Tun Tian spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his fangs all burst into pieces. Then his huge figure collapsed like a mountain, and was blown dozens of feet away with a punch.
A tall figure covered in blood slowly stood up from the pool of blood, with a sinister smile on his face stained red by blood, and pulled out the fangs that had pierced his chest deeply.
The eyes of the ancestor of the Mu family were like ink stains smeared in water, and were gradually covered with black.
Tuntian hit his head at the foot of Calabash Peak, causing rocks to shatter and dust to rise.
On the other hand, the ancestor of the Mu family felt equally uncomfortable. Only the last two arms that had not been severed were left, and his left hand was pierced by a sharp dagger-like fang, which was better than nothing.
"You little beast, you dare to swallow even a martial artist of the Ming King Realm. I will first remove your mouth full of teeth so that you can remember it."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped on the ground with his bare feet. The ancestor of the Mu family moved. Where he had stopped before, there was a sudden explosion and yellow smoke filled the air. Then there were continuous similar sounds!
The old man used only one arm to dance the exaggerated large heavy sword like a flying dragon. The black sword energy was like a strong wind passing by, or like the dorsal fin of a giant shark in the deep sea emerging from the sea.
Wherever he went, the mountains and the ground cracked, and even the thunder and lightning in the dark clouds in the sky were pulled by this unreasonable and domineering sword energy.
Just as Tun Tian was about to stand up, he was swallowed up by thousands of sword energy. With a whimper, he was hit by the sudden explosion of wind and fell into the soil.
The dazzling white light lasted for twenty-two breaths, and finally lit up a fleeting white line between heaven and earth.
A deep pit appeared where Tuntian had fallen. In the pit, criss-crossing sword energies cut the earth into chaos.
The smoke was billowing, and the old man in ragged clothes could fly for a long distance by tiptoeing lightly. Finally, he landed firmly on the edge of the huge pit and stared into the pit.
In the dark pit, a starlight lit up.
In an instant, Tuntian jumped up from the pit, opened his mouth, and a golden flame spurted out.
The old man threw away the giant sword he carried with him, and with the fierce flames, he punched Tuntian's huge head so hard that it fell to the ground. Then came the heavy hammers like a storm, one after another, hitting all parts of Tuntian's body.
He suddenly realized something was wrong. The flames blown away by his fists turned into scattered weak sparks. Occasionally, one fell on him, and in an instant, clusters of blue flames ignited on his body.
The ancestor of the Mu family covered his face with his hands in fear, as if he was suffering from great pain, but soon, the rapidly spreading fire burned the flesh and blood above his arms to a scorched black.
"Is this...karma fire?" He murmured in disbelief.
According to Buddhism, bad karma harms the body like fire. There are also rumors that it is the fire that burns evil people in the underworld. If evil thoughts are not extinguished, the fire of karma will not be extinguished.
Tuntian raised his head with difficulty and grinned as if he was laughing at the incompetence of the ancestor of the Mu family.
The ancestor was furious, cursing and struggling to move forward. The skin and flesh burned to black carbon kept falling to the ground, making the sound of broken porcelain.
"Use the heaven and earth as the furnace, and the soul as the fire." The old man shouted angrily, as if giving orders to the heaven and earth.
Then he clasped his palms together, and a continuous explosion sounded.
In the Mawei Tomb, hundreds of ghosts seemed to be caught by an invisible giant net from all directions, wailing, crying, and cursing one after another.
In the end, thousands of ghosts like fireflies were grasped in his hand, he laughed miserably, his five fingers were like iron hooks and exerted slight force, and the miserable wails suddenly stopped.
The ancestor of the Mu family opened his mouth wide, threw the thousands of ghosts that were crushed into meatballs into his mouth, chewed them hard, and the vaguely humanoid ghosts flew out of his mouth, and he stuffed them back into his mouth roughly with his hands.
After doing all this, the ancestor of the Mu family burped, and the intensity of the karma fire on his upper body finally diminished slightly. A trace of dark red blood appeared on the white bones of his arms, which had fallen off from flesh and blood, and began to show miraculous signs like white bones giving birth to flesh.
"You evil beast, you are so cunning, you actually thought of using karma fire to limit my cultivation." With green flames all over his body, he grabbed the head of Tun Tian who was lying on the ground and hung it in front of him.
He stared at Tuntian, and suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his head, and a breath of the ancient world emerged from the depths of his memory. The figure of the wild giant beast that crawled on the Nine Provinces and ate up the three broken continents in one breath, and the figure in front of him.
This one gradually overlaps.
"It's you...it's actually you!" The ancestor of the Mu family took a breath of cold air, his expression changing from fear to confusion to resentment.
The shocking scars on his back began to ooze blood.
"The sky has eyes! Let me, Mu Ji, kill this big monster like you with my own hands!" He waved his hand, and the heavy sword left behind appeared in his hand as if inspired by his thoughts.
The cold sword light reflected on Tuntian's face, and he slowly closed his eyes.
The coldness on the old man's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and the long sword, pressed against Tuntian's neck, could not penetrate even half of it.
The green fire of karma cannot be extinguished for a long time. It uses the spiritual energy in his Qi Palace as lamp oil and continuously burns his soul. Whenever he wants to condense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the karmic fire follows the breath and enters the heart orifices and lungs.
Then came the heartbreaking pain.
"Even if my cultivation is burdened by this karma and only stays in the fifth realm of martial arts, killing you is more than enough." He endured the great pain in his heart and took a deep breath.
When he exhales, green sparks pop out of his mouth.
The heavy sword was wrapped in a layer of black murderous aura, roaring like a vicious python, piercing straight towards the sky.
At the critical moment, a flash of white rainbow descended from the tip of the sword. The red sword was lifted up and struck three inches from the edge of the heavy sword, sending it flying.
The young man didn't give up and let the long sword in his hand spin and fall behind him. His steps were so fast and fierce that he actually brought up white afterimages.
A heavy punch was thrown out, originally intended to hit the old man's face, but the ancestor of the Mu family was tall, and the punch accidentally hit his chest.
The ancestor of the Mu family saw that the young man's fist was covered with a glimmer of jade-like light for some reason. Out of curiosity, he wanted to test his depth, so he took the punch without moving.
A moment later, there was a bone-gnawing pain at the dragon's spine on his back, as if this inexplicable fist was cutting flesh with a dull knife. For an old immortal like him who only had the ghost left, it was quite painful.
Unbearable.
The ancestor of the Mu family snorted softly and cursed: "Boy, don't think that I can do anything without the sword. Back then, my boxing skills were known to everyone in the Nine Provinces."
Xia Ze ignored him, held the sun with both hands, and blasted out a fierce air ball from his palms, killing the old man.
The man opposite sneered, not wanting the karma fire on his body to expand again at this moment. Not daring to underestimate the enemy, he stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and a three-foot-high earth wall rose from the ground, eliminating all Xia Ze's aura.
Mu Ji was like a wild bull, breaking through the earth wall by himself, and struck out with this powerful palm, which was like a slap in the face of Xia Ze mixed with the wails of thousands of resentful ghosts.
In a hurry, Xia Ze, who should have been retreating continuously, retreated instead of advancing. The white robe on his body shone brighter, and he gave out a hard blow.
The two palms shook each other heavily, the wind and rain suddenly changed, and the rocks collapsed.
After a while, the old man's facial bones were shattered, and the young man in white took a full twenty or thirty steps on his hind legs before slowly regaining his balance.
Tuntian smelled his master's breath, slowly opened his eyes, and roared with joy for a moment.
Xia Ze slowly knelt down and touched Tuntian's forehead. As he touched it, the fist of his other hand could not help but clenched.
Tuntian blinked and opened his mouth. Thick blood flowed down his mouth. The originally mighty fangs were broken into uneven pieces...
"I'm sorry, Xiaotuntian. It's my fault. I shouldn't have had my own way. You have suffered."
When Tuntian heard these words, he shook his head and whimpered. Finally, his body shape changed and he turned into the original black kitten. He was held in Xia Ze's arms. Finally, his head shrank and disappeared into Xia Ze's dantian.
not see.
The ancestor of the Mu family had a sinister smile on his face and was about to speak when he saw Xia Ze's body shake and split into three white afterimages.
"Is this a trick?" He smiled, "The first two attacks are just feints, and the latter ones are the big show, right?"
Xia Ze, who was the first to kill, was not wearing the fluttering white robe, but looked like the swarthy young man from the small town before inheriting Taiyi to save Ku Tianzun. He was seen tiptoeing, whirling into the air, and kicking on the front door of Mu Ji.
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With a click, Mu Ji's neck broke quietly, and his heart was shocked: "How is this possible?"
The first figure dissipated, followed by Xia Ze, who was holding the Lihuo Bahuang Sword. He swung his sword in a circle. Two completely different spiritual energies and sword energies intertwined and slashed at Mu Ji's resisting arm.
The second figure displayed a sword and swung the long sword back. The last figure, as strong as a dragon, pressed one palm on the flying Lihuo Bahuang Sword, soared up, and fell from the sky.
What seems like an ordinary punch actually hides the mellow punch refined by divine will and Xia Ze.
The ancestor of the Mu family was in pain, and in a daze, he spat out a mouth full of broken teeth. Xia Ze, who was floating in the air, raised his knees and struck with a powerful and heavy attack, wrapped in the silver light of divine will.
If you interrupt my Tuntian's mouth full of fangs, then I, Xia Ze, will beat you up and leave you with teeth all over the floor!
Mu Ji quickly recovered from the dizziness caused by the heavy blow. He pressed down with his huge palm, and the blow was deflected calmly. He blocked Xia Ze's heavy hammer with his other hand and held it tightly.
The two of them were so in sync with each other that they roared in unison and shook their heads with each other!
There was a clear sound of bone cracking in the old man's forehead, and it collapsed slightly, like a drunken man, swaying, and finally fell to the ground like a collapsed mountain.
Xia Ze's condition was better. He just shook his head and stepped back to keep distance.
The old man who suffered severe injuries stood up calmly after a moment and walked straight towards Xia Ze.
The silver bracelet in Mu Tao's hand was split into three, tightly locking Song Xi, Li You, and Fu Qi who were in a coma.
She looked at the 'one god and one ghost' who was welding in the distance using martial arts techniques, with an anxious look on her face.
Not far away, the red cassock was still floating in the air, and there was still a steady stream of red silk threads, intertwined with needles and threads.