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The old man was already at the peak of sky origin stage. He was not considered weak among the seven of them. They were also very clear about Zhuang Tianya\'s strength. It was impossible for him to kill the old man with a single palm so easily.

"After sleeping for ten thousand years, I\'ve almost forgotten the feeling of killing. It turns out that it still feels so good. It\'s your honor to die at my hands, hahahaha...Hahahaha...Hahahahaha ..." The man chuckled to himself.

​ As he laughed, his white-haired face gradually shriveled up, as if he was a skeleton wrapped in human skin.

Netherdeath puppet! Ling Chuxi exclaimed in her heart.

But immediately, the face began to fill up again, and the face of a young man appeared in front of him. He looked to be in his early thirties, but his eyes were filled with endless vicissitudes.

It was obvious that this person was different from the netherworld puppets that Ling Chuxi had seen before. She did not know why, but when she looked at that aged face, Ling Chuxi felt a little familiar.

"Dark night ... Dark night ... Oh no, he\'s from the Dark Clan." An old man seemed to have thought of something. He cried out in alarm and ran away.

The other old men saw the opportunity and also fled in the direction they came from.

"Since you didn\'t leave earlier, then don\'t leave now." Cangye Ming laughed as he sent out another palm strike.

A transparent wave of air surged like a sea wave and instantly enveloped them.

"Ah ..." Amidst the screams, the elders \'bodies quickly withered. In just a few breaths, they fell to the ground like a pile of mud.

"Can\'t even withstand a single blow!" Cang Ming shook his head dispiritedly and returned to his previous position. He sat down cross-legged once again and formed that mysterious hand seal.

Ling Chuxi\'s back was already drenched in cold sweat.

Dark sky night, dark sky night! It was the Dark Clan\'s hotshot! It was just as he had guessed. This person was the Big Shot who had been hiding behind the scenes!

He remembered that Huangfu qingjue and the sword spirit had said that one\'s strength would be greatly reduced after using the revival technique. However, one\'s strength would still be so terrifying even after the major reduction.

Those seven old men were the reclusive experts of the thousand Ridge. In terms of strength, they were not inferior to the sect\'s experts of the sage realm. However, they could not even withstand one palm from him. It was hard to imagine how strong he was before he was reborn.

Ling Chuxi quietly stuck her head out and looked in Ming cangye\'s direction. She only took one look before turning her head away. Her entire body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave.

At the foot of the mountain where Ming cangye was, hundreds of dried corpses lay sprawled on the ground. They had long since lost all signs of life. The scene was like the legendary purgatory of Asura.

Judging from their clothes, they were the disciples of the shadowkill style, the slaughter breaking style, the Zhuang family, and the wild blade sect.

Ling Chuxi finally understood why Ming cangye had not appeared until the moment situ Wuying had died. It turned out that he had been trying to absorb the spiritual energy of the elites of these major forces.

Cangye Ming\'s eyes suddenly flashed as he slowly stood up and stared at the bottomless abyss for a long time.

"BOOM!" Another loud sound came from the depths of the earth. The white light that shot up to the sky brightened a little more. A vague and illusory stalwart figure also quietly appeared in the light and shadow. It became clearer and clearer. It had also cultivated a spiritual body.

Light and shadow intersected, projecting that imposing figure into the sky. It was as if an ancient giant had traversed the heavens and earth, and everything in the world had submitted to his feet.

The Cang Yuan partial will had appeared!