"Hehe...hehe...sonic attacks are useless to our soul clan!" The majestic voice gradually became darker, and it seemed that it was useless to suffer any damage.

Everyone on both sides of the field stopped and looked at a figure that turned from virtual to real from the portal, with horror in his eyes.

This is a monster covered in black mist, with a figure similar to that of a human, but its face is purely black. It is impossible to see its true appearance, and it is impossible to infer its age. Its hair and head are blended, and occasionally there is a sticky liquid that emits a fishy smell.

Sha Yue, the only female participant in the Phantom Clan, covered her mouth with a pale face, turned around and started to vomit.

ugly!

This was the first impression the monster gave to everyone present. The Beast King and others were disgusted and wanted to vomit, but they were not surprised on their faces. They must have known that the other party was like this.

Tang Lan frowned and looked at the monster that was so disgusting that it was so disgusting that he wanted to vomit. He said indifferently: "Soul Clan? I don't care what kind of clan you are. Have you scared my young woman? Tell me, are you going to break it yourself or let me take action yourself?"

"Hmph, this soul envoy has entered the ranks of gods. By the way, the god level is the so-called leader level on your continent. Although you have stepped into the god level with one foot, do you really think you can beat this soul envoy?" The monster didn't see him open his mouth, but everyone could hear his voice.

God-level! Alliance leader level!

Everyone looked at the monster in horror. He had reached the legendary level of leader?

But in a blink of an eye, everyone focused their attention on Tang Lan and stepped into the god level with one foot. Oh my God, although everyone had known that the young master was very powerful, they didn't expect that he would become a quasi-leader-level strongman in just over a dozen years. You must know that he was only less than seventeen years old, even if he started practicing from his mother's womb, he wouldn't be so strong, right?

Moreover, his real practice time is probably not more than ten years. After all, all the cultivators on the mainland only start practicing after they are seven years old. Before the age of seven, the crystal core in his body has not yet grown to the extreme. At this time, cultivation will definitely affect the growth of the crystal core.

In other words, it took him less than ten years to become a quasi-god-level powerhouse.

What if he was given ten or twenty years? What kind of existence would he become? Everyone could no longer think about it, because all this exceeded their cognition. But when they thought of the prophecies of their ancestors and their faith in God, everyone slowly calmed down. Those who could make the gods choose as messengers and spend a lot of effort to prophes seemed to be so outstanding, even if they were god-level powerhouses now, it would be difficult for them to surprise them again.

Thinking of this, most people turned their eyes to Sha Yue and sighed in their hearts: "This Phantom Clan is really lucky and can actually win the favor of the God Envoy. It would be great if we had such luck." But they had to admit that a beautiful woman like Sha Yue is really one in millions or even one in millions, and is definitely an impeccable existence. They can only secretly envy her in their hearts.

As for the soul envoy, they are not worried. They believe that the messenger must have a way to deal with the other party. If the messenger has no choice, they will be surprised.

The fanatical belief made them believe from the heart that Tang Lan is omnipotent, otherwise the Lord God would never choose him to be the messenger of God.

If Tang Lan knew what they were thinking, she would probably vomit blood with depression. How much does this messenger's identity and strength have? Is the messenger omnipotent? At least Tang Lan would not be so arrogant that she thought she was invincible in the world, and the monster in front of her who called herself the soul envoy was an extremely difficult monster.

The soul envoy smiled, and a round cap intertwined with blood and blue slowly appeared on his head. A black light flashed in his hand, and a sickle flashed with a black light appeared in his hand. Although he was confident that he could kill Tang Lan, as he had countless combat experience, he would not underestimate any enemy. He spit out his scarlet tongue and licked the blade of the sickle. His tongue was cut into a small mouth. The smelly blood left strange marks on the black sickle, which was very terrifying.

Tang Lan didn't know what the other party was doing, but he still understood the principle of starting to take the initiative, not to mention that the soul envoy's own cultivation is better than his, so he had to use this next move.

The naked fist suddenly clenched, and the air between his fingers was driven out of his palm within ten thousandth of a second. A violent air explosion sounded, but the small-scale space of collapse caused by the air explosion was frightening. Just pinching the fist caused such a great power, how violent would it be for him to strike with all his strength?

As if he had guessed everyone's thoughts, Tang Lan stared at the Soul Envoy indifferently, moved her feet slightly, and her figure slowly walked towards the Soul Envoy step by step. Although it was in the air, it was like walking on the ground. The relaxed and freehand look made people no doubt that he was walking on the ground. This alone was something that no one present could do.

While walking, Tang Lan's fist slowly lifted up. When his figure was only ten meters away from the Soul Envoy, his fist was already level with his chest.

Huh!

Balong Fist!

A dull shout came out of his throat. The space seemed to be solidified by the sound. His fist suddenly hit at a speed that was elusive to the naked eye. A fist force composed of the colorful flames popped out from his fist and shot towards the soul in the blink of an eye. The space around him gradually shattered under the fist force, and terrifying space cracks gradually formed, and terrifying suction and pulling forces continued to be emitted, causing countless people present to fly backwards directly.

The powerful man on the other plane was a little unlucky. He was injured by Tang Lan's lion roar sound wave skills before, and now he was lying on the ground half-dead. It seemed extremely difficult to move a step. However, when they encountered the space crack created by the Balong Fist, they couldn't even hide it. They could only watch their bodies being pulled into the dense space crack by a powerful tearing force, and were dismembered in a blink of an eye.

Bloody, manic, domineering!

This is the feeling that the Balong Fist gives people, and it is also the meaning that Tang Lan gave to Balong Fist at this moment.

However, no one was relieved because they knew that Tang Lan's attack was far from over. The real target of the boxing force of the Balong Fist was the soul envoy. The death of these alien-planeted powerful men was just a product. It can be said that they were just bearing the rest of the boxing force. The truly powerful back move was still on the boxing force.

The soul envoy naturally noticed Tang Lan's every move. He didn't care about the life and death of humans in the alien plane below. He died, and it seemed as simple as a dog dying.

Faced with this sudden overbearing force of the domineering fist, the soul envoy did not dare to neglect anything, and secretly raised Tang Lan's attention to it several steps again. The power contained in this punch has exceeded the limit of the Great Perfection, that is, the strong man in the Holy Realm, it is no exaggeration to say that even a strong man who has just entered the god level cannot launch such a powerful attack.

Although he is also a god-level lower-level strongman, he once had the strength to surpass the god-level. But when he woke up again after thousands of years, his cultivation had already declined to the god-level lower-level lower-level strongman. Even so, it was not comparable to ordinary god-level lower-level strongman. Even the middle-level strongman could not think of getting better in his hands. As a strongman who once dominated the side, he did have this confidence.

Now facing the boy's full-strength attack, he actually felt a trembling feeling.

This attack has reached the peak of the lower level of the god level with an absolute blow. Even if he is careful, he has to deal with it. If he is careless, he may be seriously injured. Of course, if he does not care about the dignity and face of the strong, he can teleport directly, but this is tantamount to admitting that he is not as good as the other party, which is something he cannot accept.

The Scythe of Death!

A dark black light flashed across his eyes, and the black fog in his body suddenly spiraled like a typhoon. The sickle in his hand kept flashing with a dark and scented aura like the god of death. A power of the Domine Dragon Fist that was comparable to Tang Lan was gradually generated on the sickle, and it reached its limit in an instant. The power contained in the sickle at this time was even better than the boxing force of the Domine Dragon Fist.

"boom!"

The two forces collided rapidly, forming a powerful storm and swept towards the surroundings.

Everyone hurriedly exited the storm at the fastest speed in this life. The protagonist of the space was torn a hole more than ten feet long, revealing its sharp fangs like a monster who chose to eat.

The ground also trembled violently because it was under a strong force.

Huge cracks, six or seven feet long and nearly one meter wide, continued to appear on the ground, and the dust in the sky gradually hid the figures of the two, but the two faint figures in the center of the storm had never moved even half a step from beginning to end, allowing the space cracks that were enough to tear the Great Perfection power to continuously sweep through them.
Chapter completed!