Chapter 150: It's Really Gone This Time

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In the desert outside the region, the scorching sun hangs in the sky, and the air looks very dry.

At this moment, there was a dead silence in the deserted city, and it was almost audible to drop a needle.

Especially the powerhouses of the five major families and Liu Qingbai, they were no longer shocked, but rather stupefied!

To be honest, it's not that they haven't seen the strong in the holy realm fight.

More than 200 years ago, that mysterious strongman suddenly descended and launched a terrifying battle with the Tsar, sweeping across the entire desert outside the region.

Liu Qingbai was able to step into the legend because he understood his own "martial arts" from that battle, and after several years of retreat, he broke through in one fell swoop and successfully advanced to the legend.

But... that battle lasted for three days and three nights, what's the situation now?

Slap to death?

What are you kidding?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and they could all see the disbelief in each other's eyes.

Snapped!

The Patriarch of the Mo family punched himself, and grinned in pain: "Hiss, it's not a dream."

"..."

"..."

It is indeed not a dream.

The question is, how?

That's a real strong man in the Holy Land!

Moreover, the current czar is obviously stronger than two hundred years ago. In addition, this is an extraterritorial desert, and the czar's combat power has increased by at least 30%. Could it be that Qin Jue is the holy king?

laugh!

Before everyone could figure it out, a pillar of sand suddenly rose from the bottomless palm prints, shot straight into the sky, and spread out like a fountain.

And in the sand pillar, standing a figure, it is the Tsar!

It turns out that he is not dead!

It's just that the Tsar at the moment looks quite embarrassed,

The golden battle armor cracked dense lines and peeled off from the body, and the spear was broken in two, losing its luster.

Obviously, even if he didn't die, the damage caused by this palm is definitely not small.

But the strange thing is that the tsar's aura has not weakened, but has become stronger.

As for the Great Elder of the Sand Clan and the giant statue of the Sand Sculpture, they were not so lucky. They were directly turned into ashes under this palm, and the dead could not die any more.

"Huh? He didn't die."

Qin Jue was slightly surprised.

The power of his palm can definitely kill any holy land. Could it be that the tsar is not a holy land, but a holy king?

Thinking of this, a golden light flashed in Qin Jue's eyes, and then he frowned slightly: "It's strange, he obviously only has the Holy Realm."

The Tsar didn't know what Qin Jue was thinking, he threw away the spear casually, and said in a cold tone: "Human, you have offended me."

As these words fell, the desert outside the region suddenly shook violently, kicked up dust all over the sky, and quickly condensed several black whirlpool storms, sweeping towards Qin Jue overwhelmingly.

In this extraterritorial desert, the Tsar is like a god, as long as he is willing, he can create a black whirlpool storm at any time.

Seeing this, Qin Jue flicked his fingers lightly, and the black vortex storm that had just condensed and formed immediately exploded and dissipated with the wind.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Jue slowly raised his arm, and another giant golden palm fell from the sky. The Tsar didn't even have time to dodge, and was slapped on the ground again.

Boom!

Under the astonished gazes of Liu Qingbai and the others, a second handprint appeared on the ground, with a wider range than before.

"Should be dead this time."

Qin Jue raised his head and took a sip of wine, muttering to himself.

"No, he's not dead yet!"

Liu Qingbai screamed.

I saw the sand and dust condensed, and instantly turned into a giant thousands of feet high, towering above the sky, and the terrifying coercion spread, even Liu Qingbai and others felt a little difficult to breathe.

"Eucharist!"

Everyone was shocked.

As we all know, the Eucharist is the most powerful means in the Holy Land. Since the Tsar used the Eucharist, it meant that he really had to use his full strength.

boom!

Another giant golden palm fell, the holy body shattered, and a third handprint suddenly appeared on the ground.

Everyone: "..."

Even the tsar who performed the Eucharist was instantly killed. What is the state of this young man?

However, soon, the holy body condensed again, and the czar's aura remained undiminished.

In short, no matter how Qin Jue attacked, the Tsar could not be flattened or smashed. In less than ten minutes, the earth had been destroyed badly, but the Tsar was still intact.

"Hahaha, over the past two hundred years, although my vitality has been exhausted and I have fallen into a deep sleep, my spiritual power has already penetrated this area. As long as I am in the desert outside the territory, no one can kill me!"

The Tsar looked down at Qin Jue from a high position, and said in a serious tone: "Even if your strength is higher than mine, so what? If you continue to fight like this, you will be dragged to death by me sooner or later."

At this time, even an idiot can see that Qin Jue is far stronger than the Czar, and may even have reached the Saint King Realm, but the Czar is not afraid because of his immortality.

At this point, Qin Jue finally understood what was going on. It turned out that it was because of the sand.

In fact, Qin Jue had encountered a similar situation for the first time. It was also the case with the Saint Wuji who merged with the Everlasting Secret Realm when he was in the Promise Secret Realm.

So in the end, Qin Jue directly destroyed the Promise Secret Realm and captured the primordial soul of the Promise Saint alive.

Of course, it was impossible for Qin Jue to destroy the desert outside the territory, but it didn't take that much trouble to kill the Tsar.

"Since you can't destroy your body, what if you destroy your soul?"

Qin Jue grinned, revealing a "kind" smile.

Hearing this, the thousand-foot-tall Tsar couldn't help shivering: "What are you going to do?"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Jue swiped his finger, and the void shattered, and the tsar's huge holy body was cut into countless pieces in an instant. Then Qin Jue grabbed it with his big hand, and one of them flew towards him immediately.

"No! What are you doing!"

The palm-sized piece of dust screamed in terror as if it had life, but no matter how it struggled, it could only fall obediently into Qin Jue's hands.

Losing the control of the Tsar, the rest of the dust suddenly fell from the sky, crackling.

"Is this your soul?"

Qin Jue said with great interest.

In his hands, the sand and dust had dissipated, revealing a phantom that was as high as two fingers inside, like a chicken. Who else could there be except the Tsar?

"You, how did you find my soul?"

The Tsar said in disbelief, trying to mobilize his spiritual power to escape, but unfortunately in front of Qin Jue, let alone a saint, even a great saint, it is impossible to escape.

"It seems unnecessary to tell you this question."

"No, don't kill me, I can be your servant..."

The Tsar never thought that he would meet such a powerful human right after he recovered!

More than 200 years ago, he finally advanced to the holy realm, preparing to expand the territory and annex the surrounding forces, but was beheaded by a passing human and fell into a deep sleep.

More than two hundred years later, I thought I would merge with the foreign desert and never die again, but a more terrifying human came again!

Is this targeting me on purpose?

"No, you're too weak."

Qin Jue was expressionless, and lightly grasped with five fingers, directly pinching the Tsar's soul.

This time, the emperor of the Sand Clan is really gone.

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