"F * ck!"
Long Fei cursed. He did not resist.
His soul was locked and wanted to escape from his body. At the same time, the Soul Locking Chain was pulling his body towards the Mystic Thearch.
He was getting closer to the Mystic Thearch!
Therefore.
Long Fei did not resist.
His soul was locked and he would not die for a while.
As long as he could get close to the Mystic Thearch, the infinite punches of the Infinite Gloves …
"Hualala!"
The chain exploded, like the Hell Chain of the Death Knight, it grabbed onto Long Fei's throat and pulled heavily. Long Fei could not stand steadily and staggered towards the Mystic Thearch.
The Mystic Thearch sneered: "Do you think you are very strong?"
"Do you think you can fight against me?"
"Long Batian's reincarnation?"
"Hehe …"
"In my eyes, you have always been a piece of trash. I didn't kill you in the past because you didn't even have the qualifications to be killed by me."
"However, you have the qualifications today."
The Mystic Thearch firmly suppressed Long Fei.
Everyone from the Tian Clan heaved a sigh of relief and cheered excitedly.
"Mystic Thearch is mighty and domineering."
"Kill him."
"Kill this little bastard."
"Mystic Thearch, we can't let him escape again."
"Hang his head at the entrance of the Divine Palace and let those people see clearly that this is the result of going against our Tian Clan." "Just cutting off his head is not enough.
"Just cutting off his head isn't enough. I'm going to use his bones to refine and feed his essence blood to the dogs. I'm going to use his skin to make a human skin chair. I'm going to make his soul echo in the abyss forever, so that he can never be reincarnated."
Everyone from the Tian Clan wished they could eat Long Fei's flesh and drink his blood.
They were all thinking of how to treat him in a cruel way.
Long Fei had frightened them quite a bit.
If not for the timely arrival of the Mystic Thearch, the Tian Clan would have been destroyed.
No one could stop Long Fei.
Thinking of this, the people of the Tian Clan hated him even more.
"Senior Brother!"
The little Daoist shouted. "Rumble!"
Golden characters shot out one after another.
They rushed straight towards the Mystic Thearch.
However …
Those golden runes could not even get close to the Mystic Thearch's phantom. There was an aura shield around his body; it was also a defensive shield of nomological laws.
The Little Daoist didn't think too much about it and immediately shouted, "Explode!"
"Boom!"
The runes of the Eternal Dao Scripture exploded one by one.
A powerful force rushed out.
The Law Defense Shield continued to shatter.
However …
The Mystic Thearch's apparition remained unmoving in mid-air. It was as though he was high and mighty, as though he was a god. He glared coldly at the little daoist and said with disdain, "Your strength is indeed not bad. However, you are still lacking if you want to break my nomological powers."
Indeed.
This was the Primordial World.
There was an independent power of Law here.
If he was unable to surpass the nomological laws of this world, then the power that the little daoist released would not be able to hurt the Mystic Thearch's image.
At this moment …
The Little Daoist had already landed by Long Fei's side. Both his hands moved and he grabbed onto that Soul Binding Chain.
"Rip!"
The entire Soul Binding Chain burned with blue flames.
He immediately loosened his grip.
His palm was scalded.
Furthermore.
With poison!
The Little Daoist's pupils constricted, "Fire of the Undead?"
The Mystic Thearch's apparition trembled slightly, and said: "You have some knowledge, to actually know about the Fire of the Undead. This chain is refined from the bones of the Death God, and there will only be one result for those who use it to lock up, and that is to become a dead person."
"Don't be anxious."
"First it's him, then it's you."
"Anyone who has anything to do with him must die."
The Tian Race had always done things to eliminate the roots, leaving no room for maneuver.
Just like the Netherworld Race back then.
Basically, they were all killed, leaving behind only a few disciples of the Netherworld Race who were hiding in other planes. And these people were still being hunted down by the Tian Race at all times.
As long as Long Fei was suppressed or killed this time.
Then the Mystic Thearch would definitely kill everyone related to Long Fei.
This was the Mystic Thearch.
The person who had stood at the top of this world for billions of years.
It was also because of this method that his Tian Race was able to control ten thousand planes.
The Little Daoist was not scared. After six reincarnations, what had he not experienced? How could he be scared by a mere Mystic Thearch's apparition?
Moreover.
His strength was not limited to this.
The Little Daoist stared at the defensive shield on the Mystic Thearch's body, "The power of the laws? The power of the laws of this world? "
"Let me show you what the power of the laws of the Eternal Life Palace is."
"Boom!"
The Daoist robe fluttered, and a wave of energy surged out. The entire Mystic Thearch Hall trembled violently, and the entire Tian Race trembled.
Just as the Little Daoist was about to activate the laws that were above the Primordial World, Long Fei shook his head lightly and sent a sound transmission: "Let me do it!"
The Little Daoist was startled.
Long Fei said again: "This is my matter, let me settle it."
The death of the Dragon Ancestor forced Long Fei to kill all the Tian Race people.
The aura on the Little Daoist's body dropped slightly.
The Mystic Thearch's apparition laughed coldly, "Hahaha … Not bad, unfortunately, your strength is a little lacking."
"Little bastard, kill him first, then you."
The chain pulled.
"Hualala!"
Long Fei staggered again, and almost fell to the ground. His soul was also being crushed tightly, as if it was leaving his body bit by bit.
It was very uncomfortable.
However …
Long Fei was enduring.
He was waiting for an opportunity to get close.
"Hualala …"
The Mystic Thearch's apparition pulled heavily again. He enjoyed the sight of Long Fei staggering and falling, "Hahaha, little bastard, look at what you look like right now."
"Don't you look like a dog?"
"Dragons are dogs of the Tian Race to begin with. You're more like a dog, hahaha …"
"Hualala!"
With another heavy tug, Long Fei staggered again.
The Mystic Thearch's apparition laughed maniacally, "Hahaha …"
With a pull of the chain, Long Fei was pulled in front of him. His eyes darkened, and his voice became gloomy and cold. With a heavy voice, he said, "Kneel!"
His voice was filled with immense pressure.
Long Fei did not kneel, but all the disciples of the Tian Race knelt on the ground in unison. Even the ancient experts knelt down as well.
The pressure was too strong.
He had no choice but to kneel.
Only by kneeling down would he be able to free himself, and that powerful pressure would disappear from his heart.
However …
Long Fei raised his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he laughed sinisterly: "Kneel?"
"Hehe …"
The laughter was incomparably cold, like the laughter of a death god, "Why don't you look at the distance between us?"
Long Fei's sinister laughter caused the Mystic Thearch's apparition to tremble.
He didn't know why.
His body suddenly trembled.
Tremble?
This was something that had never happened in hundreds of millions of years.
He didn't know what fear was, much less something like trembling. However, he had trembled just now.
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