Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 902 Sacred Forbidden, Four Battle Scars!

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clang!
A majestic sound of gold and iron clashing, accompanied by the muffled groan of the fifth holy son, the forty-nine-foot-high huge stone body staggered backwards, compared with Su Qinian's figure which was only seven feet tall, the contrast was huge , Many young masters of the two races couldn't help being stunned, and even their breathing froze.

The Fifth Holy Son staggered backwards, while Su Qinian followed him like a shadow. He seemed to be walking in a leisurely manner, but with every step he took, he always kept a distance of eight feet from the Fifth Holy Son, with one fist firmly and straight forward Smashing down, there is no fancy, but there is a kind of majestic fist stirring, and there is also a kind of extreme speed, so that the fifth holy son can't avoid it, so he can only attack.

clang!clang!clang!
The gale and thunder caused the Ziyang spear to shake violently, and as Su Qinian landed one punch after another, the illusory runes branded on the spear began to flicker, and even dense cracks appeared.

Three punches, four punches, five punches... seven punches, eight punches, nine punches!
With the fall of Su Qinian's ninth punch, the rune completely collapsed. With a bang, the body of the spear broke, and the fifth holy son was sent flying horizontally with a punch. There are purplish-red stone blood gurgling, spilling down, melting the soil and mud, turning into pools of hot magma.

"Five Holy Sons!"

Some Stone Clan exclaimed, never thought that the Fifth Holy Son, who was so strong at the moment, could not block the fist of that Human Clan.

Flying across for several miles, the moment he landed, the Fifth Holy Son held his hands in vain, and a divine spear that was cast like copper turned from virtual to real, and the cold spear body glowed with a cold metallic light. The body trembled violently, giving birth to a scorching sharp edge.

This is the ground soldier belonging to the Fifth Holy Son, mixed with precious Ziyang God Gold, although it is not much, it is already very precious.

Click!

But immediately after, Su Qinian punched down, smashing the spear body as thick as a stone pillar. Under the astonished gazes of the young masters of the two races, the fist landed on the shoulder of the fifth holy son, and with a puff, blood spattered. It flew out again, and the forty-nine-foot majestic stone body was also knocked back to its original shape. At this time, its aura weakened rapidly, and it was obvious that the short-term boost of Psychic Storm's combat power also reached the end and began to fall back.

"Your physical body..."

The fifth holy son coughed up blood, the ground soldier's spear was broken, his mental will was shaken, and his mind was wounded. Su Qinian's punch was too strong, not only punched him back to his original shape, but also shocked him. The muscles and bones all over his body were convulsed, and many dark cracks even appeared.

Su Qinian nodded, then shook his head, then looked at the Fifth Holy Son, and said in a deep voice, "Take your blood, this is your last chance."

Before the fifth holy son could speak, Su Qinian took a step forward, setting off a void storm, distorting the ten miles of wild plain where the two of them were.

In a blink of an eye, half a cup of tea passed by.

The young masters of the two races kept their eyes peeled, but it was difficult to see the changes in the virtual and real in the void storm. Only the faint breath in the storm from time to time, even if they were separated by tens of miles or even farther, made everyone feel terrified.

After half a cup of tea, the void storm subsided, and only one figure emerged.

"Five Holy Sons!"

Countless young masters of the Stone Clan cried out in grief, because they could no longer see the shadow of the fifth holy son, and could not even feel a trace of life energy. Spirituality fades.

Dressed in a coarse white robe, Su Qinian stood on this piece of ruined and desolate land that was swept by the end of the world, with no expression on his face, showing no joy or anger, only a pair of eyes that were a little deeper than before.

For the first time, he felt the cruelty of race disputes.

Turning around, he took another look at the young masters of the Zhushi clan who were being led by the crowd. At this moment, their faces were ashen, and they all showed despair.

While thinking, the chains wrapped around the body of a famous Stone Clan young master were loosened, and under the puzzled eyes of everyone, they suddenly stretched straight, like a magic arrow, piercing the eyebrows of dozens of Stone Clan members. , passing through.

The stone blood splashed and soaked the ground. This scene stunned everyone, no matter whether it was the human race or the stone race. Many people in the younger generation showed astonishment. They didn't expect Su Qinian to kill him suddenly. This time, dozens of people were killed. The lives of nearly a hundred young masters of the Stone Clan, including nearly ten taboos and one holy ban.

There was an azure-colored airflow rising from the body of a well-known Stone Clan and piercing Su Qinian's eyebrows, but in the eyes of many young Stone Clan masters in the distance, they were all blood-colored.

"What a poisonous hand!"

"Killing God! One day you will fall into our hands!"

"The heroes of our clan are buried here!"

Some stone clans gritted their teeth, some screamed, and some sighed. Today's battle exceeded their expectations and imaginations. It was stronger than the fifth holy son who was defeated and even lost his life. The first one to fall among the six holy sons, a true hero of the blood.

hum!
Absorbing the luck of dozens of young masters of the Stone Clan, Su Qinian's brows have already condensed a whole four azure battle marks, which are as crystal as sapphire and have a faint bronze luster. With the help of these four battle marks, Su Qinian's sense of the trajectories of the various ways between heaven and earth became more and more clear, and his spiritual will became more and more condensed and firm, which even made him have an idea that maybe right now, with this almost invincible will, he can easily get through a road. Reincarnation, take a solid step forward on the road of will reincarnation.

Not impulsive, Su Qinian calmed down. At this time, a group of young masters of the Stone tribe had dispersed and retreated. Some young masters of the tribe chased after them, and more people stayed behind. At this moment, they stepped forward one by one to salute. It's a majestic appearance, not mixed with any moisture, enough to make any peer feel awe.

After half a stick of incense, Su Qinian went on the road alone, and he wanted to rush to the depths of the fragments of the stone world first. Right now, most of the real young masters of the two races have already penetrated deep into it. I don't know how to really get the approval and attachment of this stone fragment.

This day is destined to be restless.

One of the sixteen holy sons of the Yangtie Division, the fifth holy son died, and was shot to death on the barren plain by the light walkers of the human race.

But no matter how fast the news came, it would not be as fast as Su Qinian's footsteps. He had already taken a step ahead, crossed tens of thousands of miles, and reached the depths of this fragment of the square stone world, entering a dark and desolate ruin.

It is said to be ruins, but it is actually a barren land, which is only visible to the eye. There are broken walls everywhere, and bare bones can be seen everywhere on the land. There is no wind here, the sky is gray, the sky is full of stars, and there is deathly silence.

What a thick dead air!

Su Qinian was alert at the first moment, this place is very unusual, the air is sticky, filled with dead air, the form of gods that restrain people, even showing signs of eroding the will of the spirit.

With a cold snort, Su Qinian's body shimmered and became as transparent as glass, and the bright breath permeated, dispelling all external evils, purifying dead energy, and keeping it three feet away from his body.

Stepping into the Bone Tempering Dzogchen Realm, Su Qinian's physique has skyrocketed a lot, and he has penetrated part of the battle body boundary from the Earth Opening Realm to the Opening Heaven Realm. The realm of opening the sky is the half-step opening of the will, so the current Su Qinian is the half-step opening of the physical body that is rare in the world.

With such a solid and indestructible body, full of vitality, these dead breaths can't do anything to him at all.

Woo!
There is no wind in the ruins, but there is a whimpering sound, like a ghost crying, and there is a sense of creepiness in the silence.

According to the perception of luck, Su Qinian can be sure that this is the depth of the fragments of the stone world, and it is also the place where luck guides, and it is more like an ancient battlefield.

After traveling for only a few miles, Su Qinian saw animal bones as big as a hill, and dark golden phalanxes that could be as long as ten feet. It is hard to imagine how huge the owner of this phalanx is. Existence, but it's a pity that endless years have polished everything, the great power in this finger bone has dissipated, leaving only a layer of bone that is barely immortal, but after Su Qi's young touch, it also silently melted into a piece of bone powder.

In addition, Su Qinian also saw an iron ax that was hundreds of feet long, pitch black and full of cracks, and even a bone stick that was only one foot long and slender like a rolling pin.

After walking for seven or eight miles, Su Qinian saw an ancient altar. The gray altar was mottled and made of an unknown stone. It was full of knife marks, sword holes, axes and whip marks. Shi Ding fell to the ground, two of the four tripod legs were missing, the body of the tripod was densely covered with cracks, and the inside of the tripod was black, but Su Qinian vaguely felt a chill down his spine. What ink color, but blood color!
It's hard to imagine what kind of life's blood it is. After at least two epochs, it still hasn't been wiped out. Even if there is only a tiny trace left, it makes Su Qinian palpitate. From Su Qinian's point of view , even the holy blood is impossible, it is absolutely above all the saints.

After walking for more than ten miles, I saw the broken stone furnace and the collapsed stone gate, which can be thousands of feet high, like a rusty iron tower cut in half by a sharp knife... Su Qinian came to a bottomless road before the abyss.

Here, he finally felt the vitality, which came from the young and strong men of the two races.

On the abyss, there are eight simple and mottled stone bridges, all of which are broken, but they barely connect the two sides of the abyss. On the other side of the abyss, there is a hazy gray mist. place.

The eight stone bridges are respectively guarded by the Human Race and the Stone Race. Among them, the Human Race has only three, and the Stone Race has fully occupied the entrances of five stone bridges.

someone is coming!

At the moment when Su Qinian appeared, the eyes of the young masters of the two races fell at the same time. The human race was pleasantly surprised at first, but soon some people smiled wryly and shook their heads. The fragments of the stone world can only be regarded as the bottom of the existence. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket, starting point genuine subscription is the biggest support for ten steps!)
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