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“Good.”

Chen Bo’s voice revealed a hint of satisfaction.

Many high-level powerhouses of the Shangqing Hall had already knelt down in unison.

How dare the people below resist?

The time for three breaths arrives.

In the Cave Heaven of the Mixed Yuan Sect, on all the floating islands, as long as it is a living person, there is no one standing.

“As expected.”

Chen Bo’s heart was calm, and he had long expected this scene.

Everyone is greedy and afraid of death, this is instinctive.

Therefore, those who are not afraid of death are worthy of becoming heroes.

The higher the status and the greater the power, the more afraid of death.

These people from the Mixed Yuan Sect, who praised themselves as people in the Immortal Dao, overlooked the sky from above, and treated commoners as slaves.

Such a person, accustomed to glory and enjoyment, how can he be willing to die?

“Since you are surrendered, you must not have two hearts.”

Chen Bo’s voice is still grand and indifferent:

“Everyone, let go of your heart and accept a magical power from me, and you can pass the level.”

“Otherwise, under the power of heaven, it will immediately turn into powder!”

Chen Bo’s voice just fell.

“What?”

Before going to the Qing Hall, a bunch of kneeling powerhouses were suddenly excited.

Let go of the mind and receive a reward?

It sounds good, but isn’t it to be planted with forbidden means to control life and death?

Once this prohibition is planted, it is simply becoming the slave and servant of the other party, and it is better to live than to die.

Moreover, from now on, where will the people who live and die have the opportunity to achieve the Dao?

“You don’t think about it!”

Yao Zhenjun stood up abruptly and roared:

“Heavenly Evil God, even if I die, I will not accept your divine powers.”

“I can die, but I won’t be a dog!”

The ninth-order powerhouses of the Mixed Yuan Sect would each prefer to die unyielding.

Because even if he dies, there is always a glimmer of hope of being resurrected by the ancestor of the sect in the future, even if the hope of resurrection is slim.

But if it is forbidden by people, it is simply falling into the bottomless abyss, and everything is lost.

Yao Zhenjun, although he is a level eighth, has less hope of being resurrected, but he is not willing to give in.

“Good!”

Another Du Tribulation True Monarch on the side also stood up abruptly and straightened his spine.

“Heavenly Evil God, if you have the ability, you can do it!”

Some completely controlled forbidden techniques, once planted, cannot be lifted at all.

Instead of this, it is better to fight for a glimmer of hope for the resurrection.

“Heavenly Evil God!”

“Evil god, demon head, your means are so despicable that you are a true immortal in vain.”

“When our True Immortal Old Ancestor returns, he will not let you go.”

Many eighth-order True Monarchs, and even most of the seventh-order Combined Body powerhouses, all stood up and roared and resisted.

Before surrendering and begging for mercy, in order to survive.

Now I resist for the opportunity of enlightenment, for freedom.

“That’s a shame.”

Chen Bo’s voice revealed a trace of coldness:

“In that case, then you should die!”

Immediately, above the heavenly dome, Chen Bo’s body suddenly shone brightly.

The boundless and powerful power of divine thought was mobilized with a bang, and a large thundercloud instantly gathered.

“Lei Lai!”

As soon as Chen Bo gave an order, among the thunderclouds, more than a dozen brilliant silver thunder rays suddenly exploded, smashing down.

Each ray of thunder is as thick as a bucket, and the power contained in it is even more terrifying.

A single ray of thunder at will can split a ninth-order powerhouse into char, and there is no corpse dead.

After all, this is Chen Bo’s body, not the body of the Yuan Spirit.

This is the strength of the true power of the True Immortals.

“Boom!”

Thunder landed, and Tianwei descended.

“Nope!”

Yao Zhenjun and the others let out an unwilling roar.

At the moment of life and death, some try to control the light to escape, some sacrifice magic weapons to resist, and some use magical powers desperately…

Unfortunately, all this is useless.

Fifteen thunderbolts fell in unison, accurately striking everyone who resisted.

“Such a terrifying power, worthy of the power of a true immortal…”

Next to them, the only four remaining seventh-order powerhouses watched this scene with trepidation.

In the end, they chose to continue to kneel, even if they did not have freedom, they had to live.

So, they survived.

As for the rest, all died.

“No, Yao Zhenjun is not dead.”

At this time, a seventh-order powerhouse who was good at sensing suddenly changed his complexion.

He sensed Yao Zhenjun’s vitality.

Although faint, there is still a trace of life.

Immediately, the vast thunder light dissipated.

Except for Yao Zhenjun, the rest of the people have really turned into powder, and there are no corpses.

However, Yao Zhenjun, who was the leader, was only seriously injured and passed out, covered in char, but still alive.

A trace of thunder light, like a chain, bound his whole person.

“That Immortal Venerable deliberately left Yao Zhenjun’s life?”

The remaining seventh-order powerhouses couldn’t think of a reason for breaking their heads.

Leaving Yao Zhenjun’s life was naturally the result of Chen Bo’s careful consideration.

What is he most lacking right now?

Not meta-energy, but a means to obtain meta-energy in large quantities.

His strongest means, without a doubt, is to reward the divine power and get feedback.

However, the last helpless killing of the five ninth-order powerhouses had already sounded a wake-up call for him.

Most of these strong people would rather die unyielding.

And his divine powers are all of the fourth and fifth orders, and he can’t forcibly brand high-level powerhouses.

Therefore, he needed an extremely powerful high-level divine power to forcibly submit to the high-level powerhouse.

“But forcibly submitting and imprinting a ninth-order powerhouse requires 100 million yuan of energy, which is too much.”

“Moreover, I don’t have the corpse of a ninth-order powerhouse on hand now…”

At that time, something happened in Dongtian, and Chen Bo was in a hurry to go back.

After he cleaned up the Ring King and turned back into the void.

The bodies of those five Mahayana ancestors had long been wrapped in the void turbulence, and they didn’t know where to go.

And Yao Zhenjun, as the strongest of the Mixed Yuan Sect now, the eighth-order Du Tribulation True Monarch, this level is not bad.

Moreover, plundering Yao Zhenjun’s magic power only requires 10 million yuan energy, which is not much for Chen Bo now.

“After plundering this Yao Zhenjun, I will be able to obtain a brand-new eighth-order divine power.”

“With the eighth-order divine power in hand, I can forcibly imprint the eighth-order powerhouse.”

An eighth-order powerhouse, but ten million yuan energy.

When the earth has changed drastically today, although there are not many eighth-order powerhouses, the total number should be quite a lot.

In this way, he can obtain a large amount of Yuan Energy as quickly as possible.

The accumulation is enough for him to evolve rapidly at the magic weapon level.

Not to mention, if he encounters a ninth-order powerhouse in the future, after he dies, that corpse, Chen Bo will not waste it anymore.

“Boom!”

Chen Bo’s body slowly descended above the Shangqing Hall.

“You wait, are you willing to submit sincerely?”

The remaining four seventh-order powerhouses quickly kowtowed and respectfully said:

“I’m willing to surrender!”