The God of Martial Arts didn't say anything, but just watched quietly. After a moment, he suddenly waved his hands and formed two black disks in his hands, about the size of a basin. Without saying a word, he pointed at Bei Shang. The two disks instantly shot out like black lightning, pointing directly to Bei Shang's face.
Seeing that the Martial God did not speak, Bei Shang frowned and immediately swung a thick spiritual energy to counteract the black plate that the Martial God shot.
Just the moment when the black plate and spiritual power collided, Bei Shang's body seemed to be surrounded by a demonic energy and rose into the sky. There was a ruthless look in his eyes. His right hand slowly raised, without handprints or mantras, but he just slowly raised it. However, his slow speed triggered a strange phenomenon in the world, and the sky also made a "boom" sound as if it was afraid.
Looking at Bei Shang at this moment, the God of Martial Arts frowned deeply. This was obviously a decision to decide the outcome with one move. Moreover, looking at Bei Shang's formation, this move was definitely not an ordinary move.
"Demon-Resisting Heavenly Finger!"
An extremely strange sacred aura was penetrated, and Bei Shang slowly spoke and calmly spit out four words, but as these four words were heard, Cangqiong seemed to be unable to bear the pressure anymore, and a crack appeared.
In the following few breaths, the crack became bigger and bigger. In the end, the crack became more and more "bang" and a large number of transparent fragments fell like a mirror shattered. The most shocking thing happened immediately.
It was a huge finger, and it was not impossible to say that he was the pillar of the sky. The huge finger seemed to be the real reason for the broken sky. One finger came from outside the sky, and in Bei Shang's expressionless eyes, in the shocked expression of the entire Chaos Demon Palace, he pointed at the Martial God fiercely at the face of the mountain.
If he was guided by this, even the immortal saint would have to fall here, and his corpse would not exist. Thinking of this, the martial god began to become truly serious. He did not expect that he would meet such a despicable person in the lower realm. Even if this move was only in the upper realm and allowed people with a profound realm to practice, it would cause certain harm to him in his heyday.
With the guidance of the huge mountain, the black lotus on the face of the God of Martial God began to bloom extremely, and the lotus petals began to fall, and in the end it turned out to become petals and fell into the hands of the God of Martial God.
Looking at the petals in his hand, the God of Martial Arts frowned and slowly calmed down, smiled slightly, and said, "The three lotus flowers given to me by Fairy Wuchen in the Upper Realm, I didn't expect that the last one would be used on mortals. It's so embarrassing."
As he said that, the God of War waved the seventeen petals in his hand forward, and the thick black energy was infused into it. In an instant, the floating petals were wrapped in black energy and began to slowly twist. In the end, seventeen figures exactly the same as the God of War were formed. Even each figure had half of the energy of the God of War.
"Incarnation of the body! Even if you have great skills, you can't get benefits from the eighteen martial gods!" As he said that, the martial god's original waved his hand, and the pure black energy rushed towards the huge index finger pointing in the sky like a dragon. With the movement of the original, all the martial god's external incarnation waved out black energy and rushed towards the index finger. Although the energy of the clone was only half of the original, the seventeen energy combined was not a small number.
From a distance, it was like a large black dragon rushing towards the divine finger descending from the sky under a dragon head with a large body. The two sides refused to give in, as if the dispute between heaven and earth was about to break out.
"Boom boom boom!"
There were constant explosions, and black dragons collided with their giant fingers, and waves of air continued to attack, as if there were loopholes between the sky and the earth. Even the tens of thousands of beast souls and the soul of the upper realm that both sides had been fighting were killed or injured in the explosion. The remaining remaining soldiers returned to the hands of the God of Martial God and Bei Shang.
The black dragon disappeared one by one, and the power of the finger was constantly weakened. In the end, the dragon head was left that day when the martial god was the original god, colliding with the index finger that had been shrunk by half.
"boom!"
It was deafening, and the dragon head quickly dissipated, and the giant finger began to shrink continuously, and the energy continued to dissipate, but the speed of dissipation of the dragon head was still much slower than that of the dragon head.
After the dragon head completely dissipated, the huge fingers had shrunk to almost one tenth. After breaking through the dragon head, they continued to shoot towards the martial god.
"snort!"
With a low hum, the God of War, waved his big hand, and the pure black energy spread out, wrapping the rushing fingers, and then exploded with a "bang". The black energy and the fingers finally completely dissipated without even a trace.
It seemed as if the earth-shaking battle just now did not happen, the only one that was left was the seventeen external incarnations of the Martial God, as if only they were witnessing the rare battle of the strong men just now.
"Yes, the power of the Immortal Saint is really magical, but I can see that you don't seem to have any magic to use." Bei Shang's eyes were amazing, and he could see at a glance that the Martial God could not have any qigong. Then he smiled slightly and pointed it out.
"Among mortals, you are relatively strong, but compared with the immortals, you are even worse. Now my seventeen clones are all half of my energy. If you want to flatten your Chaos Demon Palace, I think it should be enough." The God of Martial Arts seemed to casually glance at the Chaos Demon Palace under his feet, and slowly said with a curl of the corner of his mouth.
"No, no, no! You are too confident. The Chaos Demon Palace is not just me. I am an elder. I only appeared with respect for the Immortal Saint. If you want to attack the Chaos Demon Palace, then I will no longer talk about feelings. I want to appear for the same level as me. Even if you are an immortal, it will be very troublesome, right?" After hearing the words of the Martial God, Bei Shang seemed to have thought that he would say this a long time ago, and answered slowly.
Just as Bei Shang finished speaking, several figures flashed faintly inside the Chaos Demon Palace. These figures flashed and disappeared, obviously warning the God of War to act rashly.
Looking at the place where the figure was shining, the martial god frowned deeply, and his face was solemn. He didn't expect that in the lower realm, there were more than one person like Bei Shang. If it were in the past, he would have led the upper realm to attack. The continuous growth of the lower realm has gradually threatened the position of the upper realm.
"But even if I can't beat the Chaos Demon Palace, if I want to leave, your elders from the Chaos Demon Palace may not be able to stop you." As he said that, the God of Martial Arts waved his hand, put away his seventeen clones, turned around and left.
Looking at the Martial God who was about to leave, Bei Shang smiled and said helplessly: "Your Excellency, do you think that if you have so much effort to invite you, will you leave so easily?"
"Oh? Then you can use any tricks if you have any!" The God of Martial Arts is really hot now. You awesome, can't I just want my bloodline? I really think I can keep me, I'm delusional.
"call!"
Just as the voice of the martial god finished, two figures suddenly appeared on the side of Bei Shang. When they looked closely, they found that it was Wen Renxiu and a strange old woman.
As soon as the two men appeared, the old woman gave a younger tribute to Bei Shang and said respectfully: "Master Taishang, the Palace Master seems not very patient, and I hope the Master will fight quickly!"
"My sister Cheng Qian, don't I meet an opponent and want to talk for a while? Can't you give me some time?" Bei Shang did not show the elder's poem, but smiled gently and said to the woman.
After hearing what Bei Shang said, the old woman smiled in embarrassment and said, "I dare not disobey the meaning of the Palace Master. Elderly, please do as soon as possible."
"Hey!" sighed, Bei Shang looked up at the martial god and said, "Grand of Immortal Saint, it seems that we still have to be divided into a high or low position, and this time is not long. If it passes, I think the Palace Master will have to send someone."
"Then stop talking nonsense. Whether you can defeat me is still the key, come on." As he said that, the body of the martial god suddenly disappeared and appeared behind Bei Shang in an instant. His right hand became a claw and grabbed Bei Shang's heart.
When the God of Martial Arts appeared behind him, Bei Shang smiled slightly. Suddenly, his upper body's clothes exploded instantly, revealing a strong muscle. But this is not the point. The point is that the moment the God of Martial Arts' hand claws were about to pierce into his body, a sound of bones rushing out.
Just when the God of Martial Arts was still confused, a large number of bone spurs suddenly emerged from the flesh and blood behind the sadness. Sharp and sharp bone spurs were like sharp swords. They cut off the God of Martial Arts' right hand and a large piece of blood flowed.
"What! Bones!"
With a scream, the God of Martial Arts immediately stepped back, and distanced himself from Bei Shang for a long time, looking at him in shock.
"Maybe the first time I came to my place, I don't know the title I was given. In the past, because of my strange bones and my own magic skills, I was called "Bone Lord"." Bei Shang turned slowly, and a strange pressure was released. The aura was strange, like a monster, and like a mortal. What's even more strange is that his bones seemed to be able to be controlled at will, forming swords and other styles to attack.
Looking at Bei Shang, whose bones slowly revealed, the Martial God calmed down his shock and then said, "It's true that among the creatures in the lower realm, you are the second strange person I have ever seen. The bones move at will, can attack and defend. If you follow me to the upper realm and wait for my great revenge, you will definitely get the result of yours!"
You should know that even in the upper realm, the Martial God has never seen such a person who controls bones at will. Bones are the foundation of the human body, and flesh and blood can be regenerated, but bones cannot do it. If they are not immortals, bone losses will be severely injured unless they are recast by the power of the immortal saint.
As he said that, the broken right hand of the Martial God slowly squirmed slowly, and the bones slowly formed again. After a while, a brand new right hand appeared again.
Gu Jun's eyes lit up when he saw this. In his life, he had never seen anyone who could regenerate bones like himself. If it weren't for the treasure of heaven, it would be difficult for humans to regenerate bones. But today he saw that the God of Martial Arts could also be regenerated, and he was inevitably surprised. If the other party was not an immortal saint and was in an opposing camp, he would have captured the God of Martial Arts for dissecting it.