The sound of rumbling came one after another.

Countless trees broke through the ground and immediately grew into towering trees.

In an instant, it seemed as if there was a giant tree hidden deep in the ground, breaking out of the ground.

Accompanied by countless branches, countless green leaves, and countless vines are growing wildly.

Even flowers, plants and trees climb straight to the sky!

This is the fine grass and wood hidden in the earth and between the walls, but it only grew wildly under the lightning of Su Ting's Creation of the Yuantian Heaven.

But I saw countless towering trees, countless vines, flowers and plants breaking out of the ground and spreading to the clouds.

In the blink of an eye, Xinghong Town was covered by a lush green ocean.

The eight practitioners who were originally in Xinghong Town, whether they were hanging in the air or standing on the ground, were all detained.

"The Qing Emperor's Demon-Ending Formation!"

Su Ting carried his hands on his back and said, "This is the secret technique of Yuanfeng Mountain, the true teaching of the Qing Emperor. When he took action to save Zhongguan Zheng and others, he arranged... You talked with me and tried to negotiate. In fact, the more you talked, the more I made the arrangement, the more you could not escape."

The Lord of Xuantian Tribe was tied into the vines and shouted angrily!

The magic power bursts out and the momentum is rolling!

The vines are broken now!

But in an instant, infinite vitality recovered, and the vines grew again, sieging him.

"You should have taken action or escaped directly. Now that you missed the opportunity, it would be useless for you to struggle."

Su Ting came forward and said slowly: "Unless the immortals and gods come down to the world, no one in the world can save you in the hands of my God Su."

He walked forward, reached out his hand, and untied the belt of the Lord of Xuantian Tribe.

"What are you going to do?"

The Lord of Xuantian Tribe said in horror: "Don't touch me."

Su Ting rolled his eyes, put away his belt, and muttered, "This belt is actually a magic weapon, it's really your mother's slut..."

He started very gentlely and searched the Lord of Xuantian Tribe, then took off his golden-lined python pattern black cloud robe, measured it on himself, but it didn't fit much. He shook his head immediately, but he still put it away.

——

Half an hour later.

Mr. Su was sitting cross-legged on the branch of a towering tree.

He closed his eyes and calmed down, and his mind was sinking into his heart.

He was full of magic power and was full of momentum.

The people near the surroundings, even the Yang God, could not help but feel the throbbing in their hearts, looking at the vast momentum, like thunder and a battle between immortals and gods, which was terrifying.

At this moment, Su Ting's mind sank into his body, trying his best to use his magic power to clear away the remaining problems of the palm power of the immortal god.

The remaining troubles of the immortal god's palm are rootless water, but after all, it is the residual of the immortal god.

Su Ting's ability is almost like an immortal. Although he is inferior, he is superior to his own roots and is constantly increasing.

In the eyes of the surrounding Yang God, the movements and stillness of Su Ting were like fighting between immortals and gods, but they were not bad.

At this moment, Su Ting really seemed to be fighting between the two sides.

However, Su Ting took the upper hand.

The remaining problems with palm power are less than 30%.

The magic power that Su Ting can use becomes stronger and stronger.

One rises and the other falls below.

Su Ting's speed of eliminating the rest of the disease is getting faster and faster.

He recovered faster.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and in his eyes, the light was as bright as the scorching sun.

He curled a sneer on the corner of his mouth and said, "Old guy, I can't kill me. Sooner or later, I will kill you."

He reached out and saw a gray mist in his palm, rushing left and right, but was also imprisoned by his magic power.

This is the residual of the remaining palm power, but now there is no one left. For the ordinary Yang Shen Zhenren, it is no less than a very poison, but for Su Ting, there is not much threat.

He did not eliminate all the remaining problems with his palm power, but left a little.

This is not evidence, but a comparison.

Even if the other party can hide its true ability, and that palm is not used normally, and it is even used to be disguised, the palm power comes from the other party after all, and its magic power must have the same aura as the same origin.

This calculation will be considered as a clue in the future.

He took a deep breath and looked at the scene in the Qing Emperor's Demon-Ending Array.

This Qing Emperor Demon-Ending Array is the secret technique of the Qing Emperor, the secret of Yuanfeng Mountain. After being used by him, Shenjun Su, no one in the Xuantian tribe could escape.

After all, most of the practitioners in the Xuantian Division are scattered monks without any sects, and the most important thing is the ten great yang gods.

——

"Hurry up, you are talking about... Zong Ping!"

Su Ting sat on the tree and pointed at the Taoist priests and monks below.

Whether it was Zhongguanzheng, the old monk from Nanshan Temple, Yunji and Mingding, the little Taoist priest, and Zongping, all of them were seriously injured and dying. When they were even dead, they were rescued by Su Ting with great magic power and the vitality of immortal arts.

Now, under the order of Su Ting, he had to start plundering.

All the over a hundred people and ten Yang gods in the Xuantian tribe were plundered.

There is only one leader of the Xuantian tribe, and Su Ting takes action personally.

The rest of the people were all these eight helpers to help.

These eight helpers, from Guan Zheng, the Central Secretary of the Sitianjian, to the three brothers of Zongping, have all been robbed by the Lord Su and the humiliation of the hollowed-out wealth... Now, they are quite happy to impose such humiliation on others.

Zong Xiang also peeled off the clothes of the master in front of him.

The master was considered to be a profound Taoist master. He usually could stare at this Taoist priest who had a shallow Taoist priest, but at this moment he was trapped by the Qing Emperor's Demon Envelope Formation and had to grit his teeth and look humiliated.

After the initial fear and panic, Zong Xiang was able to stay calm now.

"Let you all experience the pleasure we have experienced before is a great joy in life."

Zong Xiang murmured in a low voice and stripped him clean again.

——

Hundred miles away.

The light came in an instant.

"Stop!"

The national master suddenly raised his head, looking shocked and suspicious.

Chunguan Zheng approached and whispered: "Master, what's wrong?"

The national master looked solemn and said, "There is a hundred miles ahead of him. Look!"

Chunguan was looking forward, and his expression suddenly changed.

There are no towns ahead!

There is no news about the many practitioners of Xuantian tribe!

In front of me was a sea of ​​forests, towering ancient trees and endless vines, covering more than eighty miles of radius.

"this……"

Chunguan was breathing and said, "What kind of power is it that covers Xinghong Town and turns into a forest?"

He himself is the real person of Yangshen. He got the position of Chun, because he learned that the five elements belong to wood and the position belongs to vitality.

But even ten spring officials are in charge, it is difficult to create the situation in front of you.

"National Master..."

"Zhongguan Zheng is still alive, right inside."

The national master suddenly spoke and looked into the forest.

But with his half-immortal level eyesight, he could not see any clues.
Chapter completed!