Yuan Futu couldn't help but retreated, his feet sank into the ground, and his heels pressed hard against the dolomite, making two straight indentations to weaken his retreat. At this moment, the innate chaotic essence also evolved into an orange-red color.
The demon power flows through every part of the body, causing the broken meridians and broken bones to be connected in an instant, but recovery is not that easy.
The physical trauma did not have much impact on him. After retreating for more than twenty feet, he managed to regain his balance. Yuan Futu looked at the ferocious Mirage King with a smile on his lips.
He made so many preparations just to force Yu Wen Xinghao to reveal the laws of heaven and earth.
Yu Wen Xinghao slowly opened his arms and said in a deep voice: "God gave me the heavenly form Mirage King, and I am also destined to become the master of the Poseidon Kingdom. Even if you understand the mysteries of the seventh-level classics, you can't change anything."
Yuan Futu's face was solemn. He knew that this battle had reached the most crucial moment. Facing the masters of the Heavenly Mang Realm who were showing their Dharma, he could not relax at any time, otherwise he might die suddenly on the spot if he met him.
This dharma image benefited from Yuwen Xinghao's month of recuperation, making it even more powerful now than when he was in Zhanling Palace. As a top heaven-level dharma image, its combat power is very powerful. It is estimated that Yuwen Xinghao's
His cultivation has only reached the middle stage of Tianmang, but as long as he has this dharma, he is enough to challenge his opponents at the peak of Tianmang.
Crossing the border is definitely a huge challenge for Yuan Futu, but he absolutely cannot lose this battle!
Yu Wen Xinghao gave up the god-level spiritual treasure, inserted the moon-cutting knife in front of him, then leaned forward slightly, and poked out his pale palm from his sleeves, as if giving instructions.
Immediately, the Mirage King moved, let out a thunderous roar, and swung his huge palm down in the air. A blue formation appeared in the palm of his hand, and dense and sharp ice spikes erupted.
The light flowing on these ice spikes made Yuan Futu's pupils shrink suddenly. He clearly felt that each ice spike was engraved with subtle patterns, so that the power of the ice spikes was far beyond imagination. This kind of
He had already seen the methods of heaven-level Dharma when he was in Zhanling Palace.
The thick earth formation was shattered and the Hunyuan Shield was useless. He had no way to defend himself, so Yuan Futu did not intend to retreat, but stepped forward.
The sword body of the Zhuhuangjian trembled, splitting into four elemental sword shadows with different colors, whizzing away, fighting with the hundreds of ice spikes.
There were several clanking sounds, and as soon as the ice thorn touched the elemental sword shadow, the formation pattern inside exploded like a detonator filled with gunpowder. It was extremely powerful. The sword shadow was involved, and the speed suddenly slowed down, shaking, and the sword
Mottled cracks also appeared on the body.
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
When Yu Wen Xinghao saw this, he felt more and more how big the gap in strength between the two was. He couldn't help showing a look of contempt on his face. His hand movements changed, and the Mirage King suddenly opened his fierce eyes and pointed forward to kill.
One finger strikes, piercing the clouds and cracking the rocks!
"Stone Piercer Divine Finger!" Yuan Futu did not expect that Yuwen Xinghao would use the power of the Dharma to perform the trick. He saw the Mirage King's thumb loosening from his fist, and his fingertips seemed to be filled with unimaginable power, turning into a
Extremely fine blue light penetrates the void.
Yuan Futu stacked the four broken sword shadows in front of him, collided with the finger force, and immediately shattered into pieces.
"The higher the quality of the Dharma, the stronger its talent. The most inferior Dharma can only rely on brute force or superficial elemental power to deal with the enemy, but the heaven-level Dharma can communicate with my mind and understand it easily.
The mysteries in the Kung Fu books." Yu Wen Xinghao spoke slowly, his words seemed to have a strong oppressive momentum, and he wanted to put Yuan Futu to death with every word.
After hearing these words, Yuan Futu understood the difference between the three levels of dharma between heaven, earth and man. In the final analysis, it lies in the word "foundation", which is the same as a person's innate qualifications.
In Yuan Futu's view, Yuwen Xinghao is very strong, not only in terms of cultivation, but also in unparalleled talent. It lies in the formation. He can cause partial damage to the ninth-level formation just by relying on the incomplete formation patterns in his mind.
, lies in practicing one method, but it can condense the heaven-level Dharma, and the "Poseidon Art" has also reached its peak.
Facing such a master, Yuan Futu felt like he was hanging on the edge of a knife. If he made any mistake, he would lose his life.
Around the square, everyone was watching this battle that would determine the future of the Poseidon Kingdom. The Poseidon people and the temple guards watched silently, but they did not notice that the path was spinning above the land.
The magic circle that has lasted for more than a thousand years seems to have become the last of its strength, trembling constantly, as if it will collapse at any moment.
"Shocking Palm!"
Yu Wen Xinghao roared, but it was not him who waved his palm, but the Dharma Appearance Mirage King behind him.
The huge fleshy palm attacked wildly, erupting with terrifying water-based essence, layer upon layer, surging, and the effect Yun Mengxuan had displayed back then was nothing compared to him.
The palm shadow grew bigger and bigger. At first it was as big as a hut, but in an instant it became as strong as a mountain, covering the sky and the sun. In front of it, Yuan Futu was as small as an ant.
At this moment, his eyelids closed and his consciousness returned to the sea of soul.
In the golden elixir, the power of innate chaos is surging, evolving into pure water essence at an extremely fast speed, like a stream of blue water, converging on top of the golden elixir, condensing into a drop of chaotic crystal.
moist water drops.
This drop of water is only the size of a fingernail, but it contains the pinnacle of mysteries that Yuan Futu understood in the ruins of the Sea Emperor.
"The vast sea contains immeasurable true meaning!"
Yuan Futu's godless eyes suddenly flashed with light, and the Zhuhuang Sword in his hand was raised high to the sky, stabbing towards the infinitely huge palm.
The giant palm contained tremendous power, which was seventy times stronger than the Xuan Chong Sword. It caused the void to collapse continuously, and the sound of air squeezing and exploding could even be heard in the ears.
The strong wind hit, creating an irresistible sense of oppression. Before the giant palm could press down, the ground collapsed, showing a huge palm print.
Yun Mengxuan's face turned pale. She had never thought that this simple move of "Poseidon Art" could be so powerful. She was also worried about Yuan Futu's safety at the moment. In her sight, the small body was comparable to a drop in the ocean, but it was just blurry.
I saw a vermilion jagged sword blade, and stabbed somewhere in the palm of my hand with some overestimation.
There is an imperceptible drop of water hanging from the tip of the god-level spiritual treasure Zhuhuang Sword. It has no sharp edge and no edge. It is precisely because of this drop of water that the power of this sword becomes immeasurable.