Super Martial God

Obviously, even Wu Yun can't guess the truth.

In his opinion, the most likely is the existence of heiyun Sanren and Xihuang, the former Emperor and the closest saint.

"If it were them, it seems that they are far from recovering."

Wu Yun said calmly.

Naturally, it is impossible for the villagers to tell him the truth.

Shua!

The next moment, the lame tailor did it directly.

With nebulae as lines and stars as beads, galaxies are woven one by one and rolled towards Wu Yun.

Around Wu Yun's body, he bears peach blossoms and collides with the galaxy of the lame tailor.

The galaxy of the lame tailor is broken one after another.

Obviously, although the strength of the lame tailor is strong, there is still a huge gap with Wu Yun.

But the villagers didn't expect the lame tailor to deal with Wu Yun alone.

It can be said that even if they all shot, it would be very good to resist Wu Yun.

Wu Yun and 11 villagers immediately fought.

In the eleven combined states, Wu Yun was the emperor.

"Wu Yun is worthy of the peach blossom that once lived with the demon emperor."

Lin Mu sighed darkly while watching the war.

There is no doubt that the fighting of the stone statue villagers is incomparably fierce.

And Wu Yun, one of them, was able to fight eleven wars with them. This combat effectiveness is really terrible.

Lin Mu secretly rejoiced that he had not despised Wu Yun in advance, otherwise he could not hold Wu Yun down this time.

The battle lasted longer than Lin Mu thought.

Wu Yun fought with 11 villagers for wisdom and courage, and used all kinds of means to enter the sea from heaven.

Eleven villagers were gradually injured.

Of course, Wu Yun is not safe.

Five days later, the war situation changed. Eleven villagers couldn't hold Wu Yun down. The victorious Libra began to tilt towards Wu Yun.

Lin Mu knew it was time for him to do it.

This time he must suppress Wu Yun, otherwise he will expose too many secrets.

Above Wu Yun, a pair of dark golden eyes emerged.

Destroy the blood light!

The changed method of heavenly eye was released, and two dark golden lights fell from the sky and shot at Wu Yun.

"Huh? The means of the heavenly family? "

Wu Yun is worthy of being a Buddhist peach blossom. He recognized Lin Mu's destructive blood light at a glance. "Aren't you the demon emperor and the black cloud scattered people, but the heavenly family of this term?"

Tianzu has disappeared for a long time. He has been looking for it all these years. He has never disappeared. He didn't expect to see the means of Tianzu today.

At the next moment, Wu Yun's eyes were shining.

If you want to seize the founding world, the root of everything lies in the founder.

The so-called "catch the thief first, catch the king", if we can solve the founder, then all problems will be solved.

In an instant, the breath of peerless terror broke out from his body.

His body suddenly turned into two blood lights and collided with the destructive blood light emitted by Lin Mu.

The blood light of Lin Mu's destruction was resisted, and the blood light of Wu Yun was smashed.

But no one thought that Wu Yun would be solved so easily.

Sure enough, then the blood light fragments all over the sky turned into countless blood shadows and poured into Lin Mu's dark golden eyes in the sky.

"Son of blood god."

Everyone present was familiar with this move. It was the blood god son of the leader of Qianyuan cult.

As the first preacher of the Qianyuan cult, Wu Yun knew this move very well.

Hundreds of millions of blood god sons are dense, which poses a serious threat to forest and animal husbandry.

Lin Mu was not flustered.

Under his gaze, the rolling golden clouds condensed.

Then, in the endless golden cloud, the voice of the army marching sounded.

The soldiers who were there didn't wait for the blood to come out of the cloud.

"Reckless ancient soldiers!"

If you were an ordinary monk, you might not recognize Lin Mu's move.

However, the friars on both sides of the battle were extraordinary and soon recognized the origin of Lin Mu's move.

"Mang Huang Gong?"

Wu Yun's face could not help showing a dignified color.

Only heaven can learn the reckless and wasteful skill.

Those who can go to heaven are elite friars. Looking at the reckless and wasteful work performed by the creator, it is obvious that they have reached a very high level.

Even if he is called the most powerful mathematician under the leader of Qianyuan religion, he can't figure out who the founder is at the moment.

Wu Yun fought with the eleven monsters for five days and consumed a lot of Qi. Now he fought with Lin Mu again, but he was suppressed by Lin Mu in turn.

But it also made Wu Yun sure that the strength of the founder was really not strong.

The founding world is the territory of the founder, and the strength of the other party will be enhanced here.

At this moment, the founder's strength is equivalent to a combined peak friar.

However, thinking that Lin Mu had released the power of potential, he immediately made a more wrong guess and thought that Lin Mu must be a emperor who was once strong but now has greatly reduced his strength.

Unfortunately, his strength had been consumed too much to suppress the founder.

This action was a failure.

"Founder, no matter who you are, one day I will let you show your true colors and have nowhere to hide."

Wu Yun's cold voice echoed in the void.

Then, the blood god son in the sky burst out a dazzling blood light madly, and his power suddenly increased several times, shaking back all the wild ancient soldiers of Lin Mu.

Shua!

After that, all the blood gods disappeared, merged into a blood light, and fled to the distance at an amazing speed.

Obviously, it was Wu Yun who realized that the goal could not be achieved and had given birth to his intention.

With Wu Yun's understanding of the founding world, once he comes again next time, it will pose a greater threat to the founding world.

"Come and go whenever you want. I really think this is your home?"

Just then, a plain voice came like the wind.

At the first moment of hearing the sound, Wu Yun's face suddenly changed.

Before he could react, the void fluctuated violently. A giant hand pierced through the space and grabbed Wu Yun.

"Guiguzi, it's you!"

Wu Yun made a voice of shock and anger.

His response was not slow, his body differentiated again, turned into countless blood shadows again, and ran crazy.

The appearance of Guiguzi made him feel the real crisis.

After all, Guiguzi is an old emperor, far beyond his new emperor.

Moreover, as the first true preacher of Yuan religion, the former Vatican peach blossom, he knows many secrets that other creatures do not know.

He knew that if Guiguzi had not backed down and helped emperor sang, Emperor sang might not have become a saint.

Further think, if it is Guiguzi rather than sang Huang who devours the spirit of the demon family, then it is Guiguzi who becomes a saint.

Therefore, there is no doubt about the horror of Guiguzi.

The next situation also confirmed the terrible of Guiguzi.

Wu Yun re differentiated into hundreds of millions of blood gods, but Guiguzi seemed to have expected. The giant hand suddenly turned into countless palms, forming a snare, completely blocking Wu Yun's retreat.

"Peach blossom origin!"

When a strong crisis came, Wu Yun roared and the power of potential shook wildly to get in touch with his peach blossom body.

Although he had shed the peach blossom, he did not give up the peach blossom, but refined it into a holy instrument.

Peach blossom is one of the two sources of inheritance of the Vatican nationality in the past. It is not surprising that it can be turned into a sacred object.