Ye Xiaochuan felt that the strange giant palm that seemed to be a substance was somewhat familiar. It was like the Netherworld Ghost Claw cultivated by Xuan Ying, or the Palm of the Great Merciful and Compassionate Tathagata cultivated by Buddhism.
It's just that the palm print is a few circles smaller than the two, about ten feet long.
Seeing the giant palm imprint, everyone knew that this palm must have gathered Hua Wuyou's lifelong efforts, and it would definitely not be easy to resolve.
Ye Xiaochuan, Yao Guang, and Qilisi, who were facing the attack of this giant palm, felt an unprecedented huge air pressure coming from them. Not only did it make it difficult to breathe, but their bones were almost crushed.
They wanted to escape, but the energy around their bodies seemed to be imprisoned by a mysterious force, making them unable to escape at all.
As a result, these three guys began to desperately try to destroy the incoming giant palm.
The sonic air waves slowed down some of the giant palms. The electric snake hit the giant palm and could only make holes. Ye Xiaochuan desperately urged Qiankun's sword, which could only leave a small hole on it.
Sword Cave.
This giant palm seems to have really become a substance. The big hole that was punched out is bloody and bloody. There seems to be blood, but it is black blood! Hua Wuyou is right. Although Yaoguang and Qilisi possess a unique treasure,
But the cultivation level of these two people is really too low. They are like a six or seven-year-old child carrying a sword that is as sharp as clay. There is no problem with the sword, but the problem arises when using it.
The person with the sword.
The sword in Hua Wuyou's hand is not weaker than theirs, but Hua Wuyou is an adult.
For an adult to hit two six or seven year old children, there is no suspense at all.
If Yaoguang and Qilisi were also adults and the two women joined forces, Hua Wuyou would never be a match.
But now... even if Ye Xiaochuan, Axiang and two top-level monsters are plundering the formation, they are no match for Hua Wuyou.
The giant palm riddled with holes finally slapped the three of them. Facing the giant palm, Kui Niu and Dagu looked like ants.
Amid the exclamations, at the critical moment, Ye Xiaochuan roared and rushed out.
Just before his giant palm was about to hit the two women, he grabbed their wrists and swung them back forcefully.
Then, he made a circle with both hands, and stretched out both palms, with his small palms touching the huge palms.
He yelled, like the roar of a wild animal before it died, as if he wanted to use a pair of fleshy palms to resist the attack of this giant palm.
"boom!"
The moment the three palms met, a deafening sound erupted, and the strong wind directly blew the Kui Niu drum, Yao Guang, and Qili silk behind Ye Xiaochuan flying dozens of feet to the west.
Everyone exclaimed.
Yun Qiyou shouted: "Xiaochuan!"
He rushed over with Yu Jizi, Zui Taoist and others.
When they were about to rush closer, they suddenly stopped.
Ye Xiaochuan was not beaten away or killed by the giant palm as they imagined. This kid was like an old cow standing on top of a mountain, his body was bowed forward, and his palms were firmly pressed against the giant palm.
The push of the giant palm was unexpectedly blocked.
"ah……"
The beast's roar in Ye Xiaochuan's mouth continued to sound.
The rest of his body glowed with a five-color divine light, and there was even a crackling sound coming from his body, like the sound of every inch of his bones.
Hua Wuyou's eyes shone brightly, and he murmured to himself: "The five-color sacred stone!"
Previously, Ye Xiaochuan called him Second Aunt Hua, a flower shemale, which made him so angry that he forgot that Ye Xiaochuan was a descendant of Nuwa, and he inherited the five-color sacred stone that Nuwa used to mend the sky!
Ye Xiaochuan is persisting, and so is Hua Wuyou.
Hua Wuyou continued to pour the true spiritual power into the giant palm, but the power of the five-color divine stone had been activated. Ye Xiaochuan was struck hundreds of times by the five-color divine thunder in southern Xinjiang and turned into a multi-colored body.
The colorful body belongs to the attribute of chaos, and the power of ice and fire is also in chaos. Just like when he was fighting against the God of Fire in the heaven, Ye Xiaochuan was at home in the chaotic sky fire and was not harmed by the chaotic sky fire at all.
This giant palm is made of the Nine Nether Frost and the Chaos Heavenly Fire. It is just like the Hunyuan Palm that hit Ye Xiaochuan in the Wudu Valley without worry. Others could not resist it, but Ye Xiaochuan, who was carrying the five-color sacred stone, could not resist it.
is allowed.
Under the colorful divine stone, although Ye Xiaochuan could barely withstand the attack of the giant palm, Hua Wuyou's cultivation level was too high. In the end, Ye Xiaochuan was defeated, screamed in agony, and flew backwards.
Just when Yu Jizi and others were preparing to rescue, a rattling sound came from the west.
That is the cry of prosperity!
Ye Xiaochuan regarded Wangcai as his brother, and Wangcai regarded him as Ye Xiaochuan's brother.
Seeing Ye Xiaochuan's hands at this moment, Wangcai couldn't stand it anymore. Ye Xiaochuan was flying backwards like a kite with its string broken, blood spurted out from his mouth, his body's bones were broken in many places, and his consciousness was very blurry. He happened to see
Wangcai flew past him, like a small red stone, hitting the incoming
Giant palm.
"Wangcai...don't..."
Ye Xiaochuan shouted these four words hoarsely.
Then, Wangcai flew back, spinning and rolling, with his wings and head drooped, and his little tongue sticking out for a long time.
“Prosperous wealth!!”
Ye Xiaochuan was shocked...
But at this moment, Death Wangcai suddenly trembled, let out a loud phoenix cry, and once again threw himself desperately towards the giant palm that hurt his little master.
Ye Xiaochuan, whose consciousness was gradually blurring, heard the cry of the phoenix and felt that it was a little different from the usual cry of wealth.
Ye Xiaochuan was caught, and it was Yun Qiyou who caught him. Yu Jizi and a dozen other good and evil masters stood in front of Ye Xiaochuan, and the drunk Taoist immediately diagnosed and treated his precious disciple.
However, at this moment, Ye Xiaochuan's limbs were shattered, and the bones in his body were broken in dozens of places. Fortunately, his internal organs were always tightly wrapped by a mysterious multi-colored divine light.
A cultivator has a strong vitality and will not die as long as his internal organs are not fatally wounded.
After taking several bottles of Cangyun elixir, Ye Xiaochuan's strength gradually recovered, but at this moment he couldn't move at all. He was held by Yun Qiyou, and his eyes looked at Wangcai through the gap in the crowd in front.
.
The fat Wangcai is only two feet in size. Facing a giant hand of more than ten feet, it is no different from an ant.
But Wangcai is very angry now, and he will never let go of anyone who hurts his little master.
I saw it spinning and flying, like an electric poisonous dragon drill, getting into the giant palm.
Ye Xiaochuan and everyone were thinking, it's over, it's over, it's really over now, Wangcai is going to die.
Things are always unexpected. When Ye Xiaochuan was about to remember Wangcai, the giant palm suddenly burst into flames.
A giant bird with a wingspan of thirty feet roared out from the flames.
Although its size is not as huge as the Ice Luan, its power is extremely terrifying.
The firebird spread its wings, and dense red light spots appeared in the starry sky of the universe. Those light spots quickly grew in size, like meteorites falling from the universe, crashing down extremely quickly.
"Skyfire meteorite...fire phoenix...how is that possible!"
Only Hua Wuyou and the white-bone demon dragon at his feet recognized this move. The strange green light in the hollow eyes of the white-bone demon dragon expanded rapidly, and he was very frightened, because it was the one who died in Tianfeng Duan Xiaohuan's move back then.
