The ultimate plug-in king

Chapter 738 Holy Rank Showdown
As the word "death" came to his ears, Wu Zhi really had a feeling that he was going to die soon.

The space around him was almost too tight for him to breathe.

Fortunately, he has already comprehended the power of space, and even cultivated it to a great success, otherwise, he might have lost his life at this time.

very scary!
The holy rank powerhouse is really terrifying.

Wu Zhi didn't even know who shot him, and his life was no longer under his control.

Those who do not enter the holy rank are all ants.

"Momentary mobile cheat!"

Wu Zhi propped up the power of space, and finally decided to activate the teleportation cheat.

A bright light flickered, and with the activation of the teleportation plug-in, Wu Zhi could clearly feel the power of the surrounding space distorting.

In the past, as long as he opened the teleportation plug-in, he would be teleported out immediately.

But this time it was different.

The power of the surrounding space is actually restricting the activation of the teleportation plug-in.

This made Wu Zhi faintly feel something was wrong.

However, the plug-in did not disappoint him in the end, it still broke through the blockade of the power of space, a bright light lit up, and disappeared from the spot with Wu Zhi.

"what?"

There was a soft cry of surprise, obviously he did not expect Wu Zhi to be able to escape from the blockage of the power of space.

White light flashed, and the sound of fierce fighting came to Wu Zhi's ears again, making his heart feel relieved for no reason.

However, he soon became unhappy, and the whole world suddenly turned into a big hand, covering him.

This is a palm condensed by the power of space, shattering everything and being extremely overbearing.

Wherever they passed, the powerhouses of the five major forces collapsed instantly, and they were all buried under that palm.

Wu Zhi's expression also changed wildly, he activated the teleportation plug-in again, and fled to the distance.

The white glow flickered, and Wu Zhi disappeared from the spot.

But that giant hand in space turned the place where Wu Zhi was standing just now into dust.

This holy rank powerhouse is really too powerful.

"Dimensional mobile supernatural power? Even so, you will die."

There was a booming sound in the air, causing Wu Zhi's body to shake involuntarily, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, Wu Zhi's face was extremely pale.

"Crow, where is the crow!"

Wu Zhi mobilized his profound energy, and roared angrily: "Didn't you say that the holy-level powerhouses of Qingming Mountain will be handed over to you in the Immortal Mountain?"

Naturally he had reasons to be angry.

Before the battle, Crow swore that as long as the holy-level powerhouses of Qingming Mountain dared to join the battle, the powerhouses of his Immortal Mountain would fight.

Now the holy-level powerhouse in Qingming Mountain is chasing him up and down. If it weren't for the teleportation plug-in, he would have been killed at this time, and the powerhouse in Bulaoshan has not yet appeared.

"Evil barrier, don't stop!"

At this moment, there was a sudden shout in the air, and then an old man was seen coming from the air.

This old man has a ruddy complexion and a fluttering white beard, and he has the demeanor of a monk who has attained the Tao.

His voice was flat and calm, but it was like rolling thunder, and it was transmitted to the puppet of Qingming Mountain.

But when the sound reached the ears of Wu Zhi and other powerful men from the five major forces, it was a different situation, like a breeze and drizzle.

Following this sound, that violent palm instantly froze in mid-air.

However, the giant palm condensed by the power of space only paused for a moment, and then continued to slap at the powerhouses of the five major forces.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen strong men died in his hands.

"Ugh!"

The old man sighed, and with a wave of his hand, an invisible wave rippled away, blocking the giant palm of the Qingming Mountain puppet.

Boo!
The invisible power of space slashed at the opponent's palm, and that huge palm began to collapse unexpectedly.

The super powerful attack of the holy rank powerhouse was broken easily.

The cultivators of this Immortal Mountain are so strong!
At the same time, the cultivators of the five major forces were excited again.

With such a strong person making a move, this Qingming Mountain would not be able to escape this catastrophe.

"Old fellow, you are courting death!"

From the puppet of Qingming Mountain, a figure flew out, covered in a black robe, with an aura like an abyss.

Around him, the power of space surrounds and shatters everything.

Seeing this, Wu Zhi's pupils shrank, and the holy-level powerhouse from Qingming Mountain finally appeared.

But hearing the tone, it was obviously Qing Ming's voice.

The cultivators of the entire Qingming Mountain are his puppets, so he can naturally come to these puppets at will.

However, the strength of the puppet determines the combat power that Qing Ming can display.

If his divine sense is pinned on an imperial rank cultivator, he can only unleash an imperial rank attack, but if it falls on a holy rank powerhouse, it can be called terrifying.

The puppet of Qingming Mountain moved its right hand, rolled up waves of space power, and shot at the old man.

The power of space is like a wave, its speed is extremely fast, and its attack power is even more powerful.

However, in the face of this person's attack, the old man just waved his hand, and also rolled up a space storm, blocking the power of space.

The attacks of the two collided in the air, and the entire sky began to twist.

Wu Zhi could clearly see a huge black hole spinning rapidly, devouring everything.

"too horrible!"

Wu Zhi was completely stunned.

The attack of the holy rank powerhouse is too strong.

"Kong Ji, don't you even know your master?"

The old man suddenly sighed and said quietly.

Hearing these words, Wu Zhi's face was full of weirdness.

This holy-rank puppet of Qingming Mountain turned out to be a disciple from Bulao Mountain, no wonder the crow would say that the holy-rank powerhouse of Qingming Mountain would be dealt with by Bulaoshan.

"My hometown, I don't want to fight with you, I'd better leave early!"

The puppet of Qingming Mountain said in a deep voice.

His strength is not as good as the opponent's, otherwise, he would have made a move long ago.

"Kong Ji is a disciple of my Immortal Mountain. Even if he dies, he will still be like my Immortal Mountain. Since the master of Qingming Mountain insists on being an enemy of my Immortal Mountain, then I will not be polite."

The old man suddenly yelled.

Then he saw his figure move, flew towards the puppet of Qingming Mountain, and suddenly pressed down with his big hand, as if he wanted to control the whole world in his hands.

In the palm of his hand, the power of endless space rippled out, imprisoning the entire space unexpectedly.

The big hand grabbed the puppet of Qingming Mountain below, ah, the puppet of Qingming Mountain wanted to escape, but found that it could not move at all, and even the power of space could not be mobilized.

"Late stage powerhouse!"

The puppet shouted in shock, and he continued to attack one after another, but in front of the old man, everything was in vain.

Rumble.

The world trembled violently, and the Qingming Mountain puppet was directly grabbed by the old man.

Stuck, the black robe on the puppet's face was torn off, revealing a pale, dull face.

When the old man's palm was clapped, Qingming's divine sense had already escaped.

"Qingming Mountain dares to enslave my disciples of Bulual Mountain, I have written down this enmity!"

The old man of Bulaoshan looked very furious at the disciple in front of him, murderous intent rolled in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)