Shura God Emperor

He didn't even know what renunciation was during his cultivation, even when he hadn't had a cultivation base before and couldn't condense the qi, he never gave in, never gave up.

Because he knows that no matter what the situation, doing his best may not have results, but if he does not do his best, he will definitely not end well.

What shocked people was that this time, Xiao Yu actually put away the lavender purple lin power that was wrapped around him.

For him, after all, the power of Zilin just hasn't been long after it has been integrated into his body, and excessive consumption will cause damage to his fusion process.

"Buzzing!"

Xiao Yu squeezed his fist, and the black and red power was diffused from the **** pattern on his arm, and immediately wrapped around his body.

Immediately afterwards, the ghosts with three heads and six arms suddenly hovered on his back.

"This is...what **** pattern?"

When the elders on the mountain wall saw this **** pattern, their pupils suddenly shrank.

It looks like the three faces are all blue and black, with the sun and the moon in the hands, and the feet on the sea. The bigger the mountain, the whole body looks like real, showing a vague black pattern.

They are not unfamiliar with "Nine Heavens Patterns of Gods", even if it is the rank of Heaven, Earth and Human God Pattern, or some kind of natural God pattern, it is the kind of rare **** that can be awakened by millions of people. Wen, they all know one by one.

However, this kind of **** pattern, they have never heard of you.

Even if they are in high positions, they are shocked. It looks like a kind of evil **** pattern, but why do they feel a certain kind of respect, insignificance, and even worship?

On the other side, the invigilator Wu Zhen seemed to have noticed the movement here in another world, and couldn't help but feel moved.

"It turns out that this kid is definitely a **** pattern awakened, and this **** pattern is still a human-level eighth rank."

Human-level eighth rank, this kind of **** pattern rank is not high in the sect world, or even just a lower rank.

But he didn't know how, he always felt that the aura permeated by this strange **** pattern, even Wu Zhen, who had reached the three-day state, was shocked.

This is obviously only a human-level eighth rank!

But he wanted to come over, this young man, with such strength, can resist the rounds of assessment of Xiaoyaomen all the way, doesn't it just prove a kind of talent?

To be honest, Tong Li and the others were horrified when they saw the pattern of the **** pattern floating on Xiao Yu's side.

Unconsciously, Tong Li and Xi Zhiyou both showed killing intent in their eyes.

Unexpectedly, he has the power of the gods!

"Sure enough, this kid is not an ordinary person, no wonder he hides so deeply."

"But this **** pattern rank, it seems that it is not human-level eighth rank." Fengshimen elder and Xuanjian Pavilion elder under the mountain wall said indifferently.

The implication is that the human-level eighth rank of the **** pattern is simply difficult to set off any storms, because the rank is too low, and the level of strength is simply not up to the point of resisting the small natural punishment of Xiaoyaomen.

Of course, the power cards that Xiao Yu burst out again and again made the eyes of the elders of these sects appear jealous, and of course they also felt sorry.

If such a talented young man did not die, perhaps their sect would have the opportunity to recruit him in the future.

Pity……

Old Wen's mood is like a kind of ups and downs from heaven to hell.

Originally, he did see hope, especially with this kind of **** pattern, but now he wants to use this kind of power to fight against this sky thunder, it is almost impossible.

However, they seem to have forgotten one thing, that is, Xiao Yu's divine pattern is not something that can be predicted by common sense...

Saw, the blue-violet electric snake, as if about to shoot down Xiao Yu with a roar...