Holding the head of the water-drawing demon in his hand, Zhaoming whistled to the sky.

This not only killed an opponent, but also defeated himself and overcome the almost insurmountable hurdle in his heart. From then on, the vast sky and the world is no longer afraid.

With the roar of passion, the magic technique of the Sin is activated by itself, and waves of spiritual pressure are like a storm sweeping across all directions. The great magic technique passed to him by Pangu statue was finally cultivated to a small achievement at this moment.

Faced with the terrifying mental storm, all the monks felt that their souls seemed to have been beaten up. A large number of monks immediately lost consciousness and fell like grasshoppers in autumn. More and more, faster and faster. For a moment, it seemed like heavy rain was falling around the entire Bugui Cliff.

Within a moment, all the millions of cultivators who were watching fell into the sea, and only more than ten thousand cultivators were left in the sky. The magic of the Sin Divine Art seemed to eliminate the opponent's heavenly tribulation. Those who were not strong enough mentally were directly eliminated from the battlefield. The rest were all cultivation levels above Taiyi Jinxian, and there was no weak one.

"How could it be..."

Fear appeared on Fang Mingjun's face, and even the Ji Shui Demon could not control the other party. Unless he invited him to become the ancestor of the monk, he would not think of any other way.

Such a mental storm is so strong that it is unbelievable. When he returns in ten years, this fire-swallowing demon is no longer an opponent he can fight against.

"this……"

At the same time, Zhang Ning's face also changed drastically. As he looked up, a blood column spurted out from his mouth, and his whole body fell to the sea like a broken kite.

The weapon was destroyed, causing him to be both mentally and mentally. At this moment, he was attacked by the Rin Divine Art, which directly hurt his heart veins and was in great pain.

A figure flashed by, and he raised his hand and caught him. It was a middle-aged man in a white robe. He was strong and had an extraordinary breath.

Seeing the visitor clearly, Zhang Ning showed a hint of joy on his face and shouted softly: "Master...Master Uncle!"

The person who came was a strong man from the Heavenly Palace of the Shenshen Palace, and the sub-saint realm. Zhang Ning came to Buguiya this time mainly because he made an appointment to fight Fang Mingjun. The three forces that made an appointment to fight were among the best in the West Sea. Of course, no one would dare to make trouble in such a battle.

But the Lord of the Panshen Heavenly Palace was still worried and sent the powerful people in the palace to follow him secretly.

Not only the Heavenly Palace of the God of the God, but also the other two places. They were originally hidden in the crowd or hidden outside the clouds. At this moment, Zhaoming's mental storm swept across the four directions, and they all appeared one by one.

An old man with a weird appearance and extremely ugly appearance caught the double-eyed soul master, turned around and handed it to a Taiyi Golden Immortal behind him.

Another man in a brocade robe fell down behind Fang Mingjun and patted him on the shoulder.

Fang Mingjun turned around and looked at the person who came with a lonely look on his face: "Uncle!"

There were five monks following behind the brocade man. He was wearing five-color clothes and was the most famous five-element monk in the Fang family. However, these five people were not like the brocade man, but Taiyi Jinxian.

The magical skill of Taoist heart is famous all over the world, but this technique has a huge problem. The talent of the five elements monks is often difficult to compare with their masters. When their cultivation is not high, they can still move forward together. Once they enter the realm of Taiyi Jinxian or even sub-saints, it is often the case that the master is one level higher than the five elements monks around them.

It is precisely because of this that Fang Mingjun felt that there was something wrong with his method of practicing Taoist Qingming Divine Art.

The man in the brocade robe sighed slightly again: "Ten years ago, you didn't take action by yourself, but used the water-gasing demon to capture the fire-swallowing demon. The ancestor was worried about me afterwards. He said that there was something wrong with your heart of Tao. Today it seems that it is not just a problem, but also more in his eyes than the ancestor expected. He has never had the opportunity to wake you up, and today is just right."

"Uncle!" Fang Mingjun looked sad.

No one is perfect, but it is hard for anyone to discover his shortcomings on weekdays. It was not until he was really faced with it that his shortcomings were so serious.

"Your talent is far better than your two younger brothers. Your path of cultivation is too smooth and you have never encountered setbacks, so that's why. But this is good. Knowing that the difficulty of cultivation will definitely be beneficial in the future. He can climb up from the abyss of the Bluff. Are you a child of the Fang family worse than him?"

"I will capture him back and defeat him personally when you overcome this difficulty!"

After patting Fang Mingjun again, the man in brocade robe led the five people behind him to fly towards Zhaoming.

On the other hand, the Asa Saint from the Panshen Heavenly Palace handed over Zhang Ning to the Taiyi Golden Immortal Queen, holding a long sword in her hand, gathering all kinds of sword energy to kill Zhaoming at the top of the Bugui Cliff.

Unlike Zhang Ning, this person practices pure swordsmanship, and the attack power of swordsmanship is far greater than that of Zhang Ning. It is like a comet attacking, carrying thousands of snow, unstoppable.

Others were unstoppable, but Zhaoming dared to stop it. With a loud roar, he further activated the Tiger Roaring Heavenly Technique and Yangming Technique. His body grew bigger again, and he had reached a height of nearly ten meters.

Facing the sword energy coming, he did not move, and let it fall on himself like a rainstorm. He let the opponent's sword energy look like rain, but he could not help the body of the divine weapon. He saw countless sparks and no scars fell.

His spiritual sense was released, and he held everything around him in his heart, clearly capturing the trajectory of the opponent's long sword. When the time was right, he suddenly shouted, raised his hand and punched him directly.

"boom!"

The long sword faced the iron fist, and the energy burst into flames and rushed into all directions. The long sword in the hand of the sub-saint of the Heavenly Palace of the Panshen bent into a terrible shape, almost breaking.

This man dared not force it, so he hurriedly pulled back. When he saw Zhaoming's fist, only a blood mark appeared on his fist, and his flesh and blood had recovered in a short while.

What kind of physical body is this... At this moment, the three sub-sages frowned, feeling that today's things might not be so smooth.

The sub-saint held the sub-saint spirit weapon and slashed out. This power was definitely not comparable to Zhang Ning before, but it still could not break the opponent's defense. To a certain extent, the opponent was already innately invincible.

"Hehe!" Jukuzhou Asian Saint smiled strangely, his already ugly old face jumped at this moment, and the old flesh trembled even more ugly. Looking at Zhaoming, the turbid eyes began to flash: "The body is strong, I don't know if the soul is so indestructible."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a bone staff, and waved it, several black smoke came out, and waved it to Zhaoming with waves of ghosts and howlings.

Zhaoming was in a strong fighting spirit at this moment, so how could he be afraid? He raised his hand and punched him.

But after hitting the black smoke, his face immediately turned solemn. The black smoke was invisible and physical. His fierce fist force was useless. This punch seemed to hit the air.

The blow was fruitless, and the black smoke immediately turned around like a poisonous snake wrapping its arms towards Zhaoming Zi Mansion. It was extremely fast, but in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the head.

"Hehe!" Jukuzhou Asian Saint laughed: "This is the power of a dead soul, which cannot be dealt with by ordinary means. If you pollute your soul, you will turn into my war slave in Jukuzhou."

Seeing Zhaoming being hit, he was naturally proud, but his face changed before the smile lasted for a moment.

Zhao Ming roared and activated the magic technique again. The terrifying mental waves came one after another. Then he heard a sound of ghosts and wolves howling, and rolling black smoke spewed out from his seven orifices. It was the power of the dead soul.

At this moment, the power of the Dead Soul seemed to have seen something terrible, and fled wildly. As soon as he rushed out of Zhaoming's head, he was caught up by waves of mental power, and in the blink of an eye, he was bombarded without leaving any left.

"Silly, how can the soul power of those who have such mental power be weak? Your ability to gather in the Kuzhou is probably not effective for him."

The man in the Fang family robe snorted coldly, raised his hand, and the wind blew everywhere. When he saw his figure flashing, he disappeared from the spot. The next moment, he appeared directly in front of Zhaoming, raised his foot and kicked it horizontally, and the target was Zhaoming's head.

This man controls the power of the strong wind, and is almost unable to react. However, Zhaoming practices the Pear Immortal Step, which is impossible to use without excellent reaction ability. In addition, his mental power surges, his spiritual sense is extraordinary, and his attack has been captured in the flash.

He raised his left arm and blocked it. His right hand condensed the flower of Taoist patterns and slapped directly at the other party’s chest.

As soon as he made an action, he saw the following monks suddenly joining forces to shoot out a five-colored divine light, tied up Zhaoming's right hand like a rope.

The Five Elements Cultivator who followed was one level lower than himself, and the effect of using the Taoist Heart Qingming Divine Art will definitely be poor. This person asked the Five Elements Cultivator to practice the art of combined attack, using the Five Elements Qi to condense the Five Elements Shackles and limit the opponent's movements.

"You are very good, but unfortunately, you are not from our Fang family!" The man in brocade robe said lightly, as if he was sure to win. He raised his hand and covered it with a claw, trying to seal its true energy.

"It's not that simple to catch me!" Zhao Ming sneered, and the flower with Taoist patterns on his right hand flew up and directly hit the hand of the man in the brocade robe.

"boom!"

In an instant, flames soared into the sky, covering the entire top of the Bugui Cliff.

With a muffled groan, the man in the brocade robe was wrapped in flames and his whole body quickly retreated. He left, but the monk who followed the Five Elements had no time to escape and was instantly flooded by the flames. After only a few screams, he no longer had any breath.

"You..." The man in brocade robe changed his previous appearance and his face changed drastically. He did not expect that a carelessness would lead to such consequences.

In the flames, Zhaoming rushed out with red all over his body. He raised his hand and condensed the Xuanji Heavenly Fire, turning into a huge flame curtain and covering the man in brocade robe.

Not far away, the sword light flashed, and the Assassin of the Heavenly Palace of the Panshen came quickly. Zhaoming was calm and gathered six flying fire meteors to kill them.

At the same time, the divine magic activates, and waves of mental power are squeezing towards the sub-saints of Jukuzhou.

The crazy husband, everyone's hearts were shocked. Ten years ago, one person challenged outstanding disciples from all sides. Ten years later, the crazy husband became even worse and wanted to fight against the three sub-saints with Taiyi Jinxian.

"It's really extraordinary! Unfortunately, you don't have the strength of the Nine-headed Emperor back then. This time I won't let the things that happened millions of years ago happen again."

Suddenly, a sigh came from somewhere, and a terrible pressure enveloped the entire Bugui Cliff, causing everyone to stop.

Then an old man with a rosy complexion and a silver hair appeared out of thin air.
Chapter completed!