Looking along the line of sight of the three Doumen cultivators, you can see that Liu Zhengyang and the other three are still looking down at them, grinning at them. No matter how you look at the scene, the scene is very scary, because the three Doumen cultivators all feel that they are very similar. Fish meat on a cutting board.

Of course, they were already mortal people.

Death or not death really makes no difference to them.

They just couldn't accept that Liu Zhengyang and others were still intact.

They have all burned the source of life, burst out all the power, and even cut off the vitality of the body. But even so, they couldn't really hurt... No! To be precise, they couldn't even hurt a single hair of Liu Zhengyang and the other three!

Is it too much?

"You guys just blew yourself up, right?" Liu Zhengyang sighed: "It's an old-fashioned but effective trick. Every time I see someone use it, I feel very tragic. It's a pity that even if you have sacrificed everything, you can only die in vain. That's it, nothing changes."

Zhong Qinglei gloated and said: "Liu Zhengyang, it's not right for you to say this, how can you say that they can't change anything? In your words, they are in Cao Ying and Han, and they would rather sacrifice themselves to blow up a large group of Doumen. Cultivator, weaken Doumen's strength."

The sect master of Panmen looked in the direction of Heyin City, and said with sympathy and compassion: "How pitiful, there are so many monks in Heyin City, and there should be many innocent children inside, but they were bombed completely without knowing what happened. The ashes are gone, and Doumen doesn't know how long it will take to ease his breath."

The three Doumen cultivators were all furious.

If they hadn't completely run out of fuel, they would probably have to get up and work hard with the Sect Master Panmen.

But the anger was overdone, and they calmed down instead.

Maybe you know that it's useless to be angry.

One of the Doumen monks suddenly asked: "I want to ask the last question, what is the matter with your unshakable defense?"

There is no doubt that it was the gray light curtain that allowed Liu Zhengyang and others to survive the explosion of the three Doumen cultivators.

That is, the power from the power of the altar.

Zhong Qinglei and Panmen Sect Master felt that their physical strength was improving, and that was the reason.

However, it is obviously impossible for Liu Zhengyang to tell his secret.

He said angrily, "Go to **** and ask the King of Hell, and you'll know."

The three Doumen monks did not speak.

When a gust of breeze blew slowly, the completely withered bodies of the three of them were like a pile of loose yellow sand, completely dispersed with the wind and disappeared without a trace. Seeing that the three Doumen cultivators were completely dead, Liu Zhengyang and others did not waste any time and slowly embarked on their return journey.

"Liu Zhengyang, can you talk about how far you have developed the altar?" On the way back, Zhong Qinglei said excitedly and inexplicably: "You sneakily developed this trick, and you didn't tell us, you know what we are. feel it?"

"The altar? What's going on?" The Sect Master of Panmen asked: "Is the gray power that protected us just now from the so-called altar? What kind of existence is that? Why can the altar make us so powerful? And where is that altar?"

The door owner of Panmen stared at Liu Zhengyang from head to toe, but could not see any clues.