At this moment, another sound sounded, a middle-aged man-like voice, thick and low, with indescribable penetration power, circulating in all directions.

Prison King!

It must be the king of prison!

Everyone was shocked, and their spiritual consciousness swept back, and they wanted to see what kind of person the monk who was the leader of the seven most mysterious masters was.

...

Boom--

The dense explosion sounded from afar.

He had strong spiritual consciousness and finally found the battlefield after traveling tens of thousands of miles. In the distant void outside the island, a sea of ​​fire burned the void. This sea of ​​fire had a shape, a huge gate-like shape.

In the middle of the gate, there was a flash of thunder and lightning, but the old man from the Demon was not seen.

The thunder and lightning repeatedly wanted to rush into the distance, but it seemed as if it was addicted or locked in the sea of ​​fire inside the gate, and could not rush out at all, as if it was a living painting.

Most monks could not see any more names, but they quickly resumed when they saw the lightning.

As for the Li Wang and the other two, they stood in the void farther away, and each looked at it with a sneer.

...

"Brother Prison King, please spare me. I was wrong. I am willing to apologize!"

The old demon who was arrogant just now actually started begging for mercy in a short time, and the sound rang out from the ball of thunder and lightning.

"Give up your life? How can I have my face in the Dark Islands? How can we explain to the monks who came to the auction conference?"

A thick and low voice came again, domineering and indifferent.

"ah--"

The screams began to rise.

The thunder and lightning started to rush even more crazily, and suddenly turned into a shock to the sky. Suddenly, the long sword slashed and shattered, and the door of flames trembled and twisted, but it just didn't escape.

"If Brother Prison King insists on putting me to death, I have to sacrifice my life to accompany you!"

The old demon drunk again, and the voice clearly heard the pain and determination.

...

"Are you going to self-destruct? It's so ridiculous. With you, a guy in the late stage of the human race, you deserve to hurt me?"

The voice of the Prison King is coming again.

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

As soon as this statement was spoken, many monks were shocked. This extremely powerful old man of the Demon was considered to be a dead end today.

And in this world of cultivation, another creature rode on their heads.

...

roar--

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

boom!

With the last loud explosion, the ball of thunder and lightning was finally completely burned into nothingness, and there was no residual blood and blood.

The gate-shaped sea of ​​fire gathered silently, finally forming a flaming figure more than eight feet tall. Two extremely powerful eyes looked coldly at the direction of Buqucheng, as if looking at everyone.

In his right hand, there was a magic weapon like a door, burning red flames, emitting a vast aura as vast as the sky.

...

The Prison King finally appeared, but he was a body of a flaming immortal god.

Swish!

The figure of the Prison King flashed and came to the sky above the Buqu City, which had been destroyed halfway, looking down at everyone below, with a majestic and cold look.

Inexplicable pressure came silently.

...

"You are here to my Prison King Island, and you are my Prison King's guest. At the agreed time, I should keep you safe and will never break your promise."

The Prison King spoke, and the sound was like a bell, resounding throughout the city.

"But if you plan to provoke my dignity, I will erase you mercilessly!"

Another saying goes, the madness is hidden in the domineering, as if reminding everyone of the ups and downs of years and endless killings he has experienced in his life!

Everyone was silent.

As a spiritual ancestor level monk, the Prison King is qualified to say this.

...

The figure flashed for a moment, and the Prison King disappeared without a trace.

After a long time, there were gradually people in the city, but it was obvious that the excitement of the past was no longer there. Many monks were thinking about it.

Can you keep it if you take a photo?

How far can I get in a year?

Will the Prison King, a cultivator at the level of Spirit Ancestor, come here in person?

Thinking of these questions, I don’t know how many monks no longer have the intention of crazy streets.

...

Fang Junmei was the same. She subconsciously turned her spiritual consciousness to the Bafang Mansion that was receiving the seven great masters.

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

"That's-"

Fang Jun's eyebrows just glanced at him, and his mind was shocked suddenly, and an incredible look ejaculated in his eyes.

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

"Senior Sister!"

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

Even if there are countless women in this world who are as tall as Yang Xiaokuan and have the same slim figure, Fang Junmei will not remember it wrong.

"How is it possible, how is it possible...she is still alive?"

Fang Jun's eyes were shocked.

Before he woke up, the yellow figure had already entered the fog that sealed the door and could not see any more.

...

Swish!

Fang Junmei stepped on her feet and rushed to the gate of the Bafang Mansion. She was about to chase her and see it clearly, although she still couldn't believe it in her heart.

"What are you doing? Are you looking for death?"

The supreme monk guarding at the door immediately started to shout.

Fang Junmei finally woke up a little and immediately said, "Two fellow Taoists, I want to go into the mansion and visit a monk. She is my old friend."

“Who?”

"Yang Xiaoman."

Fang Junmei said directly.

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

"It's her!"

Fang Junmei quickly slashed her finger and showed Yang Xiaoman's appearance, fearing that the two of them would not know her name, so they said that there was no such person.

"Don't make trouble, there is really no such person in the mansion."

A gatekeeper monk took a look and scolded impatiently.

...

Fang Jun was stunned.

Wasn’t that Yang Xiaoman just now? Did you really see it wrong?

There was a rare confusion in my mind. After thinking about it, I asked again: "Who is the female cultivator in yellow just now?"

"Are you in charge? Why don't you leave quickly!"

The gatekeeper said bluntly that both of them were only at the early stage of the spirit, but the Prison King had just shown great power, and even with them, he became even more arrogant.

Fang Junmei's face turned black and she was full of depression and anger.

But now he really has no capital to make a fuss. If he finds the right person, Yang Xiaoman can still ask for help. If he finds the wrong person, he will definitely be dead.
Chapter completed!