At this moment, another voice sounded, a middle-aged man-like voice, deep and low, with indescribable penetrating power, reaching in all directions.

Prison King!

It must be the Prison King!

Everyone's hearts were shocked, and their senses were swept again, and they wanted to see what kind of person this monk was the leader of the most mysterious Seven Great Venerables.

......

Boom –

The sound of dense explosions was heard from afar.

Those with strong divine sense, after going tens of thousands of miles, finally found the battlefield, in the distant void outside the island, a sea of fire, burning the void, this sea of fire has a shape, it is the shape of a huge gate.

In the center of the gate, there was a faint flash of thunder and lightning, but there was no old man who was demonic.

The thunder and lightning repeatedly wanted to rush into the distance, but as if he was drowning or locked in the sea of fire inside the gate, he couldn't rush out at all, as if he was a living painting.

And most of the monks couldn't see more famous halls at all, but when they saw the thunder and lightning, they quickly stopped.

As for the three Liwangs, they were standing in the void farther away, all looking at them with a sneer.

......

"Brother Prison King spares my life, I was wrong, I am willing to apologize!"

The Heavenly Demon Old Man, who was still invincible just now, actually began to beg for mercy in a short period of time, and his voice sounded from the thunder and lightning.

"Spare your life? What is the face of my Dark Isles? How can the seven of us explain to the monks who came to participate in the auction?"

The deep and deep voice came again, domineering and indifferent.

"Ahh

The screams began to rise.

The thunder and lightning rushed even more wildly, suddenly turning into a heavenly river impact, suddenly a long sword slashing, and the flame gate trembled and twisted, but it just didn't escape.

"If Brother Prison King insists on putting me to death, the younger brother has no choice but to sacrifice his life to accompany him!"

The old man of the Heavenly Demon drank again, and the color of pain and determination were clearly heard in his voice.

......

"Are you going to blow yourself up? It's ridiculous, with you being a guy in the late stage, you deserve to hurt me by blowing yourself up?"

The Prison King's voice returns.

Just listening to this sentence, you know that it is indeed already the Spirit Ancestor realm!

As soon as these words came out, I don't know how many monks were shocked in their hearts, this extremely powerful Heavenly Demon Old Man was kicked to the iron plate today.

And in this cultivation realm, there is another creature that rides on their heads.

......

Roar –

The roar began to sound, but it still couldn't twist the decline.

Rumble!

With the last huge explosion, the thunder and lightning were finally completely burned into nothingness, and there was no flesh and blood left.

The sea of fire in the shape of the gate swayed and gathered silently, and finally formed a flame figure more than eight feet high, and two extremely powerful eyes looked coldly in the direction of the Unyielding City, as if looking at everyone.

In the palm of his right hand, he held a gate-like strange-shaped magic weapon, burning with red flames and exuding a vast aura like the sky.

......

The Prison King finally appeared, but it was in the form of a Flame Immortal God.

Swish!

The Prison King's figure flashed, and he came to the sky above the half-smashed Unyielding City, looking down at everyone below, his eyes majestic and cold.

Inexplicable pressure came silently.

......

"When you come to my Prison King Island, you are my Prison King's guests, and I should keep you safe at the appointed time, and I will not break my promise. ”

The king of prison opened his mouth, and the sound resounded like a bell throughout the city.

"But if you plan to challenge my dignity, I will also kill you mercilessly!"

Another sentence, there is a hidden madness in the domineering, as if to remind everyone of the bumpy years and endless killings he has experienced in his life!

The crowd was silent.

As a Spirit Ancestor-level monk, the Prison King was qualified to say this.

......

The figure flashed again, and the Prison King vanished without a trace.

After a while, there were gradually voices in the city, but it was obviously not as lively as before, and many monks were turning their thoughts in their hearts.

If you shoot something, can you keep it?

How far can you run in a year?

Will the Prison King, a Spirit Ancestor-level monk, chase after him personally?

Thinking of these questions, I don't know how many monks no longer have the mind to go crazy.

......

Fang Junmei was the same, subconsciously, he threw his divine sense into the Bafang Mansion that only received the Seven Great Venerables.

At the gate of the Bafang Mansion, a group of monks led by the Prison King were walking towards the door, and there were nearly a hundred monks who came with them.

"That's—"

Fang Jun's eyebrows only glanced at it, and his heart shook violently, and an incredible look shot out of his eyes.

In the crowd, a slender and graceful yellow back really looked too much like someone.

"Senior sister!"

Fang Junmei blurted out and shouted, the yellow figure, the heroic posture when walking, was clearly Yang Xiaoslow's figure, or it was too much like Yang Xiaoslow.

Even if there are countless women in this world who are as tall as Yang Xiaoslow and have the same slender figure, Fang Junmei will not be mistaken.

"How is it possible, how is it possible...... She's still alive?"

Fang Jun's eyebrows were shocked.

Before he woke up, the yellow figure had already entered the fog of the sealed door, and he couldn't see it at all.

......

Swish!

As soon as Fang Junmei stepped on it, he rushed to the gate of the Bafang Mansion, and he was about to chase it in to see it, although he still couldn't believe it in his heart.

"What are you doing, are you looking for death too?"

The monk who was guarding the door immediately began to shout.

Fang Junmei finally sobered up a little, and immediately said: "Two fellow Daoists, I want to go into the mansion and visit a monk, she is my old friend." ”

"Which one?"

"Yang Xiaoslow. ”

Fang Junmei said directly.

When the two heard this, they exchanged glances, and one of them said, "There is no such person." ”

"That's her!"

Fang Junmei hurriedly pointed out, showing Yang Xiaoslow's appearance, for fear that the two of them didn't know her name, so they said that there was no such person.

"Don't make trouble, there is indeed no such person in the house. ”

A monk guarding the door, after one glance, scolded impatiently.

......

Fang Jun's eyebrows furrowed.

Wasn't that Yang Xiaoslow just now? Did you really read it wrong?

In his mind, he was rarely confused, thought about it, and asked again: "Then who was the female cultivator in yellow just now?"

"Are you in charge?

The gatekeeper said very politely, these two people only have the realm of the early stage of the Supreme Spirit, but the Prison King has just exerted his might, and even with them, he is even more arrogant.

Fang Junmei's face darkened violently, and his stomach was depressed and angry.

But now he really doesn't have the capital to break in, if he finds the right person, Yang Xiaoslow can still help him ask for a favor, if he finds the wrong person, it will definitely be a dead end.

Thinking that when the auction conference was held tomorrow, most of the female cultivators would also go, Fang Junmei finally forcibly calmed down and turned her head away.

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