongzhou definitely don't have."

"For example, your Taoist sect doesn't have the skills and spells of the holy and emperor levels, right? Although the high-grade spells of the heavenly level at the transformation level are strong, they are still different from those of the holy level."

"This cannot be made up for by the level of cultivation, but by the natural level of suppression."

Having said this, the disciple paused and then shouted coldly.

"Heavenly Tribulation Finger."

As soon as the words came out, a finger made of spiritual power came down from the sky, covering the sky and the sun, giving people a feeling that the end of the world was about to come.

Under the attack of the Heavenly Tribulation Finger, Xu Jie's Transformation Realm Fantian Seal was as fragile as paper and began to collapse inch by inch on the spot.

It seems that it is really what this direct disciple said, no matter how hard you practice the heaven-level skills, you will never be able to compare with the holy-level skills, and this is the difference in background.

Your Taoist sect is very strong, but do you have the skills and techniques of the Holy and Imperial levels? Without it, it is destined to be inferior to Qingtian Holy Land.

As soon as the Holy Level Heavenly Tribulation Point was released, the Pantian Seal was instantly cracked, and even Xu Jie was injured, with a large mouthful of blood protruding from his body.

If he had superb agility and quickly distanced himself, he would have been seriously injured.

Xu Jie looked solemn as he watched the finger hit the ground hard, leaving a deep pit as big as a lake in an instant.

This was the first time he had seen a holy level spell.

Smoke and dust were everywhere in front of his eyes, but in this smoke and dust, a terrifying spiritual power rose into the sky. Although this spiritual power was cultivated in the heaven and human realm, it gave Xu Jie unparalleled tremendous pressure.

"Just now it was a difference in the skills. As for the skills, you should be practicing high-grade heaven-level skills."

"Although it is very good, for the disciples of the Holy Land, it is only the lowest level of existence. The horror of the emperor level skills is beyond your imagination in your life. Today I will make an exception and let you experience it."

As he said that, a figure slowly walked out of the yellow sand. It was seen that the injuries all over his body had completely recovered, and even the descendants' roots under his crotch were intact.

"A broken limb is reborn..."

Looking at this disciple, Xu Jie murmured.

If you want to regenerate a broken limb, you need to at least go to the holy realm, and even a saint has many restrictions.

For example, it requires a lot of heavenly materials and earthly treasures as assistance, and there is also a huge price to pay.

Being able to truly regenerate a severed limb without too much pressure is already an ability at the imperial level.

But now, a monk who only has the realm of heaven and human can actually achieve the rebirth of a severed limb.

"Is this the power of Emperor level skills?"

He shook his head helplessly, but Xu Jie's expression quickly returned to normal. He held a long sword and looked firmly at the direct disciples of the Holy Land who were walking towards him.

"Oh, now you still think you have a chance of winning?"

Seeing that Xu Jie still refused to give up, the disciple smiled with interest.

"Can you agree if I give up?"

"That makes sense, then die."

After saying that, the disciple took a step forward and then disappeared directly on the spot. In response, Xu Jie's eyes suddenly widened.

It wasn't a movement technique, he didn't use any technique, but the person just disappeared in front of him out of thin air.

Such a strange scene left Xu Jie puzzled.

The next second, this disciple's voice sounded in Xu Jie's ears.

"Confused?"

Immediately, before Xu Jie could react, a huge force suddenly hit Xu Jie's side, and then he was kicked out by the disciple.

With one blow, Xu Jie clearly heard the bones in his body cracking, and several ribs were broken.

He flew far away before falling hard to the ground, but the disciple was not in a hurry to take action, and still walked towards Xu Jie leisurely.

After Xu Jie staggered to his feet, the disciple mysteriously disappeared from the spot again.

Then, without any warning, he appeared in front of Xu Jie and punched out, hitting his chest hard.

His chest was sunken, and a large mouthful of blood protruded from his mouth again.

"It's strange why I can do this without using any physical skills?"

Xu Jie stood up with difficulty, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and still stared at this disciple without any fear on his face.