nine coffins

Chapter 467
When Po Jun got angry, his blood spilled across the sea.

The Pojun of Flying Heaven Tribulation Realm is really like a peerless god of killing.The black cloak faced the wind, and Po Jun stood in the void, resembling a black eagle flying into the sky.A single punch is full of brilliance, it can break through all obstacles, and no one can stop it.

boom--

The fist light scattered, and the black mist filled the sky.

Seven demon servants flew upside down at the same time, and the demon servant who was hit by Pojun's fist flew hundreds of feet like a kite with a broken string.

Too desolate to break the army, worthy of being the general who killed the god.Goodbye, the demon servant who flew out, the power of blessing on his body was actually scattered by Po Jun's punch.

The black robe flew away like a butterfly, and his body directly turned into blood mist.It's a pity that the demon servant who may have come from Qingyuan Miao's family fell instantly.

The seven demons are connected as one.Now that one person has fallen, the seven demon servants are immediately torn open.

Although the blessings of the other six people are still there, but one person is missing, and the power of the blessings dims instantly.Now it is no longer possible to exert the power of just now.

"Sea Desolation Demon Servant, that's all!" Po Jun sneered.At this time, the green light in his eyes was even stronger, and it was gradually turning red.

Breaking the army will not give too many opportunities to the demon servants. All the battles of the monks in the robbery are in the blink of an eye.And at this time, Po Jun couldn't fully grasp the situation in the Nether Back Mountain.

Because, only Po Jun understands that the seemingly safe and sound Nether Back Mountain is not as peaceful as it appears on the surface.

Quick battle is the best choice for breaking the army.One more moment, one more risk.

Goodbye, Pojun's great cloak flutters in the air, and the endless flying power, like a form, spreads into the void.Roaring like waves, Po Jun's murderous aura rose again.

There is a four-level gap between Feitianjie and Shuijie. Unless there is a heaven-defying treasure like the magic coffin, it is absolutely difficult to fill the gap in level.

Although Pojun's aura is strong, it still can't completely deter the demon servant.Although the remaining six demon servants were sent flying just now, fortunately they were not seriously injured.

At this time, the six demon servants stood proudly in the distance, still guarding their positions.

"Kill!" The mighty pressure of the flying sky radiated out, and the wind of Pojun's fist was like a tiger like a dragon, and it roared into the void.

In fact, if it weren't for the strange power of the six demon servants, just the coercion of Po Jun could have imprisoned the six water robbery demon servants.But at this time, because of the strange blessing, they were not affected at all.

"Hmph!" However, Po Jun sneered.

Because even if these demon servants are not afraid of coercion, they can hardly resist their own fist style.The great power in the robbery realm, who doesn't use spells first, but only uses fist wind to kill the enemy, Po Jun is definitely the only one in the sea.

With one punch, everything can be broken.

In the moment of breaking the army, there was only one punch, but the wind of the six fists attacked the six demon servants respectively.At this time, one person is missing from the Seven Demon Formation, which means that the formation has been broken. Although there are six enemies and one, no one dares to challenge the Po Jun's punch.

The six demon servants, each casting spells, have no offensive power at all, only self-defense.

Boom-boom-

The six people showed their best skills, and Huaguang gathered and scattered.

"Wow--"

The six mighty Water Tribulations, all spraying blood, were on the verge of falling, barely blocking Po Jun's fist wind.At this moment, there is no need to think too much, as long as Po Jun punches again.I am afraid that these six demon servants will all fall.

"Kill the demon servant?"

Po Jun suddenly had an inexplicable excitement in his heart.You know, whoever dares to move the demon servant on the sea wasteland is probably one of the most mysterious and powerful existences above the sea wasteland.

Probably only Mo Lang himself or the green demon knows how many catastrophes Mo Lang has forged while walking in the sea and wasteland.

Kill the demon servant!From another point of view, it is indeed a very glorious thing.

The corners of Po Jun's mouth curved up, and the wind of his fist suddenly rose, like a hurricane hovering, destroying everything!There are actually only five styles of Pojun's punches, but each style is stronger and stronger than the first style, and each style is more powerful than the first style.

A punch that breaks the army can shatter the great mountains, rivers and mountains, and destroy the starry sky.

At this time, it was considered as the third punch, and Po Jun had killed a Ziyou envoy of Huo Jie with the third punch in the past.Now, with the resurgence of the boxing style, Po Jun couldn't help but recall the high spirits of Taihuang's sword pointing at the Four Regions back then.

The six demon servants were churning with anger and blood.The aftermath of the punch just now has not dissipated, but Po Jun's third punch has come.It's still a one-style boxing, six-way boxing style, but the green light is rolled up in the tornado.In the void, six whirlwinds rolled up at the same time, carrying the bloody aura unique to the Ghost Palace of the Immortal Ghost Sect.

If Po Jun's punch was carried out, the six demon servants would probably not be spared, and all of them would turn into blood mist.

The Flying Tribulation Realm is complete, unless it is a true immortal, no one can forcefully shake the fist of Pojun.

However, at this moment, an extremely powerful force appeared in the void, instantly covering and imprisoning everything.That force, like the scorching sun behind the ice and snow, instantly melts and changes everything.

Whoo-oh-

The wind of the Six Paths Fist came whistling, but when it approached the six demon cultivators, at the moment when it was most powerful, there was a sudden pause, and then it instantly turned into tangible green smoke, curling up.

The smoke dissipated, and the fist wind disappeared.

"Huh?" Po Jun couldn't help raising his eyebrows.who is it?There is such a great power.

Goodbye, I don't know when, a young monk wearing a Shuiyun Taoist robe appeared safely in front of the six demon servants.Everything just now, as if nothing happened.

When Po Jun saw it at this moment, he couldn't help but secretly sucked in a breath of air.From returning to the ghost palace again, Po Jun's spiritual consciousness has been scattered, sensing everything in the entire ghost city, but he didn't feel the arrival of this young monk at all.

If Feitian's consciousness is regarded as nothing, then at least it is at the level of a true immortal, and it is by no means an ordinary true immortal.

The young monk stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were clear, and he looked at Po Jun without sadness or joy.

Forever calm and breezy, forever blue devil.

Green Devil!
At this time, Po Jun had already guessed the identity of the young monk in front of him.Above the deserted sea, who else has such power?Who else has such a bearing?

The cloud is calm and the wind is light, but without a slight sway, he broke his third style of boxing.

The celestial girl Demon Lang has disappeared for many years.Po Jun believed that in the entire Sea Desolate Continent, only the Green Devil could have such power.

The number one evildoer in the sea wasteland, the green devil!

"I have admired the name of the green demon for a long time, and I saw it today, it is really wonderful, extraordinary!" Po Jun sneered, but this compliment was indeed sincere.This was really the first time he saw the green devil.For a long time, Po Jun had only heard of the Sea Desolate Green Demon, but never seen him.

"It's too desolate to break the army, and its reputation is well-deserved!" Qing Mozi looked at Po Jun and smiled lightly, "But, do you know that whoever kills my demon servant must die under the demon?"

"Haha!" Po Jun looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "Whoever kills my demon servant will surely die under the demon?"

"Qing Mozi, the only demon body in the three realms is my young master. The demon of the demon man is just a fake demon. Why do you have to play tricks, deceive yourself and others, and describe yourself as a demon? What if you kill your demon servant?"

"True devil, fake devil, who can tell?" Qing Mozi looked at Po Jun without any anger, and then said flatly, "But, you must not survive tonight!"

Qingmozi's tone was always indifferent, but Pojun Xingjun could feel the cold killing intent in his words.

"Not necessarily!" Po Jun looked at Qing Mozi coldly, the red light in his eyes gradually dissipated.

"Not necessarily?" Qing Mozi suddenly felt that Po Jun was very ridiculous, "Po Jun, you are still hiding your cultivation. But, let me tell you, the first stage of the true immortal is perfect, and it is vulnerable in front of me! Don't say that my realm is so high For you, in your state, I can kill you during the wind disaster, so you don't have to fantasize about it."

Qingmozi's tone was calm, and Qingmozi never uttered wild words.Although his words are always considered arrogant.However, almost everything the Green Devil said came true.

"Hmm?" Po Jun couldn't help being startled when he heard Qing Mozi reveal his true cultivation level.

The Great Consummation of the True Immortal is indeed the true realm of Pojun.After ten thousand years of practice, he finally stepped into the Realm of Immortals, Po Jun was extremely conceited about his combat power.

Otherwise, the emperor of Taihuang would never sacrifice himself.The Battle of Blackwater will not be the remnants of Pojun Commander Taihuang.

"Not long ago, in the Eastern Ridge and Western Regions, I beheaded a hunchbacked white-haired old man with a Qiankun Sun Moon Pot in his hand. You should know him, right?" Qing Mozi said in a very ordinary way.

"Huh?" Po Jun frowned, "The Great Emperor's clone? You killed the Great Emperor's clone?"

"That's right, it's just two levels of true immortality. Don't be surprised. Today, I will kill you too! All the people who are too wild will disappear in the sea wasteland. Above the sea wasteland, there is no such thing as a wasteland. Back then, there were still people who pampered you Already! Otherwise, there is no need to be so troublesome!"

Qing Mozi's voice was faint and distant, and at the same time, his water cloud Taoist robe danced gently, and a faint white air rose up.

At this moment, the green demon suddenly glanced at Nether Mountain.

Because, the mist of Shura seemed to tremble slightly.

(End of this chapter)