outside,

Black flames cover the sky.

The devilish sound penetrates my ears.

Taiyue Immortal Realm...or Taiyue Demonic Realm has become a trend.

The momentum is still higher than that of the previous Immortal Realm.

boom--

There was a loud noise.

Chen Qingyan was blasted out of the black altar.

A strong wind blew, and many black figures undulating up and down, laughing slyly, and smitten them with ferocious aura.

Chen Qingyan looked calm, and with a pull of his right hand, he slashed through the air with a hundred-foot-long sword.

The shadows leaped like eagles and dodged the attack with incomparable accuracy.

Chen Qingyan pumped his fists.

With a muffled sound, each fist mark tore through the sky, compressing the air into a vacuum and sucking the surrounding airflow to the outer layer of the fist marks, converging into strong winds.

This casual blow was a decisive blow that ordinary great monks could not achieve even with all their strength.

There were a large number of fist seals, or due to the influence of vacuum and airflow, there was finally a black shadow that could not be avoided, and an explosion suddenly spread. The black shadow was suppressed by the fist seals on the black altar where it came from, and was tightly imprisoned.

It may have been too late, but it was too soon, but in fact, when Chen Qingyan made the fist seal, a terrifying domain power had already covered his body.

Just like the "gaze" that was oppressed by the 10,000-meter-deep sea not long ago, this time, this power of harvesting souls has been amplified dozens of times and is everywhere in all directions.

In his Dantian, Dao Ying's face showed a hint of pain.

Chen Qingyan was awe-inspiring.

Turning around, the little golden giant appeared.

Crack!

Thunder came quickly and struck the golden giant head and face.

The black smoke wrapped around it, like a big python, with flames surging inside, and the burning giant's golden light flashed and flickered.

Tick.

Tick-tick-tick.

It started to rain.

This rain is unusual.

Because it’s raining,

...It's fire rain.

"cut!"

As he shouted fiercely, sword light overflowed, like hundreds of sharp blades emerging from the inside of a cocoon.

The golden giant shone brightly, resisted the thunder calamity, tore through the black flame python, and broke free from its restraints.

At the same time, in the black altar above the Demon Realm, a pair of eyes quietly watched the battle outside.

It was a vague figure without any sense of existence.

When the figure turned around, a face similar to Chen Qingyan's was revealed.

He walked into the depths of the altar pretending to be no one.

The entire process did not attract any attention from the external demon in the altar.
Chapter completed!