The trembling earth slowly returned to calm, and the smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

However, the hearts of the crowd were not calm.

Everyone looked at them and saw a terrifying palm print appearing on the ground, while Luo Shenxuan's figure disappeared, leaving only a pool of bright red traces of flesh and blood in the palm print.

Dead.

Luo Shenxuan, a young genius from the Luoshen clan, was slapped to death by Zhou Qing's three palms, just like slapping a fly, and his body was destroyed, leaving only a pool of flesh and blood.

The little red on the ground seemed like a thorn, making everyone's eyes shrink.

Zhou Qing's figure stood proudly in the void, looked down at the bottom, opened his mouth, and spit out four words: "Super your ability."

"Xuan'er!"

At the same time, among the group of people behind the Tomb of Luoshen, an old man suddenly burst into tears. A terrible aura surged in his body, staring at Zhou Qing with a tight look, wishing he could cut Zhou Qing into pieces.

Luo Shenxuan is his descendant, but now he is killed by Zhou Qing's three palms and his body is destroyed.

However, even though he wanted to take action immediately at this moment, he did not dare to take action. If he took action, Xuan Ji Sword Saint would take action. At that time, not only Luo Shenxuan, he would die.

The expressions of Luoshen Tomb and others were also very ugly.

Although Luo Shenxuan is not their direct descendant, he is a rare genius in the younger generation of the Luo Shen clan. He is a genius who has hope to reach the realm of Venerables in the future and a pillar of the Luo Shen clan.

But now, such a pillar of talent died, and was slapped to death like a fly, leaving only a pool of minced meat on the ground. The anger in their hearts can be imagined, but it cannot be done either.

Zhou Qing naturally felt the murderous intent released from Luoshen Tomb and others, but he didn't care. He looked at the young generation of Luoshen below who were still stunned and said coldly: "Who else wants to ask me for advice? Stand up!"

The arrogant and domineering voices resounded in the space, and their faces changed one by one. Although they were frustrated, no one stood up.

"A bunch of waste, there is no quasi-Tianwu, and the first level of Tianwu Realm is OK!"

For Zhou Qing, killing a mere Luo Shenxuan was not hard at all, and he didn't even exert half of his strength.

"Damn it, I'll do it!"

"I'll fight you!"

Suddenly, many people from the Luoshen clan at the first level of the Tianwu Realm stood up and said furiously.

Zhou Qing asked them to stand up just now, but they were already at the Tianwu Realm, so they naturally couldn't stand up because Zhou Qing was just a quasi-Tianwu Realm.

As for other quasi-tian martial arts realms, even Luo Shenxuan was killed by three palms, and these people stood up and just died.

But now Zhou Qing said that the first level of Tianwu Realm is OK, so they naturally can't bear it anymore.

"He is mine!"

But at this moment, an angry shout sounded from a hall deep in the Luoshen clan. Then with a bang, a figure soared into the sky, turning the hall into ruins.

"Swish."

In an instant, the figure appeared in this area. The light dissipated and the crowd could see who it was.

The God of Luo River North Sea!

"I tell you who it is? It turns out that it is your defeated general." Zhou Qing looked at Luo Shen Beihai, his eyes narrowed, and then said with disdain.

"In the past, in the Nine Nether Realm, if I hadn't wanted to seize Wu Yun, how could you have escaped by chance? And in Peacock Villa, if it weren't for Liu Jingxiao's plea for you, you would have died. In the assessment of the Holy Palace, you kept belittling me to raise yourself, but you couldn't even step on the sixth level of heaven. You were a useless person, thinking that if you broke through to the Tianwu Realm, you would be qualified to stand in front of me!"

Zhou Qing's words were like a sharp blade inserted into the heart of Luoshen Beihai, making his breathing become rapid. His eyes were staring at Zhou Qing, and the Eight Dragon Scalper in his hand pointed at Zhou Qing, and he said coldly: "Fight!"

As soon as a word came out, a cold storm suddenly roared around the Luoshen North Sea, setting off his aura of unparalleled power.

Everything Zhou Qing said was an incomparable shame to him, and only with Zhou Qing's blood could it be washed away.

"You are not qualified to fight me!" Zhou Qing said disdainfully.

"kill!"

The cold murderous intent swept across the world. The Luoshen Beihai suddenly took action, and the terrifying Eight Dragon Sprouts slashed out. The space was broken, and the terrifying killing power surged and rushed towards Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing said he was not qualified, so he took action directly and forced Zhou Qing to fight him.

"Get out!"

A cold light flashed in Zhou Qing's eyes, and he shouted loudly. The power of the Buddha and demon flowed endlessly, and he punched out, and the air rolled back. The terrible fist light crushed the void, invincible and killing everything.

"Boom!"

A shocking explosion was transmitted, and dazzling light waves continued to spread out. As the storm surged, two figures swept out from the storm.

"kill!"

But the next moment, the Luo Shen Beihai once again held a halberd and killed him. The terrible power flowed around him. Under the halberd, the power of the great power of heaven and earth was contained in it. The space trembled, and the light of the halberd broke through the air like lightning, which was extremely terrifying.

The North Sea of ​​Luoshen was originally at the first level of the Tianwu Realm. He held the top-grade treasure weapon Eight Dragon Sphur. He was also the leader of the younger generation of Luoshen. After being baptized by blood, he became stronger. The power of the halberd could kill people in the same realm.

Zhou Qing's pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt a strong danger. With his palm moving, the general trend of heaven and earth also gathered in his palm and slapped it out with a palm.

"The Demon Seal of the Wutian Buddha!"

A terrible palm print of a thousand-meter-sized size condensed in the void, scattering a lawless power of Buddha and demon. The great momentum of heaven and earth is contained in it. Wherever it passes, the air explodes, forming a vacuum zone.

"Boom..."

Two terrible offensives collided in mid-air, like Mars hitting the earth, and the roaring sound was endless. The storm roared out like a huge wave, making people frightened.

"Kill the halberd!"

A cold voice sounded from the storm.

The next moment, everyone saw a terrifying phantom of the Eight Dragon Sphere appeared above the sky, which was about a thousand meters in size, running across the void, and a terrible aura burst out from it.

"Boom!"

The space shattered in an instant, and the Eight Dragon Sphurs broke out of the air and disappeared in the storm. Suddenly, the storm was shattered, and the next moment was like a mirror.

At the same time, a figure flew back thousands of feet away, and blood appeared in the space.

"Dong!"

Zhou Qing stomped the void suddenly, and the terrifying force rushed into the space. Suddenly the space under his feet rippled, as if it was about to break, and then he stopped his body.

Zhou Qing looked up and saw the figure of Luo Shen Beihai appearing in the storm, holding the Eight Dragon Sphur, with a shocking momentum on his body and an unparalleled look on his face.

"What a great treasure!"

Zhou Qing's eyes shrank, and he looked at the Eight Dragon Sprouts. The Eight Dragon Sprouts just now broke his Buddha and demon body, leaving a terrible injury.

The best treasure utensil is definitely the best treasure utensil!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!