Sure enough, pride is like a Meisi person, and it is impossible to leave everything to others.
Yan Wuse was even more happy to see the Meisi people bury themselves in the inner island because they wanted to restrict his two angels of light.
In this way, all I have to face is the idle hatred in poor condition.
Even if he sometimes wields the Ancestral Shadow Staff, this staff can't do any frontal damage!
Yan Wuxi has a lot of knowledge about these ten powerful weapons.
This staff can strengthen the power of time and is indeed very powerful under certain circumstances.
But the higher the intensity, the greater the restrictions, not to mention non-temporal attributes. For example, changing the time of the entire Void Island will inevitably cost a lot every time.
With so much time left to hate, how many more times can I take action?
While thinking, Mei Si raised his sword and rushed into the sky, while Yan Wuse lowered his head and flashed towards Kong Yuhen.
The two of them are like the waters of the Jingwei River, passing by each other without disturbing each other.
"The spare hatred——"
Yan Wuse roared excitedly, his expression was excited, and his face lost its shape and form in the flash of light and shadow.
However, at this time, Kong Yuhen made vulgar actions that were extremely inconsistent with his identity.
He stretched out his hand into the void in front of him, pulled out a large handful of holy medicine, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"this?"
Yan Wuse turned into an aurora and passed through Kong Yuhen's body almost at the same time, but at a certain moment, he noticed something was wrong.
Above the nine heavens, the Angel of the Moon and the Angel of the Star were not hindered at all, and successfully reached the high altitude, each raising their arms.
However, Mei Siren, who was supposed to contain Yue and Star Angel, stopped halfway, turned around, and the secret formation of the sword path disappeared under his feet.
"The swordsmanship of the heart, the gods and Buddhas in front of you."
With a murmur, Taicheng Sword shook, and a ferocious sword elephant jumped out from behind Mei Siren.
The sword image at this time is extremely illusory and does not show a substantial form, because this sword focuses on the swordsmanship of the heart and no longer focuses on the spiritual thoughts.
As soon as the sword elephant appeared, Yan Wuse was forced out of the form of light. His expression flickered, and the ferocious devil flashed into his mind.
Sword Elephant broke into his spiritual world!
This is not strong.
The Wuyou Sword Style, which is also in the first realm, can break through the Yanwu Color, and the gods and Buddhas can naturally do it as well.
It's just that because the essence of the sword elephant is the power of penetrating spiritual thoughts, it requires a little more effort.
But that's all, after all, the Meisi people can't attack with all their strength!
Yan Wuse is also the master of everything in the state of consciousness and spirit.
He even transformed into a god of light, looking down at the vicious sword elephant that jumped into his spiritual world.
I have to say, this is a very stupid move!
Other half-saints may have strong spiritual skills, but corresponding shortcomings in spirit and soul.
The Three Emperors won't.
The Three Emperors have no shortcomings!
"Lord of Gods..."
On the sea of consciousness, Yan Wuse incarnates as the spirit of light in his own world, spreading his arms high.
But the sound fell, the spiritual world was in turmoil, nine-day thunder disasters, volcanic eruptions, flash floods and tsunamis and other strange phenomena occurred.
The full moon is in the sky, and the evil spirits are created by themselves.
A ninety-nine-story lone building was pulled up from the ground. On the top of the ancient building, there was a lonely black figure.
In the real world, the second real body stepped on the kendo disk in the distance, activated the unity of heaven and man, and reached the sky in one step and flashed in front of "Kong Yuhen".
In front of this deity's face, Yan Wucolor, who was forced out of his body by Mei Si's sword elephant, was at this moment.
For a brief moment.
But, this is an opportunity!
"The art of swordsmanship is all demonic."
After receiving the teacher's sword, the second true form of the brave and unafraid of death finished one sentence, Yan Wuse's spiritual world received a cold look from the shadow of Gulou, and the devilish aura burst out from his eyes.
A moment.
Still only for a moment.
In less than half a breath, Yan Wuse adjusted his state.
It is impossible for the Three Emperors to go crazy!
It is impossible for the Three Emperors to be dominated by the will of others, or to be suppressed by the inner demon level of their own will!
Nowadays, the gods and Buddhas are just a joke to those who are firm in their hearts.
Opening his eyes, Meisi people are at the end of their rope, and Xu Xiaoshou is at the end of his rope.
Yan Wuse had a sneer on his face.
He laughed at the Mei Si people who didn't understand the difference between half-saints and half-saints. He laughed at Xu Xiaoshou who dared to take action despite his ignorance. He even laughed at Kongyu who was so weak that he needed help from others before he dared to take action against him.
If you look at it this way, maybe Kongyu Henlian's present body is just a semi-saint incarnation...
wrong!
The incarnation of a semi-saint is not so weak, right?
Even Xu Xiaoshou came over to help. Why did Kong Yu hate this and be so incompetent?
He is fake?
A certain possibility flashed through Yan Wuse's mind - only when someone was present, similar speculation could appear in Fang's mind at the Holy Temple.
"Meow~"
A cat's meow scratched Yan WuSe's thoughts and scratched his face.
After opening his eyes, he no longer saw Kong Yuhen's young face, but a vaguely medicinal... cat head?
After Yan Wuse's gaze was fixed, his pupils lost focus.
What did he see?
Three disgusting eyes!
From a cat...Hitomi Aika?!
The three gray flowers quickly turned over and flowed into the pupils. Yan Wuse briefly lost consciousness and opened his lips and teeth:
"Meow~"
This sound contained holy power and spread throughout almost half of the Void Island.
The colorless old face turned red on the spot after calling.
A moment!
It’s still only a moment!
Even though he was controlled by the Sanyan Eyes and the Turning Mind Aperture, Yan Wuse's powerful soul power still managed to break free in an instant.
On the contrary, the little white cat, whose body was filled with the scent of medicine, was so shocked by the backlash that it vomited blood and flew backwards, almost comatose.
"There is no time left to hate, and there is no point in stubbornly resisting..."
Before Yan WuSe could finish his words, his thoughts were almost frozen, and at the same time, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He saw the face of a young man with a distorted expression. It was clearly not Kong Yuhen's, but... Xu Xiaoshou's?
Sure enough, it was Xu Xiaoshou!
So just now, you and No. 2 were restrained by this fake boy?
When was it replaced?
How could he have a semi-holy incarnation?
Or maybe this is the external incarnation inherited from the storyteller, but the external incarnation is clearly not this type of existence!
There was no time to think, Yan Wuse's consciousness was frozen.
He saw the right arm that had returned to Xu Xiaoshou's true form and was rounded like a blackened dead tree. The sleeves and robes turned into dead leaves in the waving air, and pieces flew away.
He saw the majestic energy condensed in the sleeveless red-scorched fist, compressed into a large mass, like the beginning of chaos, capable of opening up the power of heaven and earth.
Powerful, supreme, and unsolvable!
The colorless scalp suddenly opened, and death came over me.
This is a punch that is enough to threaten the life of the semi-saint, and it is a punch that is enough to knock out his face!
Such a punch was something that Kong Yuhen... no, could Xu Xiaoshou be able to throw?
impossible!
Don't say that Xu Xiao suffered.
When the real hatred comes, it is impossible to condense such power that can open up chaos under such short control - pure, ultimate, exhausting the power of the physical body, and absolute output power!
"Die!"
A distorted roar exploded in my ears.
Yan Wuse wanted to dodge. He had the speed of light. As long as his consciousness reacted quickly enough, he could dodge the attack no matter what.
Even though he encountered three consecutive waves of control.
But as soon as his body moved, the pain in his chest intensified, and time on the Void Island was frozen.
The image transmitted by Sheng Nian was of Xu Xiaoshou holding nothingness with his left hand, but it was like grabbing something and stabbing it into his heart.
Yes, the Shadow Staff of the Ancestor of Time?
At this moment, time on the entire Void Island stopped due to Xu Xiaoshou's punch.
Yan Wuse finally moved, with disbelief on his face.
Lights and shadows flickered in his mind, and the information Gou Wuyue had reported jumped out:
There is a person in the Holy Slave who possesses a special spiritual skill that can blow his head off.
It's a bit like spiritual skills, but a bit different.
It is very powerful, but the source of the power is unknown.
Yan WuSe stopped thinking.
At the last moment, the name of the guy who had punched Gou Wuyue was resounding in his mind, and he also heard the laughter in the whole hall.
And, at this moment, the roar from that name really came to my ears:
"Yan Moutou, punch me!!!"
…
The stream of chaotic light cut through the Void Island.
On the Sin Palace, the energy rippled horizontally, distorting the space and turning the color of light into nothingness.
The great power that suddenly emerged from the nine heavens was, at this moment, even brighter and more dazzling than that light.
Even the so-called brightest "white" in the world has been suppressed.
"What's this?"
Heart-stopping fluctuations were generated at the same time in the Temple of Sin, the Forest of Miracles, and the Blood Realm.
The spiritual masters scattered all over the Void Island all raised their eyes to pay attention.
Zhandao, Taixu... Even on the Holy God Continent, everyone is already at the pinnacle of each realm.
At this moment, everyone felt that they were as insignificant as ants.
At this point in the battle, those with sharp eyes have already used various methods to identify who is involved in the mixed fight above Void Island.
The Seven Sword Immortal Mei Siren, the Divine Envoy of Heaven No. 2, the King of Hell Huangquan, the Five Declines of Heaven and Man, etc.
The most eye-catching thing among them is that after Wan Jing puts on his clothes, he looks like a god descending to earth with the colorless face of the Three Emperors.
Everyone was staring at Yan Wuse from a distance, wanting to see when this soul-refining light would be able to clean up those "dark garbage".
Or maybe the boat capsizes in the gutter - but not many people have thought about this possibility.
Even if the Seven Sword Immortal Mei Siren conferred the title of Sword Saint, in today's era, his reputation is still not as great as that of the Three Emperors, who are full of gold.
Unexpectedly, in such a battle situation, a slightly unfamiliar young man suddenly ran out and burst into everyone's sight.
Sword Saint Mei Si, are they all supporting him?
His main output, one punch, hit the Three Emperor Yan Wu Color?
"boom!"
After the brilliance passed, the minds of the spiritual masters on Void Island all went blank for a brief moment, perfectly responding to the vacuum created by that moment and that punch.
And when Yan Wuse's old face was severely deformed under a punch, all the bones in his body crackled and shattered, his body turned into a stream of light and smashed through the space, falling straight from the sky, blasting through the back of Zuiyi Palace...
Everyone, it’s like waking up from a dream!
"The Third Emperor's colorless face was beaten away by a boy?"
"How can this be?!"
Outside the Zuiyi Hall, Leng Qi, the leader of the Daxian Tian Sect, who had been away from the center of the battlefield for a long time, and Ming Yue, the master of the Gui Yin Pavilion, looked at each other, looking at each other.
"He looks familiar?"
"No, absolutely not! It's impossible, absolutely impossible! Maybe, they just look a bit alike..."
"Look, isn't Saint Slave Xu Xiaoshou also present, so the one who punched should be someone else?"
"Then have you seen his face? He no longer pretends..."
Beside the holy execution ground, the two Gu brothers, holding swords and carrying swords, looked into the distance, their eyes equally dull.
"Elder brother, Mr. Siren!"
"It's not important. What's important is the person next to him."
"Chen...er, Brother Xu?"
"Yes, Xu Xiaoshou!"
"Isn't this right? The last time we saw Xu Xiaoshou was in the city lord's mansion when he was beating his junior brother, or in Bai Cave, on the Lijian Grassland? Is he an innate? Grandmaster?"
"...I also forgot a little bit."
In the realm of extinct fire, after all, the two masters and disciples of the Jizhao lineage, who could no longer soak in the magma, sat slumped on the big rock and watched the battle.
The battle on Void Island, no matter how enjoyable it was, had nothing to do with the Holy Palace.
But suddenly, the face of the young man who raised his fist and tried to beat Yan Wuwei changed, turning into a look that was very familiar to the two of them.
That boy, Xu Xiaoshou?
The person facing him was clearly Yan Wuse, who couldn't even be beaten away by his master's punch. He was fucked by Xu Xiaoshou, but he disappeared?
"Master!"
Bai Zian stood up in shock, his eyes were shocked and frightened.
This punch represents so many levels of meaning, perhaps even more explosive than the explosion of Void Island.
With just this punch, the Holy Palace Jinzhao lineage could no longer save Xu Xiaoshou.
Xu Xiaoshou will also be completely included in the belonging of the dark forces of the Saint Slaves - even if he is already a member of the Saint Slaves.
However, he had never really come into the sight of a big shot before, and there was a holy slave supporting him sleevelessly. Before Xu Xiaoshou, there was room for change.
Now, there is a big shot, even his eyeballs were blown out by him!
room?
The land is gone!
"past."
"Master, we just came to the Yunlun Mountains to inspect the future disciples of the Holy Palace. You must not forget this."
"Don't worry, I will remember it, my teacher."
"Then wait for me, Master, you are flying too fast!"
…
"Attention, passive value, +682."
"Being in awe, passive value, +793."
"Being suspicious, passive value, +1162."
"..."
The information bar couldn't stop popping up, and with a passive punch, Xu Xiaoshou completely entered the high-level circles of Holy God Continent.
Even Taixu is afraid, and even half-saints are frightened.
At this moment, Mei Siren was holding his sword, almost grinning from ear to ear. While fighting the aftermath of the punch, he stared blankly at Xu Xiaoshou, who only had half of his arm left.
He even blinked hard, only to realize that all this was not fake.
Did your own student really beat Yan Wuse away?
Or……
"Are you really jealous?"
"Under suspicion, passive value, +1."
On the other side of the underworld, the Five Deceased Heavenly Beings also stopped moving.
Because No. 2 also stopped chasing at this time, turned around with a shocked face, and looked at the battlefield elsewhere.
"Is there any spare time to hate?"
"Xu Xiaoshou?"
"Mr. Yan, was he beaten away?"
Visible to the naked eye, wisps of smoke floated from the sacred ring above No. 2's head.
No one could not believe what he was seeing more than No. 2, because only ten breaths had passed since Yan Wuse asked him to hunt down the King of Hell.
We just broke up and had sex?
"Being questioned, passive value, +1."
However, even though everyone on the island was shocked that he had wiped out Yan Wushe with one punch, Xu Xiaoshou himself was also blown up until only one arm was left holding the Shizu Shadow Staff.
Perhaps, this arm still relied on the power of the Time Ancestor Shadow Staff to survive.
Xu Xiaoshou no longer knew. After throwing that punch, his mind went blank for a moment.
But after coming back to his senses, he was not satisfied.
Very dissatisfied!
That was a passive punch with a charge value of 56.33%. How could it just knock people away?
Not to mention that he is colorless, even a god who specializes in cultivating the physical body and claims to have mastered the secrets of the art of lifting is here.
Head, everything has to bloom, right?
"Put your head back together and take another look."
The Second True Body Disappearance Technique came out after being silent for a while, stretched out his hand and created the Holy Five Finger Seed Technique.
Xu Xiaoshou's deity flashed a feast behind him, and with a "dong" sound, he swallowed it before the energy of the Holy Five Finger Seed Technique detonated.
"Transformation" is running like crazy.
With only one arm left, his body quickly repaired.
It wasn't until his head came back that Xu Xiaoshou seemed to have figured out how to exert his "perception".
He looked away.
A plume of smoke plowed through the heavens, tearing from the northeast corner of the main hall of Sin to the extreme southwest.
The space and the principles of Tao are all broken!
This is the direction Yan Wuse will take after being beaten away!
The Hall of Sin was so huge that only when Xu Xiaoshou had recovered to about seven or eighty-years-old did Yan Wuse plow through about 70% of the territory of the Hall of Sin.
This speed has to be said to be extremely fast!
The walls of the labyrinth could not stop Yan WuSe, who had turned into a pile of mud, and even the major side halls in the Sin Palace, even with the blessing of enchantments, could not stop him.
There was even a dark servant of the void who was smashed through the chest by his distorted face, breaking through the defense.
Until Yan Moutou turned into a rotten flesh, he was completely plowed away from the scope of the Sin Palace, breaking the barrier, and then smashed into the main street of the Kingdom of Giants. Then he passed through the ancient buildings from the street and blasted towards
In the virgin forest on the outskirts, after flying a certain Suppressing Monument.
"Rumble..."
The entire Sin Palace began to collapse and collapse.
Even though they were thousands of miles away, everyone on Void Island could see a huge mushroom cloud rising above the main hall.
The explosion of this main hall started from Zhenhuang Hall...
Later, due to various holy tribulations and imperial tribulations, even the dome was blasted through...
Now being plowed through by Yan Wuse, and having used up the power of the Passive Fist to open up the chaos, I finally couldn't hold it anymore...
Total collapse!
The majestic ancient palace is one of the Nine Jedi. At this time, even the palace guarding formation was destroyed after coming out, and it could not withstand Yan Wucolor's penetration...
Completely shattered!
Xu Xiaoshou squinted his eyes, not giving up yet.
When he dodged away, "Perception" saw Yan Wuse, who was almost blown away from the Zhenhuang Palace to another Jedi. After hitting the Suppression Monument at the end of the road, his whole body was shattered and turned into ashes. Even the color of the light was gone.
When it is erased.
Xu Xiaoshou was satisfied.
Thanks to the teacher Mei Siren, he had to play hard to get, take the lead in controlling Yan Wuse, and uncover Yan Wuse's true form, so that the passive fist could hope to hit Yan Wuse.
Thanks to his master Sang Lao, who taught him how to apply Yu Ling Drops in the Eighth Palace, Xu Xiaoshou knew how to apply Yan Wise.
At that time, Mr. Sang said:
"Elemental bodies have three ways to die."
"The last way to die is by absolute power."
Xu Xiaoshou waved his right arm, feeling the tingling sensation brought by the new flesh and blood. After this punch, he finally affirmed his fighting power.
Hit.
Even half-saints have to kneel down and call me grandpa.