"Yes, when my father and Lao Hong talked, they were through the Space Immortal Source Mirror, and the Space Immortal Mirror had the function of taking pictures." Mo Cang said, but he pointed to the sky. In an instant, a picture of the Space Immortal Source Realm appeared. It was the conversation between Lao Hong and the Third Prince of the Nine Nether Dynasty, which was extremely clear and visible.

"Very good." Su Xuan nodded with satisfaction, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Mo Cang.

Mo Cang, die!!!

Death to ashes!

And outside.

On the ancient battlefield.

The same moment.

"Die!" Yan Xuanqing turned his head and looked at Old Hong, slapped it out with his palm. The palm print was a fire dragon, unscrupulous, burning the world, powerful and domineering, and extremely murderous intent.

Old Hong didn't even have the courage to resist.

His face was bloodless, and he was filled with regret in despair, and was destroyed under the palm print.

Old Hong was killed instantly by Yan Xuanqing. On the ancient battlefield, everyone trembled, holding their breath, and was extremely awe and frightened.

Even those pavilion masters and Taishang pavilion masters who have a good relationship with Hong Lao, no one dared to have any dissatisfaction.

The evidence is complete, and there is nothing to say about Hong Lao being killed.

What's more, Yan Xuanqing is too strong.

However.

That is the next moment.

suddenly.

In the air of the ancient battlefield, a space door opened suddenly.

Inside the space gate is an infinite black hole, a black hole that wants to swallow all self-rotating.

Then, a figure appeared in the space gate, and half of his foot had stepped into the space where the Hall of Enlightenment Pavilion was located, but only half of his foot was there, and most of the remaining body was inside the space gate.

He was a middle-aged man, with a round and non-leakage all over his body, tall figure, arrogant eyes, and a slightly vicissitudes of life. He was majestic, domineering, strong, and the aura of the emperor.

A purple robe is even more meticulous, clean and tidy. This robe is actually a treasure of origin and the best one.

The moment the middle-aged man appeared, it was obvious that the space where the ancient battlefield was located was inexplicably cracking, as if it was squeezed.

The airflow in the space is no longer flowing.

Even, there is a feeling of real emptiness and void being pulled away and isolated.

Suffocating.

Then, a breath rippled from the middle-aged man in purple robe. The breath seemed casual, but it suddenly pressed towards the ancient battlefield.

moment!!!

Bang bang bang bang...

Except for a few people, such as Yan Xuanqing and others, at this moment, millions of people were kneeling on the ground, and were forced to kneel on the ground, and their knees were pressed into the ground. Some people with backbone would rather die than follow and wanted to stand up, but with the force, their knees were broken, their legs and feet were broken, but they still couldn't get up, just like the demons suppressing them.

For example, Feng Jiao, as the head of the pavilion, had no blood on his face at this moment, was extremely terrifying, extremely fearful, and trembling all over.

Feng Jiao was just about to say something.

The middle-aged man in purple robe said, "My son died in the secret realm, and the Pavilion of All living beings will be destroyed. Everyone, please welcome the arrival of the Nine Nether Dynasty, please welcome the arrival of the destruction!!!"

After the speech is finished.

The whole person disappeared directly.

"No! It has nothing to do with our living beings Pavilion!!! The Third Prince, Mo Cang is...yes...it is dead at Su Xuan's hands, it has nothing to do with our living beings Pavilion! The Third Prince..." Feng Jiao screamed, his voice trembling, fear, and even more swallowing, and was frightened.
Chapter completed!