Chapter 1782: Terrifying Domain

.. , back to earth as a magic stick

Soon, the gray was like a plague, quickly spreading to the surroundings, no matter whether it was a person or an object, after touching that area, they all turned gray, without any color at all.

"What the hell is this?"

A group of monks saw that their entire body had lost color, and endless fear could not help but appear on their faces.

Soon, they discovered to their horror that the power in their bodies had completely disappeared, and their bodies were as fragile as paper. Every time they moved, they would consume a considerable amount of energy, and they began to pant after a few moves.

"I can't imagine...is this the realm of the Devil Emperor?"

Li Gong looked at his pale arm, and poked his nails a little, and he was able to pierce his skin that even magic soldiers couldn't break through!

"Not only has all the strength disappeared, but even my own body has become weaker than ordinary people..."

"With my current state, I'm afraid even a monk in the gas-gathering state can kill me!"

Li Gong's heart became more and more shocked, and endless fear appeared in the eyes looking at Zhang Ziling.

I am afraid that he is not the only one who lost his cultivation. All the people who turned gray lost their cultivation and became the weakest ordinary people.

Feeling quite bad, Li Gong hurriedly surrounded him with a group of disciples who were not resting!

Now that he is in this state, I am afraid that a random knife can stab him to death!

After Li Gong began to ask the disciples around him to protect him, the big bosses of other forces also reacted one after another, and asked the disciples to surround him, for fear that he would be assassinated.

However, there are still some unlucky monks who offended too many enemies in the past, and no one dared to provoke them because of their strength, but now everyone has become ordinary people, and soon high-level monks were beheaded by low-level monks Condition.

And the emperor-level powerhouses of the lower realm who had been hiding in various places in Antarctic City before also united at this moment to assassinate the leaders or high-ranking monks of the major forces one after another.

The emperor-level powerhouses in the lower realm basically cultivated from the lowest level to the highest level. Even if their bodies become weak and their strength is gone, they have mastered martial arts techniques and have extremely rich combat experience!

The high-level monks in the Antarctic Sky basically cultivated smoothly, and they basically relied on powerful skills and martial arts to fight against the enemy.

In close combat, there is no experience at all.

Even those Daoist priests who besieged a lower realm emperor rank powerhouse were still no match for those emperor rank powerhouses.

Gray blood splattered, and the space was filled with mournful wailing.

The leaders of those large forces were all frightened, and they all shrank in the protective circle of their disciples.

Fortunately, those emperor-level powerhouses from the lower realm did not rush into the crowd, but hunted and killed the single monks outside, which made the big brothers feel quite comforted.

As a result, those strong men who were singled out cried and begged the big forces to take them in, and even promised many benefits.

Later, the leaders of the major forces began to sit on the ground and raise prices. The monks who did not pay enough benefits would be driven out of the encirclement, and be ruthlessly beheaded by the emperor-level monks in the lower realm.

Antarctic City became chaotic, while Zhang Ziling's surroundings fell into deathly silence.

Zhang Ziling was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the magic flame was burning quietly around him.

The patriarch of Nantian Pavilion and the two patriarchs of half-step Taoist priests had already been crushed to the ground by Zhang Ziling's powerful force.

Except for the Nantian Pavilion Patriarch who still has the strength of the True Martial Realm, everyone else is weaker than the Qi Gathering Realm monks!

Moreover, the domain of Patriarch Nantiange has been completely suppressed, and he can no longer redefine the rules around him.

Feeling the weakness coming from his body, he wished he could die now!

Zhang Ziling seemed to be completely ignorant of what was happening outside, with a calm expression and slightly closed eyes.

No one knows that Zhang Ziling is still in the process of developing the domain at this moment.

The outside world turned gray, and it was just the prototype of Zhang Ziling's domain.

Now Zhang Ziling is clear that the field that the bronze shards guided him to develop is a rather perverted skill.

The only solution found from countless choices... Zhang Ziling felt his scalp go numb just by feeling the power surging in the depths of his soul.

I can't see the whole picture of the field yet, but Zhang Ziling can be sure that it is quite a terrifying thing, and I am afraid that even I am afraid of it!

Xuntianyi didn't speak now, it just quietly watched Zhang Ziling from the development area.

Once again disturbed by the ultimate heart, the domain that was about to take shape dissipated.

Zhang Ziling didn't feel any surprise, and built the domain at an extremely fast speed. In less than a second, Zhang Ziling caught up with the previous progress, and then was disturbed again, and it happened again.

Zhang Ziling can't remember how many times this kind of process happened. Zhang Ziling is very familiar with the field he built, and he can reconstruct it with conditioned reflex.

Even a sky finder, which can remember all the subtle characteristics of the realm!

As the domain became more and more complete, the gray tone outside had diffused away from the Antarctic city, affecting the entire Antarctic sky.

Everyone's strength seemed to disappear out of thin air, even their vigor was eroded bit by bit, and even breathing felt extremely laborious.

The strength of the ancestors of Nantian Pavilion has also been suppressed to the point of ordinary people. The three ancestors have been rotten because of sleeping for too long. Now they have been deprived of all their strength, and they are much weaker than others, unable to even move. move!

"Help, help..." The patriarch of Nantian Pavilion felt that he was extremely weak, and his whole mind was completely swallowed by fear!

Nanmeng's face was also pale, and he felt that it took a lot of energy to even move.

He looked at Zhang Ziling, and then at his three ancestors, a sternness flashed in his eyes.

Call a Nantian Pavilion disciple to come over, and pull out the disciple's sword.

"Master, you!"

The disciple looked at Nanmeng holding the sword with difficulty, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Now in our Nantian Pavilion, those three ancestors have taken action against the Devil Emperor... As long as I kill those three, there is still a chance between us and the Devil Emperor."

Nan Meng held his sword and slowly moved towards the three ancestors:

"But if those three people don't die... when the Devil Emperor wakes up, all of us will die!"

That Nantian Pavilion disciple's pupils shrank suddenly, and immediately extinguished the urge to stop Nanmeng.

The ending now is obvious, the three ancestors are not the opponents of the Devil Emperor at all, and those three ancestors still insist on being enemies of the Devil Emperor despite everyone's advice.

If they died because of the impulse of the three ancestors, no one would be happy.

In the end, people are always selfish.

What's more, most of the disciples in the Nantian Pavilion have never even heard of the existence of the three ancestors. Everyone is willing to exchange the lives of the three ancestors for their own...

"You, you bastard... what do you want to do?"

"You have gone against the sky!"

The patriarch of Nantian Pavilion saw Nanmeng moving towards him to celebrate the New Year, fear flashed in his eyes, and he shouted sharply.

Nanmeng didn't respond to his ancestor's questioning, and walked up to the three ancestors step by step, with a cold killing intent in his eyes.

"Three...you don't die, the next one will be our Nantian Pavilion!"

"So, for the sake of Nantian Pavilion and the three patriarchs, you should die!"

Nanmeng's words had become extremely cold, he raised the sword in his hand, and mercilessly chopped it down!

laugh!

A head flew out, and gray blood flowed all over the ground.

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