Soul Emperor Martial God

Click... Click... Click...

In the center of the emptiness and sacred place, the Master of the Wind Palace kept making handprints one by one.

The transparent crack became more violent and obvious.

The black wind was still, and the clicking sound continued, a kind of suppressed to the extreme, as if it would explode in an instant, and a heavy breath that was about to come by wind and rain, instantly filled the surroundings.

Everyone stared at the front closely, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Even Xiao Yi has a solemn expression on his face.

He didn't know how to describe this feeling, he just felt uncomfortable.

It seemed that some ancient and powerful aura was pressing on the whole body.

With his current strength, he felt as small as an ant in front of this breath.

"Huh." Xiao Yi took a deep breath and calmed down.

He knew that the aura that oppresses the audience now originates from the center of the empty holy place in front, which is the position of the Master of Wind Palace.

"Something's wrong." Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"What's the deacon?" Lu Zheng asked in a low voice.

Xiao Yi said solemnly, "The Master of the Wind Palace seems to be forcibly opening the secret realm."

"Isn't this empty and sacred place owned by Fengsha Temple? The Master of the Wind Temple should be able to open it easily."

Any secret realm, or subspace, is left by the power of the predecessors.

Since these predecessors left these secret realms specially, they have their own uses.

Most of the usefulness is to take care of future generations or descendants of warriors.

Therefore, these younger generations have a very easy way to enter the secret realm; in other words, they have the ‘key’ to the secret realm.

Like Fengxu mystery, Princess Fengxu took everyone into it with ease.

Another example is the Secret Realm of Leigang, the former Fenglei royal family, which controls the treasure of free entry and exit.

But now, the situation of the Master of Guanfeng Temple seems a bit bad.

Xiao Yi has been watching solemnly.

At the moment, the master of the Wind Palace, the handprints made one by one in his hand, at first seemed to fit the broken cracks.

Gradually, these handprints suddenly changed.

Xiao Yi couldn't understand these handprints, but he could feel that these handprints began to collide with the broken cracks.

If the guess is not wrong, the Master of the Wind Palace is planning to forcibly bombard the subspace barrier of the emptied holy land, and only then will there be more and more violent cracks.

It was also because of the ‘clash’ between the Master of the Wind Palace and the subspace barrier, the collision of the two powerful auras, that gave rise to the heavy aura that suppresses the audience.

"Deacon, don't you know?" Lu Zheng looked at Xiao Yi in amazement.

This stunned expression has appeared several times.

"Should I know?" Xiao Yi frowned.

Lu Zheng wanted to say something, suddenly, "Uh..."

Lu Zheng looked uncomfortable for a while.

The oppressive momentum around him suddenly increased.

Xiao Yi took a step and stood in front of Lu Zheng and the others, easily stopping the oppressive momentum.

He doesn't even need to release his aura, he can easily block it with physical strength alone.

At the forefront, a group of powerful celestial realms who were in the spectator stand before released their aura, blocking the increased aura in an instant.

The warriors just breathed a sigh of relief.

"Deacon, you are really strong." Lu Zheng looked at Xiao Yi in surprise.

He clearly saw that Xiao Yi's reaction speed just now was faster than those of the celestial realm.

It is also easier to resist these momentums.

"Tell me what's going on first." Xiao Yi said softly.

Lu Zheng smiled lightly, "Deacon, the wind envoys and warriors of the major branches of the Tianfengsha Temple a few days ago, weren't they all looking for something?"

"In order to find this thing, I even asked our Shura Temple for assistance."

"That token?" Xiao Yi frowned.

"Yes." Lu Zheng replied, "but I don't know exactly what's going on."

"I only know that the key lies in this token."

"Token, inherited from Fengsha Temple itself."

"Without this token, the Master of the Wind Palace can only forcefully open the subspace leading to the Holy Land."

"So that's it." Xiao Yi suddenly.

The oppressive aura around him still exists, and it continues to rise at an alarming rate.

In the center of the front, the Master of the Wind Palace is still making handprints one by one.

On the old face, sweat even began to appear.

A man with such a monstrous cultivation level as the Master of the Wind Palace, he gritted his teeth and his face became pale.

"Break it for me."

The old voice of the Master of the Wind Palace resounded through the audience suddenly.

The sound, like Ruohong Zhong, rushed straight into the sky.

An old but powerful palm was shot out fiercely.

Suddenly, the might of heaven and earth descended from the sky.

"Broken." He shouted again.

The palm of the wind palace master suddenly turned into countless palm shadows.

The palm shadow is mysterious and unpredictable, changing like a gust of wind and a hurricane.

Under each palm, it seems to be the ultimate use of wind-based martial arts.

After a few seconds, the crack in the air suddenly expanded.

"Just now, go in." The Master of the Wind Palace shouted.

Eight people with quotas, including the Great Prince, Sixth Prince, Qin Hongyi, and Sect Master of Kuanglan, instantly came to the Master of the Wind Palace.

Among the eight people, in addition to Feng Xing, the other seven hesitated looking at the huge crack.

Whoosh... Li Fengxing first entered the huge rift without hesitation and disappeared in place.

On the other side, in the distance, Xiao Yi couldn't help being shocked as he watched the changes in the palm of the Master of the Wind Palace.

He clearly felt that the Master of the Wind Palace contained a variety of martial arts powers in his palm.

As far as he knows, the power of martial arts cannot be superimposed.

The power of martial arts, as the power of heaven and earth, is extremely powerful.

This is a sign of a strong person in the extreme realm, and it is also the reason for having extremely strong strength.

But the Master of the Wind Palace just now obviously relied on the fusion of these multiple martial arts to forcefully suppress the crack and expand it.

Moreover, under the multiple martial arts powers, the levels are distinct and are used to the extreme.

Xiao Yi couldn't imagine how strong the Wind Palace Master was.

At this time, in the center of the sacred place of emptiness, Li Fengxing, Sect Master of Kuanglan and others entered one by one.

Under the huge crack, an annihilation aura was extremely devastating.

At the same time, Xiao Yi's expression suddenly changed.

The Qiankun Ring in his hand was actually a flash of light.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi looked at the Qiankun Ring in his hand, the light on the Qiankun Ring had disappeared.

However, in Qiankun Ring, an inexplicable force is stirring.

Xiao Yi frowned, held his hands, and then walked away slowly.

"Deacon, where are you going?" Lu Zheng asked.

"Go and do something." Xiao Yi answered casually, and then disappeared silently.

"This..." Lu Zheng was taken aback.

On the other side, the central area of ​​the empty holy land.

Li Fengxing and other 8 people have all entered the huge rift.

"Receive." The Master of the Palace of Wind yelled and retracted his palm.

The crack in the air disappeared instantly.

"Huh." The Master of the Palace of Wind took a deep breath and calmed down the breath in the body.

"Hallmaster." Several celestial realm powerhouses rushed to the side of the sub-hall master.

These people were originally strong players in the spectator stand before, but were the several sub-masters of the Fengsha Temple.

"I'm fine." The Master of the Wind Palace shook his head, "It's just a pity."

"Within the Holy Land, we have the precious inheritance of my Fengsha Temple through generations."

"If I can retrieve that token earlier, I can easily open the space leading to the Holy Land and send a large number of Tianjiao into it."

"Now, I am alone in forcibly opening the space, only 8 of them can enter."

"The countless precious inheritances cannot be obtained by Fengxing 8 alone."

"Hallmaster, we have tried our best to find that token." Several sub-hosts sighed beside him.

"It's just that I don't have a clue at all."

The Master of the Wind Temple nodded, thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "That token was kept by a saint in the Wind Brave Temple."

"It's just that the bizarre disappearance of this saint caused the token to be lost as well."

"I checked the files and records. The saint seemed to have gone to Fengxu Kingdom back then and disappeared."

The Master of the Wind Palace paused, and said, "This meeting has happened, go to Fengxu Kingdom to check."

"If I didn't guess wrong, it should be in the Fengxu Secret Realm."

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