The Strongest Qi Refiner

The corners of Fang Yu's mouth curled up, revealing a cold smile.

And at this moment, in the sky in various parts of the Southern Territory.

Many saints felt the terrifying aura erupting from the extreme distance, they all stopped their movements and turned their heads to look to the south.

The position they were looking at was exactly the southern border area, the direction of the southernmost green sea!

And they all know that that direction... is where the Yuhua Gate is located!

"We need instructions from the Holy Master. Shall we go to the Yuhua Gate first to check the situation?" A saint who had climbed the fourth step of the fairyland asked via sound transmission to the Yunshang Pavilion.

"Continue your actions! Don't bother with the Yuhua Gate!"

Soon, he got an answer.

It's just that it was not the Holy Master who answered him, but the Holy Lord's entourage, Saint Kurong.

"...Yes." The saint replied.

When the Holy Lord didn't answer, the words spoken by the saint Kurong could basically represent the Holy Lord.

So they continued to do as they were ordered.

Therefore, these saints continued to bombard them indiscriminately, ignoring the powerful aura emanating from the green sea.

"Whoosh..."

The sage, who was on the fourth step of climbing the fairyland, rushed forward quickly, with both palms out, constantly bombarding the ground.

Each of his palms will definitely destroy the surrounding area of ​​more than ten kilometers, and the creatures within will die instantly.

"Hahaha……"

I have to say that this feeling of killing ants is happier than I imagined.

The saint swept away all the way, and couldn't help laughing.

The smell of blood made him even more excited.

"Crack!"

However, just when the sage wanted to continue to slap his palm, his body suddenly stiffened in the air!

"What's this!?"

The saint's face changed drastically, and he was terrified. He thought that he had encountered an enemy attack, and immediately wanted to release his breath.

"Ka Ka Ka..."

However, the aura in his body could not be released at all!

The whole body is blocked, there is no space at all!

"Ahhh..."

The saint roared angrily, constantly trying to release his breath to break through this layer of restraint.

But at this moment, a golden light shone in the sky above, falling on him.

The saint froze, raised his head with all his strength, and looked up into the sky.

Then, he was stunned.

Above his head, there was a mark.

The golden cross sword imprint!

Moreover, it is in a state of rotation, like a windmill, shining bursts of golden light, and has an extremely majestic aura!

"Ahhh..."

The saint came back to his senses and struggled again.

But the breath of the fourth step to the fairyland has no effect!

Even if he wanted to condense Yuan Dan, he couldn't do it!

"Holy Lord, I need help!"

The sage couldn't bear it any longer, and sent a sound transmission to the Yunshang Pavilion, yelling for help.

But at this moment, no one responded to him.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, the golden cross sword imprint that was spinning in the sky stopped.

The saint looked at the imprint in the sky, a little dazed.

next second.

"call……"

A golden flame burned on the saint's body.

The face, arms, limbs, body...all covered.

"Zi la..."

The burning of the flame quickly turned the saint's body into ashes.

"Ahhhhhh..."

The saint let out a horrible cry, and his whole body was twitching.

The magic weapon and clothing on his body were instantly scorched, and his skin was also burned.

"Whoosh!"

And at this moment, another icy blue light fell from the imprint, and invaded the saint's body from the Tianling Cap.

This is a very cold breath.

"Ka Ka Ka..."

The meridians in the saint's body were quickly frozen.

This is also extremely painful.

The outside is burning flames, but the inside is frozen...

Ice and fire blend, the pain doubles!

"Ahhh..."

However, the flames and the cold breath could not make him die quickly, but suffered torture alive.

In this area, the saint who was still slaughtering before made a tragic cry.

So much so that the fleeing monks and mortals on the ground ran out to watch this scene.

The saint's body was burned in the air. This kind of scene... They have never seen it in their life.

But after regaining their senses, they clapped their hands and applauded happily!

"Burn him! Burn him!"

"It must be Xingzu who made the move! Or the Fang head of the Yuhua Sect made the move!"

"Quickly die! Beast!"

Below were bursts of furious shouts.

"Ahhh...let me die..."

In the air, the sage was already dying, and his whole body was twitching.

At this moment, how can he still have the appearance of the fourth step to the fairyland?

And this scene didn't just happen to this saint.

In the air all over the southern region, the more than two hundred saints sent by the Holy Pavilion... all had the same fate!

A golden cross sword imprint hung above their heads, and their entire bodies were locked in the air, tortured in the most cruel way!

"Ahhh...help me, Holy Lord, save me quickly..."

"Let me die! Let me die..."

"Ahh..."

These saints were tortured to the point of crying, and under the watchful eyes of the monks and mortals they had not had time to kill, they showed their ugliness and their dignity was crushed!

"This cross sword mark, I seem to have seen it somewhere before..."

"That night, the night when the Great Shadow Demon appeared!"

"Yes! That night! Yes, it's the power of Xingzu!"

Many people recognized the imprint of the golden cross sword in the air, and shouted loudly, some even knelt on the ground, tearing up.

"Zi la..."

In the air, more than two hundred saints in the Holy Pavilion are still suffering the most tragic torture.

The flames that shrouded them seemed to be deliberately slowing down the speed and intensity of the burning.

Only painful to them, but not so deadly.

Because they are all saints, their physiques are blessed with aura, and their vitality is even more powerful.

Therefore, the flame has been burning, keeping them awake, life is worse than death!

"Holy Lord save me, Holy Lord save me..."

"Help, ah, ah..."

"Kill me, kill me..."

These saints in the Most Holy Pavilion were locked in mid-air, on the verge of collapse, and the pain was unbearable.

...

Cloud Pavilion.

Seeing this scene, the old man, that is, Saint Kurong, trembled all over.

He almost wanted to go to the Southern Region and suffer such pain...

"Whoosh!"

At this time, the figure of the Holy Master appeared in front of him.

"Holy Lord, they..."

Saint Kurong immediately knelt down and wanted to report.

"I know!" The Holy Master said coldly, "With such ability, he didn't kill them all at once, but chose to torture... Fang Yu is trying to humiliate us? Hehe, I will make him pay for it .”

"Whoosh!"

Between the words, the figure of the Holy Master disappeared in place again.

The Holy Lord is on the move!

Saint Kurong's face changed, and he left.

The two appeared together in the high sky of the Southern Territory.

"You can lock them, and I can unlock them too, just wait..." The Lord closed his eyes and put his palms together.

At this moment, his consciousness spread out and covered the southern region in a very short time.

"Oh? Here?"

Above the green sea, Fang Yu's eyes moved slightly, and he saw the two Holy Masters who suddenly appeared.

"You still want to save people?" Fang Yu raised the corners of his mouth, holding the Heavenly Dao Sword with both hands, and was shocked.

"boom!"

At this moment, the golden cross sword imprint above the heads of the saints who were locked in mid-air across the southern region also shook violently.

"boom!"

At this moment, more than two hundred saints who were locked in the air... their bodies were smashed into pieces!

In many areas of the southern region, it rained blood.

At this moment, the more than two hundred saints in the Holy Pavilion... were instantly wiped out!

The aura that belonged to them completely disappeared in the sky over the Southern Territory.

This is almost all the power of the Holy Pavilion.

High in the sky in the Southern Territory, Holy Master was shocked and opened his eyes.

Before he could rescue these subordinates, he witnessed the scene of these subordinates being killed instantly.

He...was severely humiliated by Fang Yu.

"Human beast... I will make you regret it! Make you regret it!"

The Holy Master suddenly turned his head and stared at the direction of the green sea to the south.

In those turquoise pupils, a murderous intent that could devour the world exploded!