The terrifying impact force made the city built by Zhurong Heavenly Destiny with countless manpower and material resources violently, and countless huge cracks were shaken open on the surrounding plains.
Boiling magma rushed out of the deep trenches and poured all the way into these rifts, and the originally intact flame runes gradually showed signs of collapse.
The flame barrier formed by the condensation of ninety-nine different flames collapsed, and the cracked flames poured down like flowing water.
These terrible flames flowed down the plains, and the scorched earth burned, and the rocks, the gravel, the soil, everything combustible and non-combustible were ignited, and then in the light of the fire turned into wisps of green smoke and rushed into the sky.
The hordes of fire corpses standing on the city walls were frozen by the terrible chill released by the bursting icebergs before they could detect the enemy.
Tens of millions of fire corpses were sealed by thick blocks of ice, and with the shaking of the earth, these fire corpses suddenly shattered and exploded into countless tiny ice slags.
The expressionless Panxi stepped on the last mountain peak and flew over, and when he was less than a hundred miles away from the city, Panxi pointed at his hand, and the huge mountain peak suddenly collapsed.
In the process of collapse, the mountain composed of earth and rock turned into a viscous plasma, and the huge plasma rapidly collapsed inward, and finally turned into a pinpoint-sized electric light.
With a flick of Panxi's fingers, the lightning rays as small as the tips of a needle brought a dazzling thin light, which shot into the city like lightning.
"Fighting Courage" The corpse man roared angrily, and he pushed forward with both hands.
The void in front of the electric light squirmed, and the two palms that were about three feet tall and shining as if they were condensed with gold shot out of the distorted void.
The two huge palms closed inward, and the electric light was heavily clamped in the hand.
With a buzzing sound, a large area of dragon-like electric light cracked, and the huge palm became transparent in the silver-blue strong light, and the terrifying plasma spread out in all directions.
Countless fire corpses were extinguished everywhere they passed, constantly exploding into red fire clouds.
With a terrible scream, the two large handprints made by the corpse Dao man were torn to pieces by the plasma, and he suddenly withdrew his hand, and the two palms of his body were densely covered with countless deep wounds that could be seen in the bones, and wisps of hot light smoke continued to emerge from his palms.
The "Poor Hand" Corpse Dao and Potchuga both had an extremely strange look.
Staring at his palm.
In the Pangu world, the corpse people also belong to the famous characters in the wilderness, and they have earth-shattering magical powers.
Not to mention anything else, his physical strength alone is far superior to that of the Terran Witch Emperor, even if it is a heaven and earth artifact, even an ordinary merit spirit treasure can't break through his body.
But Panxi used miraculous means.
Turning a mountain into earth and stone into plasma, a little highly compressed plasma shot actually easily broke through the strong body of the corpse man.
"What is the origin of this woman" Portchuga knew that the Corpse Dao Man was strong and terrifying, and even the Corpse Dao Man could be said to be the first existence in the flesh among his peers, and he had really reached the level of Vajra perfection and indestructibility.
Pan Xi can injure a corpse Dao person with a single blow, how strong does her magic power have to be to do it The corpse man jumped up, and he stared at Pan Xi angrily, the gray-white Divine Light of Silence flashing on his hands.
A trace of silver-blue remnant electricity was constantly purified and engulfed by the Silence Divine Light.
"Female Daoist, dare to ask the honorable name" The corpse Taoist stared at Pan Xi with a gloomy face.
A dusty futon crept up at his feet.
Wisps of chaotic gray gas erupted from the futon, turning into a gray Lingzhi-like cloud that protected him in the middle.
"Ask so much, what are you doing, break her for me," Zhu Rong Tianfang shouted angrily.
It took him so much effort, so much time, and so many people to drive the natives to build a fortified city that was easy to build.
Before he saw the face of an alien race, he was broken by Panxi's blow.
Just before Panxi attacked.
He was still bragging along with Potchuga and the Corpse Man, about how impregnable the city's defenses were.
The cowhide was still echoing in his ears, and Panxi suddenly attacked, shattering the ninety-nine flame enchantments with one blow, which was simply a slap in the face.
How can Zhu Rong's destiny endure it A low roar came, and dozens of Fire Lin Clan Witch Emperors who had been subdued by Zhu Rong's Heavenly Mandate stepped on the fire clouds and rushed into the sky.
The Witch Emperor of the Huolin Clan, the bloodline of the hybrid blood of the ancient human race and the Fire Qilin, is neither human nor beast, but has terrible combat power, under the premise of the same cultivation, the Witch Emperor of the Huolin Clan is one of the few powerful warriors in the Terran Tribal Alliance who can confront the elites of the Jia tribe head-on, and they fight alone.
Being able to be brought to the Panxi world by Zhurong Heavenly Mandate to participate in the life and death gambling battle, these Witch Emperors of the Huolin Clan are all top players, and each of them can single-handedly challenge three or five ordinary Terran Witch Emperors with the same level of cultivation.
The fire clouds rolled, and the Witch Emperors of the Fire Lin Clan roared in a low voice, rushing towards Panxi like a group of mad beasts.
The simple and heavy bronze Changge brought up a line of firelight, and stabbed at Panxi with a low beast roar, and dozens of bronze Changge were cut at the same time, and the Wu Emperor of these Huolin clans really slashed Panxi in accordance with the order of Zhurong Heaven's Mandate.
A ray of light flashed in Pan Xi's dark eyes, and she was suspended motionless in mid-air, allowing these powerful bronze Changge to slash at her.
When the loud noise was incessant, the Witch Emperors of the Huolin Clan swung tens of thousands of blows at Panxi with a snap of their fingers.
The joint attack of dozens of people was like a tsunami, and it fell on Panxi's body endlessly.
The flames were shining, the sparks were splashing wildly, Pan Xi's body was motionless, and the attacks of dozens of Fire Lin Clan Witch Emperors couldn't shake her in the slightest.
There is not the slightest scar on Panxi's fair and delicate skin, and the bronze Changge inherited from ancient times by the Huolin clan is incomparably sharp, but it can't cut through the slightest bit of Panxi's oily skin.
On the contrary, countless tiny cracks appeared on these bronze Changge, and the anti-shock force of Panxi's body directly hit these divine weapons.
"It's so hard," a Witch Emperor of the Huolin Clan looked at Pan Xi blankly and hissed in exclaim.
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In the next moment, Pan Xi's hands shook slightly, and her hands brought up dozens of afterimages, which lightly bombarded the bodies of these Fire Lin Clan Witch Emperors.
A low explosion was heard, and dozens of powerful Witch Emperor bodies exploded at the same time.
Then there was no more, and the bodies of these witch emperors exploded, leaving no traces.
There was no broken flesh, no broken hair, no trace of any remaining, and they were just beaten to ashes by Panxi's light punch.
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