"Your Pantheon is not alive, but you dare to go to the secular world to cause trouble for me. You also try to unify the secular world and enslave all mankind, and you will die!"

But Ye Tian said coldly, stepping out suddenly, and slapped down with a palm.

Hissing!

A brilliant golden light appeared on the edge of the palm, spreading continuously, and soon the whole person was wrapped in a golden divine light, with a stream of light and awesomeness, looking more like a god than Ameth, majestic and powerful, and his aura shocked the world.

In the palm of the palm, there are even more terrifying energy intertwined, surging and surging Taoist traces.

"die!"

Amid the cold words, Ye Tian pressed his palm and slapped Ames who wanted to escape.

Boom!

The void shook, and a giant golden palm with a diameter of nearly ten meters was pressed down, like a golden sky curtain pressing down.

On the giant palm, five-colored thunder jumped, with the roar of wind and thunder, and the gorgeous light was like rising golden flames. It was Ye Tian who activated the blood and energy in his body to the extreme.

"not good!"

The moment he saw Ye Tian coming out of his palm, the Lord Ames felt something was wrong. He felt that Ye Tian's palm was like the sky-turning seal raised by the ancient god. With one palm, the mountains and rivers were lost, the sun and the moon were gone, and even the universe was shattered.

A stream of death instantly surged the entire body of the Lord Ameth.

At this time, he rushed to the bronze gate, but there was no time to break the door. The giant palm like a palm fan suddenly reversed the sky and rushed towards the giant golden palm that Ye Tian slapped.

His palm also had an unrivaled power. With one palm, a terrifying aura emanated from his palm, giving people a sense of strong oppression that seemed to be able to crush the sky.

This move is his unique skill, the God-breaking Hand, and blesses the Ice Divine Palm!

Boom!

The palms were shaking, and a roar like thunder broke out, and a wave of white air that could be seen in the naked eye was blown away. The torrent rushed out from all directions. Wherever he passed, the wind was howling, and even the ground was lifted up, flying sand and stones.

When the white air waves roared, there was a crisp sound of bone cracks.

"ah……"

The Lord Amethy screamed and staggered back. His entire right hand, from his fingertips to his wrist, was like cooked noodles, hanging softly, and it looked like he had lost the support of his bones.

Ye Tian, ​​although his entire golden giant palm was still intact, was covered with a thick layer of ice crystals, as if it had turned into an ice sculpture.

Suddenly, a golden light shone out suddenly in the golden palm covered by ice crystals, and a golden flame immediately ignited.

As the golden flames burned, all the ice crystals melted in an instant and fell down, revealing the body of the divine palm like a divine gold glass.

Boom!

Facing the Lord Ameth, the Golden God Palm fell down again.

Although the transformed golden light palm was only ten meters in size, it was ten times more majestic than an ancient sacred mountain in the eyes of the Lord Ames.

"Stop! I am the Lord of the Pantheon, dare you kill me?" Lord of the Armes suddenly screamed, and threw a golden cone in his hand, like a golden thunderbolt, instantly slashing through several feet of the void and stabbed it onto the giant golden palm.

"die!"

Ye Tian ignored it and let the golden cone pierce it and slapped it down with a palm.

At that moment, even though the basement was protected by the defensive formation patterns, the walls were constantly cracking under his shocking roar, and the defensive runes were constantly disillusioned, and the entire Wanbing Pavilion building was even more shocked.

"Oh! No wonder I'm not bad. If you want to blame me, you're too high-profile. No matter whether you are a murderer or not, you're still worthy of death."

In the hall of Wanbing Pavilion, the white-haired old man twisted his beard with his hands and sighed softly.

"Oh no, it really started fighting. The people from the Pantheon took action first and wanted to kill people and seize treasures."

Outside Wanbing Pavilion, a follower of Prince Huo Ape said angrily, unable to wait to take action.

This tribe has extremely keen perception, and can hear movements in the house through the thick walls.

They could be sure that the people inside the house had started fighting.

"Prince, what should we do? If the treasure is stolen by the people of the Pantheon, our Fire Ape clan will be useless. The Pantheon already has a magical artifact. If there is another magical artifact, the other one will be reduced, and the other will be depressed. "A Fire Ape clan will only be suppressed, and may even be exterminated." A Fire Ape fights with his master and suggests that he enter the Wanbing Pavilion now.

"Not good, the White Ape Elder hasn't come back yet." Another Fire Ape follower thought it was not the time to take action, so he had to wait until the White Ape Elder returned with the ape killing weapon before making plans.

In the end, all eyes were gathered on Prince Huo Ape, and everyone wanted to hear his decision.

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get a tiger's son? When the uncle ape comes back, the treasure in the young man's body will probably have been stolen by the Pantheon long ago. Now, while both of them are injured, we will go to the fisherman to benefit and take action!"

With the order from the Prince of Fire Ape, a group of fire apes rushed towards the gate of Wanbing Pavilion like a group of killing gods.

Guarding at the gate of Wanbing Pavilion are the divine weapons of the Temple of Wanbing Temple, all of which are descendants of the gods. They contain thin divine blood in their bodies, all of which are capable of fighting against ten.

However, facing a group of ferocious fire apes, these magic weapons were not enough to see enough, and the defense line was soon broken.

At this time, in the basement, a battle was coming to an end.

The golden cone thrown by the Lord Ameth is naturally impossible to make it work, and it was swallowed by the world in Ye Tian's palm.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Tian's golden divine palm pressed down, slapped the head of the Lord Amethian god like the sky-turning seal sacrificed by the ancient god.

"Don't even want to kill me if you are just an ordinary ant!" Lord Ames shouted.

boom!

Outside his body, a vast white mist suddenly burst out, emitting a bone-cold cold current. The mist quickly condensed into ice, covering his whole body.

The ice layer spread rapidly and expanded, firmly condensed with the ground, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a miniature iceberg six or seven meters high, crossing its way in front of Ye Tian.

Boom!

The Chaos Golden Light God Palm slapped down, and under the heavy pressure of ten thousand pounds, the miniature iceberg exploded instantly.

The hard ice and the hot steam were shot away like debris of shells, shooting a wall full of holes.

Ye Tian's Chaos Golden Light Divine Palm was exhausted and it broke out like an iceberg, turning into a storm of vitality.

The Lord Ames was unhindered and rushed out of the broken iceberg. He did not escape, but instead punched Ye Tian with a sudden punch.

He knew he could not escape, and he wanted to survive, so he had to fight to the death.

"Ignorance Junior, do you really think my gods are soft persimmons? Can you please control it?"

At this moment, the wrath and fighting spirit of the Lord Ameth had reached the extreme, his body of divine blood was boiling, his head was long and his hair was dancing wildly, and his splendor burst out from his pupils, as if he was a killing god.
Chapter completed!