The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 180 Incarnation of Huang Tian, ​​God Is Here

Zhou Liu Ba Jin was broken, Wan Guizang stood erect in the void, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he remained silent for a long time.

Song Xing's boxing strength that broke his moves just now was neither Hei Tianshu, nor the divine power of Vajra, nor Zhou Liu Ba Jin, which made him feel very strange.

Zhouliu Liuxu Gong, in Wan Guizang's mind, is the most miraculous skill in the world. Controlling the power of nature has already surpassed martial arts supernatural powers, and has become an inhuman existence, comparable to gods.

With such martial arts, he couldn't figure out why Song Xing could break it?
"What kind of martial arts are you?"

Wan Guizang couldn't help asking.

The martial arts used by Song Xing are obviously not any martial arts he knows, but they can also control the power of heaven and earth, use the power of nature to fight against Zhou Liuxu, and even break his endless heaven.

Song Xing looked at Wan Guizang on the opposite side and said: "Flowing around the six emptiness, using the law to use all things, it is certainly strong, but I have the power to control the power of nature, and I am Huang Tian, ​​Huang Tian. God is me!"

Anger flashed in Wan Guizang's eyes: "Turning into Huang Tian, ​​using your body to represent the sky, what a big deal!"

He didn't see any movement, and the wind and thunder blew up behind him, and endless wind blades appeared from the sky, accompanied by the thunder and lightning dragon, and suppressed Song Xing head-on.

Song Xing said nothing, and started to take a step. A surge of terrifying energy and blood that was not very majestic, but contained the energy of the primordial origin of heaven and earth burst out of his body.

As if the reincarnation of a god walking in the human world, at this moment, his black hair was lightly raised, his figure was tall and straight, and his pair of black jade-like eyes seemed to be able to swallow the sun and the moon for nine days.

Wan Guizang embraced the void with both hands, endless flames emerged from the void, and the red divine splendor flowed, appearing above Song Xing's head.

Under the control of Wan Guizang, the crimson flame condensed into a red unicorn in the sky above Song Xing, raised its head and roared towards the void.

The next moment, the unicorn bowed its head, and a waterfall-like fire fell down, and then the unicorn jumped into the air, with its huge mouth facing down, biting down towards Song Xing.

In the Battle of Mount Fuji, although Wan Guizang lost a little bit, Song Xing's superb use of dragon energy also inspired Wan Guizang.

In the past three months since returning to the West City, he has gained a deeper understanding of Zhouliu Liuxu Kung Fu's Qigong method.

Zhou Liuhuojin has been cultivated by Wan Guizang to a state of perfection, it is no longer lifeless true energy, but seems to have real life.

Facing this fierce and fierce blow, Song Xing finally moved, his eyes were cold and calm, his fist marks had been accumulated for a long time, and he finally punched out in the air.

Rumble!
The fist blows with wind and thunder, and a golden furnace turns, glowing with icy metal light, turning from virtual to real, and descending into the world.

At the same time, in the veins of Emperor Sanyuan, the dark golden pupils of the three dormant and sleeping gods suddenly opened, and a ray of energy flowed, followed by Song Xing's fist, and poured into the golden melting pot in the void.

I saw several streams of real air flowing, and the place where they merged became chaos, and the chaos looked like a dragon, as if nine ancient dragon patterns were branded on the furnace body.

The vicissitudes of life flowed, and Song Xing condensed the furnace in the void with the spirit of refining the virtual spirit, like a real artifact, all colors blended into chaos, and turned into a chaotic alchemy furnace, exuding an ancient and terrifying dark atmosphere.

Song Xing's fist shook in the air, and the alchemy furnace above his head turned. Hei Tianshu's robbery power, great Vajra divine power, and Zhou Liuxu's various forces interweaved into chaotic true energy, which manifested on the alchemy furnace one by one, and then moved from the void to Huo Qilin. town down.

During the process of being suppressed by the pill furnace, the Huo Qilin seemed to be really suppressed by the mysterious power from the void. Accompanied by the illusory roar, it began to crack inch by inch, and finally turned into fire energy, scattered in the void.

Wan Guizang finally showed horror for the first time. Song Xing swung his fist, and the alchemy furnace that manifested could really refine the power of nature. Even Zhou Liuliu, who had always been invincible, was here The collapse under the force made his heart tremble.

puff!
Huo Qilin was disintegrated, Zhou Liuliu's strength collapsed, Wan Guizang coughed up blood one after another, and strode back.

The alchemy furnace that seemed to be a solid body fell, barely falling on top of his head.

Bang!
He raised his hands to the sky and pressed against the furnace body, with bulging veins on his face, he finally realized how powerful Song Xing's fist was.

In the face of Song Xing's destructive blow, Wan Guizang gushed out his true energy, forming an endless defense of true energy outside his body.

Within the zhenqi shield covering more than ten feet, the tiny gravels on the ground danced, as if being pulled by an invisible force, they slowly floated up, a few feet above the ground, sinking and floating in the air.

Tens of feet away from here, all the chiefs of the Western City held their breaths, watching the duel between Wan Guizang and Song Xing.

In the air shield formed by true energy, Wan Guizang looked at Song Xing. Song Xing stood a few feet away, seemingly oblivious to the sudden sense of stagnation around him. No wrinkles were born.

With a cold snort, Wan Guizang thought, and the broken stones suspended in mid-air pierced through the air like sharp arrows, and shot towards Song Xing like a gust of wind and rain.

The gravel pierced through the air, and fine folds formed in the air. Just this hand shocked Dimu and the others not far away. If these tens of hundreds of gravels moved by Zhou Liuliu's energy were replaced by them, I'm afraid it will be smashed into a sieve in an instant.

Ding!Ding!Ding!
Song Xing didn't move, letting the gravel fall on his body, but before the gravel got close to his body, it was shattered by a terrifying shock force and exploded in all directions.

"Spirit changes matter. Your strength doesn't look like you just stepped into the realm of virtual cultivation."

Wan Guizang opened his mouth, and he could see that this was Song Xing's spiritual will to dissolve the true energy accumulated on the gravel, and then shattered the gravel.

Song Xing glanced at Wan Guizang indifferently, and said: "Lianxu joins the Tao. Before joining the Tao, how did Lianxu distinguish between the strong and the weak? It's all about their own methods!"

"That's right, I didn't expect that in the end, the master of all the tribes in the western city, the one with the highest talent, turned out to be you!"

Wan Guizang glanced at the lords of the tribes in the distance, and made a decisive move.

He stretched out one hand, shaking his fingers and palms, like rain hitting a pipa, flicking his fingertips towards Song Xing's shoulder.

His palm technique covered the sky and the sun, and in Song Xing's eyes, it was like a storm, and the sky seemed to be dimmed.

With Wan Guizang outstretching his palm, his fingertips spit out a pure white qi that cannot be discerned from real or real. With Wan Guizang's palm out, he was within three feet of Song Xing within a breath.

Bang!
There seemed to be a muffled thunder, and Song Xing's fist was exposed amidst the energy scattered, without any blood spilling out, it just touched Wan Guizang's palm, piercing through layers of true energy, with the two as the center, a stream of The strong wind swept out, and the dust was flying.

One palm was useless, Wan Guizang's palm technique changed again, he turned his palm into fingers, stretched out his hand, and shot a hundred arrows.

Boom boom boom boom!

His fingertips shot through the air like countless arrows raining down. Countless sharp arrows condensed by the wind pierced through the air, densely packed, with great momentum, as if countless soldiers and horses rushed towards him.

Song Xing was unmoved, still just punching the air, and the punch was silent, but hundreds of winds that were strong enough to pierce gold and iron were all smashed one by one. His fist was as strong as iron, without any scars.

Wan Guizang's eyes narrowed slightly, he shot one after another, constantly changing his moves, all kinds of natural changes in Zhou Liuliu's emptiness, and he used them one by one.

But Song Xing is just a fist, without grandeur and sharpness. It looks ordinary, but it often sees the reality in a short time, points directly at the source, and suppresses all changes.

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, mountains and rivers, all kinds of visions, all stopped under Song Xing's fist.

(End of this chapter)