Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 118 Absorbing Divine Light, Exhausting Qi
Gonggong's real body pierces the sky, his body is like a rock, and his power is boundless.

Looking up to the sky and laughing, falling from the sky, punching like stars and blasting away mountains.

"Gong Gong, do you really think I can do nothing for you?" Zhang Yang looked coldly at Gong Gong punching down again, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Inhale the divine light, go!"

With a wave of his big hand, purple light flew out of Zhang Yang's hand, like a ribbon dancing in the air, bending and walking, straight to Gonggong.

As the inhaled divine light flew away, a trace of Zhang Yang's mind also flew into the dark with the inhaled divine light, very mysterious, like eyes, seeing things that he couldn't normally see.

Let him see a huge golden sea of ​​air above Gonggong's head. The sea of ​​air is constantly churning, like a lake, and golden air is scattered from his head to protect his whole body.

Zhang Yang has never seen Qi Luck before, and he doesn't know the color of Qi Luck, let alone his shape, and he didn't do anything, just watched it coldly.

Absorbing the divine light is like a dragon flying into the sky, entering it in the blink of an eye, without any hindrance, Zhang Yang's vision enters it, and a golden ocean meets his eyes.

The purple suction divine light instantly turned into a black hole, and began to absorb these golden air currents. Zhang Yang felt his body become fuller, and his Dao heart sensed the way of heaven became clearer.

"Luck? Is this Gonggong's sea of ​​luck?"

Seeing the purple absorbing the divine light and absorbing the golden airflow, Zhang Yang showed his comprehension, looked around curiously, the golden airflow kept rolling, and muttered to himself.

Gong Gong is one-twelfth of Pan Gu's essence and blood, which is the continuation of his blood, and naturally has Pan Gu's luck of opening up the sky. Although it is a small part, it is also stronger than the luck of most innate creatures in the prehistoric world.

"Hey, Taoist Calabash didn't move at all, did he get scared?!"

Zhu Rong's mother saw that Zhang Yang raised his head and might be in the sky, but Gong Gong's groundbreaking fist fell on his head, but he still didn't respond, and he couldn't help showing a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"I think so too. Naturally, I was terrified by the god of the Gonggong Zuwu. If the Gonggong Zuwu made a move, there is no gourd Taoist who can match it."

Zhu Rongyu nodded, agreeing with Zhu Rong's mother's statement. After all, the strength of Gonggong's real body is obvious to all.

Hou Yi frowned, feeling suspicious in his heart, and then shook his head. He didn't believe that Zhang Yang still had any supernatural powers that could restrain Gong Gong's real body. Wu chased and beat.

"Attack, attack, did Taoist Calabash get scared stupid? Why do you always stand there?"

The pig in the back could not see Gong Gong's fist splitting the space, and they all fell from the sky, but Zhang Yang didn't see any movement, so he stomped his feet anxiously,
"Calabash Taoist, let's see if I won't blow you up this time!"

As his fist got closer, Gonggong looked at Zhang Yang with a sneer. The closer the attack was, the harder it was to defend, and the greater the danger to himself.

"Really? I'm waiting for you to blow me up, I hope you don't want to fuck off later."

Zhang Yang showed a calm expression, and even stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at Gong Gong with a mocking face.

After taking a look at Gonggong, he stopped paying attention, but raised his gaze to the sea of ​​luck above Gonggong's head, with purple awns shining in his eye holes.

In the sea of ​​Gonggong's luck, the purple golden dragon suddenly groaned and opened its mouth wide, like a long whale sucking water. decreasing.

One foot, two feet, three feet...

As the engulfing range of the purple golden dragon expanded, its shape became larger and its aura became stronger and stronger. In a blink of an eye, the devouring power of the golden dragon almost covered Gonggong's entire sea of ​​luck.

"Hmph, Calabash Taoist, no matter who I have behind me, I will blow them all up with one punch. When I blow up your body and destroy your primordial spirit, can you still be so calm?"

Gonggong snorted coldly, urged his fist, and increased his strength by three points again, showing a stern look on his face.

"Hmph, this Calabash Taoist is about to die, and he still speaks loudly!"

"That's right, let Gonggong Patriarch Wu's ass piss? Who does he think he is? He really regards himself as the Taoist ancestor. It's such a big talk. I'm not afraid of flashing my waist."

"This gourd Taoist is a dead duck with a stubborn mouth. If he doesn't hurt, he doesn't know who should be provoked and who should not be provoked. I just ran to my witch clan to be arrogant, and I will catch his soul later. I wish you mother Rong Take good care of Rong Shenhuo and serve him well, so as to take the revenge of being sucked away by him just now."

"Don't worry, I will let him know what life and death are not as good as. I will also favor the friends of the Xuanming lineage later. The Xuanming lineage is most interested in the primordial spirit, especially their Netherworld Xuanthorn..."

"Yes, there is also the lineage of Houtu. They are the existences that control the power of life and death. If they take action, this gourd Taoist will die even if he wants to. After I brew it, I must hang it in a conspicuous place on Buzhou Mountain, so that others People know that this is the fate of offending my witch clan..."

Zhu Rong's mother, Zhu Rongyu, and Hou Yi gathered together, not pointing at Zhang Yang, expressing their own opinions, how to rectify Zhang Yang, and occasionally looking up, but also full of contempt, for discussing the method of brewing Zhang Yang, The more they discussed, the more excited they became, as if Zhang Yang had really been tricked by them.

"These barbarians..."

Zhu Wuneng heard the conversation of the three people on the side, and when he talked about it, he felt cold sweat on his body. After cursing inwardly, Zhu Rongmu and Zhu Rongyu were not things.

"Calabash Taoist, can you do it? If you can't, Chang'e will really become Houyi's wife. No, Chang'e will marry me if she wants to marry. How can she marry Houyi, a wild man, a beast..."

Looking at the fist in the sky, and then looking at Zhang Yang, Zhu Wuneng was full of worry. Although he knew that Zhang Yang was weird and his strength could not be guessed with ordinary eyes, but after waiting for a long time, he did not see any reaction from Zhang Yang. His heart was like the ants in the hot pot. generally.

"Unfortunately, the Taiyin God Clan is too far away from here, even if I send rescuers, it's too late."

Looking up at the sky, Zhu Wuneng felt a sense of helplessness and a trace of remorse, remorse for his low strength, and never had this moment make him yearn for strength.

"Do you really want to ask Tiangong for help?"

Asking Tiangong for help is tantamount to sending Chang'e to Dijun's side again. This is the last thing Zhu Wuneng wants to see. He would rather see Chang'e and Zhang Yang together than see Chang'e and Dijun together. Even he can't explain the contradiction, even though he likes Chang'e very much.

In the deep sea of ​​Gonggong's luck, the original huge luck is decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. If the previous luck was a big lake, then now the luck has become a pond, and the entire purple golden dragon is getting bigger and bigger ,majesty.

At this time, Gonggong's fist also arrived, and he roared excitedly, the blue light on his body exploded, as if he had seen the scene where Zhang Yang was blown up.

"Calabash Taoist, you are going to die for me!"

With a flash of Zhang Yang, he performed the Great Teleportation of the Universe, stepped on the Bagua diagram, and his whole body turned into a ray of breeze, floating with the wind with Gonggong's fist strength.

He forced him to be strong, and the breeze was blowing on the hills.

Like a balloon, Zhang Yang's body was limp and powerless, and he floated up against the wind, avoiding Gong Gong's fist that opened up the world.

"I'm out of luck!"

Zhang Yang snorted coldly, like thunder from heaven,
Gong Gong's body shook, and his eyes suddenly widened, showing a look of horror.

(End of this chapter)