Wu alchemy body

Chapter 655 Don't dare to think too much
He swung his fist, it was a domineering king fist, this punch could make the void look pale, the situation changed, a wild dragon that came from the wild appeared on Li Wang's fist, it was only a time of punching, The god king on the opposite side turned into meat sauce, vulnerable to a single blow.

"What a mighty King of Power." Sun Yi exclaimed, killing a mighty God King with one punch, it was too terrifying.

The pictures in the video continue to change, and it has not yet come to the end.

Just when King Li was about to leave, two strange figures appeared in the void. One was a middle-aged man wearing a long robe, with a Chinese character face and a majestic appearance. The Holy King's Palace was also engraved on his chest, and he looked at King Li angrily.

The other person has a calm face, with soft long hair draped around his neck. It is a man. What makes Sun Yi's eyes tremble is that there is a circle of dazzling five-color light behind his head, just like that of Du Hua back then. The people in the door are ordinary, and they are muttering something, but Wang Li's brows can be seen frowning.

This battle has no results, and the video is over when it reaches the white-hot stage. I don’t know what happened to King Li. It’s a pity for Sun Yi that this is the truth about King Li’s disappearance. What’s a pity is that he doesn’t know whether King Li is alive or not. die.

He looked at this array over and over again, and caught something vaguely. The man with the five-color divine light should be from the Duhuamen, as if he had done something to King Li. He kept guessing in his mind, and a terrible guess came to Sun Yi. In his mind, could it be that King Li's disappearance has something to do with the Holy King's Palace and the Duhua Gate.

Shaking his head, he didn't dare to think too much. What made Sun Yi suspicious was who the gods in the God of War Tower these natives were talking about. After all, King Li was only a person thousands of years ago, so he could actually get the video of King Li fighting. And it looked like a few people didn't even know that there was a terrible existence that burned them into the formation.

"It seems that there are still many secrets hidden here, but...with my strength..."

Sun Yi smiled self-deprecatingly, his strength was too weak, so weak that he was not qualified to participate at all, so Sun Yi fell into deep thought, unknowingly fell into a kind of mysterious and mysterious perception.

In the three-foot-square room, a set of one-meter-square phantom arrays was activated by Sun Yi, and Sun Yi sat up cross-legged like this, while strands of gossamer-like law power hovered around his body and was absorbed by him. At this moment, Sun Yi's consciousness has entered the illusion.

In a conscious state, he entered an ethereal cultivation state. In this state, Sun Yi forgot about time and only knew about cultivation.

And at this moment, in the five-story fighting arena, a cruel young man came.

"Fu Yi has won ten consecutive victories, do you want to fight again?" The native referee frowned and glanced at a genius with meat sauce all over the ground. He was displeased. This Fu Yi came to the God of War Tower not long ago, and his cultivation was at the peak of the Ninth Layer of the God Tower.

He looks like a jade, but his attack is extremely vicious. Ten consecutive victories means that ten people will fight him, but these ten people are not his single-handed enemies at all, and all of them have become a disgusting mess in his hands corpse.

"It's all a bunch of waste, useless ants."

Fu Yi is very arrogant. Since he was defeated by Sun Yi in the Northern Territory last time, he did not destroy the heart of martial arts. Instead, he practiced hard. It took him a few years to become a strong man at the peak of the Ninth Layer of the Divine Platform.

He has always been afraid of Sun Yi. He is obviously not as good as himself, but he can beat himself like a dog without the strength to fight back. This makes his heart even harder. There is a big mountain on the road of martial arts, as long as he is killed, his road of martial arts will be leveled.

This time, he came to the God of War Tower because he wanted to sharpen himself. Fu Yi didn't pay attention to the geniuses among them, even the top ten people on the eighth floor. Even Fu Xin, who ranked first on the eighth floor, was confident that Fu Xin was beating like a dog. What he was really afraid of was Sun Yi.

Facing Fu Yi's arrogance, there was a moment of silence in the arena. The tenth person who died was the genius who ranked first on the fifth floor. Facing him, he didn't withstand a single move and became a piece of meat. Trembling, not having the confidence to continue entangled with this person, they lowered their proud heads one by one.

"Waste ants, what geniuses, you are the dogs under the nose of my holy palace."

With an arrogant sound, Fu Yi didn't stop, and came to the teleportation place on the fifth floor, and immediately reached the sixth floor.

"Fu Yi won ten consecutive victories, but there are still strong people who dare to fight." In the fighting arena on the sixth floor, there was another easy ten-game winning streak. Fu Yi once again killed ten strong people on the sixth floor. Let those strong men dare not speak out, and stood tremblingly under the stage and glared.

It's too cruel, not only killing people, but also turning that group of people into minced meat, not even a single corpse exists.

"Ants, you are not even qualified to carry my shoes."

Immediately after an arrogant voice came out, Fu Yi immediately left the sixth floor and went up to the seventh floor.

There are very few geniuses in the seventh floor, only a few dozen, and many of them are practicing penance, and the entire seventh floor seems empty and dead.

"My goal is the eighth floor, and among those ten people, just pick one."

Fu Yi stood on the fighting platform on the seventh floor, swept his arrogant eyes, and yelled directly at the native referee who was about to take a nap: "I want to challenge the Motian on the eighth floor, hurry up and get him there!" Come to the seventh floor."

The honored portraits of the ten people on the eighth floor were pasted on the walls of the fighting arena, and they were ranked according to their rankings. Motian on the eighth floor was one of them. He was the most powerful genius in the Tianmo Dayu. Although his ranking was not very high, among the ten people ranked ninth.

But even if it is ninth, Motian's strength is slightly stronger than that of the three and a half kings.

And the rules of the upper and eighth floors of the seventh floor are different from those of the lower floors. The strong person on the seventh floor can designate one person on the eighth floor to challenge at any time. If he wins, he can replace one of the people on the eighth floor. It will also try to erase you.

However, if the challenged person loses, if the opponent does not kill you but only deprives you of all battle star points, he can still save his life.

"Okay." The native referee glanced coldly, and responded coldly, this man is so arrogant.

On the seventh-floor fighting platform, a figure wearing a dark robe and a hideous mask appeared, and there was a terrifying magic in those dark eyes.

"Which lifeless ant wants to challenge me, Motian, and I want you to never be reborn."

There was anger in Motian's voice, no one likes to be interrupted and sent here to fight while practicing.

"You are Mo Tian, ​​obediently kowtow to this young master, and then get out of here, maybe I can spare your dog's life."

Fu Yi laughed loudly, he didn't pay attention to the eighth-level Motian at all, and glanced at Motian with contempt, he was just a stepping stone to enter the eighth-level cultivation.

(End of this chapter)