Eternal Evil Emperor

Chapter 1878
What kind of fighting spirit is this, let alone know, no one can even imagine.

They don't even know why Xie Tian has the fighting spirit to distort even the void.

They could only tell from the sudden silence of the servant girl and Shen Wushuang's sudden burst of momentum that the two immortals attached great importance to this fighting spirit.

Not just immortals.

Even this holy land reacted.

There is no wind around the mountains, but there is wind.

The wind brought clouds that came from nowhere.

strong wind.

Yun Chi.

It seemed that the wind and clouds in the Holy Land were all ignited by Xie Tian's fighting spirit.

Even the stunning beauty who was using dozens of saint clones to deploy the curved blade, who had just wiped away her tears, was startled by this invisible fighting spirit.

"This fighting spirit is so familiar..."

"As expected of a member of the Lu family, even without blood..."

Rumble!
Xie Tian, ​​who was running, only raised his right hand, and the thunder was loud and deafening.

Everyone's hairs stood on end.

This ordinary arm is full of silk threads born of haste.

It's not scary.

But those seemingly cute supernatural powers hanging on the strands of void silk threads of different lengths are quite terrifying!

"This, this is the supernatural power!"

"Supernatural powers are nothing, but on his right arm, there are nearly a hundred kinds of magical powers!"

"To what extent is his control over supernatural powers!"

"I'm afraid that even a speck of dust in his hands can easily kill me!"

……

But is this really the scariest thing?
When Zuo Qiudan saw that his cousin Zuo Qiu Heng was pale and started to tremble beside him, he realized something was wrong.

Because his cousin can also achieve supernatural powers.

"Heaven, heaven and earth wish..."

Heaven and earth wish?

Zuo Qiudan froze for a moment, then was taken aback for a moment, and then, his jaw fell off with a click.

"Impossible, this, this, this is impossible..."

"He, the void thread around his right arm," Zuoqiu Heng tremblingly said, "Actually, it was formed by his fusion of heaven and earth..."

Zuo Qiudan was struck by lightning.

The levels are different.

Look different.

Shock is different.

It was Xietian's will to die that made the slave girl lose her voice.

What made Shen Wushuang dignified was Xie Tian's right fist.

It seems that because of the threat brought by this punch, he, who banned the Kingdom of God and let his cultivation level fall to the sixth level of Qi Dao, twisted his body awkwardly...

Yet the awkwardness still exists.

Finally, Shen Wushuang knew that what made him feel awkward was not his lowered cultivation, but Xie Tian's punch.

When the wind from this punch hit his face like an iron ingot, he realized how pitiful those arrogances who had faced Xie Tian were.

boom!
The monstrous divine fire erupted from Shen Wushuang's body, and a illusory continent of the divine kingdom evolved above his head.

It's not that he looks down on Xie Tian and is reluctant to use the real Kingdom of God.

On the contrary, just because Xie Tian thinks highly of him too much, he doesn't dare to let his Kingdom of God suffer the impact of the statue of the Great Emperor because of a moment of carelessness.

"Projection of the Kingdom of God, [-]% combat power, it should be enough..."

Even though he was not sure, this was the basis of Shen Wushuang's response to Xie Tian's punch.

Afterwards, the illusory Divine Kingdom Continent wrapped around Shen Wushuang like a majestic map of mountains and rivers.

"Heaven and earth wish!"

Zuo Qiuheng let out another trembling exclamation, Zuo Qiudan sat on the ground directly, unable to even say it was impossible.

He had no idea that the two of them in this battle could do what they wanted.

"This, this, this is the standard for passing through the sky and entering the burial ground!"

That's all for Shen Wushuang!
Anyway, he is the number one immortal in the lower realm!

Evil day!

What is released outside is the world of the fit world!
How could it be possible to control one's own world in a subtle way!

And this belongs to the shock of the cultivators in the upper realm.

The lower realm cultivators are not qualified to feel the shock, but they have also gained a calmness that the upper realm cultivators do not have.

"It's about to start!"

"Xie Tian's punch is so handsome!"

"Hmph, what's the use of looking good? The opponent is Wushuang Xianzun!"

……

They, who are used to watching the evil heaven and the heaven defy the sky, paid no attention to the abnormal reactions of the cultivators in the upper realm, and even chattered with great interest.

The fire is like blood.

Shen Wushuang in it is like the god of purgatory.

Void twist.

The thread moves back.

Xie Tian, ​​who distorts the void, is like an eagle hitting the sky.

Just when everyone thought that the sky-strike eagle was about to have a violent collision with the God of Purgatory, Xie Tian stopped.

The sudden feeling brought by the stop made everyone's heads sway violently with inertia, almost breaking off.

The pupils in Shen Wushuang's divine eyes reacted uncontrollably, changing from extremely small to extremely large.

Even Xie Tian himself seemed unable to withstand the force of rebellion, his hair fluttering back ran to the front, and the black costume instantly became bright red.

however……

Although he stopped.

His right fist, however, did not stop, and continued to punch forward.

Strangely, the thread of void in the eyes of everyone in the lower realm also flew out before the fist.

"how is this possible?"

"Isn't this silk thread produced by extreme speed?"

"Yeah, it's fine if it doesn't disappear, why did you turn around?"

……

When the cultivators in the upper realm saw this scene, they subconsciously thought of Luo Bu.

"Five strings 81 kills!"

"Luo Bu used the power of essence and blood to form strings, Xie Tian he..."

"He borrowed the heaven and the earth to form strings!"

"The two of them..."

……

Shen Wushuang was the first person to think of Luo Bu, but the next moment, he dispelled the speculation that it was about to breed.

Because of Xie Tian's fist, he stopped.

Must stop.

Otherwise, he would leave Xie Tian's body.

But the silk thread did not stop.

Not only does it not stop, it seems to be given life by Xie Tian, ​​with more than a hundred magical powers, lingering, shuttling, and weaving in the void...

Weaving was completed, another fist exuding pure white fluorescence.

See this fist...

All the cultivators in the lower realm looked shocked and envious.

Because it looks good.

The cultivators in the upper realm were stunned.

Because I don't understand.

Shen Wushuang...

The hairs stand on end!

Because, he can understand.

Incredible!

Because, this is impossible.

Shocked!

Because, it's too late.

The white fist is flying.

It was like a pure white veil flying towards Xie Tian with the sad news of Tian Yi's last imprint of life.

It flies very lightly.

It looks like a graceful figure in heavenly clothes.

The countless divine threads that Shen Wushuang's divine fire hastily transformed could not touch it at all.

It flies very heavy.

It looks like the will of death poured by the evil sky.

The map of mountains and rivers transformed from the phantom of Shen Wushuang's kingdom of gods collapsed violently.

But is that enough?

not enough.

Xietian, whose mouth was crazily bleeding, touched his chest again with his free right hand.

The coldness in his chest is his sadness.

The burning in his chest was his anger.

Sadness turned into tears.

Anger is like blood.

When two lines of blood tears slipped down Xie Tian's bloody eyes from his cheeks...

"I'm not some young master Feiyang, I'm not some young master, I'm just a mortal..."

He sighed hoarsely.

Xie Tian then became a mortal who couldn't be more pure, who has been rolled around in the world of mortals for countless times.

The mortal vomited blood even more frantically.

And that pure white fist seemed to become plain and ordinary because of it.

Seeing this scene, Zuoqiu Heng finally couldn't help screaming, screaming out the conclusion that Shen Wushuang had guessed but categorically denied.

"Falling Dust Mood!"

puff!
The pure white fist, woven by Xie Tian's fusion of heaven and earth, with nearly a hundred supernatural powers, Xie Tian's sadness and anger, and venting the emotions and six desires of mortal Xie Tian, ​​easily pierced Shen Wushuang's mountain and river map, Shen Wushuang's The body flew out from his back...

God's blood flowed.

Shen Wushuang snorted and staggered a few steps.

The next moment, he looked down at the blood hole in the center of his chest, and then looked up at Xie Tian.

God's eyes are extremely complicated.

"I didn't expect that you even realized the holy pattern."

Boom boom boom!
Hearing the word holy pattern, the souls of all the cultivators in the upper realm were scattered.

ps: Everyone is a scholar, comments should be civilized, Shen Wushuang knows how to be honest, don't be as shameless as Shen Wushuang, you are shameless, Yuanzi can only do his part, and give a last warning to that bastard.

(End of this chapter)