Chapter 338 Styx Battle Accurate, Kunpeng Battle

"The industry is burning!" The red lotus at the foot of the ancestor of the Styx River suddenly rose a hundred miles, just like a world, which actually shrouded the reception and quasi-up, and the endless industry burned, making everyone retreat one after another and withdraw from the Fusang Fairy Hall.

Although the corpse has been beheaded, one has cut off the evil corpse and become a demon bodhi, and the other has cut the good corpse to become a receiving monk, but in their bodies, their karma is extremely strong. As soon as they touch the flame, they suddenly burn, so that their yuan gods are roasted by karma fire.

"The Great Dream Sutra, any pain and suffering is a dream, and everything dissipates when you wake up!" Zhun raised his face with a smile, as if he had a good dream and let the kahuo burn. At this time, after the karma entered his body, it disappeared, as if he had been sucked into a mysterious world.

"The heart has bliss, and all external pain is just tempered. Amitabha is good!" The face was sad and bitter, but there was a feeling of extreme happiness covering the whole body, leading the divine monk to appear at the gate of the world of bliss. With a divine move, the karma fire entered the world of bliss one after another.

"Kill!" The ancestor of the Styx immediately took back the red lotus and guarded his whole body. The sword of Abi Yuantu behind him came out of its sheath and carried a rolling attack to Zhun. "Kunpeng Taoist friend, when will you wait if you don't take action? They are all people who have the inner world. As long as you devours their inner world, how powerful source can they provide you at that time?

When Kunpeng heard this, he immediately made up his mind and turned into Kunpeng's body, cut through the space and swallowed it.

Boom......

The Fusang Fairy Hall was broken and turned into a shadow all over the sky. The bodies of all the strong appeared outside the flood. Without the Fusang Fairy Hall to cover the sky, their hearts suddenly became clear and they had something in their hearts.

Standing together, like the gods descending to the earth, which is extremely sacred. That temperament makes all sentient beings worship, and even some creatures kneel down one after another, and the shadow ofzhun ti and introduction has been branded in their hearts.

The ancestor of the Ming River and Kunpeng, one is like an ancient killing demon, with blood, and the other is like an ancient fierce beast, with awe-blooded spirit. In the hearts of demon practitioners, the ancestor of the Ming River is their idol. In the hearts of many demon clans, Kunpeng is their demon master.

The spirit of the four elephants and the twelve branches also stood in the air. Looking at the battle between Zhuti and others, the rosefinch said, "Dead Master, where has he gone? Brother Xuanwu, what should we do?

"Sister Rosefinch, don't speak ill of the master, let's wait and see what happens! Watching the battle of the strong, we will also gain something!" Xuanwu.

When it comes to combat experience, only Xuanwu is the richest. He was originally a giant in the East China Sea. When he went to Beiming, he didn't know how many sea beasts he killed. In Beiming, he also fought with the strong in order to dominate his own territory.

Other brothers, except for the twelve branches, green dragons, rosefinch and white tigers do not have much combat experience. As soon as they wake up, they practice their own way of stars until they integrate into the Four Elephant Star Palace.

"You all leave, go back and prepare for the most powerful disaster that belongs to us. If you can't get over it this time, you will all be destroyed in the long river of history!" Huang Xiaoyao's voice suddenly sounded in the mind of the spirit of the four elephants and the twelve branches.

"Ah! Master, you are so powerful, what kind of disaster can threaten us? Do you want to leave us again? The rosefinch does not believe.

"Little sparrow, I'm not kidding. After a very long time in the future, I will become an ant. Go back and discuss with Kunwu about it and arrange a large array of tunnels with Zhou Tianxingchen. Only when there is a day of trouble can I save my life!" Huang Xiaoyao said seriously.

"It's the master!" When the disciples heard Huang Xiaoyao's words, they immediately flew away.

"The general situation of Xuanmen is unstoppable, but I can slow down its development. Let's fight fiercely!" Huang Xiaoyao said that his spiritual power field enveloped the ancestor of the Styx River and affected the mind of the ancestor of the Styx River with negative power and made him crazy.

Suddenly, Huang Xiaoyao found himself like a moth, eating the way of the flood and famine. This feeling was very bad. He vowed to change this state and change this position. He would turn Hongjun into a worm of the flood and famine, and he was the person who removed insects on behalf of the flood and famine.

This is also a matter of helpless. For a long time, Huang Xiaoyao has been working very hard and has been fighting against fate, so that he has an ancient free demon. However, Hongjun is a person who practices Xuanqing Tiandao and the first person to calculate chaos in ancient times. Only he knows how big the chessboard he plays, but Huang Xiaoyao is a person of future generations. Occasionally, he got the inheritance of a chaotic swallowing rat, trembling all the way, constantly solving the layers of mysteries of the flood and famine, standing opposite the first saint of the flood and famine.

So far, even if Huang Xiaoyao has to die, he will not leave any regrets, but leaving no regrets does not mean that he will not fight. He will fight and fight desperately to make his position the strongest man in the flood and famine, rather than the person who is now doing whatever he can to fight against Xuanmen.

Is it pathetic? Huang Xiaoyao didn't feel that all he had in his heart was tragic.

Now the disciples of Xuanmen have beheaded corpses one after another, which has heralded the rise of Xuanmen, and each disciple has Hongjun's eyes. Huang Xiaoyao can't kill them one by one. Even if he can kill them one by one, Hongjun can find other disciples to accept the position of saints.

Therefore, what Huang Xiaoyao needs to do is to differentiate and divide the power of Tiandao, so that Xuanmen occupies a smaller and smaller position in Tiandao and has less and less impact on heaven and earth.

This is also what he got after he realized the dragon Tiandao and Kirin Tiandao some time ago. The more strong people compete for Tiandao in the world, the stronger the Tiandao is, which also means that Tiandao has differentiated more power.

The power of heaven and earth, the spirit of the four elephants and the twelve earth branches are his disciples. Kunwu is his subordinates, and the twelve ancestor witches have also entered the tunnel. The origin of Zhenyuanzi's earth fetal membrane has been integrated into the immortal throne. The minister will open up a book of humanity and the pen of humanity for him to condense the fruits of humanity. King Kirin bet with him that he wants to establish Kirin Tianting, the Dragon King of the Four Seas was also subdued by him.

Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, Huang Xiaoyao have planted the seeds of the way of the Heavenly Emperor in their hearts. It is impossible to completely enter Xuanmen, and they can find a way to trap him. Hongyun Taoist has a relationship with Zhen Yuanzi or Hongjun's future calculations for him, which can be encircled in him. The goddess of creation is Nuwa's obsession and has her own. The will of Xuankong, the way of creation is comparable to Hongjun's Xuanqing Tiandao. She also entered Hongjun's door just to kill corpses, not to mention that her own woman; and today's Eastern princes and West Kunlun can become their own allies.

The only thing that is impossible to win over is Sanqing, which is allowed to raise and lead, and Kunpeng has great hatred for himself. In ancient times, he was deprived of his devouring power, and it is impossible to become his own ally, the ancestor of the Styx River, depending on his future choices.

The Sea of Dark Blood is a big treasure. If the ancestor of the Styx River can become his subordinates, he can mention him well and let his sea of Dark Blood become the underworld, and 18 layers of hell can be controlled by him.

But now, the ancestor of the Styx is obviously ambitious. He wants to control the blood Taiji and become the blood ancestor. At that time, his blood god can cross the flood.

Blood Taiji is the heart of the ancestor of the Styx River and his road. Now that Huang Xiaoyao wants to rob his way, it must be an endless situation.

This is the world of the law of the jungle. There is no right or wrong. Just as the ancestor of the Styx included Huang Xiaoyao into the blood Taiji and wanted to get everything for him, Huang Xiaoyao also wanted to get the dark sea of blood.

Boom...

Another roar, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the struggle between the ancestors of the Styx River and others became more and more intense, making all sentient beings feel the power of destroying heaven and earth.

"If you practice the Netherworld and Blood, let you see what is the real demon! Bodhi flowers bloom, and the world is full of magic! Give me the sea of blood in the future!" According to the road, his expression changed from dreamy to real, and even more evil, and the world turned into pure black, which was the color of magic.

Bodhi was originally a Taoist tree. In ancient times, there was a poem saying: Bodhi was not a tree, and the mirror was not a platform. There was nothing, where to cause dust! It tells the story that color is empty and the road of color.

However, behind the quasi-tied mention is a pure black bodhi tree, which makes people fall into the devil's way at a glance. However, there is a Buddha's compassion in the devil, which is extremely strange.

Boom... The hand of the devil collides with the sword of Abi Yuantu, shaking the heaven and earth, and the magic spirit invades the earth and turns black. This is the battle between the devil and the evil.

A mysterious light flashed, and I saw that the hands of the ancestor of the Styx River were empty, and his face turned into his original look, and the magic gas was gone.

"Abi Yuantu, the sword of killing Tao, thank you, Taoist friends!" He said with a smile.

Andyin the other side, combined with the power of the early power of the quasi-Saint and the power of the world of Bliss, but it is evenly matched with Kunpeng. Kunpeng cultivates the magic power of space. The higher his cultivation, the stronger it will be. Coupled with the power of his inner world, he is not afraid of cutting a corpse.

"Shameless accurate, return my sword, the way of blood god, infinite blood god son!" The ancestor of the Styx finally used his most powerful magic power. A shadow of the dark sea of blood appeared at his feet, and the blood-rolling spirit rushed to the sky. The ancestor of the Styx had long blood and long hair flying, extremely arrogant, like the ancient blood god.

Wow... The sound of breaking the sky came, and countless blood-colored blood gods were like blood locusts, lifting and receiving them. They opened their teeth and claws to gnaw the body of the quasi-up and receiving. They used blood control magic power one by one, making the receiving and quasi-picking blood boil, and they were about to get out of their bodies.

The people present looked sideways one after another and were extremely surprised. They thought that the ancestor of the Styx River was worthy of being the lord of the dark sea of blood. The immortality of the Styx River is not a joke. This blood god is actually his split. So, isn't this Minghe ancestor an infinite split?

"Brother, be careful and attract the gods!" After a move, the Buddha's spirit suddenly became so powerful that he destroyed the infinite blood god son.

"A dream is like a dream!" A mysterious artistic conception shrouded on the spot, and the sky and the earth turned into a dreamlike scene. In this scene, there were countless creatures, all mortals without any power, and all the blood gods fell into this dream and turned into blood fog.