Chapter 2208 Extreme Humiliation

Fang Yu's mouth curled up, showing a cold smile.

At this moment, in the air all over the Southern Territory.

Many saints felt the terrifying aura erupting from the extreme distance, and stopped their movements, turning their heads to look south.

The location they were looking at was the southern border, the southernmost direction of the Green Sea!

And they all know that the location... is where the Yuhua Gate is located!

"We need instructions from the Holy Lord, should we go to Yuhuamen first to check the situation?" A saint who was on the fourth step of ascending to the fairyland, said to Yunshang Pavilion and asked.

"Continue your actions! Don't pay attention to the feather gate!"

Soon, he got an answer.

It’s just that it’s not the Holy Lord that answered him, but the Holy Lord’s follower, the withered saint.

"...Yes." The saint replied.

When the Holy Lord did not answer, the words spoken by Saint Kurong basically represented the Holy Lord.

Therefore, they continued to act on the command line.

As a result, these saints continued to bombard them indiscriminately, no longer paying attention to the powerful aura emanating from the Green Sea.

"Swish..."

The sage who climbed the fourth step of the fairyland swiftly rushed forward, with both palms out, and constantly bombarding the ground.

Each of his palms would inevitably destroy a radius of more than ten kilometers, and the creatures in it would die instantly.

"Hahaha..."

I have to say that this feeling of killing ants is happier than imagined.

The saint swept all the way and couldn't help laughing.

The **** smell made him feel very excited.

"Crack!"

However, just when the saint wanted to continue to slap a palm, his body suddenly stiffened in the air!

"what is this!?"

The face of the saint changed drastically, and his heart was shocked, thinking that he had encountered an enemy attack, and immediately wanted to release his breath.

"Kakka..."

However, the spiritual energy in his body cannot be released at all!

The whole body is sealed off, there is no room at all!

"Ahhhhh..."

The saint roared, constantly trying to release his breath to break through this bondage.

At this moment, the sky was shining with golden light, falling on him.

The saint's movements were stagnant, and he lifted his head with all his strength to look towards the sky.

Then, he was dumbfounded.

Above his head, there was a mark unexpectedly.

Golden cross sword imprint!

Moreover, it is in a rotating state, like a windmill, shimmering with golden light, and an extremely majestic breath!

"Ahhhhh..."

The saint recovered and struggled again.

But the breath of the fourth step of climbing into the fairyland is actually useless!

Even if he wants to condense the essence pill, he can't do it!

"Holy Lord, I need help!"

The sage couldn't help it anymore, and transmitted his voice to Yunshang Pavilion, shouting for help.

But at the moment, no one responded to him.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, the golden cross sword mark that was spinning in the sky stopped.

The saint looked at the mark in the sky, a little stunned.

Next second.

"call...."

A golden flame burned on the saint's body.

The face, arms, limbs, body... are all covered.

"Noisy..."

The burning of the flame quickly turned the body of the saint into ashes.

"Ahhhhh..."

The saint uttered a terrible cry, convulsing all over.

The magic weapon and clothes on his body were scorched instantly, and his skin was burned.

"Wow!"

And at this moment, another icy blue light fell from the mark, and penetrated into the saint's body from the sky spirit cover.

This is a breath of extreme cold.

"Kakka..."

The meridians in the saint's body were quickly frozen.

This is also extremely painful.

The outside is burning flames, but the inside is frozen...

Ice and fire blend, and the pain doubles!

"Ahhhhh..."

However, neither the flame nor the cold breath could make him die quickly, but tortured alive.

In this area, the saint who was still carrying out the massacre made a terrible cry.

So much so that all the fleeing monks and mortals on the ground ran out and watched the scene.

The body of the saint was burned in the air, this kind of scene... they had never seen it in their lives.

But after regaining their senses, they clapped their hands in applause and were elated!

"Burn him! Burn him!"

"It must be the Xing Ancestor who made the move! Or the head of the Yuhuamen Fang made the move!"

"Hurry up and die! Beast!"

Below are bursts of angry shouts.

"Ahhhh... let me die..."

In the air, the saint was already worse than dead, and his whole body was convulsing.

At this moment, where does he still look like the fourth step of climbing the fairyland?

And this scene not only happened to this saint.

In the air everywhere in the Southern Territory, the more than two hundred saints sent by Zhisheng Pavilion... all ended up the same!

A golden cross sword imprint hung above their heads, and their entire bodies were locked in the air, tortured in the most cruel way!

"Ahhhh...Save me, the Holy Lord, save me..."

"Let me die! Let me die..."

"Ah..."

These saints were tortured to cry and cry, and under the crowd of monks and mortals that they could not kill in the future, their ugliness was exhausted, and their dignity was crushed!

"This cross-sword mark, I seem to have seen it somewhere before..."

"That night, the night when the Great Shadow Demon revived!"

"Yes! That night! Yes, it is the power of Xing Ancestor!"

Many people recognized the golden cross sword mark in the air and shouted loudly. Some even knelt on the ground with tears.

"Noisy..."

In the air, the more than two hundred saints of the Supreme Saint Pavilion are still suffering the most tragic torture.

The flame shrouded in them seemed to deliberately slow down the speed and intensity of the burning.

It only caused them pain, but not so fatal.

Because they are all saints, their physique is blessed by aura, and their vitality is even stronger.

Therefore, the flame has been burning, so that they maintain a clear consciousness, life is better than death!

"The Holy Lord save me, the Holy Lord save me..."

"Help..."

"Kill me, kill me..."

These saints of the Supreme Saint Pavilion were locked in the air, they were on the verge of collapse, and the pain was beyond the reach.

...

Cloud Pavilion.

The old man, that is, the saint Withered Rong, saw this scene, and his whole body was shaking.

Almost, he would also go to the Southern Territory and suffer such pain...

"Wow!"

At this time, the figure of the Holy Lord appeared in front of him.

"Holy Lord, they..."

Saint Kurong immediately knelt down and wanted to report.

"I know!" the holy master said coldly, "has such an ability, but instead of killing them at once, he chooses to torture... Fang Yu is trying to humiliate us? Hehe, I will make him pay for it. ."

"Wow!"

Between the words, the figure of the Holy Lord once again disappeared in place.

The Lord has taken action!

Saint Kurong's face changed, and he left.

The two appeared together in the sky above the Southern Territory.

"You can lock them, and I can unlock them, just wait..." The Holy Lord closed his eyes and merged his palms.

At this moment, his divine consciousness spread out and also enveloped the southern region in a very short time.

"Oh? Coming?"

Above the green sea, Fang Yu's eyes moved slightly, and he saw the two holy masters who suddenly appeared.

"Want to save people?" Fang Yu's mouth curled up, holding the Heavenly Dao Sword in both hands, shaking suddenly.

"boom!"

At this moment, the saints who were locked in mid-air throughout the Southern Territory also shook the golden cross sword marks above their heads.

"boom!"

At this moment, more than two hundred saints locked in the air... their bodies shattered in the air!

Many areas in the Southern Territory rained blood.

At this moment, the more than two hundred saints in the Supreme Saint Pavilion... are all destroyed in an instant!

The aura that belonged to them completely disappeared in the sky above the Southern Territory.

This is almost all the power of the Most Holy Pavilion.

In the high sky of the Southern Territory, the Holy Lord was shocked and his eyes opened.

Before he had time to rescue these men, he witnessed the scenes where these men were instantly killed.

He... was severely humiliated by Fang Yu.

"Humans...I will make you regret it! Make you regret it!"

The holy master suddenly turned his head and stared at the direction of the green sea to the south.

A killing intent burst out of those cyan eyes that could swallow the world!

(End of this chapter)