Looking along the three Doumen monks, you can see that Liu Zhengyang and the other three were still looking down at them, smiling at them. The scene was terrifying no matter how you looked at it, because the three Doumen monks felt that they looked like fish on the chopping board.

Of course, they are already people who will surely die.

There is actually no difference between them whether they die or not.

They just couldn't accept that Liu Zhengyang and others were still intact.

They have burned the origin of life, burst out all their power, and even their vitality has been cut off. But even so, they cannot really hurt... No! To be precise, they can't even hurt a hair from Liu Zhengyang and the other three!

Too much, right?

"You guys just now are self-destructive?" Liu Zhengyang sighed: "It's such an old-fashioned but effective trick. Every time you see someone use it, it feels very tragic. It's a pity that even if you have already given everything, you can only die in vain and can't change anything."

Zhong Qinglei gloated and said, "Liu Zhengyang, it's wrong for you to say this. How can you say that they can't change anything? In your words, they are in Cao's camp and are in the heart of Han. They would rather sacrifice themselves to blow up a large group of Doumen's monks and weaken the Doumen's strength."

The leader of Panmen looked towards Heyin City and said with gratitude: "It's so pitiful. There are so many monks in Heyin City, and there should be many innocent children inside. As a result, they were blown to pieces in the ashes if they didn't know what happened. Douben wanted to take a breath, but they didn't know how long it would take."

All three monks from the Doumen were so angry that they were very angry.

If they hadn't had it been completely exhausted, they would have probably gotten up and fought with the leader of Panmen.

But after being too angry, they calmed down instead.

Maybe it’s useless to know that no matter how angry you are, it’s useless.

One of the monks from Doumen suddenly asked, "I want to ask the last question, what's going on with your unshakable defense?"

There is no doubt that Liu Zhengyang and others could persevere through three Doumen monks who exploded, which was the gray light curtain.

That is, the power from the power of the altar.

Zhong Qinglei and the leader of Pan Sect felt that their physical strength was increasing, and this was also because of this.

However, Liu Zhengyang obviously could not tell his secret.

He said in a state of anger that he was not worthy of his life: "You go to hell and ask the King of Hell, you will know."

The three monks from Doumen did not speak anymore.

When a breeze slowly blew, the completely dead bodies of the three of them were like a pile of loose yellow sand, completely dissipating with the wind and disappearing without a trace. Seeing that the three monks from the Doumen were completely gone, Liu Zhengyang and others did not waste time and slowly embarked on the journey back.

"Liu Zhengyang, can you tell me how far you have developed the altar to?" On the way back, Zhong Qinglei said excitedly and inexplicably: "You have developed this trick sneakily, but you didn't tell us, do you know how we feel?"

"Altar? What's going on?" asked the leader of Panmen Sect: "Did the gray power that protected us just now come from the so-called altar? What kind of existence does that exist? Why can the altar make us so powerful? And where is that altar?"
Chapter completed!