Buddha fairy tour

Chapter 507 The Collision of Life and Death

Seeing Hei Jiuyi punching, ready to kill the evil ghost leader directly, a flash of madness flashed in the latter's eyes, and a ghostly aura gushed out of his body.

Hei Jiu felt a wave of violent energy fluctuations, and wanted to fly back directly, but the evil ghost leader showed a ferocious smile, and at some point the evil ghost whip had already firmly wrapped Hei Jiu's feet.

In the next instant, there was a bang, and the ground seemed to vibrate violently, and the big pit in the mask collapsed hundreds of feet.

The primordial spirit of the evil ghost leader exploded with a bang. The power of a seventeenth heavenly quasi-sage's self-destruction is astonishing. Even if the eighteenth heaven exists, he dare not underestimate it. Yes for sure.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and Hei Jiu's body was covered with scars, but they were only superficial injuries. The internal injuries he suffered were not as serious as everyone imagined. This Hei Jiu's combat power was definitely higher than that of Hei Twelve.

Hei Jiu breathed out secretly, if he hadn't activated the source force magnetic field in time, he would not be dead or disabled at this moment.

The black mist rolled on his body, he repaired the injury as soon as possible, and said: "Who else dares to fight!" If he didn't stay in the mask for a certain time limit, he would continue to fight by default. People with brains just like to speak with force, and use force if they can.

"Hehe, let me accompany you through a few tricks." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in a blood robe, but he had a lot of background.

One of the old quasi-sages of the prehistoric period, a figure in the period of listening to Taoism in Zixiao Palace, the ancestor of Styx, can be described as one of the most peak powerhouses under the saints, if Yeyue thinks that she is under the power of the seventeenth heaven, few of them can match themselves One of the strong men who fought against for several rounds was Patriarch Styx.

The sea of ​​blood never dries up, Styx never dies, and this is also the golden sign of the ancestor of Styx, so don't worry too much even if there is an accident.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and Hei Jiu's body was covered with scars, but they were only superficial injuries. The internal injuries he suffered were not as serious as everyone imagined. This Hei Jiu's combat power was definitely higher than that of Hei Twelve.

Hei Jiu breathed out secretly, if he hadn't activated the source force magnetic field in time, he would not be dead or disabled at this moment.

The black mist rolled on his body, he repaired the injury as soon as possible, and said: "Who else dares to fight!" If he didn't stay in the mask for a certain time limit, he would continue to fight by default. People with brains just like to speak with force, and use force if they can.

"Hehe, let me accompany you through a few tricks." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in a blood robe, but he had a lot of background.

One of the old quasi-sages of the prehistoric period, a figure in the period of listening to Taoism in Zixiao Palace, the ancestor of Styx, can be described as one of the most peak powerhouses under the saints, if Yeyue thinks that she is under the power of the seventeenth heaven, few of them can match themselves One of the strong men who fought against for several rounds was Patriarch Styx.

The sea of ​​blood never dries up, Styx never dies, and this is also the golden sign of the ancestor of Styx, so don't worry too much even if there is an accident.

Pull back the camera.

Ming He looked at Hei Jiu and sneered, a big blood-red hand suddenly appeared in the void, and slapped Hei Jiu directly.

A cold light flashed in Hei Jiu's eyes, and a ray of saber slashed out, splitting the bloody hand straight away, turning the blade, and slashing away horizontally, this knife carried infinite power!

"Good time." Patriarch Minghe gave a dark praise, and blood mist came out as he waved his hand, blocking the knife.

With a twist of Hei Jiu's body, the saber's momentum changed again, and it slashed at Ming He's head.

Patriarch Minghe laughed strangely, a thick mist of blood radiated from his hand, and an endless bloody aura radiated out. Holding a knife, he raised his left hand, and a bloody light rushed out.

Hei Jiu tilted his body, his shoulder was directly penetrated, and blood gushed out, but he was lucky, if Hei Jiu hadn't flashed fast, it would have been his head and soul that had been pierced just now.

The blood light returned to Patriarch Styx's hand, "How, Patriarch, how powerful is my blood wheel!" Styx laughed strangely.

The blood wheel, the unique magic weapon of the ancestor of Minghe, is made of the water of the blood sea and the black iron of ten thousand years.

However, Hei Jiu's next knife made Patriarch Minghe's face solemn, and raised all his mana to meet him.

The intense sense of oppression caused Patriarch Styx to increase his mana to the limit, and he also carried all the power of the law.

A confrontation of life and death!
Styx was very surprised that Hei Jiu could make such a knife. This is not an attack that a quasi-sage can make at all.

Hei Jiu burned his soul, mobilized all the essence of life and mana, and slashed the most peak knife in his life.

All the soul power, life force, and lifetime mana of an existence with the limit cultivation base of the seventeenth heaven are gathered on this knife. This knife is enough to kill a saint of the eighteenth heaven. Jiu's life is coming to an end, even a sage of heaven cannot save Hei Jiu, because all of Hei Jiu's vitality is gone.

Ancestor Styx also activated his mana for a lifetime. A mouthful of blood was sprayed on the blood wheel. With the power of mana and law, the blood wheel emitted a dazzling red light. At this moment, the blood wheel is not inferior to the top-grade artifact in terms of power. How much, even if Patriarch Styx was activated with all his life's mana, one blow would be enough to half-mutilate the Eighteenth Heaven Saint.

Styx felt a sense of danger that he hadn't felt in many years, and his own bottleneck was slightly loosened!

Both sides delivered a pinnacle blow.

Two incomparably surging energies collided together, and there was a loud "crash, la la", and the big pit in the mask was already five thousand feet deep. From the first battle to this point, it was just the aftermath of the battle that created a huge crater. A giant pit more than [-] meters deep!
If there is no such mask, I am afraid that thousands of miles will become a basin.

Patriarch Minghe stepped out of the mask, his figure swayed slightly, his complexion was pale, with one blow, most of his mana was destroyed, and his cultivation fell to the fourteenth heaven.

However, Patriarch Minghe laughed loudly, and there was endless joy in his smile.

Only the Xeon Quasi-Saints and above were present at the scene, so they understood what happened, besides what else could make Patriarch Styx so happy, mana could be recovered in ten thousand years, but this kind of opportunity is 10 years and millions Years may not be able to wait.

There was a mysterious aura faintly exuding from the body of Patriarch Styx. More than a hundred strong men in the combined army looked at Styx with naked envy in their eyes. , there is absolutely no hesitation at the top of the field.

"Fellow daoists, Styx suffered heavy injuries, so he can't help here anymore, so I bid farewell, and will come to help me when I break through."

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A few divine thoughts came, Ming He's eyes lit up, his mouth moved a few times, and then disappeared in place.

"Black Four please fight!"

With monstrous murderous intent, enormous power, and tyrannical oppression, Black Si stood in the pit, exuding a palpitating aura, which can be said to be the strongest limit that the law can limit the existence of the seventeenth heaven!
The quasi-sage peaks present all showed a strong fighting spirit, and even the new saints such as the Tathagata Heavenly Emperor were faintly aroused with a trace of fighting desire, and the opponent's fighting power was very strong!

"Let me fight!" The God of Light said firmly.

There is light in the heart, and even the darkest place will be illuminated. The God of Light stepped into the mask, shook his shoulders lightly, and ignored the terrifying oppressive feeling in the mask, "Please take action."

The God of Light smiled, and his standing posture was very casual, but there were no flaws, it was flawless, and it was obviously a posture that should be full of flaws. After sensing it, no matter how the divine mind glanced, it was like the strongest defense. Even Yeyue's eyesight, Can not find a trace of weak position.

The Supreme Dao is natural, and I can do it for nine days and ten places!
Unexpectedly, the God of Light has also comprehended such artistic conceptions. Yeyue reckons that even if she is at the peak of the quasi-sage, she is not sure of defeating the God of Light. The strength of this God of Light may be more than a line higher than Ye Yun !
In this battle, the God of Light will surely win!Yeyue made this judgment.

Hei Si slowly pulled out the Hunyuan Blade. In the hearts of Chaos warriors, they never underestimate their opponents.

(End of this chapter)