The Immortal Temple's high-level realm.
The Dark World's highest realm.
The difference in realm levels was also a difference in power.
The Little Daoist Priest was strong, and the Mad King was wild, but … their strength was still insufficient to fight against the powerhouses from the Dark World. This was also the reason why the Eternal Temple Leader wanted Longfei to finish his training as soon as possible, so that the Eternal Temple could return to the Immortal Realm.
The Little Daoist Priest and the Wise Mad King were both injured, but it was impossible for a mere shadow to kill them.
They wanted to try again.
However …
At that moment, Long Fei's clone, who had been watching silently from the side, stepped in front of the Little Daoist Priest and the Wise Mad King. "I'll do it!"
"I'll do it!" The two words were like a thunderbolt, instantly shaking the space.
The atmosphere changed.
The Wise Mad King said, "You are just a warrior from the Primordial World. You are no match for him."
The Little Daoist Priest said, "Who is he, Wise Mad King? Why do I feel a sense of familiarity from him? "
"I don't know," the Wise Mad King said. "When I first saw him, I felt the same way. Now is not the time to talk about this. Step aside, let me do it."
Long Fei's clone had never left the Primordial World.
If even the Wise Mad King was no match for him, how could a warrior from the Primordial World be a match for the white-haired shadow?
The Little Daoist Priest said, "Although we are no match for him, it will not be easy for him to kill us both."
"You should leave this place quickly."
The clone did not leave. He looked at the white-haired shadow and said softly, "He has already made up his mind to kill. If you go up this time, you will die!"
The Wise Mad King was shocked. "Die?"
The Little Daoist Priest was also stunned.
Neither of them believed it.
However, the clone's expression was extremely serious, and his eyes had turned purple.
The white-haired shadow looked at the clone's purple eyes and was secretly shocked. "There are people born with purple eyes in this world? Strange! "
The clone took a step forward and looked at the white-haired shadow. "I don't care who you kill. No matter how many people die in the Primordial World, it has nothing to do with me. But … this is the Primordial World, a realm with trillions of living beings. If you say you want to destroy them, do you think I will?"
They talked as they walked.
With every step he took, purple flames burst forth.
The avatar seemed to be walking on purple powder. As his feet landed, purple mist rose, and the aura on his body slowly changed.
The Wise Mad King was stunned. "What … What kind of power is this?"
"Little Daoist, have you seen him before?"
The Little Daoist shook his head and said, "I've researched the cultivation methods and powers of the Primordial World. There's no such purple power at all."
"Could he also be an outlander?"
"It doesn't look like it," the Wise Mad King said. "If he's an Outworld elite, he should know what the Dark World is like. He wouldn't want to get involved in this mess."
The Dark World, the rogue plane of the Higher Plane.
Incomparably domineering.
Anyone who offended the Dark World would not have a good ending.
The Little Daoist said, "That's strange."
"Let's wait and see," the Wise Mad King said. "This guy is not to be underestimated."
The shock in the white-haired figure's heart grew stronger and stronger. It was not just the Wise Mad King and the Taoist Priest who had never seen such power before.
"Purple flames?"
The white-haired figure slightly snorted and stared at the avatar. "This kind of low-level plane, of course, will be destroyed if I say so."
"You think you can stop me?"
"Hmph!"
"You overestimate yourself!"
In an instant.
The power in his body burst out even more fiercely. This time, the Primordial World trembled even more violently.
Mountains collapsed, rivers stopped flowing, and seawater flowed backward.
Mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, and the sky trembled.
All of this was like a precursor to the world's destruction. The power of the law was chaotic, and it was completely out of control.
The Primordial World was filled with wailing.
Pain, screams, and kneeling to the sky. At this moment, they realized how small and weak they were. Under the suppression of the strong, they were not even considered ants.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, there was a sound.
White lightning fell, and the sky cracked.
The Sword Elder's heart sank. "It's over!"
Old Mie said, "The power to destroy the world?"
Murong Xiong looked at the sky and smiled bitterly. "I can't believe I'm going to die here. Well, I can't protect Long Fei, so I'll be buried with him."
One by one, they accepted their fate.
So what if they didn't accept their fate?
They couldn't do anything!
… ….
The sky cracked, and the ground of the Divine Palace sank.
The corner of the white-haired shadow's mouth curled up, and he sneered: "There is no need for this kind of trash plane to exist. Trash plane, trash people, all of you, die for me …"
The word 'die' hadn't even fallen.
Suddenly.
The clone disappeared.
The white-haired shadow's eyebrows turned sinister, and he said in disdain: "It's useless, no one can stop me …"
"Bam!"
Before he finished speaking, a palm suddenly pressed against the white shadow's chest.
It didn't hurt.
But!
At this moment, on top of his five fingers, streams of purple seal runes suddenly burst out, and in that instant, they wrapped around the white-haired shadow.
The white-haired shadow's pupils shrank, "Purple Flame Seal?"
"God Emperor Zi Yang?"
"You, you, you, who are you?"
"Who the hell are you?"
His eyes were filled with fear. He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. He didn't believe that the purple flame runes on his body were the power of that God Emperor.
At this moment.
The Mad King was slightly startled, and said: "Who is God Emperor Zi Yang? I've never heard of him. "
The little Daoist frowned like the white-haired shadow, and he said: "He's a super expert from the Great Yang Realm, but … but … that's impossible."
The Mad King was shocked, and he said: "The Great Yang Realm? Isn't that the Higher Realm? Why is he here? Is this fierce person also from the Great Yang Realm? "
"God Emperor Zi Yang?"
The clone was secretly shocked, "So Master is God Emperor Zi Yang? From the Solar Realm? "
"No wonder!"
"No wonder he's so strong, but … why did he choose me?"
"Because of what reason?"
The clone did not understand.
After he left Long Fei, his cultivation had been guided by some kind of power, as if there was an invisible person guiding him.
After entering the Primordial World, he met a person.
That person was his master.
He was dressed in black, and his appearance could not be seen. He was like a black shadow, but he always carefully held a lamp in his hand.
It was a very strange lamp.
He saw his master staring at the lamp in a daze a few times, and he even talked to the lamp.
He asked his master about it, but his master never answered. He only told him to focus on his cultivation.
As for what the lamp was?
He didn't know before, but later on, he discovered that the lamp was not a flame, but a soul!
A person's soul!
He had no way of knowing what kind of person that person was, and he didn't care about it.
Now that the white-haired shadow mentioned it, the clone finally knew that his master was from the Great Yang Realm.
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