The terrible impact caused the city that Zhu Rong Tianming had spent countless manpower and material resources to build to shake violently, and countless huge cracks were opened on the surrounding plains. Boiling magma rushed out of the deep trenches and poured into these cracks. The originally complete flame talisman gradually showed signs of collapse.
The flame barrier composed of ninety-nine layers of different flames collapsed, and the cracked flames poured around like running water.
These terrible flames flowed to the plains, and the scorched earth burned. Rocks, gravel, soil, everything that was combustible and non-combustible were ignited, and then turned into wisps of green smoke in the firelight and rushed into the sky.
The large group of fire zombies standing on the city wall were frozen by the terrible cold air released by the bursting iceberg before they could find the enemy. Tens of millions of fire corpses were sealed by thick ice blocks. As the earth shook, these fire corpses suddenly shattered and exploded into countless tiny ice shards.
Panxi, expressionless, flew over the last mountain peak slowly. When he was less than a hundred miles away from the city, Panxi pointed his hand, and the huge mountain peak suddenly collapsed. During the process of collapse, the mountain peak composed of earth and rocks turned into a ball of viscous plasma. The huge plasma quickly collapsed inward, and finally turned into an electric light the size of a needle tip.
Pan Xi flicked his finger, and the electric light as small as the tip of a needle brought out a dazzling thin light, which shot into the city as fast as lightning.
"How dare you!" The corpse Taoist roared angrily, and he pushed forward hard with both hands.
The void in front of the electric light squirmed, and two palms about three feet high, shining like gold, shot out from the twisted void. The two huge palms closed inwards and clamped the electric light heavily in their hands.
With a 'buzz' sound, a large piece of lightning burst like a dragon. The huge palm became transparent in the silver-blue strong light. The terrifying plasma spread around in circles, and countless fires were everywhere it passed. The corpses flew into ashes and exploded into red clouds of fire.
Along with the shrill scream, the two large handprints made by the corpse Taoist were torn into pieces by plasma. He suddenly retracted his hand. The two palms of his body were covered with countless wounds that were deep enough to see the bones. Wisps of hot smoke continued to come from it. popped up on his palm.
"The poor Taoist's hand!" Both Taoist Corpse Master and Potochuga stared at his palm with extremely strange eyes.
In the world of Pangu, Taoist Corpse is also a famous figure in the ancient world. He himself has earth-shattering supernatural powers. After becoming a disciple of Taoist Hua, he received the inheritance of Taoist Hua and cultivated incredible Taoism. Not to mention anything else, his physical strength alone is far superior to that of the Human Witch Emperor. Even the divine weapons of heaven and earth, and even ordinary meritorious spiritual treasures, cannot break through his body.
However, Panxi used miraculous means to turn a large mountain of soil and rocks into plasma. A small burst of highly compressed plasma easily broke through the corpse Taoist's powerful body.
"What is the origin of this woman?" Potchuga knew very well that the body of the Taoist Corpse was powerful and terrifying. It could even be said that the Taoist Corpse Master was the most physical being among his fellow sects. He had truly reached the level of Vajra perfection and indestructibility.
Panxi can injure a corpse Taoist with just one blow. How powerful does her magical power have to be to do this
The corpse Taoist jumped up and stared angrily at Pan Xi. The gray-white Divine Light of Annihilation flashed on his hands, and traces of silver-blue residual electric light were continuously purified by the Divine Light of Annihilation and swallowed up.
"Fellow Taoist, may I ask your name?" The corpse Taoist stared at Pan Xi with a gloomy face. A dusty futon quietly emerged under his feet, and wisps of chaotic gray air spurted out from the futon, turning into a gray ganoderma-like cloud to protect him in the middle.
"Why are you asking so many questions? Cut her into pieces!" Zhu Rong Tianming shouted angrily.
He spent so much effort, spent so much time, and drove so many natives to build a solid city with great difficulty. Unexpectedly, Panxi defeated him with one strike before even seeing a foreigner face to face.
But just before Panxi attacked, he was still bragging with Poqiujia, Shi Taoist and others about how impregnable the city's defense was. While the cowhide was still echoing in his ears, Panxi suddenly attacked and shattered the ninety-nine layers of flame barrier with one blow. This was like a slap in the face. How could Zhu Rong Tianming endure it
A low roar came, and dozens of Huolin Tribe Witch Emperors who had been subdued by Zhu Rong's destiny rushed into the sky on fire clouds.
The Witch Emperor of the Fire Lin Clan is a bloodline descended from a mixture of ancient humans and Fire Qilin. He is neither human nor beast, but possesses terrifying combat power. Under the premise of having the same level of cultivation, the Witch Emperor of the Fire Lin Clan is one of the few in the human tribe alliance. A powerful warrior who can confront the Jia clan elites head-on and fight with them alone.
Being able to be brought to the Panxi world by Zhu Rong's destiny to participate in a life-and-death gambling battle, these Huolin clan's wizard emperors are all top players. Each of them can single out three or five ordinary clan wizards with the same level of cultivation.
The fire clouds rolled, and the Witch Emperors of the Fire Lin Clan roared lowly, and rushed towards Panxi like a group of crazy beasts.
The simple and thick bronze Changge brought out streaks of fire, and emitted a low beast roar, stabbing Panxi fiercely. Dozens of bronze Changge cut at the same time. These Huolin tribe's witch emperors really followed the orders of Zhu Rong's destiny. , to chop Panxi into pieces.
A ray of light flashed through Panxi's pitch-black eyes with no white at all. She floated motionless in mid-air, letting these powerful bronze spears slash at her body.
The loud noise of "Dangrang" was heard endlessly, and the Huolin Clan's Witch Emperors struck tens of thousands of blows at Panxi with a snap of their fingers. The combined attacks of dozens of people were like a tsunami, falling continuously on Panxi's body.
Fires were radiating and sparks were flying, but Panxi's body remained motionless. The attacks of dozens of Fire Lin Clan Witch Emperors were unable to shake her at all.
There were no scars on Panxi's fair and tender skin. The bronze sword passed down by the Huolin tribe from ancient times was extremely sharp, but it could not scratch Panxi's oily skin. On the contrary, countless small cracks appeared on these bronze long arms, and the counter-shock force of Panxi's body directly severely damaged these magical weapons.
"So hard!" A Witch Emperor from the Fire Lin Tribe looked at Pan Xi blankly and exclaimed in hiss.
The next moment, Panxi's hands shook slightly, and her hands brought up dozens of afterimages, which lightly struck the bodies of these Fire Lin Clan Witch Emperors. A low explosion was heard, and the bodies of dozens of tyrannical Witch Emperors exploded at the same time.
Then they were gone. The bodies of these Wu Emperors exploded, leaving no trace behind.
There was no broken flesh and blood, no broken hair, and no remaining traces. They were just beaten to ashes by Panxi's light punch.
(End of chapter)