The terrible impact force caused the city built by Zhurong Tianming to consume countless manpower and material resources to shake violently, and countless huge cracks were shaken open on the surrounding plains. Boiling magma rushed out of the deep trenches and poured into these cracks. The originally complete flame talisman gradually showed signs of collapse.

The flame barrier condensed by ninety-nine different flames collapsed, and the cracked flames poured into the surroundings like flowing water.

These terrible flames flowed onto the plains, and the scorched earth burned. Rocks, gravel, soil, all combustible and non-combustible were ignited, and then turned into wisps of blue smoke in the flames and rushed into the sky.

Before the enemy was discovered, the large group of fire corpses standing on the city wall were frozen by the terrible cold air released by the bursting iceberg. Tens of millions of fire corpses were sealed by thick ice cubes. With the shock of the earth, these fire corpses suddenly shattered and exploded into countless tiny ice slags.

Pan Xi, with a expressionless face, flew over slowly on the last mountain. When he was less than a hundred miles away from the city, Pan Xi pointed his hand and the huge mountain suddenly collapsed. During the collapse, the mountain made of earth and rocks turned into a ball of viscous plasma, and the huge plasma collapsed rapidly inward, and finally turned into an electric light the size of a needle tip.

Pan Xi bounced his fingers, and the lightning as small as the tip of a needle brought out a dazzling light, and shot into the city like lightning.

"Bold!" The corpse Taoist roared angrily, and he pushed forward with both hands.

The void in front of the lightning squirmed. The two were about three meters high, and the palms, which were as bright as gold, slapped out of the twisted void. The two huge palms closed inward and squeezed the light into their hands heavily.

With a buzzing sound, a large area of ​​lightning like a dragon burst, and the huge palm became transparent in the silver-blue bright light. The terrifying plasma spread around in circles. Countless fire corpses were destroyed wherever they passed, constantly exploding into red fire clouds.

Accompanied by the shrill cry, the two big handprints made by the corpse Taoist were torn to pieces by the plasma, and he suddenly withdrew his hand. Countless deep bone-like wounds were covered with wounds on both hands of his body, and wisps of hot light smoke kept coming out of his palms.

"My hand!" The corpse Taoist and the corpse Taoist were both staring at his palms with extremely strange eyes.

In the Pangu world, the Taoist corpse is also a famous figure in the prehistoric world. He has earth-shaking supernatural powers. After joining the Taoist corpse, he has obtained the Taoist corpse inheritance and practiced an incredible Taoist corpse. Not to mention anything else, his physical strength alone is far stronger than that of the Witch Emperor of the Human Race. Even the magical artifacts of heaven and earth, even ordinary merits and spiritual treasures cannot break his body.

However, Pan Xi used magical means to turn a mountain into earth and rocks into plasma. A little highly compressed plasma shot out, and it easily broke the powerful body of the corpse Taoist.

"What is this woman's origin?" Boqiuga knew very well that the body of the corpse Taoist was powerful and terrifying. Even the corpse Taoist could be said to be the best physical being among his fellow disciples, and he had truly reached the level of perfection and indestructibleness.

Pan Xi can kill the Taoist corpse with one blow. How powerful is her magical powers and magic powers?

The Taoist corpse jumped up, and he stared at Pan Xi angrily, and the gray-white divine light of nirvana flashed on his hands. A trace of silver-blue residual light was constantly purified by the divine light and swallowed up.

"Female Taoist, how dare you ask for the name of the emperor?" The Taoist corpse stared at Pan Xi with a gloomy face. A gray cushion appeared quietly under his feet, and wisps of chaotic gray gas gushed out of the cushion, turning into a gray Ganoderma-shaped cloud to protect him in the middle.

"What are you doing so much? Slash her in pieces!" Zhu Rongtian Ming screamed in anger.

He spent so much effort, spent so much time, and drove so many natives to build a solid city. Before he could see a foreign race, he was attacked by Pan Xi.

Just before Pan Xi attacked, he was bragging with Boqiuga, the corpse Taoist and others, bragging about how unbreakable the defense of this city was. The cowhide was still echoing in his ears. Pan Xi suddenly attacked and broke the ninety-nine-level flame barrier with one blow. This was simply a slap in the face and slapped hard on his face. How could Zhu Rong's fate bear it?

A low roar came. Dozens of the Fire Lin clan witch emperors who were conquered by Zhurong's destiny rushed into the sky with fire clouds.

The Witch Emperor of the Huolin clan, the bloodline that reproduced from the mixed blood of the ancient human race and the Huolin clan, is neither human nor beast, but has terrible combat power. Under the premise of equal cultivation, the Witch Emperor of the Huolin clan is one of the few powerful warriors in the human tribe alliance who can fight head-on for the Ga clan elites and fight alone with them.

Those who can be brought to Panxi World by Zhurong Tianming to participate in the life-and-death bets, these witch emperors of the Huolin clan are all top-notch players. Each of them can fight three or five ordinary human witch emperors with a comparable level of cultivation.

The fire clouds rolled, and the witch emperors of the Firelin clan roared in a low voice, rushing towards Pan Xi like a group of crazy beasts.

The bronze spear with simple and heavy shape brought out a series of firelights, making a low beast roar and stabbed Pan Xi fiercely. Dozens of bronze spears were cut at the same time. These witch emperors of the Fire Inn clan really wanted to tear Pan Xi down according to Zhu Rong's orders.

Pan Xi's eyes were covered with dark black eyes, and she was floating motionlessly in the air, allowing these powerful bronze spears to slash hard on her body.

The loud noise of "dang" was endless, and the witch emperors of the Huolin clan swept tens of thousands of attacks at Pan Xi in a blink of an eye. The joint attacks of dozens of people were like tsunamis, falling on Pan Xi continuously.

Fire was shining everywhere, Mars splashed, Pan Xi's body was still motionless, and the attacks of dozens of Fire Lin Clan Witch Emperors could not shake her at all.

There was no scar on Pan Xi's fair and tender skin. The bronze spears passed down from ancient times by the Fire Lin clan were extremely sharp, but they could not cut Pan Xi's oily skin. On the contrary, countless small cracks appeared on these bronze spears, and the recoil force of Pan Xi's body directly damaged these magical weapons and weapons.

"So hard!" A witch emperor of the Huolin clan looked at Pan Xi in a daze and exclaimed.

The next moment, Pan Xi's hands shook slightly, and her hands brought dozens of afterimages, blasting on the bodies of these Fire Lin Clan Witch Emperors in an understatement. Then a low explosion sounded, and dozens of powerful Witch Emperors exploded at the same time.

Then there was nothing, and the bodies of these witch emperors exploded without any trace left.
Chapter completed!