The Bailiantai spread out in a deserted forbidden area and the original thunder punishment was in a mess, but the ancient palace on the hanging island platform did not collapse, but instead released a faint rune of time.

The middle-aged man wearing a cloak looked at the surviving disciples of Wangtianhai Pavilion in the square, and his calmness and indifference in his eyes even made people feel cold.

Seeing the deep-seated fellow disciples, who were pulled out to kill by the powerful men of the Southern Ming Dynasty, some low-level disciples of Wangtianhai Pavilion who still had consciousness even trembled with fear.

As a super sect, the disciples of Wangtianhai Pavilion probably never thought that one day the sect would be destroyed like a destruction, and their own lives depend on others' thoughts.

When facing death, even the monk who has lived for a long time still feels like he is breathless.

He Nanming did not give a reason for the execution of many monks in Wangtianhai Pavilion in succession. Even though the square became quiet at this time, the atmosphere was still suffocating.

After the powerful monks of Wangtianhai Pavilion were killed, the bodies were piled into small corpse mountains outside the square, with broken limbs and broken arms and sticky blood shockingly.

"Let's imprison the remaining people for the time being."

He Nanming spoke lightly, his face exuded a cold and ruthless calmness, as if he didn't need the prisoners of war from Wangtianhai Pavilion at all.

"Slim Magic Seal!"

An old man with a slightly thin and gloomy hand formed seals with his hands. When hundreds of seals bloomed out, his hands rushed out towards the remaining disciples of Wangtianhai Pavilion in the square, countless sharp dark chains shot out from the hazy magic seal.

"Puff! Puff! Puff~~~"

Some of the monks of Wangtianhai Pavilion who were shot by the chains were fixed on the ground, while some of their bodies were taken to fly. Even Chen Feng was not spared, and his right chest and legs were chained through them.

A few monks who still have the strength to dodge the dark sharp chains were chased by the extremely spiritual chains, and their bodies were penetrated by strands of dark chains. They died immediately and could not die again.

"Damn it, he is such a ruthless person. Compared with He Nanming, the little thing I did was just a small fuss!" Chen Feng used Mi Fangzhi to restrain his own breath and try his best to make the power of ** empty, which seemed no different from ordinary people.

"He Zu, I caught a few more strange guys..."

Ten powerful people from the Southern Ming Dynasty's life and death realm, brought Mao San and others who were captured to Bailiantai.

"Bang~~~"

A strong man with a very heavy aura kicked Mao San and ate his shit with one kick and fell on the square, obviously he was very prejudiced to him.

Mao San, who suffered a loss, was a little embarrassed, but he seemed to be about to get violent and violent, and looked at the strong man who kicked him down.

If the eyes could kill people, I'm afraid the strong man would be staring at Mao San and died several times.

"Are you a junior from the Wu family? Is Wu Zu okay in recent years?"

He Nanming recognized Wu Mofei's bloodline just by looking at her.

"The ancestor of the family is very good. Sometimes he will mention your friendship with us juniors." Wu Mofei, who was unscathed, respectfully greeted the middle-aged man in the cloak with a happier look, and his delicate face was faintly calm.

"It's really amazing. I didn't expect that the Wangtianhai Pavilion would gather so many young generations with extraordinary talents!" He Nanming looked at Huang Wenji, who was also severely injured. The smile contained in his eyes even made the latter's heart tighten.

"Boom~~~"

The strong man who felt Mao San's fierce gaze flashed and kicked his body at his fat body, kicking his body directly on the pillar of the five people in Bailian Palace who could not hold together.

Mao San, who was unable to remove the powerful power of the middle-aged man, even trembled on the pillar of the supporting hall and could not fall, and a mouthful of blood mist was sprayed out on the spot.

"Young man, the era of your ruthlessness has not arrived yet. If you can't recognize the situation, you're afraid you will suffer." He Nanming smiled at Mao San who was kicked against the pillar.

"Since your Southern Ming Dynasty has won, why bother to be in power and not forgive others..." Even in such a dilemma, Huang Wenji was still unwilling to bow his head.

"You are from the Emperor's clan of the Central Plains Spirit Realm. Do you think your family background is prominent, so I dare not kill you?" He Nanming slowly reached out to Huang Wenji and shot him, causing the space he was in to suddenly shrink.

The irresistible intention of hundreds of disasters was directly suppressed by Huang Wenji's figure.

"Bang~~~"

In the eyes of outsiders, Huang Wen's extremely difficult-to-control figure almost automatically hit He Nanming's big hand, and his neck was quickly grabbed.

The surging lightning continued to flow towards his entire body along He Nanming's big hand that pinched Huang Wenji's neck.

“Ah~~~”

Huang Wenji, who could not bear the thunder of the catastrophe, opened his mouth and whined, and his flesh and blood body suddenly twisted like a clutter.

"Even if the Emperor God Ancestor comes in person, he may not be able to do anything to me!"

Until the golden thunder that was flowing from Huang Wenji's body was retracted from He Nanming's hands, the surface of his body had turned into black like coke, and was sluggishly emitting smoke at the feet of the middle-aged man.

Seeing He Nanming easily open the imperial literary eclipse, some monks from Wangtianhai Pavilion who still have consciousness even felt like a middle-aged man with a cloak who was tall and regarded the weak as an ant.

"If I hadn't been disturbed by opening the Domain Gate, there would be room for you to show off your power here..." Huang Wenji hated He Nanming in front of him at this time, but he didn't even have the chance to look up and look at him.

"Old ancestor, you are here too quickly, don't wait for Nian'er..."

Just when some captured monks from Wangtianhai Pavilion were desperate, a big-faced girl with acid in her mouth had already run to the square clumsyly.

Compared with the figure of the big-faced girl, her head looks quite huge, and her big mouth with acid liquid makes her look extremely ugly.

"Si~~~"

What is a little shocking is that the acid dripping from the mouth of a big-faced girl can even corrode the rocking stone floor of the square, which is difficult to shake even if the disaster is difficult to shake.

"Nian Shi, be hungry. The ancestor has prepared a lot of food for you!" The calm and cold He Nanming rarely showed a loving smile to the big-faced girl.

"Old ancestor, can you really eat it casually?"

Although the big-faced girl is extremely ugly, her mouth with acidic liquid has a faint sense of timidity.

When he found that the big-faced girl looked at Lao Gao's body, her blood-filled eyes, and even couldn't bear it, He Nanming just smiled and nodded in front of the crowd of prisoners of war in Wangtianhai Pavilion.

With the consent of the middle-aged man in the cloak, the big-faced girl almost couldn't wait to run to the pile of corpses. She picked up a piece of her severity and stuffed it into her mouth, as if she was very hungry.

I noticed that a piece of arm was corroded by acidic liquid in the girl's big mouth. I even pulled out the fleshy tendons and silks. A few monks from Wangtianhai Pavilion who were penetrated by chains were frightened and even felt a sense of disgust.

The sizzling sound of eating was extremely numb in the square. The big-faced girl seemed to be unaware of it. She was eating happily.

Feeling He Nanming's seemingly unintentional gaze, Chen Feng, who felt a little uncomfortable, couldn't help but think in his heart that it was broken.

At this time, Chen Feng didn't care about secretly complaining and sighing that there were all kinds of players.

Seeing He Nanming's attention, Chen Feng even began to wail secretly. His breath had obviously restrained and changed very well, but he was still discovered.

"Not bad. I didn't expect that there were people who wanted to pass the test under my nose. If you hadn't been penetrated by the fiber demon chain, I really wouldn't have noticed you!" He Nanming looked at Chen Feng who was lying on the ground and pretending to be injured and said with a smile.

"Has you discovered? Then there is nothing you can do!"

Chen Feng was filled with a dry and wild aura, and he actually got rid of the dark chains through the body. Even the wound began to recover gradually in the surging light.

"The immortal body is quite good. If you weren't too cautious and sealed your own essence and blood, you might have really avoided it." He Nanming did not attack immediately, but watched the changes in Chen Feng's wrinkled body and appearance.

As if stained by the disaster, Chen Feng, who had withered and old, gradually closed his black air on his right wrist. At the same time, Ruan Yun, wearing a blood-colored longevity ginseng black robe, was also released from the withered bracelet.

"A damn..."

After his perception recovered and discovering the situation outside the Bailian rooftop, Ruan Yun had already understood the reason why Chen Feng let her go, and she couldn't help but secretly scold him for being shameless.

"Huang Wenji, Mao San, are you two still alive? If you are alive, just say a word. Our small group is now facing the most dangerous challenge. We must unite and let go of our arms and fight." Chen Feng looked inspiration, as if he wanted to use all the power that could be gathered to compete with such an unshakable powerful as He Nanming.

"Is it that I want to push us to die so that I can create a chance for you to escape?"

Huang Wenji, who fell to the ground in a sluggish manner, flowing his aurora, dispersing his charred body, and then turned into a cloud of clouds and retreated in front of He Nanming, and wriggling again into an aurora figure.

"No matter what your idea is, I must kill that strong man. No, I will make him worse than death..." Mao San, who was kicked against the pillar of the Bailian Palace, had a treasure rune blooming, and even his sunken belly gradually rose up like an inflatable.

"With our strength, it is probably a great disaster to fight against these powerful men of the Southern Ming Dynasty..." Jiang Tianlang, who was torn apart by the hat and was a little injured, sighed, but he still acted like a big brother, released his ancient breath and fighting spirit, and stood on the side of Huang Wenji and the others.

"Mushroom head, Ruan Yun, it depends on you now. After all, we have acquaintance. I promise to use some means to let these guys see. Since the Wangtianhai Pavilion has been destroyed by the Lord, there are many balls in the Southern Ming Dynasty." Chen Feng let go of his heavy breath, and the wrinkled bracelet on his right wrist had emerged.

"I'm afraid we will all be killed by you. If everyone dies, will you remember that so many people have fought for you?" Ruan Yun glared at Chen Feng fiercely, and her clenched fist slowly exuded the horn light of the cracked sky.

"Although we have known each other for a long time, we are wary of each other. Today's situation is so dangerous. Why don't you try and believe each other? I will definitely fight to the death." Chen Feng opened his mouth and spit out a small black knife, making a stance of swearing to resist to the death.

The mushroom-headed girl Wu Mofei looked at Chen Feng, then looked at Huang Wenji and Mao San again, as if she was extremely repulsive of these three vicious people, while Ruan Yun and Jiang Tianlang were different.

"There is no need to pretend to be tough in front of me. You should know that it is more than enough to kill you with my own strength. If you really have the means, you won't wait for the original to come and do nothing." He Nanming clenched his fists slightly with a crackling lightning, which was obviously not the master of the general.

"Wait ~~ Maybe we can talk about it..."

Chen Feng's threats could not help but make Huang Wenji and Mao San gritted their teeth with hatred.

"Do you all have some strength? You are pretty good at pretending, but unfortunately, you met me today, and now I can give you a chance. If you are willing to marry Nianshi, I will..." In front of everyone, He Nanming threw out a temptation.

Before He Nanming finished speaking, Mao San licked his big belly and interrupted him: "I am willing to marry her..."

"Haha~~~Little fat man, although your skin is quite thick, I didn't say anything to you, so naturally I won't wrap you up." He Nanming's smile made Mao San's little eyes unable to help but feel a little desperate.

Looking at the big-faced girl with greasy and blood on her face, she stopped while eating happily and looked at her. Chen Feng swallowed his saliva with a chill, pressing the feeling of discomfort.

"He Nanming, you'd better be more restrained and don't think you've already won the game." Huang Wenji looked arrogant and looked extremely arrogant.

"If there was no Emperor God, would you dare say such things?"

He Nanming smiled and looked at the aurora aurora avulture in Huang Wenji's hand.

"Damn. Huang Wenji and Wu Mofei are both good at competing for their ancestors. What should I do now? Even if I let go of all my methods, I may not be He Nanming's opponent..." Although Chen Feng was calm on the surface, he was already extremely anxious.

Facing the middle-aged man in the cloak, Chen Feng felt a sense of danger different from Su Yueer.

Especially when He Nanming was staring at him, Chen Feng even developed a sense of crisis between life and death.

"I don't even know this lady yet. I'm afraid it's a bit difficult to marry her now. Why not be a friend and talk about it first..." Chen Feng looked at He Nanming, then suppressed the discomfort, secretly looked at the big-faced girl, and said dryly.

"Boom~~~"

A faint lightning flashed, and before Chen Feng could sense and follow He Nanming's actions, he felt as if he was hit hard in front of him.
To be continued...