Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

This is an immortal in white.

He was extremely tall, standing upright in the ruins, his face was blurry, but he had an awe-inspiring and righteous aura, as if he were an immortal.

The figures of the two seemed to overlap.

As the accumulated wave of spiritual power reached its peak, Bai Xianyou swung out with one palm!

The phantoms slapped out at the same time.

In an instant, the air stopped flowing and the space under the palm print seemed to be still.

The numerous evil spirits could do nothing but watch the illusory giant palm falling.

boom!

After a loud noise.

A huge deep pit suddenly appeared among the evil spirits and the group of statues. The ground sank seven or eight centimeters. Countless statues were crushed into powder, and countless evil spirits were killed or injured.

Looking down from the sky, there was a huge palm print left on the ground.

The surviving monks were all shocked by the power of this palm.

"Done?"

"What a terrifying palm technique, but is the three-eyed evil spirit dead?"

Before everyone could see the situation in the ruins clearly, a sinister voice sounded in their ears.

"Taiyi Kongjue Palm? I didn't expect... this palm technique has been passed down to this day."

The figure of the Three-Eyed Ghost King emerged from the ruins.

Beside him were giant rotten hands, protecting him like the Thousand-Armed Guanyin.

The rotten giant palm kept breaking and disintegrating, but the three-eyed ghost king inside it was safe and sound, and his purple robe was not damaged at all.

Seeing this scene, everyone's mood sank to the bottom.

Bai Xianyou's face was as pale as gold paper, and his whole body was extremely weak. The palm strike just now almost completely drained all the spiritual power in his body.

He gritted his teeth, feeling unwilling: "It was almost there..."

"It's a pity that you haven't even learned the basics."

The three-eyed ghost king laughed sinisterly, and evil energy surged throughout his body and gathered into his palms.

boom!

Bai Xianyou looked in shock as a similar vortex formed next to the Three-Eyed Ghost King. He ignored the distance between them and slapped him in the chest.

The protective spiritual shield shattered instantly, and blood mist gushed out of Bai Xianyou's body. He flew out like a cannonball, smashing through layers of courtyard walls and falling heavily to the ground.

Xiong Batian was tearing the arm of a statue apart.

Seeing Bai Xianyou being knocked away, he let out an angry roar, his body grew rapidly, hair sprouted out of his body, and he turned into a five-meter-tall giant bear, charging towards the Three-Eyed Ghost King.

Upon seeing this, many monsters no longer hid themselves and responded with their most powerful postures.

Gu Qiutong made some hand gestures, and the invisible immortal Gu lurked in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"Oh, this little demon, you still want to hurt me?"

A purple light flashed in the eyes of the Three-Eyed Ghost King, and Xiong Batian tripped instantly. Several purple tentacles emerged from the ground and pierced into his thick skin.

Xiong Batian's muscles swelled and he forcefully tore off several tentacles, but in a flash, more tentacles attacked him, and statues of gods and evil spirits blocked his progress.

He seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and every step he took was extremely difficult.

"And you!"

The vertical eye between the eyebrows of the Three-Eyed Ghost King suddenly opened, and a purple halo flowed.

The two poisonous insects within three meters around him were unable to move at once. They were squeezed by a huge force and exploded with a "bang".

"puff!"

Gu Qiutong spat out a mouthful of blood.

Each Immortal Gu was transformed by her mind, but they immediately suffered heavy casualties under the purple light.

Even the strongest among the crowd was in this miserable state, so one can imagine the plight of the rest.

There were constant stream of monks being seriously injured, being devoured by evil spirits, or being crushed to death by statues. The blood on the ground gathered together to form pools of blood.

"too weak."

The Three-Eyed Ghost King shook his head in disappointment, with cruel madness appearing in his eyes.

"You are only worthy of becoming the nourishment that will make the Luohun Sect great again."

"Let's start with... you!"

He looked at Bai Xianyou who was seriously injured and dying in the ruins.

Honestly speaking, the Three-Eyed Ghost King was still somewhat wary of this man. Facing the palm strike just now, he was far from being as relaxed as he appeared.

A purple light flashed from his vertical eyes and shot out like lightning.

Looking at the purple color in his eyes that was getting bigger and bigger, Bai Xianyou coughed up a mouthful of blood and smiled miserably.

"It's a pity that I haven't spent all my spirit stones yet..."

Suddenly, a dark shadow passed by him.

The expected pain and death did not come.

Bai Xianyou opened his eyes blankly. All he could see was a tall and ferocious ghost armor, like a heavy mountain blocking the purple electric light.

The purple light fell on the ghost armor without causing even a ripple, and was even absorbed by them as they squirmed.

"Ghost...face..."

Before he could finish his words, a big hand grabbed him by the waist and threw him out.

"Lao Mo, protect him well."

The black panther Lao Mo spit out tentacles from his mouth and caught Bai Xianyou's body, while at the same time making indistinct shouts of excitement.

"Master, Master...you are finally here!"

Before everyone could see the figure in the field clearly, he rushed towards the Three-Eyed Ghost King again like a cannonball.

The wind howled, the earth shook, and sonic booms sounded one after another.

"It's the ghost-faced man!"

Gu Qiutong breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, she suddenly felt confident that even in her current environment, there was still a chance of victory!

"Also, the speed of the Ghost Face Man... seems to have become faster?"

Everyone had a similar reaction, as if they had found a backbone. They huddled together and tried their best to ensure their own safety.

"How come it's so fast?"

The Three-Eyed Ghost King was surprised and cursed in his heart: "What a bunch of rubbish, they can't even stop people."

He stared at Anle coldly.

"Whatever. I was planning to kill all your companions before attacking you. Since you came to me on your own initiative..."

boom!

An extremely heavy spiritual artillery shot hit the Three-Eyed Ghost King directly in the face. Although it was stopped by the giant corrupt palm in mid-air, the words stopped abruptly.

"You talk too much nonsense."

After unlocking the [Posture of the Martial God], Anle's speed increased again. In just a sentence, he arrived in front of the Three-Eyed Ghost King.

One punch!

Qi and blood, star spiritual power, and strange energy gathered like a miniature nuclear bomb and then exploded.

An exaggerated amount of energy swept through, the temperature around him kept rising, the air was completely distorted, and the ground under Anle's feet was already charred black.

One after another, rotten yet ancient giant hands stretched out and blocked his fist.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Anle swung his fists all over the sky, and each punch could kill a foundation-building cultivator like Bai Xianyou.

The huge palms also collapsed one by one in the fist shadows, turning into broken pieces of meat.

The three-eyed ghost king kept retreating, and purple rays shot out of his eyes, but when they fell on the black armor, they had no effect.

Seeing this scene, his expression gradually distorted: "This brute force..."

The Three-Eyed Ghost King had never seen such a human cultivator.

It seems as if there is no need for any magic at all, it all depends on this extremely violent body, it is extremely brutal!

"But brute force... has its limits!"

I saw the several cracks under the ghost king's eye sockets suddenly open, revealing eyeballs of different sizes.

At the same time, countless eyeballs popped out from his skin exposed to the air and from the surface of his body under his purple robe.

The Ghost King's appearance suddenly became extremely strange and terrifying, and his aura suddenly changed, causing people to have inexplicable hallucinations when looking at him. Their minds and bodies seemed to be out of control, and people with weak willpower might even go crazy!

"Three-eyed Ghost King" is just what other evil spirits call him, but the name he prefers is...

The True Lord of Many Eyes!

The purple light turned into tangible smoke, entwining around him.

Judging from the aura alone, it is several times stronger than before!

"Those eyes..."

Gu Qiutong, who was not far away, had a stiff expression on her face. She had seen this kind of evil magic in the ancient books where she practiced the Immortal Gu technique.

Dig out and refine other people's eyeballs, embed them in the body, and thus master mysterious abilities, such as increasing the power of ordinary spells several times, easily breaking the enemy's spells, reading thoughts, learning skills in battle, and even... predicting the future!

"Can the Ghost-Faced Man... handle it?"

When the last giant palm was smashed by Anle's fist, Duomu Zhenjun stretched out his palm wrapped in purple and collided with it.

The powerful fist wind seemed to be swallowed up by the purple light. When it fell on Master Duomu, it was just a gentle breeze and could not cause any harm.

laugh……

Anle suddenly felt pain in his fingertips.

The ghost armor, which had always been sturdy and reliable, was actually corroded by the purple light, and a tiny hole appeared.

"really……"

Anle was not surprised at all.

In the eyes of Master Duomu, this was the first time he had displayed this attitude in front of the cultivators, but Anle had experienced the same battle twice!

Anle narrowed his eyes slightly under the ghost armor, emptied his mind, pretended he knew nothing, and continued to punch wildly.

The air exploded, and a fist made of fine steel blasted out with high temperature.

Any evil spirits that are affected will often be burned up directly in the blood.

But the Duomu Zhenjun in the center of the fist shadow entered into some kind of magical dodging state. His body twisted and changed as much as possible. No matter how fast Anle punched, he could dodge in advance in various incredible ways, as if he had predicted all of Anle's actions in advance.

"It's useless, useless, useless, useless, useless!"

True Lord Duomu laughed wildly, and the voice coming out of his mouth became like that of a man and a woman, as if thousands of people were superimposed on each other.

"I've seen through all your moves!"

"You are just a reckless man, and you still want to defeat me? You are dreaming! Now, it is ..."

boom!

A fist shadow with a not tricky angle hit Duomu Zhenjun's abdomen from the front.

Under the tremendous force, several eyeballs splashed out purple-black liquid like flattened grapes.