Era of National Gods: A Hundred-Fold Increase

Chapter eight hundred and fifty second still

“Hehehe! Are you afraid?” Wu Yan kissed the corner of his mouth, smiling a little weirdly.

“Afraid? You go to the Ten Wildernesses to inquire about who I have ever been afraid of!”

The roaring tiger is full of madness, and the true spirit of the swallowing tiger runs to the extreme, and energy is continuously gathered between the heavens and the earth.

Knowing that Wu Yan was burning the true spirit of life, when the combat power was the most terrifying, Hu Xiaotian did not have the slightest intention to retreat.

The body is like a bottomless pit, absorbing the energy of heaven and earth into the body at the same time.

Shuangtang also pushed over, and the air was blasted layer by layer, forming countless energy tides.

At this moment, Wu Yan has completely turned into a flaming fire, and he can’t see the figure clearly, only a roar came.

Then he saw him passing across the sky, dragging out a long flame of light.

“Boom!

In the roar, Hu Xiaotian brought out the most powerful blow with the true spirit of swallowing the tiger.

A sea of ​​fire “Five Zero Three” was directly blown up, and the sky and the ground were red.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

No figure was seen, only the sound of collision after another came out, and the space oscillated to the naked eye.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes were red, and they stared at the burning sea of ​​fire.

Wu Yan even burned the spirit of his life, obviously not planning to return alive.

Life is precious, but in the face of racial justice, it seems insignificant.

Mu Yu is like this, so is Wu Yan.

“war!”

This roar came from the sea of ​​​​fire, shocking people, this is the voice of Wu Yan.

A little hoarse, but it contains a strong fighting power.

In just a few breaths, the two have fought against each other for hundreds of thousands of times, and the fire in the sky is burning even more vigorously.

At this moment, two figures fell from the sea of ​​fire, and they were burned like coke.

Bang one

The earth shook and dust flew.

“Where are you going, kitty!”

Wu Yan got up and pursued, even if his blood had been burnt out, the fire of life was still boiling.

Hu Xiaotian’s body was scorched black, but his combat power did not decrease much.

His blood was surging like a sea, and his fighting might was monstrous, but the strange thing was that he was actually suppressed by Wu Yan, and he was fleeing at the moment.

The speed of the two was similar, and when they chased and fled, Hu Xiaotian was even more at a disadvantage.

The back resisted a few punches, the muscles exploded, and the blood poured out on the ground.

Such an injury Hu Xiao was insignificant to Tian, ​​but he was as arrogant as he was, but he couldn’t bear such humiliation.

From birth to the present, when have you been chased and beaten like this?

“stop!

Hu Xiaotian suddenly stretched out his hand to block Wu Yan.

“you win!”

As soon as these words came out, Wu Yan’s aggressive expression suddenly became solemn.

The boiling fighting intent seemed to be drowned out by a basin of cold water, and he stood there upright, his body no longer burly.

He became skinny, his blood and qi were so depleted that he could not be traced, and even the fire of life swayed and would be extinguished at any time.

The sea of ​​​​fire in the sky disappeared, representing the burning of Wu Yan’s true spirit.

“Brother Wu Yan!

All the disciples cried out in grief, heartbroken like a knife.

Everyone could see that Hu Xiaotian’s combat power was better than Wu Yan’s.

Even after burning qi and blood and burning the true spirit of life, Hu Xiaotian is still slightly better.

But Wu Yan was fighting with his life, and he was ready to die from the very beginning.

When a person is fearless and can even deal with death indifferently, that is his strongest moment.

If Hu Xiaotian fought against him to the end, Wu Yan would surely die.

But in this way, he also has a 20% probability of falling and perishing together.

Without a situation where the mountains and rivers are exhausted, it is impossible to sink the boat.

Hu Xiaotian simply conceded defeat, even if there was an 80% probability that Wu Yan would die, he would not dare to gamble, and there was no need to gamble.

Now that his demon clan is powerful and in full swing, why not let the clan win a game? The ending is already doomed!

Immediately after the end of the first battle of the spiritual cultivation realm, the second battle was ushered in.

The demon clan’s player was the demon wolf clan, Monta. As soon as he came on stage, he set off a monstrous demonic aura.

Covering the sky, let alone fighting with it, even if you look at it, your soul will sink deep into it.

The demon clan had already lost the first battle in the spirit-raising realm, and they would never be allowed to lose again in the second battle.

So let Monta play directly to ensure a second victory.

In the face of Monta, the three disciples all felt extremely desperate, and they were not even qualified to fight against the first-line powerhouses.

And the first-line powerhouses of the three major sects in the ancient wilderness are only two people.

Wu Yan, Nalan Yuxian!

Huan Chenxue has entered the Sanqing Taoist Palace, and is not considered a Jade Qing Sect disciple.

Wu Yan has already left the stage, can the remaining Nalan Yu be the enemy of Monta?

not much hope.

Just when Nalan Yuxian took a step forward and was about to fight Monta.

A young man with a paintbrush came on stage ahead of her and walked towards Monta.

“Go ahead!”

Zuo Qianchou raised the pen like a sword and pointed at Monta, and the powerful soul force spread out.

It was faintly able to resist the rolling tide of magic.

“With this strength of soul power, has Zuo Qianchou also entered the ranks of the first-line powerhouses?”

The disciples were all shocked, Zuo Qianchou was well-known among the younger generation.

Apart from a few people such as Nalan Yuxian and Huan Chenxue, he is the strongest, not weaker than Mu Xingyun.

However, he is still far from a first-line powerhouse, and when he played against Montaïa, it was tantamount to asking for his own death.

However, the soul power displayed at this moment has clearly reached the level of a first-line powerhouse, so how can everyone not be surprised.

“It’s still one step away.” Nalan Yuxian stood there quietly, like an orchid in the mountains.

“He wants to use this battle to completely transcend and reach that realm.

“Success is life, failure is death.”

The disciples pondered, the so-called realm is the spread of soul power perception to 10,000 meters.

In the spiritual realm, this is a supreme achievement.

It can be called as a first-line powerhouse with soul power.

At this moment, Monta’s murderous intention was revealed, and he raised his hand and squeezed out a powerful fist.

That is, he killed Zuo Qianchou with a speed that was not as fast as thunder.

This distance, this speed, is impossible to avoid.

Zuo Qianchou didn’t plan to hide, he held the brush in his hand and pointed it out in the air, and there were continuous drops in the space, swaying away like water lines.

The void is paper, and the soul is ink.

A magnificent picture of mountains and rivers suddenly took shape.

“boom!”

Monta’s fist arrived in the blink of an eye, shattering the 5.7 Void picture scroll that had just condensed and formed.

Zuo Qianchou’s soul trembled violently, as if it was about to be torn apart, he clenched his silver teeth tightly, and his unyielding will supported him to pick up the brush and paint again.

mouth one

Mountains and mountains, rivers and rivers are outlined in the pen.

Lifelike, like a world born out of thin air, magnificent.

Monta’s face was expressionless, the magic pattern on his palm erupted, and he threw a second punch.

boom

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers vanished in an instant.

Zuo Qianchou spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face was frighteningly pale.

Monta’s two punches were fatal to him, and his soul was on the verge of collapse.

“Die!

There was a ferocious look in Monta’s eyes, and he threw a third punch.

In the void, the tide of magic surged, the wolf howled, and death came.

Zuo Qianchou closed his eyes, at this moment, his consciousness was eternal, and everything was still.