Saint Ancestor of Void Extreme

When he raised his hand in shock, it was like the immemorial god dropped his palm, and a wave of ripples visible to the naked eye swept out quickly, shaking like thunder, like thousands of troops, facing the attack of the demonic dragon group with overwhelming force .

The attack of the demonic dragon group is like an angry sea sweeping across the world, so majestic that it can drown everything.

However, under Chu Jingtian's palm, it was as if he had hit a rock, and all the attacks were annihilated in an instant. Like a bubble, it suddenly burst.

"How can it be?"

The angry black-scaled demon dragon flying at the front narrowed its eyes.

Without any hesitation, he quickly flapped his wings and rolled his body to avoid this awe-inspiring palm.

But a four-winged snake following closely behind the black-scaled demonic dragon did not have time to dodge.

This four-winged snake is one hundred and twenty feet long, with its wings spread out to cover the sky and the earth. It has a single horn on its head, its body is covered in green scales without claws, its fangs are exposed, and it is extremely ferocious. The cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Eighth Realm, and is only one step away from reaching the peak of the Eighth Realm.

But under this palm, it was like being hit by a ten thousand-foot mountain peak, and all the muscles and bones in his body exploded on the spot. Like dead wood and twigs under a torrential flood, there is no resistance at all.

Under the shocked eyes of everyone, he was turned into a piece of flesh on the spot.

"puff!"

A green dragon did not dodge and was hit by this palm.

The wings and half of the body were shattered, and the huge body fell directly from the air. The internal organs of the damaged body were visible, and it looked like he would not survive.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The remaining palm power surged wildly, knocking away several other demonic dragons.

In the midst of silence, the three-headed demonic dragon fell uncontrollably from the sky.

Whoops!

The aftermath is billowing and dust is swirling.

At this moment, there was deathly silence in Mingtang Mountain, and everyone was stunned and at a loss.

Zhao Huaide almost stared out of his eyes, looking at all this in disbelief. The long sword in Sun Qishan's hand fell to the ground with a clang without realizing it.

Master Chai's disciples felt as if they were struck by lightning.

Only Lu Jianli clapped his hands and shouted:

"Boss, kill these demon dragons and let them know how powerful our underworld is!"

The whole place was shocked.

It was only then that everyone realized that this bronze ghost warrior who had been silent all this time was actually terrifyingly powerful.

Several big families in Mingtang Mountain were even more regretful that they had actually looked away.

Lu Jianli tried his best to invite Chu Jingtian from the underworld, but they chose to ignore it. Instead, they praised Master Chai to the sky.

"this……"

Even though Master Chai had hundreds of years of qi-nurturing skills, he was still so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear at this moment.

"you……"

There was a trace of fear in the eyes of the black scale demon dragon.

The opponent just raised his hand and killed two demonic dragons with a single palm strike, and seriously injured three demonic dragons. Such power was simply beyond his imagination. Why did these families in Mingtang Mountain invite such strong men?

However, there was no time for him to think about these issues, because out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chu Jingtian raising his right hand again.

"call!"

Already like a frightened bird, the black-scaled demonic dragon quickly flapped its wings and soared without any hesitation. The moment he flew up into the void, Chu Jingtian's right hand fell like thunder.

"Boom!"

The roar of thunder resounded vastly.

A huge palm fell from the air.

This palm was hundreds of feet long, larger than their body size. Under this giant palm, they demon dragons are like mosquitoes and flies, with no resistance at all.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the three demonic dragons that had no time to dodge were directly hit by this slap, and they were slapped directly from the sky to the ground.

"Boom!"

When this palm fell, the entire Mingtang Mountain trembled violently.

Zhao Huaide, Sun Qishan and others felt their feet numb, and their whole bodies almost jumped up.

By the time the giant palm dispersed, the three demonic dragons had been crushed alive and turned into a puddle of flesh, and their original appearance could not be distinguished.

Of the twelve demon dragons, only seven were left in two moves.

"Etc., etc!"

Seeing that Chu Jingtian was preparing to take action again, the black-scaled demonic dragon was so frightened that he quickly screamed.

"You can't kill me!"

"If you kill me, the White Dragon King will never let you go! The White Dragon King's strength has reached the eighth level of perfection. If you kill me, even if you exhaust the underworld, you will still be dead!"

"White Dragon King?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Especially Zhao Huaide and others looked at Chu Jingtian nervously.

However, Chu Jingtian remained unmoved at all. Instead of slowing down his raised right hand, he suddenly moved forward and shook it.

"Boom!"

As a burst of explosions sounded, countless squalls of wind quickly gathered together, directly forming a huge hand. And this palm directly included the black scale demon dragon, just like Chu Jingtian, he suddenly raised his hand and grasped it.

This big hand was 3,600 feet long, covering everyone's heads, and its enveloping force was like the hand of a god or demon. A huge shadow casts down, darkness envelops.

Including the black scale demon dragon, the remaining seven demon dragons are all in this big palm.

"No!"

Feeling the palm gradually curling up, the black scale demon dragon suddenly let out a shrill roar. He knew that once this giant hand was lifted up, no matter how strong he was, he would still be crushed under this palm.

He flapped his wings quickly and fled, while shouting in horror:

"As long as you let me go, I will leave Mingtang Mountain immediately. I swear that I will never set foot inside Mingtang Mountain again, and I will not take revenge on these families. As long as you let me go..."

However, Chu Jingtian's handshake speed still did not slow down at all.

To these monster dragons, this giant hand of 3,600 feet was like an impassable sky stream. Even if he flew with all his strength, he could not escape from this big hand.

Seeing that Chu Jingtian was determined to kill, the black-scaled demon dragon's face was ashen. At this last moment, he took a deep breath, and all the demonic energy circulated and turned into a torrent and spit out:

"White Dragon King, save me!"

boom!

The loud and horrifying sound came out crazily, rapidly spreading in all directions with fluctuations in both the real world and the spiritual level. The echoes mixed with the mountain wall were like thunder, vibrating and rolling, shocking.

"die!"

However, the moment the voice came out, Chu Jingtian gave a deep drink.

The big palm had already been quickly retracted, and the black scale demon dragon and the remaining five or six demon dragons were directly grasped in the palm of the hand. Along with a crackling sound, blood flowed from the fingers of the giant palm.

The breath is completely cut off!

At this moment, there was deathly silence in Mingtang Mountain.