Thirty. Grabbing (Five)

"Bang bang bang!"

The green lotus hit the two long beards and made a sound that shook the sky. The latter cracked like crystal glass, scattered all over the ground. [..com]

The giant dragon twitched violently, and the roaring sound from its mouth shook away the clouds and mist. Above the sky, an eye like a god appeared in the sky, looking down at the earth coldly.

"It's useless! So what if you kill this dragon? You must know that this is my sea of ​​consciousness space, everything is illusory condensation. As long as I don't want to let you go, you can only stay here, endure the same disaster, slowly grind away the mind, and finally become empty!"

A thunderous sound rang in the clouds, and the huge eyes became even colder, and the strong murderous intent stimulating throughout the space.

Chen Hao looked solemn, and then he realized that in this space, the other party was the real master of all things, and everything could be created out of thin air. Unless there was the power to tear the sky, he could only stay in this virtual stone mill and watch his soul dissipate little by little.

"Do you tear this sky apart?"

The purple villain murmured to himself. If he was not sure in the big world outside, but was in a strange sea of ​​consciousness at this moment, he should be able to try it.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes as if he was like a knife, staring straight at the huge eyes without fear.

The golden divine light shot out from the eye socket. This technique does not necessarily require a physical body as a basis. As long as there is enough power to support it, it is enough. Essence or soul power is possible, and its power is similar. However, without long-term warming, it cannot evolve into countless golden small swords, nor can it condense and turn into a giant sword to cut the sky.

However, although only two were enough, Chen Hao shouted lightly and sucked the galloping divine light into his hand. The "First Slash of the Eight Desolate Spirit Swords - One Slash of Ghosts and Gods" had been used, but the object was not the divine eyes in the sky, but the giant dragon under him.

Just a moment of twisting, the huge head was cut off, and countless blood was sprinkled in the air, and the smell of fishy smell soared into the sky.

However, this gathering did not seem to have died. It let out a shrill howl, and the bones all over its body were wiggling, the scales fell off, the flesh and blood separated, and finally turned into a ball of surging blood mud, as if something was brewing, and a slight cold as ice came out from it.

Chen Hao snorted coldly, holding a golden sword in one hand, flipped his body and slashed out again, the golden light flowing, like a god-general fighting on the tragic battlefield.

"puff!"

The pile of blood mud in the middle of the sword body was greatly hindered. Every inch of the way seemed very difficult, as if thousands of soldiers were pushing it out little by little.

"What!"

Chen Hao was a little surprised. Although the divine light of the spiritual eye was not as sharp as the previous second form, it was enough to cut gold and split iron, but it seemed that it had no major effect at this moment. The moment the two touched each other, it seemed that most of the power was silently removed. The real attack on this ball of blood mud was almost slight. The latter was like a lurking ferocious beast, which opened its sharp teeth and bit the two golden swords, making it unable to move forward and retreat.

His whole body was shining with purple air, boiling endlessly, and golden scriptures were read out from his mouth, covering the blood mud layer by layer, and the boundless force was revealed, as if it would affect the things that were about to be born.

"Vajra retreated from the demon!", "Great Compassion Heavenly Sound!"

If there is an evil spirit in this blood mud, it will not escape the numerous nets of heaven and earth. Maybe it will be transformed by the endless sound of the Brahma singing, and instead become the guardian of the Dharma around him.

The power of the blood mud retreated like a tide, as if it had been hidden deeper. The two golden swords were also loosened. Chen Hao seized the opportunity to pull it out. He stepped on a green lotus and looked up at the sky. The golden sword in his hand was tightly held.

The black hair danced, and the clothes made a clattering sound, as if the war drum was beating.

He took a deep breath, pointed the golden sword in his hand straight at the sky, his face full of determination.

"A green rainbow rises, help me to go to the nine heavens!"

"The spirit sword cuts the eight wildernesses, and the evil spirits retreat from ghosts and gods!"

Chen Hao closed his arms, and the two golden swords were already integrated together, and the golden light rose sharply. Although it was as insignificant as a moth to the fire compared to the huge divine eyes, the momentum of moving forward was eternal.

"Click!"

A huge thunder fell from the god's eyes and hit the tip of the golden sword, causing the entire figure to appear with a light blue arc, and the surface showed burnt marks.

"If you violate the gods, you should be punished by God. If you think of your first offense, you will be punished by the first level of heavenly thunder!"

The rumbling sound rang again, the whole space was trembling constantly, the earth had become a vast ocean, and the temples in the ruins collapsed one after another, completely turning into broken tiles and ruins, slowly sinking to form countless surging vortexes.

The waves were rising and falling, and endless storms blew up. Even a piece of gold and iron could not resist the constant erosion here. They were coming in a fierce manner, but only one target was the purple figure holding the golden sword.

Chen Hao's face was unpredictable. The more he was in danger, the calmer he was. He ignored the boundless gale wind, but struggled hard to shake the arcs spreading around him.

He shouted coldly: "A mere illusory thing dares to call itself a god, aren't you afraid of blaspheming the power of the true god? Xiao Qiongtian, I know that your soul is also hiding in this divine eye, waiting for me to kill it and let your last support disappear!"

Chen Hao's arm trembled, and the golden sword made a loud sword sound with a "clang" sound. The green lotus light was radiant, and the light blue thunder was included in it, and it was constantly melting and transforming. Seeing this scene, he had a hint of enlightenment in his heart.

"The chaos has just begun to open, the earth, fire, water and wind have just settled, and the green lotus of heaven and earth have nurtured all living beings in the world. Therefore, everything is melting, so why are you afraid of the power of thunder?"

He raised his arms high, paused his feet, and raised his body again. The next moment he had reached this divine eye, only a hundred feet away.

The god's eyes were filled with anger, as if he was angry at the previous offensive that had not had any effect. A voice roared in the sky.

"The stubborn and unscrupulous, thousands of thunders come to the world, kill heresy!"

"How dare the false gods claim to be the power of heaven?" Chen Hao's eyes were burning and he retorted loudly.

The green lotus body gently wrapped its body, allowing the boundless power of the outside world to erode, and I was as calm as a hard cliff rock!

"It's time to end!" Chen Hao murmured while stroking the golden sword body, his tone as cold as eternal ice.

"The Eight Desolate Spirit Sword Slashes the Second Slash - the Second Slashes the Sky!"

"Boom!"
Chapter completed!