Between heaven and earth, the war breaks out again, and it becomes increasingly fierce and terrifying.
Under the long sky, there are thousands of rays of light and thousands of auspicious colors.
Tigers roar and dragons roar.
The gun shines brightly.
Divine chain detention.
The sound of the Tao comes to the dust.
The realms of countless holy kings opened up, causing the void to burst and illuminating the mountains and rivers.
Such a war is very understandable.
Suddenly, Song Hanshan, who was surrounded and killed in the middle, let out a long roar, like an overlord of heaven and earth suddenly descending into the world. The latter's whole body was seen to be glowing, and his figure was tens of feet tall, and his whole body was filled with the color of tempered gold.
With one punch and one kick, mountains and rivers are shaken, and the dead are destroyed.
Lin Huang looked at Song Changling's suddenly stronger body, and his expression changed, "This is... the Bahuang Suppressing Demonic Body!"
Not only was Lin Huang shocked, but several other people on the battlefield were also in disbelief. They did not expect that Song Hanshan still had a few tricks left and could wear the holy body.
Bahuang suppresses the demonic body!
As soon as the holy body came out, Song Hanshan was like an invincible overlord, evolving the world with his body and overpowering the world. With one punch and one kick, he suppressed Ge Shujian and Hua Po Po.
Then, Song Hanshan struck at Nan Tang Eleven with a punch as strong as a mountain.
"Burn the world!"
Southern Tang Dynasty Eleven looked calmly at Song Hanshan who was coming to kill him. His arms and sleeves were like flags, and when he waved them, the fire around him surged into the sky, forming an endless sea of karma fire.
A clanging sound.
In the sea of karma that fills the sky, a phoenix sings.
The sky's rays illuminated the world, and the fire-bathing phoenix, which was a hundred feet long, was equipped with the power of nirvana and reincarnation, and rushed towards the Eight Wastelands Suppressing Demon Body in Song Han Mountain.
Looking at the sudden appearance of the phoenix in the sky, Lin Huang frowned and fell into deep thought.
boom.
There was a shocking loud noise in the void.
I saw Song Hanshan, who was wearing the Demonic Body of Bahuang Suppressor, colliding with the Fire Phoenix. The mountains and rivers were immediately turbulent, and thousands of rays of light shot out, piercing everyone's eyes.
"It is indeed the innate magical power of the Southern Tang family, but if you want to stop me, your Southern Tang Phoenix family's world-burning technique won't work!"
In the void, Song Hanshan laughed loudly, and the almost shattered Bahuang Suppression Demon Body reunited again, staring down at Nan Tang Eleven, "Unless Nan Tang Zhi, or someone called him Huang Xuanzhi comes in person. Or...
Only the legendary Huang Lingsha from the Huang Clan who understood the Taixuan Nirvana Sutra appeared and was able to fight with this king!"
"Really?"
Nan Tang Eleven's expression remained unchanged. He was in the sea of fire, staring coldly at Song Hanshan high in the sky, and softly uttered with his thin lips: "Return from Nirvana!"
As the words fell, the Baizhang Phoenix, which originally collided with Song Hanshan and died, let out a roar again. It returned from the endless sea of karma fire, bathed in blood, and its breath climbed upwards.
"Let me see how strong the Holy King Song Hanshan is on the legendary list!"
In an instant, the phoenix in the void roared loudly, carrying the monstrous flames, and killed Song Hanshan again.
Song Hanshan's eyes were focused, and he moved forward to fight.
Boom boom.
Between heaven and earth, a terrifying collision occurs again. It has no skills or any fancy. Only the most primitive and barbaric force strikes one place.
Between the vast sky and the earth, the light radiates thousands of feet.
After the collision, Song Hanshan's body was cracked and he vomited blood from the corner of his mouth.
However, his eyes were still sharp, and the look on his brows was still conceited. Wearing the broken Bahuang Demon Suppressing Body, he slowly stepped into the battlefield, his fighting spirit becoming more and more terrifying.
And in the monstrous sea of fire, there was a roar.
Just as Nan Tang Eleven waved his hand, the boundless flames boiled and gradually turned purple. The terrifying burning power spread out, and even the void made a popping sound and was incinerated by it.
In the vast sea of fire, a phoenix appeared again.
It's only about ten feet in size.
However, its whole body was surrounded by soaring purple flames. The moment it appeared, Song Hanshan was stopped in his tracks.
In the void, Lin Huang stroked his belly with one hand. He had long since stopped caring about the true origin of the Shadow Family of Nan Tang, and was instead staring closely at the battle in the void.
The battle of the Holy King was not something that a small Wuhou like him could watch.
This will affect the warrior's state of mind.
It can range from turmoil in one's mind to turbulence in one's mind, and can lead to obsession in severe cases.
But he must see it.
Because his chance of survival lies in this battle. He cannot miss a single bit, and he must deduce the direction of the entire battle.
In the void, Nan Tang Shiyi and Song Hanshan were fighting again.
Ge Shujian, Granny Hua, and people from the three sects and six mansions also joined the battle, either rushing away with spears in hand, or forming a large formation to seal off the world.
A big war intensified.
Just the outpouring of aftermath almost wiped out the entire Baizhan City.
Lin Huang covered his stomach with his hands, his eyes fixed on the battlefield. He kept breathing and breathing, as if to calm himself down, like a seasoned hunter, waiting for an opportunity.
That opportunity may not come until the end of the war.
But he must wait.
In the void, Song Hanshan was dressed in misty white clothes, but like an invincible overlord, he punched Granny Hua, Pei Xiufu, Lu Donghuang and others with one punch.
On the 11th of the Southern Tang Dynasty, he formed a seal at the back, and the sea of fire around him gradually changed from purple to gold.
In the sea of fire, there seems to be a power to destroy the world gathering.
Lin Huang's eyes narrowed, "That's it now!"
As he spoke, Lin Huang moved his palm slightly, took out a thunder ball from the mysterious sea, and threw it towards the center of the battlefield.
…
In the void, Song Hanshan was wearing a holy body, like a peerless warrior who could dominate all directions. With one punch, he was like an overlord shattering the world. He directly blasted Granny Hua, Pei Xiufu and Lu Donghuang away.
Just when the three of them were flying backwards, a thunder ball appeared on the battlefield.
Appeared in front of Song Hanshan.
Song Hanshan waved his palm smoothly, but before it fell, his expression changed drastically. Looking at the dark thunder ball in front of him, which was no bigger than a fist, he suddenly felt the approach of death.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and withdrew his palm, but it was already too late...
In just an instant, the thunderball exploded.
It looks like it will explode without causing any harm.
boom!
Boom boom!
boom!!
The vast world, just for a moment when the thunder ball exploded, was covered by endless dark ink thunder, filled with the aura of destruction that killed the Holy King.
Thousands of feet away, Lin Huang looked at the sea of thunder sweeping out. It was crushing all directions with its devastating power, just like clay sculptures and wood sculptures.
During the battle, the eyes of the Holy Kings of the Three Sects and Six Houses were about to burst. When they saw the thunderball explode, they had already started to flee.
But at the moment when the sea of thunder swept across, they died.
Even a great martial saint of the generation, when faced with the terrifying sea of thunder, was like a group of tiny ants, dying instantly and turning his body into powder.
Even the golden sea of fire on the 11th day of the Southern Tang Dynasty was extinguished instantly under the pressure of the dark sea of thunder.
Outside the battlefield, there were clay and wood sculptures in the forest for a long time.
It turned out that... the dark sea of thunder that Qin Changsheng was strolling around in the past actually had such terrifying power, and was even more powerful than he imagined.
Song Hanshan, who was at the center of the thunder ball explosion, had already been submerged by the endless sea of thunder.