In the clash of fists, Daluo Daoguo's initial cultivation strength continued to burst out.
Yan Congjiao, the number one son of the Nine Nether Demon Palace, and Tang Muzhi, the genius of the great clan of Heaven, are in a chess match, and it's hard to tell the winner!
An earth-shaking loud noise came from the sky above Tianjian Peak, and the surrounding wind and snow were constantly shattered, revealing the clear sky within a radius of thousands of miles of Tianjian Peak.
The two of them were fighting lively, and the warriors watching the battle were also watching the fight lively. The warriors from the Eastern and Northern Territories screamed:
"Well played!"
"Tang Muzhi, kill him!"
"First Son of God, no matter which sect you come from, as long as you are a warrior from the Eastern Region, then give our Eastern Region a voice!"
The northern warriors naturally encouraged Tang Muzhi.
On the other hand, although many Eastern Region warriors have prejudices against the Nine Nether Demon Palace, they even dislike it.
But seeing the First Son of God fighting for the Eastern Territory at this moment also moved many Eastern Territory warriors, and their prejudices and disgust gradually dropped a lot.
Tang Muzhi and the First Son of God seemed not to hear the voices of the people around them at all. They were immersed in the competition.
"I really didn't expect that your strength can actually compete with mine?"
"I look down upon you."
Tang Muzhi twisted his wrist, his face showed surprise, but he also somewhat recognized the strength of the First God Son.
The First Son of God raised the hair on his forehead and chuckled: "You are not bad either. There are not many people in the world who can catch my punch without falling!"
The conversation between these two people made many warriors on Tianjian Peak smile bitterly and shake their heads, including Lin Bai and Xiao Junfeng, who felt like they were hiding their faces and laughing.
"Then give me another punch!"
The First Son of God's face darkened, and he immediately clenched his fists with five fingers, and the momentum from his whole body exploded, stirring up the world.
There was a strange distortion in the space behind the First Son of God, and a black mist shrouded the sky and turned into a ferocious and terrifying face.
On that face, a pair of blood-red eyes opened slightly and stared at Tang Muzhi.
"The art of a great psychic!"
The young man sitting next to Xiao Junfeng exclaimed, and Lin Bai and Xiao Junfeng also instantly felt the power of this punch.
This does not seem to be an ordinary magical method, but a technique belonging to a person with great magical powers!
Wang Zhengyang, the Holy Son of the All Saints Mountain, is indeed a good child who studies hard. He can tell at a glance the origin of the magical method used by the First Son of God.
"It's the Heavenly Demon Fist from the Nine Nether Demon Palace!"
Wang Zhengyang explained softly: "One hundred thousand years ago, there was a sect in the eastern region of the demon world called the 'Tian Mo Sect', and the inherited Taoist method was the 'Tian Mo Fist'."
"But one hundred thousand years ago, with the rise of the Nine Nether Demon Palace, the Holy Lord dominated the world and destroyed the Heavenly Demon Sect."
"And the inherited Taoism of Tianmo Sect naturally fell into the hands of Jiuyou Demon Palace."
Having said this, Wang Zhengyang paused and continued: "The Heavenly Demon Sect one hundred thousand years ago was considered one of the top forces in the Eastern Region of the Demon Realm. This technique of recruiting people with great supernatural powers was once a famous technique in the Demon Realm!"
There was a wry smile on Lin Bai's lips. How come Wang Zhengyang was more familiar and understood the magic of the Nine Nether Demon Palace than he was.
I saw the First Son of God clenching his fist with five fingers, and the phantom of the demon condensed behind him roared, and the sound waves rolling in shook the surrounding space.
After roaring, the First Son of God suddenly punched out. The terrifying power condensed into substance and turned into a black beam of light, heading straight towards Tang Muzhi.
"Well done!"
Tang Muzhi's eyes widened. Faced with such a ferocious blow from the First Son of God, he did not dodge, but laughed maniacally.
He immediately mobilized all his breath and resisted the menacing punch from the First Son of God!
But at the same time, he was also knocked back thousands of meters!
"Can you resist it?"
"Is it the power of the physical body again?"
"Is it the Primordial God Clan again?"
Lin Bai and others were slightly surprised to see Tang Muzhi using his physical strength to resist this "great supernatural power" technique.
Although the First Son of God only has the cultivation level of the Daluo Daoguo realm in the early stage and cannot display the full power of the technique of a person with great magical powers, this is after all the technique of a person with great magical powers, far superior to other divine channels.
It is impossible to resist head-on with physical strength, unless Tang Muzhi also possesses the same magical power as the barbarians and the Sun God Body.
"no!"
As a warrior from the Northern Territory, Xiao Junfeng immediately shook his head and said: "This is... the demon dragon transformation!"
"It's also a technique used by great supernatural powers!"
Transformation into a demon dragon?... Lin Bai and others turned their attention to Tang Muzhi, who was pushed back about a thousand meters, and indeed discovered something strange.
At this moment, Tang Muzhi's body was densely covered with layers of neatly arranged illusory scales, covering his whole body, even his face was clearly exposed.
These scales constantly change state between illusion and reality, and finally stabilize on reality.
It was as if a layer of golden scales had grown on Tang Muzhi's body, covering him all over!
Wang Zhengyang, the Holy Son of the All Saints Mountain, frowned and thought for a while, then said: "Monster Dragon Transformation? Is this the secret inheritance left by the 'monster Taoist' many years ago?"
"I didn't expect this technique to fall into the hands of Beiyu?"
Xiao Junfeng chuckled and said: "Although the Wansheng Mountain territory is known as the burial place of ancient sages, not only is it all within the Wansheng Mountain territory, but also part of it falls into the territory of the Northern Territory."
Wang Zhengyang was noncommittal and said slowly: "If I guessed correctly, this should be a magical technique created by warriors who advocated the demon clan's cultivation method, right?"
Worship the demon clan’s cultivation method?... Lin Bai whispered this sentence softly.
Xiao Junfeng nodded and said: "This can almost be traced back to the prehistoric era!"
"Back when the human race was weak, they worshiped the powerful strength and physique of the demon race. Therefore, many seniors thought hard and finally imitated the demon race's cultivation method and created a unique cultivation technique!"
"In ancient times and ancient times, this method of cultivation was called 'demon cultivation'."
Demon cultivator!... Lin Bai opened his eyes slightly.
These two words have almost disappeared in the long history, just because the current level of the martial arts world is extremely high, the human race has developed a training system unique to the human race, and there is no need to borrow the training methods of the demon clan!
But in the prehistoric era, the "demon cultivator" also shined brightly and made great contributions to the establishment of the human race!
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Tang Muzhi's body seemed to be covered with a layer of dragon scale golden armor, which made him look particularly magical.
After resisting the punch from the First Son of God, he raised his head slightly, and a strange light gradually appeared in his black and white pupils.
His eyes gradually turned into a pair of golden vertical pupils, and the illusion of dragon horns even grew on the top of his head!
"Come again!"
Tang Muzhi laughed maniacally and rushed toward the First Son of God. He punched down with his fist covered in dragon scales, shattering the void.
The First Son of God was not to be outdone, with demonic aura all over his body, and the phantom of the demon behind him kept roaring ferociously.
One demon and one demon fought fiercely in mid-air. Both sides used the most advanced magical powers. Every time they collided, there was a loud and earth-shattering sound.
The two fought against each other for hundreds of rounds, but there was still no winner.
The young man sitting next to Xiao Junfeng looked at it for a while and then laughed: "It looks like they are evenly matched. In the end, it will probably be a battle to see who will exhaust himself first?"
"Not necessarily!" Lin Bai and Xiao Junfeng were both paying close attention to this battle. After hearing the young man's words, they both said almost in unison.
The young man was immediately surprised when he heard this. If someone refuted his point of view, he could accept it. After all, everyone has different opinions.
However, both Lin Bai and Xiao Junfeng refuted at the same time, which surprised the young man.
Xiao Junfeng smiled at Lin Bai: "Brother Lin also noticed it?"
Lin Bai's face was not very pretty, he nodded and said: "The First Son of God has fallen into the trap! Tang Muzhi is going to change his tactics."
Xiao Junfeng chuckled and said: "Yes, although the First Son of God has good strength, he seems to have very little actual combat experience."
"Although Tang Muzhi acted extremely arrogant and arrogant, in fact there were subtleties in the rough and the subtle. He led the First Son of God into his trap step by step!"
The young man and the man in black robes were both surprised by this. Apparently, neither of them noticed Tang Muzhi's actions. Even Wang Zhengyang was confused!
Suddenly at this moment.
Tang Muzhi, who was having a fierce confrontation with the First Son of God, showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth when he was unnoticeable.
A pair of golden wings of light suddenly appeared from behind him, causing his speed to suddenly increase and he quickly crossed the defense line set up by the First Son of God.
With two collisions, he quickly punched out, breaking all the defenses on the First God Son, and then his sword-like fist fell on the First God Son.
"Ah!" A shrill scream came, and the First Son of God was sent flying by Tang Mu's punch.
The fist, which was as powerful as breaking a bamboo and capable of splitting mountains apart, left the body of the First Son of God bloody and bloody.
When Lin Bai saw this, he stared at Tang Muzhi and sneered: "I have long seen that he was hiding something, but I didn't expect it to be true."
Xiao Junfeng also nodded slightly and said: "Every move of his boxing technique is just right. It's obvious that he didn't use his full strength."
"Since he didn't go all out, he must be preparing some powerful means."
"It seems like it's just for this moment."
Tang Muzhi suddenly attacked, catching the First Son of God completely off guard. He was punched several times and sent flying.
"hateful!"
After receiving several heavy blows, the First Son of God vomited blood and looked a little embarrassed.
But he had not completely lost his fighting spirit and struggled to get up.
But at this moment, Tang Muzhi did not give the First Son of God any chance to counterattack, and quickly took out the Supreme Divine Weapon to suppress the First Son of God.
I saw Tang Muzhi raising his left hand high, and a small mountain of five-color rays of "red, yellow, green, black, and gold" suddenly burst out from his palm!
The five-color mountain was condensed, and Tang Muzhi threw it downwards.
Before the First Son of God had time to react, the five-color mountain spun around and quickly grew in size, becoming a hundred feet in size. It landed on the shoulders of the First Son of God with the power to suppress everything.
"ah!"
The First Son of God screamed again and used all his strength to resist the pressure of the five-color mountain, but even so, he was still bent down by the pressure of the five-color mountain.
"Hmm."
"Do you think I am joking with you?"
"Fool!"
"Suffer death!"
At the moment when the First Son of God was suppressed by the Five Color Mountain, Tang Muzhi used his thunderous method again, and the golden scales all over his body burst out with bright and dazzling light, like a stream of light passing through the sky, and struck hard at the First Son of God.
The First Son of God, who was trapped under the Five Color Mountain, wanted to take out the Supreme Divine Weapon to resist, but at this moment he felt that even if he was distracted in the slightest, he would be crushed to pieces by the Five Color Mountain.
And Tang Muzhi attacked again, making the First Son of God feel suffocated instantly!
"No!"
A strong shadow of death shrouded the body of the First Son of God, making him look pale and sweat profusely.
Just when Tang Mu was about to kill the first divine son with one punch, a figure suddenly appeared in front of his first divine son, reaching out to block Tang Muzhi's offensive!
Stone people are kind!
After Tang Muzhi was knocked back by Elder Shi Renshan's palm, he said helplessly: "There is no need to fight. We will admit defeat in this battle!"
Although Tang Muzhi felt a little unhappy, he could see after all that the person who took action must be a high-level warrior from the Nine Nether Demon Palace, and he did not dare to make a mistake.
"Since senior has spoken, let's naturally let it go!"
Tang Muzhi gave Shi Renshan some face and did not plan to take further action.
Instead, the First Son of God, who was suppressed under the Five Color Mountain, roared with extreme anger:
"I didn't lose!"
"Master, please remove this strange mountain that is pressing on me and let me come out and fight with him again!"
The extremely angry roar of the First Son of God echoed throughout the world and was seen by many warriors.
Upon hearing this, many warriors showed disdain and contempt.
If Shi Renshan hadn't suddenly stopped Tang Muzhi, the First Son of God would have died with that blow just now.
But at this point, the First Son of God still doesn't know how to repent, and still thinks that he has the power to fight. Isn't this making people laugh?
Shi Renshan's expression changed slightly and he had not said anything yet, but Tang Muzhi in front was a little unhappy:
"Senior, since your disciple from the Nine Nether Demon Palace keeps saying that he has not lost, then let's continue fighting!"
"Senior, please leave and let the juniors take action!"
At this moment, Shi Renshan, who had come to help, was put on the fire. He could neither leave nor leave.
If he leaves, the First Son of God will definitely die!
If he doesn't leave, he will become a joke in the demon world.
The warriors who competed previously, even if the Holy Son of the Soul Refining Sect was not the opponent of the Holy Son of the Wansheng Mountain, after the master of the Soul Refining Sect took action, the Holy Son of the Soul Refining Sect also decisively admitted defeat.
Because the Holy Son of the Soul Refining Sect knew very well that if the sect’s seniors hadn’t taken action, he would have died!
The situation of the First Divine Son today is almost the same as that of the Holy Son of the Soul Refining Sect at that time.
It stands to reason that the Stone Man was kind enough to help, and the First Son of God should have taken this opportunity to go downhill and admit defeat.
Instead, he kept shouting at this moment, saying that he had not lost and that he would continue to fight.
This made Shi Renshan feel angry!
Especially now that the eyes of all the warriors in the demon world have fallen on Shi Renshan, Shi Renshan feels like he has lost all face.