Chapter: 8155

Venerable Tianjue thought for a while and calmed down.

He smiled lightly:

"Zhang Hanyang, these few moves of yours are indeed amazing. They can even block my demon soul sound. You have some strength, but you will die in my hands after all. I killed you before because of the majesty of the strong. Now, I Killing you is to prove the truth! I believe that taking your life will make my breakthrough smoother."

As soon as the words came out, the audience was a little shocked.

The Ninth Elder on one side said seriously:

"It seems that our head teacher is serious. Zhang Hanyang, an aborigine from Nanshan, has some strength."

"But he will still lose. The head teacher is infinitely close to the third level of crossing the catastrophe. In the second level, there are only a few people who can fight him in the entire galaxy."

In the sound of their words, Venerable Tianjue suddenly made a move.

This time, he changed his tactics again.

"Heavenly Immortal Seal!"

Crash!

I saw a huge white circle with a diameter of 10,000 meters, which was formed above.

This is a round of dharma seals, like a bright moon in the sky.

Inside the white seal, strands of black silk threads are constantly flowing, as if there are landscape paintings in it.

But one stroke appears, and then disappears quickly.

"It's a shame to take out this half-level seal."

Zhang Han shook his head, looked up, and raised his hands.

"Pluto Blood Soul Seal."

hum!

At the beginning, the palm-sized imprint flew straight up from Zhang Han's hand.

It's not even noticeable without looking closely, but it's fast.

Like the brilliance of rice grains, it competes with the bright moon.

It's like a mayfly shaking a tree, it's not in the same level at all.

The results are jaw-dropping.

The palm-sized black mark shattered everything.

The Celestial Immortal Seal cast by Venerable Tianjue is extremely huge, yet so vulnerable.

Even Pluto's Blood Soul Seal didn't lose any energy at all. If it was suppressed, it would still make Taoist Tianjue scramble.

"This, this is?"

Venerable Tai Lun, who was at the fourth level of Transcending Tribulation in the distance, shrank his pupils: "This imprint has such a terrifying aura, this person... this person can never be an aborigine!"

"Damn, I almost got tricked!"