"His spirit is cheering, his body is jumping for joy, and he is enjoying this fight..."

In a dimension beyond reality, the gods and demons in the sky watched this battle and felt more and more pressure from the younger generation.

"Aren't all martial arts lunatics like this? The most important thing is that there is something interesting brewing in his body, are you right? Xuan Yi?"

After the narrow teasing, a kind and gentle voice sighed quietly.

"Amitabha, the martial arts talent of Donor Xiao Zhao is simply astonishing. Two years ago, he couldn't even understand the [Iron Cloth Shirt]. Two years later, his [Golden Bell Hood] actually reached the state of returning to nature, only one step away.

Stepping into the divine realm..."

"Then how does he compare with your disciple?"

"Yes, if your disciple hadn't advanced to legend early, the leader of the [God List] might be his!"

"Haha, I don't care about such monks in vain."

"Just because you don't care, doesn't mean that your hot-blooded disciple doesn't care either. He is willing to watch Zhao Yinshun become a powerful figure in the world and become a benchmark for martial arts in the eyes of the world?"

"Mi Chen is the reincarnation of a god, and his fame in mortal world is just a passing cloud. Moreover, he has completed his skills and is in seclusion to regain his strength. When he comes out of seclusion, the world will naturally know his honorary title."

"Wait until he comes out of seclusion? Maybe Zhao Yinshun will become a saint when he comes out of seclusion!"

"You and Duan Musui both belong to the [Holy Master]. Your disciples can't compare to others, but you're not in a hurry?! Are you a bit promising?"

"Amitabha, Xiao Zhao, the benefactor, is blessed with talents. If he can be conferred a saint through martial arts, it will be a great blessing for China."

"In addition, Mr. Duanmu's teaching level is indeed far better than mine. This poor monk is willing to be inferior."

"…………"

The rolling emotions set off waves of energy storms in the void. Seeing that the gods and demons with twisted personalities could not move the heart-broken old monk, they could only turn their eyes back to the battlefield.

On the Conferring God Stage, the fierce battle has entered a fever pitch. The burly giant more than three meters tall brandished the Fangtian Painted Halberd, roaring through the air like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring, releasing a terrifying shock wave of explosions.

Opposite him, the streamlined and slender figure showed a violent side that was inconsistent with his body shape. He collided head-on with the giant without showing any signs of weakness. Every move of his hands and feet made the air ripple like water, as if he wanted to crush the world!

Centered on the two warring parties, the earth sank one after another, and continuous shock waves swept across the entire Fengshen Platform. "Craters" of various sizes appeared on the boundless battlefield, just like the surface of the moon.

The substantial gilded Gang Qi was shattered again and again, and the legendary [Star Reaching Hand] was gradually suppressed by mythical moves. A mysterious feeling rippled in Zhao Yinshun's heart, and something was vaguely ready to come out.

"He's going to lose! He's going to lose!"

Outside the Conferred God Stage, the onlookers wearing Hu costumes were very excited. Only Tokusatsu Mizuo, who stood out among the crowd, looked solemn and solemn.

At his level, he can already notice that Zhao Yinshun is using his junior brother to hone his skills!

It seems that he is at a disadvantage, but in fact he sets limits on himself and accepts external stimulation in a bottlenecked manner.

And Lu Zhuozhou is brave, so the strength that helps him break through the entrance is greater!

Use actual combat as a stepping stone, use genius as a millstone, and capture the hidden opportunities for transformation in the light of swords and shadows...

What a shocking understanding is this?

What kind of terrifying self-confidence?

The battle over fate that can affect an individual, a sect, a race, or even a country seems to be just a game in his eyes.

Phew~

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, De Songmi Zhuo felt the arrogance of Zhao Yinshun's contempt for all living beings in his bones, and it took him a long time to suppress the throbbing in his heart.

"Yamosa Futa Tat Nai Emperor Bi Yao..."

After reciting the secret mantra, the fear in his chest gradually disappeared. The tall and mighty man's eyes returned to clarity, and he calmly stared at the bloody battle on the altar of gods.

Junior Brother Lu Zhuo's body and soul have reached the limit of endurance, but Lord Wu An's potential is still bottomless...

Next time, let me come and meet the Luck True Dragon of the Damin Empire in person!

Click~

The fist as big as a casserole made a crisp and explosive sound. Tokusatsu Mizuo took one last deep look at the battlefield, turned around and left without any regrets.

Seeing that Lord Wu An, who was in serious trouble, was about to be defeated by Lu Zhuo's halberd, a group of young men in Hu clothes asked strangely.

"Senior Brother Desonmi Zhuo? Where are you going?"

"It's going to end soon, don't you see it until the end?"

"The winner has been decided, I want to go back to practice in seclusion!"

He waved his hands with his back to the junior brothers, and the tall and burly figure disappeared in the crowd in the blink of an eye. The remaining people couldn't help but look at each other.

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.

As if breaking through the invisible film, the mysterious transformation that had been brewing to the extreme was suddenly released, and it collapsed in an instant, condensing into a mysterious pattern of laws.

[Golden Bell Cover]: lv.99 (Return to Void/Bottleneck) → lv.100 (Hedao)

[Star Reaching Hand]: lv.99 (Return to Void/Bottleneck) → lv.100 (Hedao)

"The golden bell shield [Emblem of Truth] fragments evolve, and the [Golden Bell Gangqi] expertise is upgraded to [Legendary SSS Level]."

"The fragments of Star Reacher's [Emblem of Truth] evolve, and the specialty of [Reaching for Stars and Moon] is upgraded to [Legendary SSS Level]."

boom!

Defeating Lu Zhuo with one move, Zhao Yinshun exhaled a long breath of satisfaction. The three-foot-thick light golden aura surrounding his body slowly shrank, collapsing into a translucent gilt film as thin as cicada wings on the body surface, and finally became completely invisible.

It disappears, leaving only the jade-like warm skin glow.

He raised his bloody hands, and the slender fingers that were like works of art no longer had any good flesh. The sharp Fang Tian Painting Halberd made vicious cuts. In some places, white bones could even be seen.

Gently moving his five fingers, waves of sharp stings invaded his nerves. Zhao Yinshun grinned with a strange smile and slowly raised his palms...

Raise your hand to reach for the stars, raise your hand to reach for the moon!

The Eight Wastelands and Liuhe are endless!

"Roar!"

A majestic roar exploded not far away. Lu Zhuo, who was charging madly, suddenly felt his scalp numb. He subconsciously looked up and saw an illusory palm-shaped light falling down like a mountain.

Lu Zhuo: “…………”

boom!

Following Zhao Yinshun's downward movement, a giant palm with a diameter of more than ten meters fell from the sky, instantly creating a huge palm-shaped crater with clear five fingers on the ground.

In the center of the pothole, Lu Zhuo was like an insect that had been beaten to death, and his whole body fell into the ground.

The powerful palm force shattered the phantom of light and flame, penetrated directly into the internal organs, dispersed the condensed Qi in the meridians, cracked the bones and muscles, and made Lu Zhuo unable to move at all in a short period of time.

Zhao Yinshun walked leisurely to the edge of the huge pit and looked down at the embarrassed figure in the center of the pit. Zhao Yinshun raised his hand to grasp with his five fingers hooked.

Bah~

The body-protecting flame that had just condensed was once again extinguished, and the invisible energy strangled Lu Zhuo's throat, revealing the clearly visible marks of his five fingers.

As Zhao Yinshun raised his hand, his burly body was slowly picked up in the air, and the mark on his throat tightened little by little.

Unable to breathe, Lu Zhuo subconsciously grabbed at his throat, but he could only grab air.

"No, no, no, no..."

Lu Zhuo's face gradually turned purple as he struggled in vain, and a steady stream of fierce energy poured into his neck from the air, destroying his resistance bit by bit.

Lifting Lu Zhuo high into the air from a distance of more than ten meters, Zhao Yinshun looked up at his desperate struggle, smiled and nodded to him.

"You are very nice. I hope you can bring me more surprises next time."

"Well……"

Lu Zhuo, whose face was green and black, seemed to want to say something, but his throat was strangled and he could only let out a muffled gasp. Before he could make any bold words, Zhao Yinshun's slender fingers slowly and ferociously contracted and clenched, and then fiercely

Twist it hard.

Click~

His thick neck was bent at a weird angle, and Lu Zhuo's eyes were as wide as bells, staring at Zhao Yinshun, as if he wanted to remember him deep in his bones.

Released his five fingers, the heavy corpse fell from the air, and the scattered flames slowly extinguished around him, like falling fireworks, with a hint of inexplicable sadness.

Pa da ~

The corpse fell back into the center of the palm-shaped pit. Zhao Yinshun looked directly at the turbulent tide of luck and stretched out his hand to grasp it.

【Deprivation of Destiny】!

Deprive creation, [God] +11

【Agility】+13

【Power】+15

【Fine】+14

【Qi】+17

【Body】+19

【Root Bone】+3
To be continued...