Palm fairy garden

"Want to watch me?"

Inside the Hall of Immortals.

Su Ming felt that he was locked on by another great cultivator at the First Glimpse Realm in the Holy Land with his spiritual consciousness, and he instantly understood what the other person was thinking.

The opponent wanted to block his sword of law for these monks at the beginning and middle stages of Nascent Soul.

After all, with the sharpness of Su Ming's Law Sword, it was difficult for the ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators present to resist his might.

After thinking this through, he immediately changed his mind.

next moment.

Su Ming let go of the five swords of law and handed them over to Chunyangzi.

As for his deity, he directly controlled the halls of immortals and flew towards the void above.

I saw a huge fairy hall with a body of more than a thousand feet rising rapidly from the depths of the spiritual sea. Outside the fairy hall, five law swords with different auras were constantly rotating around the fairy halls.

Afterwards, the Immortal Palace carried five Law Immortal Swords, and rushed towards them with the force of thunder.

see this scene.

Both Lan Xie and the monk surnamed Wu were shocked.

"Get out of the way!"

Lan Xie was the first to react. While instructing everyone, he manipulated the Holy Spirit Bell and suppressed the Immortal Palace that was rushing towards him.

At this time, the three swords of law were like lightning, and directly slashed towards the bell of the Holy Spirit.

"Boom!!!"

Three loud bangs joined together, and the void was directly shattered.

Through the shattered void, Su Ming even saw the scene of the Ten Thousand Stars Island outside.

The Holy Spirit Bell was severely injured, and was thrown flying by the three immortal swords, and even Lan Xie's complexion turned pale for a while.

"How can he be so strong! How can he be so strong?"

Until now, Lan Xie couldn't believe that Su Ming possessed such great strength.

How much resources did Lan Xie spend all the way to where he is today?How much effort?

And what about Su Ming?

According to Lan Xie's knowledge, the other party's practice has not been more than a hundred years.

Even in the Holy Land, this kind of cultivator who can enter the Nascent Soul stage after less than a hundred years of practice is already a top genius that is rarely seen in a thousand years in the Holy Land.

But when compared with Su Ming, this kind of genius immediately looks like trash.

Lan Xie's thoughts changed sharply, but all the immortal halls suppressed the sky in an instant, condescendingly pressing down on the Nascent Soul cultivator present.

"Emerging into a thousand jun!"

Su Ming directly used the control-type supernatural power carried by the Hall of Immortals.

After being promoted to Tongtian Lingbao in the Hall of Immortals, the great supernatural power of Yuhua Qianjun has made another qualitative leap in power compared to before.

Especially with the supply of abundant good fortune immortal energy, it is even more amazingly powerful.

Su Ming felt that its power was even stronger than the suppressing power of Wanli Mountains and Rivers Map.

It's not that the suppression power of the Hall of Immortals must be better than that of the Wanli Mountains and Rivers Map.

It's just that the man who controlled the Wanli Mountains and Rivers Map was a great monk in the late Yuanying period. No matter how deep his magic power was, it couldn't compare with the aura provided by the entire Linghai.

"Om-"

An invisible wave instantly swept across the entire void, covering all the Nascent Soul stage monks present.

As this wave of fluctuations swept across the audience, the originally turbulent space immediately became extremely stable.

Seeing this scene, some monks in the holy land were overjoyed, and immediately wanted to use the void teleportation, preparing to adopt the tactic of swimming.

But the moment they were about to perform Void Teleportation, their faces froze.

Because they found that they couldn't teleport at all.

The entire void was solidified by the huge fairy palace in front of them like an iron wall. Their previous methods of tearing the void to move seemed so ridiculous and fragile in front of this iron wall.

Not only that, everyone also found that there was a heavy pressure on their bodies.

This kind of suppression is different from the gravity that has become a thousand weights in the past, but an all-round suppression.

It can be said that at this moment, whether it is their attack, defense, or speed of escaping light, they have all dropped by at least [-]% to [-]%!

The stronger the monks are, the less affected they will be, and those monks who are only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul will be suppressed by only half of their previous strength.

Not to mention monks of the same level, even the more powerful Jindan stage monks dare to challenge them in this state.

Feeling the decline in their own strength, everyone finally panicked.

"roll!"

When Su Ming saw the cultivator surnamed Wu standing in front of the hall of immortals, he let out a loud shout.

Before he finished speaking, the two swords of law slashed straight at him.

The two sword lights came in a flash, and the monk surnamed Wu felt the power of the two law swords, and his face was terrified.

"boom!!!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, the figure of the monk surnamed Wu was directly sent flying by the two law swords.

Su Ming saw the moment he was cut into the air, took out a high-grade defensive spirit treasure to protect himself, snorted lightly, and ignored the other party.

With his current strength, it is not difficult to suppress the first-glance monks, but he has to grind slowly if he wants to kill the first-glance monks.

Su Ming still couldn't do what Cang Lingzi could do to instantly kill the Great Cultivator of the First Glimpse Realm with just one strike.

The five swords of law directly suppressed the two Great Cultivators of the First Glimpse Realm.

There were more than 100 ordinary Nascent Soul monks left, who were directly exposed in front of the Immortal Palace.

"Boom--"

The infinite spiritual sea water was swallowed up by the immortal palace whales, and then quickly refined.

Inside the Hall of Immortals.

Su Ming felt the abundant power of the Hall of Immortals, without saying a word, he directly controlled it and crushed them towards them.

The monks of the Holy Land quickly dispersed as soon as the Immortal Palace rammed into them.

But helplessly restrained by Yuhua Qianjun, their speed of escaping light is far from being able to compare with the speed of the impact of the palace of immortals.

"puff--"

The nine Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't dodge in time, and were directly hit by the Immortal Palace.

The Hall of Immortals is worthy of being a heaven-reaching spiritual treasure. The last Nascent Soul cultivator was knocked into nothingness just by being slightly scratched by it.

The terrifying power shook the void that was as solid as a copper wall and iron wall into ripples.

"Junior Brother Xu!"

"Brother Liang!"

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Nine Nascent Soul cultivators fell, and people who were acquainted with each other cried out in mourning.

But Su Ming didn't show mercy at all, he followed the same pattern and once again manipulated the Hall of Immortals to charge towards them.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The void continued to explode.

One after another escaping lights frantically fled in the void like headless chickens, but under the restraint of the suppression force of the Immortal Palace, no Nascent Soul cultivator could escape at all.

One Nascent Soul cultivator after another was slaughtered by Su Ming like chickens and dogs.

"Stop, stop!"

Seeing the disciples of the disciples being massacred by Su Ming, Lan Xie finally panicked.

The Holy Spirit Bell, which was chopped off by Chunyangzi's three swords, returned to Lan Xie's hands again. He controlled the Holy Spirit Bell, and while blocking Su Ming's offensive, he said via voice transmission: "Master Su, please stop!"

But Su Ming turned a deaf ear to Lan Xie's begging for mercy.

Su Ming asked Chun Yangzi to suppress Lan Xie, while he continued to hunt down the Nascent Soul Stage monks in the Holy Land.

The Nascent Soul cultivator, who was regarded as a top powerhouse in the outside world on weekdays, was like fragile clay figurines in front of the Immortal Palace.

Whether it was hit or rubbed, everything turned into nothingness.

"As expected of the golden rule, not only is the defense unparalleled, but the attack is also so sharp!"

From the body of the Hall of Immortals, Su Ming felt an invincible charm.

This feeling is very similar to the Fantian Seal in Guang Yuanzi's hand.

It's just that the Hall of Immortals, which is a heaven-reaching spirit treasure, is many times more powerful than the top-grade spirit treasure, the Overturning Seal.

In addition, the Hall of Immortals does not need Su Ming to provide power, it only needs the guidance of the soul.

Therefore, the Hall of Immortals is invincible when crushing low-level monks!
Seeing the holy land monks die one by one, Lan Xie roared, "Enough is enough, don't you want to kill Wanxinsheng?"

Hearing this, Su Ming paused slightly.

He glanced at Lan Xie, and said coldly: "Sage Wanxin will handle it himself, but today, the Holy Land will be destroyed!"

"you"

Lan Xie was so angry that he trembled all over. From the beginning to the end, he miscalculated one thing.

That is Su Ming's strength.

In Lan Xie's view, Su Ming was just a pawn to attract Sage Wanxin. When he saw that this pawn was going to destroy the foundation of the Holy Land, he didn't think about killing Sage Wanxin.

It was to forcefully suppress this disobedient pawn, but he never expected that Su Ming would pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, hiding such a powerful strength!

This huge information gap caught Lan Xie by surprise.

So much so that his follow-up decisions were wrong again and again!
If he had known that Su Ming had such a strong strength, so what if he let Su Ming continue to refine the spiritual sea?

As long as there is the foundation of the Bixinmu tree, after tens of thousands of years, the Linghai will still be restored.

But now, it's too late.

The moment Lan Xie attacked Su Ming, Su Ming had already sentenced the Holy Land to death in his heart!

Putting these words down coldly, Su Ming stopped talking and continued to chase and kill the remaining Nascent Soul stage monks.

Facing the one-sided massacre, the remaining Nascent Soul cultivators finally couldn't hold back.

I saw them rising rapidly, flying towards the canopy city at the top of the Bixinmu tree.

"Yes, City of Canopy!"

Lan Xie finally came back to his senses, "All return to the city of canopy, I'll hold him back!"

As he said that, Lan Xie yelled at another cultivator in the first glimpse: "Junior Brother Wu!"

"coming!"

Cultivator surnamed Wu gritted his teeth and responded loudly.

The next moment, Lan Xie and the monk surnamed Wu joined hands to resist Chunyangzi and Zhongxiandian.

Facing the desperate efforts of the two great cultivators at the first glimpse stage, Su Ming did not dare to be careless.

Endless good fortune and fairy energy poured into the hall of immortals, consolidating the defense of the hall of immortals. On the other side, Chun Yangzi also took back the five-handed law fairy sword.

in the void.

Lan Xie stood in mid-air, and saw him take out a magic talisman from his bosom, and said solemnly: "Su Ming, you and I will stop here, how about it?"

Inside the Hall of Immortals.

Su Ming's voice came out, and he said, "Holy Master Lan, do you think we can stop now?"

Hearing this, Lan Xie couldn't help but sighed.

Indeed, if he had known Su Ming's strength before and hadn't chosen to make a move, the two sides might still be reconciled.

But at the moment when he attacked Su Ming and Su Ming counterattacked and beheaded dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators in the Holy Land, there was no room for maneuver between the two sides.

Su Ming's hands were stained with the blood of the holy land monks.

All the monks in the Holy Land do not want to get rid of Su Ming and then quickly, just ask this kind of hatred, there is no possibility for the two sides to give up.

Even if they stop now, one side will definitely be completely destroyed in the future.

Su Ming didn't want to have such a big enemy secretly staring at him.

Although he himself was not afraid, he couldn't guarantee that Holy Land would not retaliate against his relatives and friends.

Therefore, one of the two sides must completely fall today.

Seeing this, Lan Xie stopped talking nonsense, only to see that he directly inspired the talisman in his hand.

The talisman ignited spontaneously without wind, and then dissipated directly.

If ordinary people saw this scene, they would probably laugh outright, but Su Ming didn't laugh, instead his face became more solemn than ever.

this moment.

The entire holy land cave became extremely quiet, and the air was terrifyingly quiet.

Afterwards, infinite aura gathered towards the void.

In the void, golden lines lit up, and endless aura filled the golden lines.

In the end, a palm with the size of hundreds of kilometers directly appeared in the void.

Although the hall of Zhongxian Temple is thousands of feet long, it is only a few kilometers long. Facing this giant palm that is hundreds of kilometers long, it is as small as a fly.

As for the even smaller Lan Xie and the monk surnamed Wu, they couldn't even see clearly under this giant palm.

"Pass through the realm of law!"

Su Ming's face became more solemn than ever.

Sure enough, the Holy Land, as the oldest force in the five directions, has more background than it appears on the surface.

The giant palm holding the sky in front of him can only be used by monks who have mastered the law.

It's just that I don't know which cultivator in the Dharma realm spent so much effort to seal himself in a magic talisman with a blow with all his strength.

It is conceivable that in order to create this talisman and leave this bottom-line means to the Holy Land, how much this cultivator who has mastered the magic realm has paid.

But now, in order to stop Su Ming, Lan Xie no longer cared so much.

"Su Ming, go to hell!"

There was a hint of madness in Lan Xie's eyes.

In the void, the giant palm holding the sky pressed down bit by bit towards the palace of immortals.

Obviously the speed of this palm pressing down was very slow, but Su Ming felt that the void around him was fixed by it, and there was no possibility of avoiding it other than confronting it head-on.

In fact, with the continuous improvement of monks' cultivation base and Dao law realm, unless they practice special dodge-like supernatural powers, it is simply unrealistic to rely on teleportation and evasion of light to dodge.

It's like now, when this huge palm that is hundreds of kilometers long reaches the sky, it has already locked all of Su Ming's evasion space at the moment of attacking.

Su Ming wanted to break free from this lock, unless he exploded with strength stronger than this giant palm.

But with this kind of strength, why do you need to dodge, just head-on head-on!
In terms of the strength of the Dharma Realm, Su Ming was obviously still a bit short.

"Kakkaka!"

As the giant palm of Qingtian descended lower and lower, the void solidified by the halls of immortals shattered into pieces like a mirror.

The huge pressure shattered along with the void, and was transmitted to the halls of the Hall of Immortals.

"Is this the strength of a cultivator in the Dharma Realm?"

Looking at the giant palm that lifted the sky bit by bit from the void, Su Ming couldn't help feeling a little panic in his heart.

Now, he finally knows how strong Wan Xinsheng is!
Compared with the physical training of the god-transformation stage of the Holy Blood leader, the strength of the cultivator who has mastered the law and transformed into a god is much stronger!
"No wonder everyone is so afraid of Wanxinsheng."

Looking at the giant palms descending from the sky little by little, Su Ming let go of the fear in his heart.

Under his control, the Hall of Immortals once again swallowed the water of the spiritual sea.

Supplemented by Linghai, infinite good fortune and immortal energy surged out. At this moment, Su Ming suspended the analysis of wordless heavenly scriptures, and instead supplied all good fortune and immortal energy to the Immortal Palace.

Su Ming looked at the giant palm that held up to the sky, which was photographed by Chaozhong Xiandian, and a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

Compared with the soul-devouring beast, what is this giant palm that lifts the sky?
If even a single blow from the seal of the cultivator in the Dharma Realm is terrified, how can he defeat the Soul-devouring Beast and ascend to the upper realm!
"Come on, kind of shoot me to death!"

With a crazy smile on Su Ming's face, he yelled at the giant palm that fell from the sky.