boom!

Shred like a star falling!

The already shattered ground was instantly evaporated by violent bursts of light and heat. A terrifying muffled sound spread from the ground for dozens of miles. Wherever the sound wave passed, the earth cracked and the mud and sand swelled like the sea!

"division……"

All this happened too quickly and quickly. Even the closest Taoist Qingming was only able to feel a flash in front of him and was immediately blown out by the violent waves of air.

When he returned to his senses, the entire mountain gate had completely become ruins, the mountain was broken, the ground collapsed, and the terrifying cracks spread, dividing the land of hundreds of miles into two.

Under the earth's crust, there is even magma gushing!

"How dare you be so arrogant in evil beasts!!"

After several moments of silence, a violent roar suddenly burst out from the earth.

Like the tide ink color spreading layer by layer, wherever it passes, whether it is mud, sand, earth, stone, or the void spirit, it is swallowed up.

boom!

The ink color soared into the sky, a stern and obscure atmosphere spread everywhere, sweeping over a hundred miles, invading the world, just like an ancient demon god descending to the world. Its aura was so terrifying that the mountains lost their color for a while.

The disciples of Cangjiangmen who escaped hundreds of miles away couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts, and felt even more sad.

"The ancestor, he has fallen!"

boom!

Almost no matter how one goes, the moment when the ink color soars into the sky, the blood and energy that are as bright as the sun blooms.

For a moment, the world was filled with two colors, fighting each other, colliding wildly, and a huge roar spread, as if the nine heavens of thunderstorms were descending among the mountains.

A hundred miles, the mountains and forests within a thousand miles were covered by wind and thunder. As the air flow whistled, the plants and trees were all hidden, and thousands of horses were all hidden.

"Master!"

In the smoke and dust, many disciples of Cangjiangmen flew out like straw. Some were shocked and screamed, some were eyes bursting, and others were trembling and terrifying.

Such horror is no longer something that ordinary rank masters can achieve.

Destroy the city and the mountains, moving like stars falling, the earth shattered...

The scene that only exists in the legend suddenly becomes a reality in front of you, and the shock it brings to the crowd is beyond description.

Click!

In the cracked earth, Yang Yu threw his hands casually, and seven flying swords had nailed the Zhucang Jiangmen disciples who had been culled to the ruins.

"I'm so resistant to fighting!"

This punch naturally did not fail, and the magical power of "在回" and Tongyou are in harmony with Tongyou.

Wherever you see, the fist seal will hardly fall into nothing. With just one press, the body of the "Three-foot Taoist" has turned into powder.

But he was not dead, or in other words, the unknown ghost who took his body forced to hold on to the punch...

"A bad beast!"

With the sound of old age echoing with pain, in the ink that soared into the sky, the figure with no facial features spread out his arms, and his broken body condensed again:

"Damn it, it's..."

Bang!

The fist seal spread across the sky, rumbling and rumbling. Yang Yu went from the earth to the sky, and the fist light penetrated into the sky, and the sound wave echoed, smashing it into pieces again:

“Too much nonsense!”

With the help of the Cancan divine light, Yang Yu's breath was violent, he walked in the sea of ​​ink, and punched again, tearing the deep ink color like night to pieces!

"Divine Court Killing Dao?! You are..."

The old voice was shocked and angry:

"The ancestor 'Xu Ri', and Si Mo Tianzun..."

boom!

The fist light penetrated the sky like thunder falling from the sky, drowned the sound of shock and anger, and once again tore the sea of ​​ink apart.

Bang!

The flesh and blood splattered, and the "Three-foot Taoist" was like a rag bag, and was heavily shrouded into the sea of ​​ink.

"A bad beast!"

The Taoist ghost, who claimed to be "The Ancestor Xuri", coughed up blood with great pain, and a trace of shock and anger flashed through his heart.

Because of the influence of the Sanchi Taoist, he only thought that Nanling was just a lucky person who had achieved fortune in later generations.

But once he fought, he realized that something was wrong. This person's mastery of magical powers was no less than that of the God of Killing in the Heavenly Court's "Fighting, Fighting, and Thunder" division!

How could this be a future generation without inheritance?

He was shocked and angry. When he coughed up blood and flew back, he caused a lot of ink sea to flow back: "The ancestor 'Xu Ri' is..."

"No matter who you are!"

Once he took action and gained the upper hand, Yu Yang would not hesitate at all. He smashed the heavy airflow during his steps and hit him down with another punch.

boom!

As the sea of ​​ink surging, huge shields suddenly blocked the fist and then shattered!

Bang!

Yang Yu's fist flashed, and many giant shields were broken one after another, but these giant shields were shattered but not dispersed.

The blue light flashed in the tide of black light, and it turned into a crisscrossed with great demons with angrily eyes and thorny muscles.

"Giant Spirit Magic Shield!"

"Golden armor protects you!"

"Six Jia and Liu Ding!"

"All diseases are plagued!"

"Stay calm!"

...

The sea of ​​ink surging, and in less than a moment, hundreds of Taoist magic powers rose up, rolling like a torrent and killing, with a huge momentum, even overwhelming the qi and blood light of Yang Yu for a moment.

"It's just a sign!"

Yang Yu smiled coldly.

After experiencing the story of the demon child, he no longer believes that no one can die, but what is certain is that.

As powerful as that demon child, he could not leave any Taoist fruits and supernatural powers in his previous life. He was just a rival to his great success.

He didn't know who this old guy was, but he would never bring back so many magical powers and Taoist techniques.

Sometimes, he had just thought about it and had crashed into the Black Sea, allowing all kinds of magical channels to roll in,

Just a punch!

Bang!

The body is like a bow, and the fist is like an arrow!

The ancestor Xuri retreated for less than ten miles and heard a dull explosion. In the distance, the "Xuhe" he called out had been completely penetrated.

This time, he finally changed his color.

The strong will of the person in front of him exceeded his imagination, and what he could not understand was that.

Even if the ancient killing god returns after the disaster, it is unreasonable that the nine-bright divine power can burst out in the ten capitals...

"Wait, ancestor..."

Bang!

Under the fist, Yang Yu saw the facial features of the ancestor Xuri who was shrouded in darkness. He seemed to be ferocious and unwilling.

But without any hesitation, punched one after another, and in an instant, he made eighteen punches, completely exploding the deep black in the mountains!

"ah!"

Unwilling to the extreme, the loud roar resounded throughout the sea of ​​clouds. The black fog dissipated in the mountains and forests and was torn by the fist.

“Huh?”

Yang Yu was about to close his fist, but his mind suddenly moved, and the magical power from the Beidou Dao Fruit trembled.

His eyes followed and saw a phantom that even the sky eye could not capture was escaping, escaping at a very fast speed.

"Can you bear this?"

Yang Yu was a little surprised, but then he stepped into the air and grabbed the five fingers in the void!

His grab was so fierce that the wind and spiritual qi were squeezed out into a thunderstorm-like explosion, and he finally grabbed a wisp of black mist that was escaping.

"squeak!!!"

A harsh scream also rang out.

"This is?"

Yang Yu glanced at him and couldn't help but look strange.

A mouse with long fangs was pinched by his eyes and screamed in tears.
Chapter completed!