"Very good, you have successfully aroused my interest." Wickham's eyes flashed coldly, feeling a little embarrassed about his face.
Now the whole world is paying close attention.
As the successor of Indra, he inherited the orthodox Heavenly Emperor, how could he be compared to a fake?!
"Today, I will kill the Lord of Heaven!" Wickham roared with his hair flying wildly.
With a boom, a huge terrifying power rose into the sky like a pillar.
Behind the body, there is a condensed form of Tao, Spirit, and Dharma.
His image is usually in the shape of a celestial being, wearing a crown on his head and a necklace, sitting on a mighty white elephant.
He holds a vajra in his hand, and his face is calm and majestic, revealing the majesty of a god leader.
There were lightning and thunder all around, strong wind and rain, and all kinds of extraordinary celestial phenomena.
This is Indra, also known as Shakti!
The terrifying power rippled in all directions, and Aliang and the others' eyebrows jumped wildly.
Too strong, really too strong.
This is the fifth level of Dzogchen realm!
The Brahma warriors looked in awe and shouted loudly, "Long live Wickham!"
Xiao Yi's expression was cold. He did not take it lightly at all, but valued the opponent in front of him very seriously.
If Apep had achieved the Great Consummation back then, he wouldn't have taken it too seriously.
Because the inherited gods are different in strength.
But this time it was no small matter, the other party inherited Indra, the legendary Emperor Shakti!
In the same realm, it can be said to be the top combat power!
Xiao Yi has reason to believe that this guy also has the potential to fight beyond the level, enough to successfully compete with the fifth level supreme.
"Don't interfere, let me destroy this inferior product myself!"
Wickham was confident and arrogant.
The other seven spiritual inheritors looked at each other with slight hesitation, and then nodded to express their acquiescence.
After all, the gap in realms and the powerful inheritance of Indra make everyone think that they are sure of success!
The most important thing is.
If you could kill the Lord of Heaven here in front of the whole world, it would be like piercing the heart of Daxia with a blade!
This country will be self-defeating without attacking, and its people will be disorganized and its morale will be low!
"Team Leader Xiao..." A Liang and the others said through gritted teeth.
That Indra successor is really too powerful.
If they were in the same realm, they wouldn't have to worry.
But the gap in realm is there, and the other party's inheritance is so terrifying, one can imagine the resistance they have to face.
Another point is that there are Brahma armies all around.
Not to mention entering the cave to fight for the secret treasure, it is difficult to escape from it!
What on earth should we do?!
Compared to the worries of Aliang and others, Xiao Yi seemed calm and composed.
I saw him standing with his hands behind his hands, staring at Wickham dimly, not knowing what he was thinking.
The majestic body is as straight as a spear, standing firm like a pillar of heaven!
Wickham sneered, thinking that this boy was playing tricks on himself.
"kill!"
The loud shouting was shocking.
Wickham, who was wearing the dharma form of the Emperor Shakti, exploded with momentum and punched his fist brazenly.
The fist shone with bright blue light, and terrifying thunder and lightning exploded, and each ray seemed to tear apart the space.
Xiao Yi did not dodge or dodge, and suddenly struck out with his palm filled with golden light, and the huge and solid palm print was like a rolling chariot rushing towards him.
Bang!!!
The two erupted into terrifying energy fluctuations.
The light was so bright that it was dazzling to everyone.
"Death, you die!" Wickham roared, further increasing his offensive.
Immediately afterwards, there was a crash as fast as rain, and the figures on both sides fought each other, fighting back and forth, and there were trembling flat ripples all around.
Xiao Yi frowned, gradually feeling the pressure.
"God's judgment!"
Wickham raised his powerful arm, condensing the twisting thunder and lightning in his palm.
After he caught it, he aimed at the target and bombarded it hard.
Boom!
In the void, a terrifying thunder can be seen falling, as if the true God was furious and specifically sent down divine punishment!
Feeling the terrifying fluctuations above his head, Xiao Yi punched without reservation, and his fist burst out with brilliant golden light, like the scorching sun shining on the nine heavens and ten earth.
"Haotian Fist!"
This was the first magical power that the system rewarded him with. At this time, as he inherited Haotian's inheritance, he could fully display his true power.
The scene was like a small-ton nuclear bomb exploding out of thin air, setting off a massive energy flow like a turbulent wave.
The golden giant elephants around were frightened and hurriedly backed away.
The Brahma warriors quickly pulled on the reins, their expressions full of fear.
Ah Liang and the others staggered away, feeling very shocked.
The seven inheritors of the spirit looked surprised and retreated selectively to avoid being affected.
Countries all over the world were silent, and countless people felt their scalps numb.
What a terrifying power this is!
There was crackling, and the blue arc flickered on and off.
Wickham stumbled back several feet, his palms trembling slightly, and a trail of bright red blood flowed down.
At this moment, it looks very eye-catching!
He couldn't believe in his heart that the other party could explode with such fighting power.
at this time.
Xiao Yi didn't feel relaxed either. His whole arm was numb and aching, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Okay, I've underestimated you." Wickham's anger rose in his heart.
He accepted the inheritance of Indra, the most orthodox heavenly emperor in Vedic mythology. His realm was the fifth level of Dzogchen, and his strength was simply incomparable.
As a result, Xiao Yi could not be suppressed for a while, which made Wickham feel very embarrassed.
You know, the whole world is paying attention, including believers in Indra!
How is this going?
The Asans from Shenyou Country looked at each other.
"Emperor's Killing Fist!" Wickham shouted to the sky, and in a leap he transformed into a nine-sky dragon and charged away.
This punch gathered overwhelming killing intent, like the supreme leader in charge of the heaven pouring out overwhelming anger on the enemy!
His punching power was unparalleled, causing explosive sounds along the way.
"snort!"
Xiao Yi raised his palm and smacked it forward.
A big hand as white as porcelain and jade appeared. The lines on the palm were clearly visible, and there was an aura that combined reality and reality.
"Kill!" Wickham's eyes were blank, but his fists were still swinging fearlessly.
A rumbling explosion.
The sound echoed for hundreds of miles around.
The hand of God was uncertain, but it still stopped Wickham.
Wickham's fists were filled with hot smoke, and his eyes showed deep astonishment.
The next second.
Everything was spinning around.
Wickham looked around in surprise, feeling enveloped in a strong murderous intent.
Soon, the whole world became dark. It turned out that the hand of God was holding it tightly!
There was a dull sound in the air!
Seeing this, A Liang and the others were overjoyed, "Success!"
"Lord Wickham!" All the Brahma warriors were startled and exclaimed.
The faces of the other seven inheritors of the gods were calm, with no trace of panic at all, and meaningful smiles appeared on the corners of their mouths.
Xiao Yi frowned, he could feel the huge movement in the hand of God.
Clicking, clicking, the big porcelain-white jade hand was covered with cracks, which were so densely packed that it was shocking.
Bang!!!
In an instant, it exploded into pieces and was annihilated!
In the sky, there is a terrifying figure lingering with arrogance.
His hair was jumping like jet-black flames, his eyes were snow-white without pupils, and there was a condensed Vajra in his hand. He was surrounded by countless dark red thunder and lightning, and his aura was much stronger than before.
Behind him is the Dharma-image of Emperor Shakti, with a majestic face full of anger, holding a vajra in his hand and raising it high, as if he is about to unleash a subversive blow at any time!
"There are only a handful of people in the world who can force me to this point."
"You, the Lord of Heaven, count as one."
"But it will be erased soon!!" Wickham said in a cold voice with a murderous look on his face.