"As he said, this Arhat formation is the formation of the Sword God Sect. As the leader of the Sword God Sect, how can I stop here!" Ye Shaohan's figure looked slightly silent, and then he immediately turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the towers.
go.
Hiss! The flames of reincarnation surged out of Ye Shaohan's body like a tide, and also transformed into a line of armor.
At the same time, a little strong wind was swirling around Ye Shaohan, and thunder was flowing on Ye Shaohan's fingertips. Ye Shaohan stared at the eighteen figures in front of him, with a trace of expectation in his eyes: "After being baptized by the rules of killing, I
What kind of strength has his physical body reached?" Phew, wherever Ye Shaohan stepped, the void must be shattered. At the same time, Ye Shaohan's figure emerged from the broken void, and he also punched a golden figure in it.
Fall.
The majestic momentum rushed straight down. Before the fist came, its terrifying Moon God's will was flowing in it. The thunder was beating, involving the turbulent flow of space around it. The violent force of the turbulent flow was integrated into Ye Shaohan's punch.
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The physical power all over his body exploded, and its strength was terrifying, even no less than ordinary magical power.
The thunder tore apart the roiling Buddha light all around, and the fist suddenly fell on the Arhat in front of him. The Arhat also reacted very quickly, and his fist filled with Buddha light came forward, bringing with it a bone-chilling killing aura.
There was a chill in his dark eyes, and Ye Shaohan snorted. He removed the will of the Moon God and only used his physical strength to receive the punch.
Under the horrified gazes of everyone, its two figures finally met in the void, and their loud explosions echoed.
The Buddha's light dimmed, and the Arhat's figure fell back weakly like a kite with its string broken. The white clothes made a sound, and Ye Shaohan's figure stood in the void without moving at all. The flames of reincarnation billowed and melted away his right arm.
The power of spreading.
There was inexplicable heat in the eyes of the life and death dragon, and he clenched his right hand tightly, just like Ye Shaohan did before, and punched out loudly, making a sharp sound of breaking wind.
"Grandma, my body, which I have practiced for hundreds of years, is not as strong as others!" The Life and Death Dragon was a little decadent, staring straight at the figure in white clothes Shengxue.
Stopping his body, Ye Shaohan immediately turned around and punched out his right fist again. At the same time, seventeen waves of majestic energy came crashing in, drowning Ye Shaohan's figure.
The eighteen Arhats are one body, and as long as they attack one of them, they will be besieged by the seventeen Arhats.
This majestic energy gathered together was enough to destroy the world, but it was insignificant to Ye Shaohan. His physical strength could withstand the impact of these majestic energies.
The majestic pressure soared into the sky. Ye Shaohan faced the majestic energy and faced it with one punch!
The figure flew out like a rainbow and shot directly at the second Arhat. In an instant, seventeen majestic energy shattered at an astonishing speed, all the way up against the sky, and a wave of energy dissipated in Ye Shaohan's fist.
Letting the majestic energy impact his body, Ye Shaohan shouted out, passing dozens of feet, and his fist landed on the second Arhat again.
Bang! Another figure fell backwards like a kite with broken strings. This scene shocked everyone present, even the proud man opened his eyes again.
A smile appeared at the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth, suppressing the roiling blood in his body, Ye Shaohan roared out: "The third one!"
The terrifying physical power exploded, and the void where his fist hit immediately sank.
Bang bang! Ye Shaohan took several steps in succession, and his punch shattered the incoming majestic energy again.
After smashing the energy vortex, Ye Shaohan jumped in front of the third Arhat, his will exploded, and the third punch came with a bang, afterimages spread out, and finally overlapped together.
The fist shadows of both sides collided in the void, and the thunderous roar turned into billowing sound waves, which penetrated the entire world.
The turbulent current surged, and Ye Shaohan's white clothes were floating.
With one go! Ye Shaohan continued to take steps, and every step made the world tremble.
Just like before, Ye Shaohan punched with a devastating force, knocking back the rest of the Arhats like a bamboo.
Breaking all laws with one force! Ye Shaohan's body is stronger than that of the proud man! The void shook, and the golden Buddha light in the sky turned into nothingness under Ye Shaohan's iron fist.
"What a terrifying physical power!" The Lonely Emperor whispered. In hell, there is no warrior with a body that can compare to this person.
Ye Shaohan's strength was once again deeply imprinted in everyone's minds, especially Yan Chen and others, whose expressions became more solemn.
The Buddha's light dissipated, and the eighteen Arhats fell to the bottom of the tower like kites with broken strings.
The sound of chanting that filled the sky also dissipated. At this time, the entire ancient temple seemed unusually quiet. Everyone's eyes fell on the figure in the sky, whose white clothes were fluttering.
Blood energy surged wildly in his body. Ye Shaohan closed his eyes slightly and suffered dozens of energy shocks in succession. Ye Shaohan also felt uncomfortable.
The heartbreaking pain swept over him. Ye Shaohan turned around and looked at the proud man in the distance with a calm expression. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I think he must not be feeling well either!"
The red leaves are flying, the Buddha's light is flowing, the figures of the eighteen Arhats finally dissipate, and the melodious sound of their wooden fish resounds throughout the ancient temple.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured into Ye Shaohan's body crazily. Ye Shaohan's eyes swept over the smoke and dust without leaving a trace.
Yanchen and others' hearts suddenly sank, and they were always on guard against Ye Shaohan's sudden attack.
"Let's go!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, taking the lead to walk towards the sword pillar. He raised his right hand again and clenched it into a fist, and his terrifying thunder flowed on his fingertips.
Bang! Ye Shaohan punched forward directly. This punch could destroy the world, let alone a mere sword pillar.
The sword pillar, which was more than a hundred feet long, immediately turned into fragments and scattered. The rubble flew, and the chanting sound filled the sky again. The sound waves gathered together to form an illusory door, the entrance to the fifth-level sword tomb.
Standing under the door of illusion, Ye Shaohan could detect waves of heat coming from inside.
"Fifth level sword tomb!" The life and death dragon muttered, looking at Ye Shaohan with complicated eyes. This guy really came to the fifth level sword tomb unharmed.
"Level 5 Sword Tomb, I hope you won't disappoint me!" Ye Shaohan concentrated slightly and noticed that the fluctuation on the Qilin necklace still existed. He sighed slightly, his figure became slightly silent, and then he immediately shot out.
Whoosh! Zhang Ming and others followed closely behind, and the illusory gate swallowed up the figures of Ye Shaohan and others.
Jiaozi stood up, looked at Yanchen and the others coldly, and also stepped into the door of illusion.
"The fifth-level sword tomb, as long as you find my father and others, you won't be afraid of these guys!" Yan Chen said with a serious smile. Facing Ye Shaohan and Jiaozi, he felt a sense of humiliation for no reason.
"Brother Yanchen, don't dry up and return to the rivers and seas!" The Lonely Emperor raised his sword eyebrows slightly, sighed slightly, patted Yanchen's shoulder, and said lightly: "Hell is a sub-world, and after all, it is also a part of the Martial God Continent!"
"The stage of hell is too small. Maybe this is not the stage for us. The Martial God Continent is the stage for us to display our ambitions!" After saying this, the Lonely Emperor said no more and also entered the door of illusion.
"Martial God Continent!" Yan Chen murmured, and then sneered: "Maybe that is my stage, and the flags of the eight major cities will one day fill the entire Martial God Continent!"
Whoosh! Dozens of sword lights rose up and finally dissipated in the illusory door.
The Buddha is crossing the reincarnation hell, and the red leaves are falling and blowing in the wind. For it, Ye Shaohan and others are just passers-by.
"If a drop of water does not dry up, it will return to the rivers and seas!" A lingering voice surrounds the world of Buddha's reincarnation, "Thousands of years have passed, and thousands of years have passed. Returning from ancient times, the seven Confucian disciples!"
The fifth-level sword tomb, on the other side of the ancient world, is like a sea of flames. The steep rocks are filled with flames, and scorching waves are coming towards you.
The volcano erupted, its rolling fire slurry gushes out like a tide, and the rocks melt.
The churning flames were rising below, and as soon as Ye Shaohan's front feet touched the bottom, a wave of heat swept over him, covering his whole body.
The ground here was roasted red by the flames, and the temperature was extremely high. Warriors like Leng Feng had to use their spiritual energy to resist the surrounding heat waves, and beware of the flames that appeared from time to time.
The entire void was rendered red by the flames, and clusters of flames appeared above the clouds. There were thousands of flames, but only one cluster of flames was the weirdest. The purple flames circulated among the thousands of fires.
Wherever its purple flames pass through, the void will inevitably stir up a ripple.
The proud man opened his eyes, his eyes fell on the cluster of purple flames in the distance, and there was a hint of contemplation in his eyes.
With his eyes slightly closed, Ye Shaohan took a step forward. The flames in the void trembled in vain, and he looked extremely happy.
Opening his eyes, Ye Shaohan held up his right hand, and the flames around it gathered crazily towards the palm of his hand, transforming into a fire lotus. This terrifying flame became extremely docile in Ye Shaohan's hands.
Staring at the fire lotus, the Suzaku mark on Ye Shaohan's eyebrows gradually emerged: "Suzaku Fire?"
"No, it's more terrifying than the Suzaku Fire!" The flames were flowing on his fingertips, and Ye Shaohan could even feel the trembling of the blood in his body. In this cluster of flames, he felt a familiar aura, the aura of a fire unicorn.
"Qilin's original fire!" Jiaozi said lightly, his eyes falling on the fire lotus in Ye Shaohan's hand.
"The original fire of the unicorn?" Ye Shaohan had never seen it before. He had only seen the fire of the fire unicorn driving the red bird.
"Only those with the original body of Qilin can control the original fire of Qilin!" As if seeing Ye Shaohan's doubts, Jiaozi wrote lightly.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan dispersed the fire lotus in his hand, stared at Jiaozi, and then chuckled. Jiaozi, this person not only knows the existence of the moon god's will, but also knows the so-called Qilin's original fire. Who is he?
Ignoring Ye Shaohan's gaze, Jiaozi raised his eyes slightly and looked at the dancing flames in the distance. He stepped forward and walked towards it. The flames dancing wildly around him gave way one after another.
The warriors from the Martial Temple made a slight sword salute to Ye Shaohan, stood up, and followed closely behind the proud man.