The dark red sword light is like a divine light that splits the universe and divides the yin and yang, and comes to the body in an instant.
Long Xiaoshan felt his whole body was cold and even the fairy infant felt the sign of death approaching. Obviously, this attack could not only threaten his divine body, but also kill his Nascent Soul.
Long Xiaoshan grabbed the Tianfu Cauldron and fell into his hand.
Bang!
The Devil Crying Sword slashed on the Butian Cauldron, and violent fire burst out. The powerful sword intent even bombarded Long Xiaoshan through the Butian Cauldron, and Long Xiaoshan blew back thousands of miles away.
"Thirty-six Styles of Ghost Wind!"
The Star Lord of the Flame Snorted Coldly, stepped out, danced Devil's Cry, In an instant, the starry sky turned into hell, the wind blew, the ghost cried, countless sword lights crisscrossed, carrying the breath of the Netherworld Abyss, towards the dragon The hills strangled over.
Long Xiaoshan did not dare to neglect, so he held up the Bu Tian Cauldron and waved it so hard that it was draining, and the five-colored divine light enveloped his whole body.
Dangdangdang!
Infinite sword light swept over, colliding with the five-colored divine light, emitting a violent shock to itself. Every collision is no less than a planetary collision. The two people fought from one end of the starry sky to the other end of the starry sky, and the battlefield traverses more than 100 million miles. .
The planets and meteorites along the way were hit by the impact of the flames, and all burst into pieces and turned into cosmic smoke and dust.
Scarved marks appeared on the Butian Cauldron.
Long Xiaoshan's body was even more penetrated by the knife intention, and it was bloody. It was not that the material of the Bu Tian Cauldron was not good enough. The five-colored divine stone was definitely a rare divine object. However, the people who refined it were not enough. The Nine Medicine Heavenly Lord himself did not reach the realm of Transformation of God. Although he barely refined the five-colored divine stone into a medicine cauldron, it surpassed the level of Tianbao, but it was far from the divine treasure refined by the God Transformation Power after all.
The Devil Crying Sword of the Yankei Star Lord, which takes the spine of the starry sky into the gods, is full of infinite hostility. It is more fierce than ordinary divine treasures, and its attack power is extremely fierce, so that the Butian Cauldron has already appeared. Signs of failure.
The sword style of the Yankexing Star Lord is getting stronger and stronger.
The Thirty-six Ghost Wind Stages were originally his supreme magical powers. Each sword could enhance the sword momentum. The power of the Thirty-six Styles was rising in a step-like manner. Long Xiaoshan was able to persist until now, and his chaotic divine body was strong enough.
"I'm not dead yet!"
After the 35th stance, the Flame Star Lord roared.
Boom!
The 36th style ghost wind slashed out, and countless demon patterns appeared on the dark red sword surface. The Devil Crying Sword's spine seemed to come alive. The demon patterns twisted and moved, strange and vast, turned into demon lights and merged into Inside the body of the Flame Star Lord.
The entire body of the Yanjiao Star Lord seemed to merge with the Devil's Cry in his hand, turning into a peerless ferocious beast that stretched across the starry sky. It was a single horn in the center of the face, red all over, and a five-tailed leopard-shaped starry sky. The giant beast is larger than the sun and fiercely, and it grabs it with one claw towards Long Xiaoshan.
Woo--
The ghost wind whistles and the stars shatter.
The terrifying claw light streaked across the Butian Cauldron, and the Butian Cauldron began to tremble violently.
Bang!
The next moment, the Butian Cauldron collapsed from it, and the claw light was slightly dimmed, and it passed through Long Xiaoshan's divine body.
Silently, as if a steel knife cut through tofu, Long Xiaoshan could smash the huge body of the stars, and many cracks appeared, just like a broken porcelain.
Crackling!
The fragments of the divine body began to fall, and it seemed that it was raining heavily in the starry sky.
Even the world of immortal land seemed to be perceived, the way of heaven was wailing, the sacred tree was dim, the crown was withered, and the sun and moon were chaotic and lightless.
"Is the Emperor of Heaven dead?"
Countless immortal creatures watched the huge shadow of the Heavenly Emperor disintegration in the vast starry sky, fear trembled, and despair surged into their hearts. Ling Xiaofu and Wen Qingcheng even covered their mouths, and Xiaoqing cried out and flew into the sky.
Go and shout, "Brother!"
But Xiaoqing couldn't fly up the battlefield hundreds of millions of miles away from the immortal land.
The blood rain in the starry sky.
Amid the endless golden blood and broken bones, a three-inch little man sat cross-legged.
Although the Chaos Divine Body was shattered, the fairy baby in Long Xiaoshan was still there. However, the fairy baby at this time was a little dim in order to resist the body-permeable sword intent.
Losing his huge divine body, the three-inch fairy baby, who looked like a villain, seemed a little weak in front of the Flame Star Lord like a god king hanging high like the sun and the moon.
By this time, the Yanjiao Star Lord was already in control of the overall situation and was not panicked at all. He looked down at the fairy baby calmly.
Click!
The third eye between the slightly dim fairy baby's eyebrows was cracked, and endless fairy light spit out, covering his whole body. The fairy baby seemed to communicate with the chaotic heavenly way in the dark. Countless purple auras fell from the top of his head.
It quickly disappeared under his feet, and it went on and on, and the sound of the Great Dao and the Sanskrit sounds sounded in the void, eternal and distant, full of great freedom and freedom, as if it had transcended the universe and was as eternal as the way of heaven.
Hear, a dark red ferocious aura appeared on the body of the fairy baby, constantly transforming into the five-tailed leopard-shaped beast, with ferocious claws, which were obviously a terrifying knife intent that penetrated into the fairy baby's body, but in just a moment
Later, the illusory beast that was constantly falling on the body by the sky flowers gradually disappeared, and it became extremely gentle and lying at the feet of the fairy baby, like a kitten.
This incredible and magical scene made the Yankexing King's eyes shrink, and his eyes burst into an extremely greedy gaze, scanning the fairy baby in Long Xiaoshan inch by inch.
Only he knew that Devil May Cry was the spine refining of the ancient ferocious beast "Zheng", which contained the monstrous intention of Zhe. In conjunction with his sword technique, the fierce power was uncast, and he once cut a guy who had just entered the transformation of gods.
But such domineering and fierce intentions were actually tamed by the Taoist rhyme contained in the fairy baby.
"I have traveled to hundreds of star fields and millions of galaxies. Even those gods of the eternal sects have never seen them. This is definitely not a divine product, but a holy infant of the immortal product, such a power,
The barbarians who should not belong to the abandoned land like you, only the gods like me who are favored by heaven can match it. Send it, hand it over, you are a small barbarian, submit to me, and be by my side in the future
Taoist boy, when I ascend to Taoism, you can also ascend to heaven. This is your best destination.”
The more Yanjiao Xingjun said, he became more and more excited, and he grabbed the fairy baby with big hands.
The fairy baby moved and appeared thousands of miles away in an instant. However, the Flame Star Lord smiled and his palm seemed to cover the vast universe, extending infinitely. No matter how the fairy baby moved, the Flame Star Lord's huge palm always enveloped his head.
Five huge fingers pressed down like ancient mountains.
Getting closer.
The only thing left is the Dragon Small Hill, it will be pressed by the palm of the Yanjiao Star Lord.
The void suddenly became quiet, and the vast universe and thousands of stars seemed to have stopped operating at that moment, and the palm of the Flame Star Lord was also stopped operating at the same time.
His fingertips were only a few meters away from Long Xiaoshan, but only these few meters were like the Ganges River that could not be crossed.
(There is another chapter, the battle is almost over. As for Long Xiaoshan's trump card, I think you have guessed it.)