Chapter 188 Divine Projection

"Looking down on you? Who are you?"

In the face of the other party's powerful questioning, Wu Pengwei was just indifferent.

"Okay, okay, you are really rampant enough."

The "Lord of Darkness" smiled angrily, and the white-bone lotus under his feet began to turn slowly, blooming a trace of pale light, tearing the void, and hiding into the air like a snake, as if the air was a water flow. The endless howls sounded, intermittently and faintly.

Within a thousand miles, it suddenly became dark, and the whole world faded, and a cold and fierce atmosphere came out.

The "Lord of Darkness" stepped away step by step, the void shook, and the heaven and the earth were shaken.

"Kid, the last time you cut my right arm was a sneak attack. I know that you have made great progress in strength recently, but the path of martial arts does not rely on brute force. It is also extremely important for the understanding and will of martial arts."

"Understanding and will of martial arts?" Wu Pengwei smiled indifferently, "There's too much nonsense. I'll win first."

The face of the "Lord of Darkness" sank, and a transparent whirlpool suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. The time and space within a thousand miles were suddenly distorted. The huge white bone lotus under his feet was instantly closed, like a back in time, constantly friction and reorganization, and finally turned into a curved knife, and the knife was heavy. There is a bloody groove, and in the hole, thousands of tragic howls continue to come out.

This knife is full of endless resentment, which can freeze the horror of people's hearts.

"My knife is called Broken Soul, which is the top treasure in the weapon of God. The killing decision can be said to be the first in the world. Boy, since you are rampant, you naturally have to pay the price."

"The Lord of Darkness" wiped the knife with his sleeve and suddenly split his face with a knife.

The void suddenly cracked, and the endless resentment passed by like a storm. The air was swallowed up, and a cold feeling came.

For a moment, Wu Pengwei only felt that he had fallen into the extremely cold sea, surrounded by infinite resentment. He rushed to himself with his teeth and claws to tear himself to pieces.

"It's just the pressure of white bones. Who are you going to scare?"

Wu Pengwei's heart is as strong as iron. How can he be shocked by this white bone aura? With his fingers and bullets, several stars and swords flew out, wrapped around the dragon, leading his neck to roar, and immediately suppressed these wailings.

Not only that, these golden dragons spewed dark golden flames all over their bodies, which were fierce and hot, and even the cold atmosphere that could condense people's hearts swept away.

"Dark Chen, your aura is just like this. Come and pick me up and have a try."

Wu Pengwei stepped out in one step, and the four fields suddenly fell silent. Then the world swirled, and a vigorous force spread from the void. A small black spot appeared at the end of the void above Wu Pengwei's head. The wind rose and covered the sky and the sun in a blink of an eye.

is an ancient star map.

The star map falls into the sky and closes the two together. It is seamless. Within a radius of a kilometer, it presents a vast sea of stars, in which countless heads-sized stars rotate up and down, slowly along an ancient law.

Between the rotation, there is an irresistible great will to break everything and smash everything.

"The way of the stars."

The "Lord of Darkness" was shocked. He glanced at it slightly and found that there were only 108 stars in the star map, and his heart moved slightly. It was rumored that there were tens of millions of stars in the ancient map of the eternal Lord of the past.

"It's just some fur. Why are you afraid of him?"

The "Lord of Darkness" made up his mind, and the infinite white bone gas came out again and slapped it with one palm.

"The eighteenth weight of the prison, the white bone palm of Yan Luo."

The palm of the "Lord of Darkness" suddenly turned into a huge peak superimposed with white bones. The peak is like a pagoda, with 18 layers of spacing. Each layer is buried with countless small creatures, including giants, beasts, and Shura-like creatures. There are different weights, but a whole eighteen layers.

Under this mountain, there is a strange man with an iron pen in his hand, blue skin and eyes, and a purple and golden robe. He is extremely majestic and cold.

"Hmm, it's good to come."

Wu Pengwei shouted in a low voice, and the ancient picture of the stars suddenly turned quickly.

At this moment, the "Lord of Darkness" suddenly felt that his palm was stagnant and stopped uncontrollably, as if the huge stars in the sky were pressing, and the qi and blood were sinking.

"The greedy wolf swallows the world"

Wu Pengwei split his palm. In the ancient map of the stars, a dark red star suddenly jumped out and overlapped with his palm, like a huge sword split in the air, which was unparalleled.

The white bone palm of Yan Luo, the "Lord of Dark Chen", was suddenly defeated, and even he himself retreated and did not dare to block the power of this palm.

"Puppy, you bully me too much."

"The Lord of Dark Chen" shouted, and his snow-like silvery hair rose upside down. His roots were like thorns, and his palms were fighting. A breath of white bones rose to the sky. A huge opening was torn out of the void above his head. A mountain peak loomed in the mouth, overlapping 18 floors, like the power contained in the previous palm of the "Lord of Darkness". Prison.

Rumor has it that the place to suppress all ghosts is the prison.

Under the mountain, there is a huge and unimaginable white bone palm.

"Congratulations to Yan Luo."

The voice of "Lord of Darkness" is low, like a fierce beast roaring.

"Who is calling me? Who is calling me? Who is calling me?

The majestic voice came from the end of the void. The white-bone giant palm suddenly held the majestic prison on it, and the peak rose straight up, and the white-bone palm poked out of the mouth.

Holding an iron pen in his hand, he has blue skin and eyes, he is dressed in a dark gold robe, and there is a golden giant ao under his feet, standing above the heaven and earth, hundreds of meters tall.

As soon as this strange martial arts appeared, the operation of the whole ancient star map stopped.

"Yan Luo, kill this boy for me. After it's done, I'm willing to offer 100,000 ghosts."

"The Lord of Darkness" roared loudly, and the martial god "Yan Luo", who stood up heaven and earth, suddenly moved and shouted, "100,000 ghosts, I want boys and girls, old, weak, sick and disabled, I don't want it at all."

"All depends on you, all depends on you, crush his head, everything depends on you." The Lord of Dark Chen hurriedly agreed that as long as he could kill Wu Pengwei, not to mention 100,000 ghosts, he was also willing to offer millions of ghosts.

Yan Luo's fist opened the world.

Just the aftermath of the fist stirred Wu Pengwei's hand like a sword into a aftermath.

Wu Pengwei frowned, and the star aura was under pressure again. 108 stars were running at the same time, with a strong momentum, trying to stop the fist of this god of killing for a moment.

It's just that the giant's fist was like thunder, moving forward like a wave, and more than a dozen star shadows were smashed into pieces.

"Haha, boy, do you know that this 'Yanluo' god is the most powerful and domineering among the martial arts gods, which is enough to overturn this star. You are just a vulgar, how can you stop it, haha..."

"The Lord of Darkness" was complacent and laughed loudly.

At this time, Wu Pengwei's face was still indifferent, and he still used the remaining star shadow to resist the "Yanluo" giant, constantly reorganizing and impacting.

"Stars are as obscure"

"Breaking the army is shocked"

"Spin the four directions"

"Great Destruction Swordsmanship"

But all the unique skills that Wu Pengwei is familiar with attack the king of "Yanluo" at this moment like a continuous spring water.

The fist of "Yan Luo" was like a huge wheel moving forward against the wind, splitting the continuous offensive like a storm, without a trace of pause, and directly bombarded Wu Pengwei's head.

"Haha, boy, you're dead..." "The Lord of Darkness" looked up and laughed, and his voice was almost crazy. He was a man in the big world of mind, but he was suppressed by a little guy in the trial star. He was at a downfall. This anger can't come out of anger. Why does he think he be a human?

But within a distance of less than five meters from Wu Pengwei's head, "Yan Luo" face twisted and suddenly stopped.

"Yan Luo, why did you stop? You..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the "Lord of Darkness" suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at all this in front of him in disbelief.

A vertical blood line appears on the face of "Yan Luo". At the end of the blood line is a rusty blade.

At this time, "Yan Luo" looked painful, roared, and grasped the blade.

"Who attacked me?"

He held the blade in his hand and was about to pull it out, but at this moment, another cold light flashed.

The upper body and legs of "Yan Luo" were separated, and a rusty knife passed by, bringing out the last dark red blood beads.

And the body of "Yanluo" in mid-air suddenly separated and turned into two halves.

"No..."

The roar of "Yan Luo" shocked the world, and the lingering sound finally dissipated into a piece of light.

"How, how could it be like this..."

The "Lord of Dark Times" whispered, and he was in a mess for a while. In the depths of his pupils, he showed a lonely and single figure that was not a big one.

Grey robe, dark armor, mottled and rusty sword in hand, suspended alone between the ancient maps of the stars.

"Zero" is like the legendary god of death. At the moment of appearance, there will always be an infinite spirit of killing.

"Puff..."

The "Lord of Dark Chen" suddenly spewed out a mouthful of pale blood. After reaching the realm of the god of war, everyone's blood will be completely different, and the power of their own qi and blood will be transformed and derived from each other, with different colors.

The "Wu Ling God" was destroyed, and the "Lord of Darkness" was immediately seriously injured.

"As I said before, you are a tragedy. Why are you always in a hurry to die?"

Wu Pengwei's figure flashed in front of the "Lord of Darkness". Behind him, there was an ancient picture of stars that regenerated like a vast starry sky. Under the huge pressure of stars, the "Lord of Darkness" even felt that he could not produce any power and was difficult to move.

He felt like a frog, falling at the bottom of a deep well, covered by a boulder above his head. Once the boulder fell, he would die.

The ancient picture of the stars is a deep well, and the puppy I despised in the past is the boulder that covers the vitality.

"Huh, tragedy?" The Lord of Darkness suddenly laughed at himself, and a ferocious look flashed in his eyes. "It's not known who died."

After a word fell, there was a strange sound outside the world.

Then, a vast and unparalleled force immediately tore the star aura into pieces under the empty cover.

In the void, the immovable statue of the demon god suddenly moved.

The world is silvery white.