Home has a door to the flood

Chapter 529
The True Monarch of the South suddenly looked towards the north, and he knew that the trouble he had been waiting for for a long time had come.

Nanfang Zhenjun stood up, holding the spear in his hand, and stood facing the wind. The strong wind blew on the top of the mountain, and his cloak was blown wantonly, as if he was going to go with the wind at any time.

"I don't know which one of the seven supreme beings in Central Continent is coming here. I am so poor that I am not far away from the True Monarch of the South." The True Monarch of the South stood holding his sword and stared at the northern sky.

I saw a tall figure suddenly appeared there, stepping on the void, walking over unhurriedly.

This figure was covered in dark mist, and he couldn't see anything at all, but every step he took in the void seemed to be as heavy as a thousand weights. Zhenjun Nan noticed that every time he stepped down, the void was slightly distorted , sinking slightly, as if a pit appeared in the mud.

"I've heard that there is a genius in Nanzhan Buzhou. I think it's you." The figure in the black mist said slowly. His dominance is indeed a supreme being without a doubt.

"It's just that Nanzhan Buzhou, after all, there are still no strong people. You dare to call yourself the pride of heaven with your cultivation level, but you are still too weak to face the Supreme."

The True Monarch of the South was not angry when he heard the words. Logically speaking, he, a sixth-level heaven sub-sage, would not dare to be angry with a supreme being.Therefore, he asked blankly: "Which one of the supreme beings is it? Can you show your true colors?"

But the listener laughed indifferently: "How does this seat exist? You can know it if you want to know it." The supreme domineering is undoubtedly revealed.

"If you swear allegiance to me now, I will naturally see you with my true colors. If you don't want to..." The visitor snorted coldly, and said sinisterly: "Don't blame me for being ruthless and putting you on the spot." kill."

Nanfang Zhenjun narrowed his eyes, he knew that what the other party said was not just for words.

Today's Earth Immortal Realm is a real battlefield. Except for the mountain gates closed by the supreme forces, other places are battlefields for hegemony.

The big bosses of Honghuang didn't know what the purpose was, they just watched quietly, and never sent envoys to interfere.

Therefore, in the world of Earth Immortals, the seven supreme beings participating in the battle for hegemony are the strongest overlords.

During these long years, there were not one or two Yasheng who were killed by them.

It can be said that as long as he dared to say no to the Southern True Monarch today, he would be bloody on the spot.

The sage in the black mist also looked at Zhenjun Southern with great interest, wanting to see how this guy would choose. After all these years, rebels still emerged one after another. few.

But the supreme giants have never stepped forward to stop it.

They seem to have really designated this place as a battlefield. A battlefield, sacred casualties are normal.

Besides, none of the supreme giants at this time has the intention of being the master of the prehistoric land. It is already very good to manage one-third of an acre of land. Who cares about the life and death of other monks.

Under this kind of thinking, although the war in the four major continents of the earth fairy world is a small fight, the gods of the heavens are happy to watch the excitement.

As long as the flames of war are not burned to the prehistoric universe and disturb your own purity, everyone doesn't care.

Just when Shen Sheng in the black mist was thinking about this, he saw on the other side, the Southern True Monarch slowly raised his long spear, and said loudly: "Although the fellow Taoists in the South call me the Zhenshi Shenjun, I am the leader of Nanzhan Buzhou. Peace has come, but Pindao has some ideas in his mind, they are just flattering me."

"But no matter what, the great wish of the poor Taoist, to keep my clean place in the south, will never change." The true king of the south said with a bright forehead, "If the Supreme wants me to If Nanzhan Buzhou follows your orders and gets involved in the Central Continent struggle for hegemony, Pindao will never agree."

The supreme being in the black mist seemed to be silent for a long time, and then he said strangely: "If you want peace, just go to the wilderness, why are you sticking around in Nanzhan Buzhou?"

Nanfang Zhenjun was about to explain, but saw the black mist figure waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Forget it, these are not important, since you have made such a decision, I have no choice but to send you to die."

While speaking, the supreme being hidden in the black mist suddenly made a move.

A huge jet-black fist covered the sky in an instant, enveloped the Southern True Monarch's head, and slammed down hard.

The True Lord of the South, who was under the fist, felt that he was suddenly completely locked. He couldn't move forward, backward, left, right, up, down, or even a single step. Under the fist of the Supreme.

The infinite and violent power was wrapped in that fist, and with an extremely domineering posture, it slammed down fiercely. Wherever it passed, the fierce wind howled and the space trembled.

Among the Earth Immortals, many great supernatural beings cast their gazes in this direction, but after seeing this scene, they all shook their heads noncommittally, some sighed, some were disdainful, and some were helpless.

Even if you dominate one side, in the eyes of the Supreme Being, you are still a small character who cannot turn the tide.It is conceivable that after this punch, the overlord who dominated Nanzhan Buzhou for billions of years has become history.

"when!"

There was an incomparably terrifying sound of metal and iron colliding, which was extremely crisp, and a long dagger firmly resisted the punching fist.

This scene was a bit funny, under a fist that covered thousands of miles, on the top of a slender mountain, a figure like an ant held up a long spear, holding the fist.

This is like an ant holding a toothpick, which is inconceivable to stop the trampling of an elephant.

Immediately afterwards, the terrifying energy erupted again, and the fist rolled backwards. Most of the mountain peaks under the Southern True Monarch's feet collapsed directly, turning into the finest dust and flying away.

The two fought against each other, and in the end, it turned out that True Monarch Nanfang suffered a small loss, half of the divine peak protected by mana under his feet collapsed and disappeared, which showed that he was slightly inferior to that supreme one.

But winning or losing is not important, at least not here, the important thing is——

"It really surprised me." The figure in the black mist stopped, and couldn't hide his surprise and said: "Nanfang Zhenjun, you have become the Supreme, or should I call you Southern Supreme now?"

The words of the Supreme in the black mist caused an uproar among the saints in the Earth Immortal Realm. The Southern Supreme, billions of years ago, was only a third-level sub-sage. Seventh Heaven!
Horror!
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, so many saints would be unbelievable.

What kind of talent is this?What kind of opportunity is so profound?
Not only were many saints watching the battle silent, but even the Supreme in the black mist was silent.

This can no longer be described as a genius, I am afraid that only those top innate gods and demons who have not been alive for a long time can overwhelm him.

The supreme being in the black mist was silent for a long time, and seeing the Southern True Monarch also had a serious face, obviously he himself understood the horror of this.

The supreme being in the black mist couldn't help asking: "Fellow Daoist from the south, can I take the liberty to ask, do you have any great opportunities and good luck?"

(End of this chapter)