875: C875 Do You Believe Me

C875 Do You Believe Me

1All the people of the western Orthodoxy stared with trepidation at the rapidly changing figure of a young man. His white hair danced wildly, his body became long and thin, and his skin became fair. His voice also became very young and filled with a kind of magnetism.

"Too powerful, just who is his real body?"

"This is too terrifying. Such a person shouldn't exist."

"That's right. He doesn't cultivate. He only meditated on the Dao for 80 years, yet he can transform into such a terrifying character. He's simply invincible."

The crowd was in a flurry of discussion. The God of Slaughter, Situ Xuan, had not only suppressed the life forms of the Western Orthodoxy, but also the cultivators of the Middle Earth. This was the first time that these people had seen a supreme cultivator, and also the first time they had seen how terrifying a supreme cultivator could be.

Situ Xuan stood there with the halberd in his hands. Light rained from the sky above his head. It was his primordial spirit that was being transformed; he could die of old age at any time. Everyone could see clearly that his lifespan was about to end.

Situ Xuan stood in the air and wore a blue robe. He softly asked, "Western Orthodoxy, who else? Come up together and I'll kill them all."

I will kill enough...

What a domineering sentence.

The Chinese cultivators all felt proud and raised their eyebrows, as they had just been suppressed and beaten by the Western Orthodoxy. But now, the situation had suddenly turned around. After Situ Xuan appeared, he had instead killed the child of hope!

He was the son of the Sovereign of Hope, and he was killed just like that.

Buzz! * The space around them began to tremble.

The entire sky above the ninth layer began to tremble, as though many mountain ranges were collapsing. Some of the more sensitive regions, such as the volcanoes, were filled with cracks.

Twelve powerful auras bloomed, pressing over from the sky, quickly filling up the entire Middle Earth.

A Sovereign had manifested!

The Sovereign's body was simply too terrifying. As it stretched across the heavens and the earth, the entire central continent only seemed to be the size of his head. Surrounding their bodies, floating masses of light appeared one after another. Those were Universe World after another!

One of the Sovereigns was simply too terrifying. It was impossible to see his face clearly, and one could only see his enormous body. His eyes gradually turned crimson and filled with violence.

"Kill my son … "How dare you!" He hoped that the emotionless voice of the Sovereign would be heard. When everyone heard this voice, they all felt a trembling that rose from the depths of their souls.

Situ Xuan raised his head and looked up at the High Lord God. "You're very powerful …"

"You're stronger than anyone I've ever met, but it seems you can't get in here." Situ Xuan said in a soft voice.

"Candle, calamity, wick …" The Sovereign of Hope's voice was still very cold. As his voice rang out, three powerful auras rose up from the borders of the western Orthodoxy.

Every single one of them was extremely terrifying, more than a hundred or even a thousand times more terrifying than the Great Immortal King!

Those three were the three most powerful individuals in the Western Orthodoxy. Aside from the fact that they did not have divine sparks, they were basically no different from Sovereigns. It was precisely these three people that stood within the Western Orthodoxy and guarded that area, making it so that the Chinese cultivators did not dare to rashly step in.

"No need, I'll do it myself." Situ Xuan opened his mouth, grasped his halberd, and directly stepped into the domain of the Western Orthodoxy.

A tall, muscular, devilish body that was covered with flowing lava and held an enormous greatsword in its hand appeared. Flames flowed in his eyes, golden in color. The breath he breathed out turned into a long dragon. It poured into the clouds and returned to the earth.

A calamity!

The Great Leader of the Western Orthodoxy!

"Insolent madman …" The sound of a calamitous battle resounded through the air like a thunderclap.

The illusory Sovereign slowly faded away, disappearing without a trace. The four great formations protecting the nine heavens of the middle earth also vanished as well. The Four Symbols formation was the foundation for fighting against Sovereigns. If the Four Symbols formation was broken, the earth would be driven straight in by the Sovereign, and the metal hooves would crush the land.

But within the Western Orthodoxy, there was no form of defense. This was because they had enough confidence to face any enemy. Even if it was the demons of the demon race, they would not dare to rashly set foot in the Western Orthodoxy.

"You can't!"

"Senior, don't be rash."

"Those three are the strongest people of the Western Orthodoxy. Don't act blindly without thinking!"

Grief filled his heart, Mu Buyi, the Lost King, and the Qiong Qi King as they called out.

At this moment, Situ Xuan suddenly stopped and turned his gaze toward the God of Buried Sobbing.

Crying God's heart trembled.

"Just now, you were the one who said you wanted to help the Western Orthodoxy?" Situ Xuan slowly walked towards Buried God.

Buried King's eyes became cold as he thought, "Not good."

He let out a furious roar, and his entire body was surrounded by immortal energy. He soared into the sky, rushing into the buffer zone in hopes of saving Buried God.

Without even turning his head, Situ Xuan suddenly kicked out.

This kick was very familiar to Hong Zheng.

Eight Treasures Hunchbacked Dragon Kick!

His right leg lengthened indefinitely, and in the end, it became incomparably thick and sturdy, turning into a True Dragon. The scales on its body shone with a metallic luster.

Blades, swords, halberds, axes, tridents and forks swirled around the True Dragon, carrying the True Dragon on its back as it advanced.

Roar!

His foot turned into a dragon's head, roaring towards the sky as it zigzagged its way towards the body of the Buried King.

Buried King stepped back. The immortal energy around his body was dispersed by a large amount, revealing his true appearance. His face was very young, like a sixteen or seventeen year old youth. However, his eyes were filled with endless vicissitudes of life.

"Situ Xuan!" Buried King roared, causing the space around him to explode.

The hostility in Situ Xuan's heart suddenly soared as he abruptly turned his head, shouting, "Buried King, if I want to kill someone, no one can stop me. Try it if you don't believe me!"

Along with the return of Meng Xuan's memories, Situ Xuan's temperament had undergone a change, and the shadow of Meng Xuan could be seen on his body.

That roar immediately made the Buried King stop.

Situ Xuan then opened his palm and fingers, pointing them at Canghai Mingshu and said, "Come here."

Canghai Sobbing had just stepped into the Immortal King's position, and in front of Situ Xuan, he didn't even have the slightest chance to resist before he was sucked into his palm.

After that, Situ Xuan grabbed Buried God's neck and slowly pulled him into his line of sight.

Crying God gazed upon the face wrapped in holy light, his body trembling with fear and fear in his eyes. Within his body, eighteen different auras were recovering at the same time.

This was his Eighteen Ancestor Technique. He had refined all eighteen of his ancestors into his own body.

Situ Xuan's left hand directly covered the top of his head as he released a purple divine power from his palm. Immediately, the eighteen auras stopped moving and retreated like a tide.

"Senior … Senior, listen to me. " The God of Buried Sobbing cried out in fear.

Situ Xuan gently moved next to the Weeping God's ear. "I won't kill you, but my real body will come and finish you off."

Crying God was stunned. "Who is your real body?"

The holy light wrapped around Situ Xuan's face rippled like the tide.

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