battle master

Chapter 893 Morinda officinalis!

"boom……"

Immortal power poured out, and this time, Wu Yangyu mercilessly released his power, raising his hands and transforming his fists.

This punch combined all his comprehensions, and evolved from the [Tianlong Zhenyu Fist], and it was immediately visible that a trace of a black dragon rushed out from the fist mark, the ferocious dragon head began to roar, and the dragon's claws loomed , It seems to be able to scratch the sky.

"Crack!"

The strong man holding the halberd was instantly hit by the dragon's claws, his body was struck by lightning, his mouth was covered with blood foam, his eyes were rounded, and the halberd in his hand was thrown out of his hand.

With the blow just now, he seemed to be bombarded on an immortal mountain, and the powerful rebound force gave him no chance to breathe at all.

"kill!"

Wu Yangyu stepped forward, as fast as lightning, and raised his palm again.

Break mountains and rivers with one palm!

"Chong!"

The palm of the hand was like a knife, and it made a hissing sound like a divine blade. The sound of breaking wind echoed in this space. Between the cuts, blood flowed like a waterfall, and the strong halberd fell down in disbelief.

On his neck, a blood-red gash continued to expand, which was severed by Wu Yangyu's attack.

"Pong!"

Followed.

He set foot again, his foot was like a mountain, collapsed and fell down, and stepped heavily on the Qingyun Sect disciple who was still panting, turning him into a cloud of blood mist.

This Qing Yun sect disciple had been beaten by Wu Yangyu for a long time. The reason why Wu Yangyu judged that the other party was an enemy just now was not the so-called intuition, but a perception with divine courage.

If this Qing Yunzong disciple was seriously injured, then his aura would definitely not be as deep and rich as mountains and seas, but should be weak and mixed.

only.

There were indeed corpses lying around, so he didn't expect that among the corpses around here, there would be other people who would attack him.

"clang!"

Several figures held sharp knives and came to kill again.

The methods of this group of people were extraordinary and unpredictable, and there were even some strong men with the sixth level of the monarch level. Everyone worked together, all with a desperate attitude, and even forced Wu Yangyu to start to retreat.

"kill him!"

There were low growls from the crowd, and they shot together.

There are more than a dozen of these figures in total. Although some of them have reached the level of the sixth heaven of the monarch level, most of them are only at the junior level of the monarch level.

"Roar!"

In the wake of the battle, Wu Yangyu let out an angry roar, like a dragon chant, using various means with his hands, and spurred them out. In his body, the 'spiritual seeds' began to ignite one after another, and the aroused physique seemed to be ignited. Blooming brilliance, shining and moving like a dark golden god.

a time.

[Tianlong Town Prison Boxing] and [Zhenwu Four Styles], two terrifying martial arts began to bloom in his hands, and the killing power contained in the two peerless techniques was also gradually increasing in power.

The two hands are as white as jade, as if made by nature, but the light and breath emitted from them are like the hands of the god of death piercing the world, descending with the power of death.

"Pumppump!"

In an instant, the sound of explosions and cracks reverberated in the space...

"Crack!"

A moment later, Wu Yangyu stomped on the head of the last person, and the battle ended.

"Om..."

He spread out his palm, and in that palm, clusters of gray lights and shadows intertwined. These lights and shadows were the souls of the people who just shot.

"Ok?"

Under the urging of divine courage, Wu Yangyu directly devoured the souls of these people, but soon, Wu Yangyu's complexion began to change.

His divine power is astonishing. If it were the souls of the powerful emperors, he could get a trace of information from them, but it was strange that he could not get any information about the souls of these people. Useful information in this space.

vaguely.

The souls of these people are being bound by some kind of power, even sealed up.

"A seal that even I can't break?"

After discovering this, Wu Yangyu's face became more serious.

"Who is it that can even seal the soul of a strong monarch?"

Wu Yangyu felt that there must be secrets in it that he didn't know, subconsciously, he began to speed up the operation of God's courage, and pierced towards the seal.

boom!
The divine force, mysterious and unpredictable, under Wu Yangyu's forcible urging, was like a heavy hammer bombardment. Finally, after hundreds of times of continuous bombardment on the seal, a strange roaring sound appeared from it.

Within this roar, it seems to be a kind of writing, an ancient language.

"Death to the blasphemer!"

"boom!"

In an instant.

Wu Yangyu's divine courage was like being hit by a thousand thunderbolts, he was strongly bombarded, swung up heavily, and bounced out like lightning, and even bounced back into the soul for a while.

"Humph……"

All this, even Wu Yangyu never expected.

There was a sudden sharp pain in his soul, and he couldn't help but let out a painful muffled sound.

"The blasphemer...the blasphemer...must die!"

It was an ancient language, which seemed to come from outside the territory, with the taste of judgment, and there was no emotion in the biting cold.

It looks like a god king who has been sleeping in the ancient times, slowly opening his sleeping eyes, locking all this world coldly.

The sound became more and more roaring, like thunder from the nine heavens, constantly blooming, bombarding, and vibrating within Wu Yangyu's soul level, triggering the continuous collapse of the soul world, with countless cracks appearing indistinctly.

"roll!"

Wu Yangyu's face twisted for a while, and he could no longer contain the anger in his heart, and roared out.

[Great Purgatory Judgment Technique] was running like electricity, Wu Yangyu didn't dare to be careless at this moment, and radiated his own power to the extreme, vaguely, he had some guesses in his heart.

"Thunder is on!"

Moaning in the heart, the soul blooms with light, and the power of thunder and lightning is wrapped in the power of the gods. A sacred and violent taste evolves and descends in the soul level.

"Boom!"

The roar is bursting, sacred and immortal, and the thunder will last forever.

It seemed to sense the power of thunder and lightning hidden in Wu Yangyu's divine power, and the voice became more and more urgent:

"The Blasphemer...death..."

It was also this haste that allowed Wu Yangyu to seize the opportunity to instantly control a trace of the opponent's characteristics:
"Cursed breath?"

Savoring this characteristic carefully, Wu Yangyu already knew it in his heart.

This is a cursed power with an ancient aura, as if it was born in the most distant era. Even though it is weak to the extreme at this moment, it still has a sense of terror.

After discovering the trace of the other party, everything became much easier.

Relying on the power of God's courage, Wu Yangyu has completely controlled the power of that curse.

"Profanity...!"

The power of the curse turned into a twisted trace, like a struggling black line, and the sound was still coming out of it, but this time, there was already a touch of panic in the sound .

"Desecrate your sister!"

Wu Yangyu's divine power turned into an invisible hand, grabbed it to pieces, and savored the power evolution in it carefully.

He also possesses the power of curse.

His scarlet curse power comes from the power of the other side flower. According to Wu Yangyu's estimate, in this world, there may never be any curse power that can compete with the curse power of the Calamity Clan, especially the power of thunder and lightning. Amplification, no fear of the opponent at all.

It was because of this that Wu Yangyu dared to appreciate the opponent's strength so boldly.

soon.

He already has an understanding.

"The power of this curse seems to be inclined to bewitching. This seems to be a kind of command. Once it is implanted in the body, the command will be activated!"

Looking at these corpses on the ground, Wu Yangyu's eyes flashed with a hint of clarity.

According to his guess, the group of disciples of Qingyun Sect were planted by the power of the curse. Moreover, with the bewitching power of the curse in their hearts, their minds would also be affected. It seemed that there was nothing abnormal, but in fact, They are doing the same thing continuously.

For example.

Pretend to be a dead body here, and then assassinate other passers-by.

After all, Wu Yangyu saw very clearly that there were many corpses here, and the time of death was also different, obviously they were beheaded and killed by people at different time periods, and those who shot were undoubtedly those people from Qingyun Sect.

"It's just a trace of curse, but it possesses such amazing power, where does this curse come from?"

God's courage is exuded.

Wu Yangyu began to analyze the power of this curse step by step.

at last.

Half a day later, Wu Yangyu's expression moved slightly, and he looked into the distance with a strange look on his face. In a moment, he finally made a decision, and with a slight movement of his fingers, a strange ray of light bloomed.

This light outlines the evolution, forming a complex and ancient pattern.

It was a strange smiling face with open fangs and scarlet eyes. It was weird and evil, but with the appearance of this pattern, light and shadow burst out in the space in front of it, and countless ripples began to spread. Like a huge whirlpool:
"Jie Jie Jie... What a wonderful soul, it can be found here."

This weird smiling face opened and closed its mouth, making a chilling sound.

"who are you?"

Staring at the weird smiling face, Wu Yangyu was on guard, and asked in a deep voice.

"Who am I? I am the guardian of the maze, the noble guardian of the great devil, Morinda officinalis, a small human being, you have successfully discovered the entrance of the maze, are you ready to enter hell?"

The weird smiling face named Morinda officinalis revealed a pair of blood-red evil eyes that were staring at Wu Yangyu closely. His shape gradually evolved gradually, and finally, it clearly formed a huge magma head.

This head, with flames and magma flowing, looks like a ferocious dragon's head. Even Wu Yangyu can feel that there is a scorching air radiating from the opponent's body, and the burning temperature forms an air flow that crackles. The space barrier was burned loudly.

"maze?"

Wu Yangyu was already alert.

Everything was too unexpected.

"The labyrinth is also hell... the noble Great Demon King spread out a trace of the power of the curse. Anyone who is contaminated will become the slave of the Great Demon King. If you unlock the power of the curse, you will be eligible to enter the labyrinth. Now... do you want to enter?"

"Where's my friend?"

Thinking of Shen Wu, Fan Banruo, Ju Que and others, Wu Yangyu immediately asked.

"Jie Jie Jie... you exist like an ant, you talk too much!"

"boom!"

Lava gushed out from the mouth of Morinda officinalis, and the hot air flow suddenly increased in temperature by ten times. Before Wu Yangyu could react, suddenly, a terrifying devouring force began to spread from the vortex...

(End of this chapter)