Wu Po Jiuxiao

Martial arts!

saint!

Although Ye Fantian has already guessed the identity of this ancient corpse from the beginning until now, and even guessed the possibility of this martial arts saint, but when he really saw it, he still couldn't help showing a hint of it. shocked.

Shocked!

Shocking!

Ye Fantian even felt his body trembling, not because of fear, but because he was too shocked.

The appearance of all this made him start to feel caught off guard.

"Holy pattern..."

Looking at the other person's eyebrows, a strange divine pattern is slowly looming, and Ye Fantian spit out these two words.

Martial arts sage-level powerhouses can already be regarded as beings who have integrated and communicated with the entire universe, so after reaching this level, they will experience strange changes in themselves.

Or the arm evolves to have the supernatural power to travel through time and space, or the eyes mutate to become immortal eyes, or...

But all of these appearances will be marked with a mark—the holy pattern!

This sacred pattern is like a living thing, and it is guarding against all of this. Even if it falls, even if it turns into a bone, but this martial arts saint is a martial arts saint, and he is the strongest creature in the world. No one is allowed to desecrate his own body.

Even after death, the will of this body cannot be changed, even this will has been directly poured into all parts of the body!

Ye Fantian made countless calculations, but he never expected that there would be a corpse of a martial arts saint in this tomb. This Tianzong, no, it should be said that it is too scary to say that it is a Daoist.

Martial arts sage-level powerhouses, even if they are dead, but each bone on Zhou’s body is an artifact that shakes the sky and the universe. There is no need to temper it, no need to temper it, and there is absolutely no need for the slightest change. All of them can become world-wide artifacts.

"No, I'm afraid this is not what this Daoist wants. What he wants is to control the saint's corpse and exert the power of a martial arts saint!"

After thinking of this, Ye Fantian took a deep breath for a while.

Damn, it's too cruel!

If it is really controlled by him, I am afraid that the entire lineage of the God of War and the Golden Demon Ape clan of Dou Zhan Shengzun are not opponents of each other, and even a wave of hand is enough to make these two ancient clans fall instantly.

Martial arts sage-level powerhouses are existences that defy the sky, and they cannot be dealt with with normal thinking.

Looking at the corpse of the martial arts saint in front of him, Ye Fantian's mind moved slightly:

"If this Daoist intends to suppress the bones of this Martial Dao Saint and use them as his own strength, then can I also use them for my own use? In this case, I am afraid that it will not be beneficial to me at 01:30... ..."

Ye Fantian's thinking is not unreasonable. His own strength is only four epochs, and he can fight with the Immortal Supreme with five epochs at most. If he wants to kill him, he must It needs to consume all of your own strength, but if you say you have the bones of a martial arts sage, it means that you have the capital to challenge a martial arts sage-level powerhouse.

Ye Fantian doesn't know the heyday of this martial arts saint, but if he wants to condense the holy pattern, it can't be achieved overnight. It must have a long time, so that it can be created.

Therefore, the corpse in front of him is definitely the strongest among the strongest martial arts saints.

"However, with my current strength, I'm afraid it's not so easy to refine the opponent..."

Ye Fantian narrowed his eyes, and then looked at the holy pattern on the opponent's eyebrow.

The holy pattern is the strongest method among the martial arts saints.

Once it is cast, it can exert infinite power. If the holy pattern runs into the eyes, it means that this pair of eyes is definitely beyond the ordinary. Even in the battle, one can see through the opponent's methods in advance. In this way, with the help of the holy pattern, one can see through everything about the opponent and be completely invincible.

But even so, this holy pattern also has its own flaws.

That is, once subdued, he will be forcibly suppressed. Even if the saint is not dead, his vitality will be seriously injured because of this. Losing the power of the holy pattern, this martial arts saint is no less than losing his right hand and right arm.

"Now, as long as I refine the holy pattern between the opponent's eyebrows, I can suppress and refine the opponent's bones, and completely control the opponent's power..."

Ye Fantian thought slowly in his heart.

But if you want to refine the opponent, it is absolutely impossible to rely solely on your own strength.

Very difficult!

"However, there is no other way!"

Ye Fantian smiled wryly.

If time is delayed, then the bones of the martial arts saint will be found. Ye Fantian can imagine that, let alone himself, even the powerful Immortal Supreme will be crazy about it.

Even a strong man with martial arts saint level will be moved.

There are not many martial arts sage-level powerhouses, and there is friction between them. They secretly peep at each other's holy patterns. Once they are obtained, it will be of great benefit to themselves, and once someone appears, they can rely on the cultivation of the immortal supreme. In order to fight against the dignity of the saint, this is not what they want to see, so if this cannot be subdued, it will be a hot potato.

"I can't believe I can't handle you!"

Looking at each other, Ye Fantian roared slowly.

"boom……"

Stepping under the feet, rays of light burst out violently. Wherever they went, the ground began to crack instantly, and the tyrannical energy instantly began to fill the entire space.

"Roar" seemed to feel the aura of Ye Fantian's body, and the bones of the martial arts saint also let out a silent roar. Although the roar seemed silent, in Ye Fantian's mysterious soul, it was like a thunderclap Usually, it was earth-shattering, and even Ye Fantian felt his blood was burning crazily, making his body stiff for a while.

"Give me—open!"

Ye Fantian's hands quickly spread towards the space in front of him.

"boom"

The handprint moved, and two beams of brilliance burst out quickly.

"laugh……"

The space in front of him seemed to be made of paper, and was quickly torn apart by Ye Fantian.

And the physical body quickly dissipated into the invisible.

"Boom..." The body suddenly appeared in front of the opponent.

Breaking through time and space, traveling through the universe, Ye Fantian's speed is astonishingly fast, terrifyingly fast, and palpitating.

This is the effect of Ye Fantian's space law.

He came in front of the other party in an instant, and between the tentacles, Ye Fantian was about to touch the other party's holy pattern.

"Roar"

The roar was transmitted again.

"Holy prestige... cannot be profaned!"

A vague and majestic voice came out, with endless suppression in the voice, Ye Fantian's body stiffened for a while, and the fine hairs on his body stood up neatly as if in an ice cave.

"boom"

The aura evolved into substance, as if suddenly, in front of Ye Fantian, this huge corpse began to revive, and it evolved and moved alive, and then a huge fist print ruthlessly hit Ye Fantian's body .

"Crack..." The muscles and bones in his chest were broken, and Ye Fantian looked at his chest with an unbelievable expression on his face. There, a mark was very clear, and the power was still continuously filling up.

"Your uncle..."

A wave of hostility was generated, Ye Fantian's Cyanwood Emperor Tree danced crazily, and the entire picture of the eight parts of the Saha began to tremble.

The infinite momentum was suppressed.

The seal of the prison emperor appeared between the eyebrows, and the aura of the king of gods swam rolling.

"I don't believe you... Get lost!"

The voice screamed loudly, drawing a mighty trace, Ye Fantian's divine robe fluttered, making continuous crackling and blasting sounds, and his body did not dodge or dodge, and he was completely entangled with the opponent.

Repression!

This guy must be suppressed!

Ye Fantian gritted his teeth and roared.

From behind, whether it is the phantom of the God of War, the phantom of the white underworld and black feathers, the phantom of the emperor, the phantom of the immortal gods, or even the huge phantom of hell and the terrifying phantom of the Eight Parts of the Saha, they all burst out in unison.

Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, Xuanwu...the four dharma figures burned their original power, and began to give Ye Fantian endless energy to compete against each other.

One after another long rainbows formed rapidly, and then evolved and moved. The terrifying energy that was set off seemed to break everything at this time.

The two are now in a stalemate.

clap clap clap...

Ye Fantian's arm slowly stretched out, and his palm quickly opened, which contained energy. With just a little movement, he could touch the opponent's holy pattern.

"Roar"

There was a roar.

This time, an aura of supreme terror completely began to riot.

"This seat is the king of the giant gods, and the little ants are also trying to subdue my holy pattern, looking for death!"

"What? This guy still has a trace of spirituality?!"

Ye Fantian's secret yelling was not good, maybe it was his own persecution, or maybe it was other reasons, the will that was originally hidden in the other party showed signs of recovery at this time, this girl is about to wake up.

"Go to hell!"

A trace was formed and quickly hit Ye Fantian.

That burst of energy seemed ordinary, but it was full of power and shockingly destructive, and it was about to touch Ye Fantian's body in just an instant.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng!"

The laws of space collapsed, and the roars of the laws fell, and the gods roared, but fell into a deep sleep.

"You dare!"

Ye Fantian's heart was bleeding. At this time, not only did he fail to deal with the other party, but his many secret skills were being crazily destroyed.

"laugh……"

A piece of white bone slowly surged towards Ye Fantian, and the target was Ye Fantian's eyebrows.

In the next moment, as long as it is just a little bit of display, the fierce killing intent will turn into substance, completely piercing Ye Fantian's head.

"buzz"

At the moment of dying, a strange wave was generated rapidly.

Om, ma, ne, bah, me, hum!

Six strange mantras began to appear slowly, and a huge Buddha king appeared behind Ye Fantian.

That is a powerful rune!

"Chong!"

The bones of the martial arts sage seemed to have sensed something, and unexpectedly released a phantom slowly.

"boom"

The two figures slowly stood together...