The leader of the Southern Wilderness tribe smiled evilly, and made very complicated marks with his hands. His whole body became very ethereal, but he could still feel his powerful aura that was rising steadily.
The kind of martial arts he is about to display is probably far beyond the level of peerless martial arts. Even if it does not reach the level of shocking martial arts, it cannot be underestimated. If he is trapped in action,
Yuan Zun, even if the vajra glazed body is operated to the extreme, I am afraid it will be unbearable!
"Tearing Heaven Palm!"
The immortal clone now doesn't care whether the leader of the Southern Wilderness tribe has mandala flowers in his hand. Even if he is wiped out in ashes, he can't be allowed to display this kind of ghost funeral martial arts!
The immortal clone made a huge golden palm print, and around that palm print, there was a very dense tearing power. It looked like a burning flame, but in fact it contained the power to tear everything apart!
The golden light palm print became larger and larger. Against the background of the palm print, the Nanhuang clan chief looked pitiful, just like a grain of dust in the desert. The Nanhuang Palace below was transformed under the pull of the immortal clone's martial arts palm print.
It was teetering on the edge of collapse, and finally couldn't help but collapse.
"Excellent martial arts!"
The leader of the Southern Wilderness Tribe was shocked at first, but it only lasted for a moment, then he snorted coldly, his face calmed down again, and he didn't take this palm print seriously at all!
"boom"
When the palm print was less than ten feet away from him, he suddenly showed off his martial arts, and was swallowed up by the Heaven-Tearing Palm in just one step.
After the two martial arts collided, the Sky-Shattering Palm was obviously at a disadvantage, which surprised Yuan Zun. The immortal clone tried its best to display the Desolate Sky-Shattering Palm, but it was unable to withstand the ghost's funeral!
The so-called ghost funeral is a large-scale martial arts like the pouring rain. After it is successfully spread, it is no smaller than the golden palm print! It even catches up by far, and has the potential to overwhelm the world!
Ghost Funeral kept washing the Heaven-Tearing Palm. The tearing power carried on the palm prints could tear the incomplete form of Ghost Funeral, but the martial arts quickly merged together, making it completely invisible.
There are no signs of damage.
It is just like water, it has no real form, but it cannot be truly cut off!
It was more shocking than any martial arts Yuan Zun had seen. He had never seen any martial arts that could be defeated by evil energy!
Although this person is not a real member of the Nanhuang tribe, he is countless times more powerful than the warriors with the blood of the Nanhuang tribe. In addition, with the martial arts cultivation of the eighth-level Yuyin realm, even Yuan Zun also feels a threat!
A threat from within!
The means he currently has at his disposal cannot completely eradicate the ghost funeral, and even the Great Desolate Sky Shattering Palm, which is a peerless martial art, is still unable to suppress it!
After all, the Great Desolation Sky-Shattering Palm is divided into five palms, and the Sky-Tearing Palm is just the fourth palm.
"Rumble"
Seeing the Ghost Funeral Martial Arts who broke through the golden light palm print and rushed towards the undead clone, Ye Qianqian bit her silver teeth, hurriedly scolded the Flower Language Sword, and used the Wanhua Guizong with all her strength!
However, although the Wanhua Guizong also had a large-scale martial arts, it looked very erratic and pitiful under the funeral of the ghost, like a fallen leaf in the wind, which was quickly torn to pieces on the spot.
Seeing the dark waterfall-like martial arts pouring over him, the immortal clone hurriedly slapped Ye Qianqian's smooth shoulder, shaking it away completely!
Although the immortal clone was doing it for Ye Qianqian's own good, it was so rude that there was really no other way.
He couldn't just watch Ye Qianqian and himself being destroyed into powder by this so-called ghost!
"boom"
After the sky became dull and the scorching sun was covered by the dark atmosphere, a strong air current overturned this place and turned it into a flat ground. Han Bichi and Ye Qianqian were also blown away by the strong wind and crashed directly into the previous place.
He imprisoned more than a hundred people from the Southern Wilderness tribe who were in the seventh-level Yuyin Realm.
Fortunately, these people acted as backup and did not injure her. However, Ye Qianqian, who was closer to the explosion range, was a little embarrassed. Most of her long skirt had been torn, and her two long snow-white legs were also scratched by rocks.
Wounded, miserable, and covered in blood.
And the undead clone that came into contact with the ghost's funeral had already turned into flames that filled the sky, dispersing into the void with powerful vitality.
Yuan Zun was not much better either. His entire upper body robe was torn to pieces, and the blood directly turned him into a bloody man!
If the leader of the Nanhuang Tribe is really a member of the Nanhuang Tribe, they can't waste so much effort. They can completely suppress him with the help of Han Bichi's bloodline. It only takes Yuan Zun's martial arts to make the Nanhuang Tribe leader see him.
It’s the Lord of Hell.
It's a pity that he is not a real member of the Nanhuang tribe, and he is not affected by Han Bichi's bloodline at all. Although judging from his appearance and the fluctuations emanating from his body, he is indeed a member of the Nanhuang tribe, but the Ghost tribe has this
A skill and method that can absorb the blood of others to make the fake look real!
Such an unexpected turn of events occurred. Even Yuan Zun himself did not expect that this was the most serious injury he had suffered after practicing the Vajra Glazed Body!
The color of the glaze around his body had dimmed, and his whole body was filled with a tingling feeling, as if among the thousands of needles deep in the depths, every part of his skin felt an unbearable tingling.
"I didn't expect that this kind of ghost funeral martial arts would be so powerful. Haha, I did stumble once!"
As soon as Yuan Zun spoke, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the evil energy on his body dissipated directly. Even if the immortal flame supported his physical strength and the immortal fire healed the wounds all over his body, Yuan Zun still could not support the Third Yang Mystery.
The aura fluctuations in his body dropped to the lowest point at that moment.
In order to use the method of the Three Yang Mysteries, he had already consumed half of the star energy in his Qi Sea. Now that the evil energy has dissipated, it can be said that he is at the end of his rope.
"Chichi"
With the help of the immortal fire, the wounds on Yuan Zun's body are healing quickly. However, no matter how fast the healing speed is, it cannot be faster than the speed of the Nanhuang clan leader's action!
I saw an evil energy coming out of his hand, turning into a black spear, and flying towards Yuan Zun!
This blow may be his last!
"Fuck the prophecy, I just don't believe in this evil. If I kill you here today, it will be equivalent to breaking that bullshit prophecy!"
The leader of the Nanhuang Tribe sneered, and the spear passed through Yuan Zun's heart and came directly from his back. Blood spurted out far away from the blood hole on his chest.
"Yuan Zun!"
Yuan Zun was actually stabbed in the chest by a spear! Ye Qianqian and Han Bichi's minds went blank and they shouted heartbreakingly!