Mo Wudao roared angrily, with murderous intent surging, and was forced by the sudden death mark to fly backwards into the air.
All of this happened too fast. From the two people fighting to separation, it all happened in an instant, leaving a large afterimage in the sky.
Yang Ji stepped on the void and chased after him. He tilted his body and swept across Mo Wudao's upper body, trying to cut off his body.
Mo Wudao's anger surged. He had always forced his opponent, but today it seemed that the situation had changed. This opponent was even more fierce and fierce than him.
He suddenly turned around and jumped up high. Not wanting to retreat, he kicked back hard and collided directly with Yang Ji's sweep.
boom!
A brilliant light burst out in the sky, and the two of them separated.
"Death Mark!"
Yang Ji was so fast that he created death seals with his hands in an instant, and rushed over in an instant, using the seals in a wide range of ways. He just wanted to overwhelm his opponent with a strong posture and treat others with their own way.
body.
"The Immortal-Destroying Demonic Fist!"
Mo Wudao shouted loudly, his black hair stood up like a backward waterfall, the sharp light in his eyes was as powerful as a sword, and the black light from his right fist came out.
The sound of the fierce clash was like an earthquake, causing the earth to crack, and Mo Wudao was shaken backwards.
But Yang Ji did not retreat but advanced, and followed him forward.
"Death Mark!"
Drinking loudly, Yang Ji once again defeated Mo Wudao.
"My "Immortal-Destroying Demonic Fist" is also a top-notch immortal technique, but it is not as good as your Death Seal. You have understood the Death Seal to this level!"
Mo Wudao's eyes were like lightning, and his fists erupted with bright black light. When the two fists met, he felt his arms numb, his body trembling slightly, and a force of death seemed to be invading his body.
Mo Wudao was shocked and retreated again. Yang Ji gained the upper hand and shouted, "Death Seal!"
The seal technique was so powerful that it smashed into Mo Wudao's face, and Mo Wudao was forced to block it, just like the demon king came to the world and came out domineeringly.
There seemed to be thunder roaring in the sky, and the two men fought hard.
The brilliant energy storm swept in all directions, Mo Wudao retreated, and Yang Ji followed up again.
A punch is as strong as a punch.
Energy continued to burst out, and a gorgeous glow shrouded the two people, like a stormy sea surging.
Loud noises continued to erupt, Yang Ji was as fast as lightning, and one seal was as fast as one seal. At the eighteenth seal, Mo Wudao finally couldn't bear it anymore, and traces of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
"Ah..." Mo Wudao roared angrily.
Yang Ji's long hair was flying, and he pressed forward step by step, with fierce moves and wide open and close moves. He didn't give Mo Wudao a chance to dodge or mobilize the power of Demon Ancestor's phantom. All the fierce attacks were connected together.
, so that Mo Wudao can only take the fight, but cannot avoid it.
After the thirty-sixth seal was blasted, Mo Wudao roared angrily, finally unable to hold on anymore, his body was knocked upside down and flew out, a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
He couldn't believe that Yang Ji had grown to this point.
"Drink!" Yang Ji followed up with extremely sharp movements. It was still a fierce direct attack without any skills at all. An invisible "power" enveloped Mo Wudao. He just wanted to force the opponent to attack hard.
Make it impossible for the other party to evade or escape.
He blasted out nine seals in succession again, the power of death filled the sky, Mo Wudao continued to vomit blood, and Yang Ji felt extremely comfortable.
boom!
Another seal blasted out, directly knocking Mo Wudao away.
A stream of blood fell in the air.
Mo Wudao, who was fused with the phantom of the Demon Ancestor, was actually suppressed by Yang Ji and beaten until his mouth was filled with blood. This was really unbelievable.
"You are very strong, beyond my expectation." A cold voice came from the sky. Mo Wudao was like a wounded beast, tearing through the clouds and rushing out. He was covered in blood and ignored Yang Ji.
"Come again!" Mo Wudao was surprisingly calm. He stretched out his arms, and the demon flames all over his body blasted out violently. There were bursts of wind and thunder between the sky and the earth, and thousands of heavy waves.
"Death Seal." Immortal energy surged, and Yang Ji spoke to
The demon flames rushed towards Mo Wudao, who had been incarnated by the Demon Ancestor, and fiercely blasted out a mediocre seal. This seal was large and ingenious, and contained the aura of death.
"The demonic waves are raging!"
Mo Wudao's shouts came from the billowing demonic flames, and fists and seals collided. Yang Ji and Mo Wudao shook each other continuously, and their bodies continued to tremble.
"If that's all, you can't win unless you can completely integrate the shadow of the Demon Ancestor behind you." As soon as Yang Ji's voice fell, his expression immediately changed again, because he discovered the aura on Mo Wudao's body.
It's rising sharply.
At the same time, black light shimmered under Mo Wudao's feet in the surging demon flames, lifting his body up.
"That's it, it's as you wish!" Mo Wudao raised his head, like the unparalleled demon king, and actually completely merged with the shadow of the demon ancestor.
At this moment, it is no longer clear whether he is Demon Wudao or Demon Ancestor.
"Then come on!"
Yang Ji exhaled, and a powerful force burst out from his fist, and then he fought with Mo Wudao.
Both of them were extremely fierce, punching and kicking back and forth, causing the void to explode continuously. After a fierce battle, they were evenly matched at this moment.
"Your ability to turn one qi into three pure beings has a time limit after all. Let's see how you die later!" Mo Wudao was shocked in his heart. He had fused with the phantom of the Demon Ancestor but was still unable to gain the upper hand. This made him shocked and angry, and made him tremble all over.
The power surged and he went completely berserk.
Black demonic energy lingered outside Mo Wudao's body, dazzling like black lightning, and a dangerous aura emanated from Mo Wudao's body.
Opposite him, Yang Ji was equally astonished. His body was polished to an extremely powerful level, comparable to an immortal weapon, and was indestructible. However, when facing Demon Wu Dao, he was not beaten to death, but only shattered his bones.
Mo Wudao's demon body is so powerful that it is at least the strongest of the same level that Yang Ji has ever encountered.
Mo Wudao is indeed a genius of the Demon Clan, a descendant of the Demon Ancestor, and is indeed powerful.
"Demon Realm!"
Mo Wudao roared angrily, and endless demon patterns immediately appeared on his body. The magic patterns were imprinted in the void, transforming into a black cage.
The magic pattern isolates the breath of the outside world and makes a void independent. In this demon god's realm, he, Mo Wudao, is the supreme god of war.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yang Ji raised his eyes and in an instant, he was trapped in a pitch-black cage.
In this realm, everything is pitch black as far as the eye can see, and streaks of black demonic energy are like lightning, constantly flashing through the void in this area, so fast that it is almost difficult for spiritual consciousness to catch it.
Whoosh!
A condensed demonic energy rushed past Yang Ji's side, and a corner of his sleeve was swept away by the demonic energy. It instantly turned into fly ash and dissipated into the void.
"Huh? These demonic energies actually contain some of the aura of the Demon Ancestor..."
Yang Ji was a little surprised. He was surprised that these black lightning-like demonic energies were so terrifying.
"You are very confident and arrogant!"
Mo Wudao saw that Yang Ji did not dodge or dodge, and the demonic energy surged all over his body. A strong sense of oppression immediately appeared in the void of this side of the world.
"You think you can defeat me with this kind of field?"
Yang Ji smiled, but his face was still blank, with no other emotions revealed.
It has to be said that Mo Wudao's demon realm is very powerful, but it is still a little short of being able to suppress him with such power.
"You'll know if you try it, right?"
Mo Wudao didn't say too many words, and then he took action directly, and the countless black demonic energy surrounding him immediately shot out towards Yang Ji.
The overwhelming lightning magic energy sent out terrifying fluctuations that made people's hearts beat. Each ray of magic energy was enough to kill a true immortal, and it had great power.
Yang Ji was in the Demon God's Realm and had no way to avoid it, because in this Demon God's Realm, the lightning demon energy fired by Mo Wudao was everywhere.
"snort!"
Yang Ji snorted coldly, terrifying power emitted from his palms, and death intertwined.
Circles of terrifying death paths spread from Yang Ji's palms, protecting the place where he stood so impregnably that no water could penetrate.
Once the lightning magic energy breaks in, it will be annihilated and die.
Seeing this, Mo Wudao's eyes sank, knowing that the Death Seal was too powerful and could kill almost all energy substances, yet it was able to withstand his attack. You know, this was within his domain.
The intertwined death seals prevented Yang Ji from being touched by anything. Even if he was in the opponent's domain, he could still wield it freely.
"I don't believe Zhen can't kill you."
Mo Wudao's eyes turned cold, and the killing intent radiating from his body reached its peak, and demonic lines began to appear on his demonic body.
The power of the avenue is condensing, and each magic pattern is emitting a bright black light, and then is branded from Mo Wudao's demonic body into the void.
The magic lines of the avenue emits eternal magic light, heading towards Yang Ji's imprint. Each magic line is a trace of the avenue, with the power of the avenue lingering around.
"interesting!"
Yang Ji was surprised that this method could definitely suppress ordinary top true immortals, because he felt strong pressure on these magic lines.
The power of the entire Demon God Realm was attracted by the countless demon patterns of the Great Dao, and they all headed towards Yang Ji to suppress him. Mo Wudao used all possible means to suppress Yang Ji, vowing to suppress him.
"bring it on!"
Yang Ji solemnly used both palms to resist.
After a while, Yang Ji was surrounded by countless demonic patterns of the great avenue. The power of the Dao was so great that every magic pattern was emitting a bright black light, activating the power of the great avenue to refine Yang Ji.
Yang Ji felt danger, but he remained unafraid.
"Refining!"
Seeing that Yang Ji was suppressed, Mo Wudao became more confident. This was his last resort. If he couldn't kill his opponent, then he would have no other options.
"This level is not enough!"
Yang Ji's voice was still calm, without the slightest hint of nervousness. He could use the power of the great avenues because he knew twenty-seven kinds of great avenues.
Sounds of wind and thunder came from his body, and then a bright divine light came out, and waves of great aura came out from his body.
"What? Ten kinds of Dao...you actually killed ten Dao tribulations?"
When Mo Wudao sensed the aura of the great avenue, his expression suddenly changed.
At this time, Yang Ji's body began to show a series of divine patterns, which were the patterns he had cultivated.
The power of the Tao is mighty and the charm of the Tao is lingering. Yang Ji's whole figure seems to have turned into the carrier of the Tao, as if it is integrated with the Tao.
"I am the Tao, and the Tao is me. How do you suppress me?"
Yang Ji seemed to have become the incarnation of the Dao, blessed with endless Dao patterns, and his fist power came out with great force.
Boom!
The two Tao forces were colliding, and the Dao Demonic Patterns could no longer advance any further. They were blocked by Yang Ji's fist power. Yang Ji used the Dao Power to turn it into Dao traces to confront Mo Wudao's Dao Demonic Patterns.
At this time, Yang Ji's whole body and mind entered a mysterious state. At this time, he showed his peak strength.
"Punch me!"
Dao patterns appeared on Yang Ji's fist. When he punched out, the entire Demon God Realm shook, and an extremely powerful fist force erupted from his fist.
Wherever the punch passed, it was devastated and large areas of demonic patterns were blown away. This was the invincible power of the fist. It seemed to be able to destroy everything if it moved forward.
Yang Ji and Mo Wudao fought. Both sides used their strongest strength, but Yang Ji was even better. He could break Mo Wudao's Dao magic pattern with one punch.
A pair of fists transformed into ten kinds of avenues. Yang Ji's combat power was unparalleled. He rushed out from the seal of countless magic patterns, and countless patterns appeared on his whole body.
The brand of the Great Dao emerged on his body. Yang Ji was like the carrier of "Tao". He was immune to all means and took the initiative to attack the demon without Tao. His pair of fists shook the entire Demon God Realm.
The Demon God's Domain was cracked open by Yang Ji's fist power.
There was a crack, which caused Mo Wudao to receive a huge impact, and his body shook repeatedly.
"How is this possible... There are ten great avenues, and there are also extraordinary avenues such as space, time, collapse, cutting, life and death, yin and yang, and Wuji. How can you, a kid from the lower world with no background, achieve this step?"
Mo Wudao was roaring. As a descendant of the Demon Ancestor, he had endless resources and had only killed ten Dao tribulations, and there were not many tyrannical Dao. Now that he saw Yang Ji's Dao, he became completely crazy.
He is unwilling!
Peng!
"Humph!" Yang Ji snorted coldly, and knocked away the demon Wu Dao with one punch. There was no suspense. With ten kinds of Dao in his body, he was still invincible even in the opponent's domain.
The divine patterns of the great avenue appeared on his body, and every move he made was filled with infinite power. Every punch and kick could shatter the void world.
With one punch, Yang Ji tore apart the Demon God's realm and took a step forward.
A large amount of black demonic energy burst out from the sky, and a figure, like a peerless god of war, walked out of the void bathed in the demonic energy.
Roar!
A roar shook the mountains and rivers, and a tall figure rushed out of the void in a panic, with black blood dripping from his body.
Mo Wudao put away his own domain, gathered all the power in his body, and killed Yang Ji again.
Peng!
Peng!
Peng!
The two of them kept fighting hard until they went crazy.
There were cracks on Mo Wudao's powerful demonic body, and black blood seeped out from those cracks.
Yang Ji's whole body was filled with the power of the Tao, and the charm of the Tao was lingering. When he punched out, the power of the Tao was overwhelming in his fist.
Mo Wudao's fighting power surged, the cracks on his body were healing rapidly, and the black blood flowed back. He turned his right hand, and a sword appeared in his hand.
It is actually a top-quality magic weapon, and its foundation is really powerful.
Whoosh!
Mo Wudao just waved the magic sword in his hand, and a bright black sword light rushed out from the magic sword, thousands of meters away, and strangled Yang Ji.
Peng!
Yang Ji punched out and faced the black sword light directly. The violent fist smashed the void and penetrated the heaven and earth. Invincible power was swaying.
The black sword light shattered under Yang Ji's fist. Yang Ji was unparalleled in strength. After the sword light shattered, the power of his fist did not decrease and he continued to hit Mo Wudao.
Mo Wudao's cultivation is so strong that it cannot be compared with that of ordinary demon lords. On the black magic knife in his hand, there are black magic lines emerging one after another.
Sonorous!
The magic sword and Yang Ji's fist collided together instantly, making a sound of gold and iron. Yang Ji actually used his fist to hit Mo Wudao's magic sword.
It is definitely a crazy thing to fight against the best magic sword with a flesh and blood body.
It was no surprise that Yang Ji was injured. There were knife marks, blood and broken bones on his hands. It was obvious that the magic knife in Mo Wudao's hand was extraordinary and extremely powerful.
Yang Ji used the seal of life, constantly resisting the demonic sword of Wu Dao with his physical palm, and was constantly injured and healed.
It didn't retreat at all and was so powerful that Mo Wudao was frightened and his heart was shaken. What kind of monster is this?
The two figures moved quickly in the sky, sparks and blood were constantly flying, and the collision was fierce.
Buzz!
The black magic sword was vibrating, and it shot out a thousand-foot sword light. The heaven and earth were split, as if it was cut in half by a knife. In the sword light, there was a pattern looming.
"Roar!"
Mo Wudao was roaring, this sword was already a blow with all his strength, his whole body was full of strength, and the demonic energy made the whole world shake.
Yang Ji's fists collided with the sword energy, his arms were shattered, and his body exploded under Mo Wudao's terrifying sword blow.
Turned into blood mist.
"snort,
I won’t play with you anymore!”
In the blood mist, Yang Ji's body condensed rapidly, and two more avenues of blessing came in. His combat power instantly soared, and a terrifying aura that dominated the world spread from his body, shocking the nine heavens and ten places.
Boom!
The energy and blood in Yang Ji's body circulated rapidly, and a dull sound of wind and thunder was heard. With just one punch, the magic knife in Mo Wudao's hand was knocked away.
Although the ultimate magic weapon is powerful, Mo Wu Dao is only a demon master after all, and it is difficult to exert its full power.
Whoosh!
The next moment, Yang Ji disappeared on the spot and suddenly appeared next to Mo Wudao. He grabbed one of Mo Wudao's right arms and pulled hard.
Mo Wudao immediately let out an earth-shattering roar, and his entire arm was torn off by Yang Ji. Black blood spurted out. He was no match at all.
"How is it possible... there are twelve great ways, and you actually killed twelve tribulations? This is impossible!"
Mo Wudao was shocked and couldn't believe it. Why had the situation changed so suddenly?
"Nothing is impossible!" Yang Ji struck out sharply, blasting Mo Wudao, and sealed the city with his backhand.