Three thousand women's colleges ranked in the fairy class

Chapter 159 Offending the Dao of Heaven 【Please subscribe! 】

Nanhuang City is the capital of Nanting mainland, the residence of Nanhuang, the general residence of Nanzhou Xianting, and the core of power that governs one-seventh of the fairy world.

Not only is there a strong aura here, but there are strong people gathered here, and the law and order and defense are also top-notch in the fairy world.

For thousands of years, none of the immortal thieves or ghosts dared to directly attack the Southern Imperial City.

Even if you want to attack, you can't get in.

An immortal emperor-level protective formation, like an inverted fairy dome, enveloped the entire Southern Imperial City.

No force below the Nine Star Immortal Sovereign can forcefully break through this transparent barrier.

If you cross this barrier and directly tear the space inside the formation, you will soon be drawn by the formation, and you will be robbed by the gods.

Southern Imperial City, the city that will never fall!

now.

The South Imperial City is prosperous and peaceful, with hundreds of millions of city dwellers living and working in peace and contentment, devoting themselves to cultivation, business, and travel.

Until someone inadvertently looked up at the sky...

A blood-colored giant hand tore apart the sky with its bare hands!

Unlike all the nether attacks, this giant hand didn't seem to come from the abyss, but appeared suddenly without warning.

There is no spiritual pressure, no sound, no eyeballs, no miscellaneous mournful sounds or ravings, and even no entity.

There is only one red, pale, huge hand shadow!
What the hand shadow tore apart was not the space wall, but——

Fortress formation!

On the edge of the torn rift, streams of blood dripped and dripped down, like tears of blood flowing from the sky, turning into a rain of blood in a blink of an eye.

Before the shadow of the hand arrived, the rain of blood fell first, just like the god of death descending.

The whole city screamed in horror!

Screaming...but no sound came out.

Even when the air defense bell was knocked, there was only a bell ringing, but no bell ringing.

Lu Ya doesn't like making noise, so nothing can make a sound.

Because of the frequent changes of the Immortal Thief King, most of the Immortal Emperor's power in the Southern Emperor City went out, leaving only Ouyang Longcheng and the chess player on the top of the Xingtian Pavilion...

The top of Xingtian Pavilion.

The seven people in Ouyang Longcheng were speechless, and he couldn't be the opponent who could tear apart the sky formation with his bare hands.

"This is……"

When the words came to his lips, he found that there was no sound.

In an instant, there was a cold light on his back, and he was sweating profusely.

Although the coercion brought by this blood shadow giant hand is terrifying, its grade cannot be detected. The vibration method of the spiritual pressure seems to have traces of the forbidden technique of the demon sect, but the essence of the spiritual pressure is as vast as the law of heaven.

The chess player looked up at the blood shadow, but couldn't see the source of this power.

God is not like God.

Ming is not like Ming.

It's more like ordinary fairy power, but how could a fairy have such power?

The torn rift happened to be in the sky above Xing Tian Pavilion, and it was obviously coming towards him.

The chess player looked calm and extremely serious.

"Why don't you show up and speak?"

Ouyang Longcheng stared at the chess player in a daze, he was the only one in Nanhuang City who could speak.

No words in the air.

After the blood rain.

The giant blood shadow hand dragged the infinitely extending, thick arm like a pillar of heaven, and with a destructive coercion, it grabbed down towards Xing Tiange.

This time, the spiritual pressure finally came out.

But no one could believe it—

This is actually the spiritual pressure of the Nine Star Immortal Venerable!
The power of the Nine-Star Immortal Venerable tore apart the Nine-Star Immortal Sovereign-level sky formation?
Even the calm chess player was dumbfounded.

What scene has he not seen?

He had never seen this scene before!

"Why don't you show others the power of your deity?"

The sky suddenly replied.

"You too?"

It's not that Lu Ya is hiding his strength, it's just that he wants to build the city well in the future and live a stable life, so he borrowed Liu Xuanye's strength.

So his hand shadow is red, and his spiritual pressure is only at the level of a fairy, and there is a slight time difference when his power reaches the Southern Imperial City.

He only needs the power of the Immortal Venerable, supplemented by the power of full-level resonance and a little God-level law, and he can easily subdue the city.

But right now, this person made him a little bit interested.

Unexpectedly, there are still people in the fairy world who can speak under his shadow.

If you can talk, talk more!

He also wanted to try, whether he could beat a strong man who surpassed the Immortal Emperor with the power of the Immortal Venerable from a distance of one hundred thousand miles!
Bloody hands are silent.

Continue to explore.

The chess player stands with his hands behind his back and remains motionless.

At this time, seeing that the giant shadow with bloody hands in the sky was just the spiritual pressure of the Immortal Venerable, Ouyang Longcheng clasped his palms together, boldly undoing it.

An Immortal King-level purple mans golden body stood impressively on the top of the Xingtian Pavilion.

"Purple Flame Mad Dragon, get up!"

A purple shadow gushed out, and quickly condensed into a purple flame giant dragon the size of the giant blood shadow's hand, wrapped in the Immortal Emperor's spiritual pressure, and looked even more imposing.

With a violent dragon chant, Zilong raised his head and ran towards the giant blood shadow hand.

Ouyang Longcheng was full of self-confidence, he felt that even if he lost in the end, with the power of Immortal Emperor Xianjie, he could still hold out for a while, buying some time for the chess players.

However, in the next breath, his face froze, and a mouthful of blood spurted out!

air.

The violently flying purple dragon had been pinched seven inches by the bloody hand, and turned into a purple worm. It disappeared in a blink of an eye, and there was not even a single dross left...

"not good!"

Ouyang Longcheng underestimated the power of the Immortal Venerable with the giant blood shadow hand, he opened his body for a moment, instinctively grabbed the other six people, and quickly fled from the top of the mountain in a flash.

This is his plan.

But it's not done.

In the middle of the flash, his shocking immortal spirit fell to the ground.

The more you want to escape, the more you will be crushed to death, and there is a possibility of dust at any time.

In the end, he had to give up resisting, and crawled on the ground, like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, but at this time he was able to breathe...

Looking carefully at the surroundings, he just fell off the stone platform from the teleportation stone platform, and only escaped less than a foot away.

now.

There are more than 1 million immortals in the Southern Imperial City, all of whom are in the same state as Ouyang Longcheng.

Those people with the strongest cultivation base subconsciously wanted to resist when they saw the spirit pressure of the immortal, but they were beaten fat, their ribs were broken, and huge waves were set off in the Sea of ​​Qi in Sendai. All of them were seriously injured. It wasn't until I admitted my mistake and meditated that I relaxed a little.

Those immortals with low cultivation bases did not dare to resist, at most they tried to escape, but they couldn't escape, and quickly meditated on the spot, but they were not hurt.

The luckiest ones were those ordinary immortals who thought that the gods were coming to this world, so they knelt down and knelt down to save their lives for safety. As a result, they were not injured at all, and some of them could even move normally, completely unaffected by Lu Ya's spiritual pressure.

Ouyang Longcheng seemed to understand something, he was so frightened that he quickly lifted the spiritual solution, and immediately sat cross-legged with pious remorse, and then he was able to breathe smoothly.

The other six people had no choice but to follow suit.

After discovering this extremely simple fact, Ouyang Longcheng wanted to slap himself in the face!

Think carefully.

If this giant blood shadow hand was a demonic force, it would definitely suppress or slaughter without discrimination, but this spiritual pressure seems to only make people submit, and has no desire to kill indiscriminately.

It looks like a phantom, but is it actually the power of heaven?
The top of Xingtian Pavilion.

The mist is misty.

The chess player looked up at the sky and stood still. He was calm on the surface, but there was a warlike blood boiling in his heart.

"Are the seven people from 3000 years ago already so strong?"

If the giant blood shadow hand continues to probe, even he has to make a choice!
Although there is only a fairy-level spiritual pressure, such ingenious power is already worth his hands.

Although the seven people in Ouyang Longcheng couldn't speak, they could still communicate with their spiritual thoughts.

"Brother Ouyang, what's going on?"

"Why doesn't this chess player make a move?"

"Why do demons have such power?"

"No, this is not the magic way, but the power of heaven..."

Ouyang Longcheng's expression was complicated, and even the spirit of communication was very weak.

"In the Southern Imperial City, someone offended the heavens!"

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Alas, I was scolded miserably by everyone, I stayed up all night to finish pretending this.

(End of this chapter)