Chapter 52 The golden spirit soared

The black air surges in the woods and has been completely isolated from the outside world!

The eye-catching triangular black flag is ringing in mid-air, and the inexplicable breath flows, and a dark atmosphere falls down, making this place more and more gloomy and horrible.

The ghost laughed loudly, as if the thing to be done had been completed.

He turned into a dark streamer and flew away, and the speed was amazingly fast. The red light on his hands collapsed. With the split of the palm knife, it turned into a blood-red arc blade and flew out, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood.

"Ah!" Ying Yu suddenly roared, his voice was surging, deafening, and a golden breath rose to his body.

Ying Yu didn't understand what the golden font in the jade pendant had. He only knew that in the current crisis, he could only absorb the golden characters in the jade pendant and briefly improve his strength to meet the difficulties.

Huge power filled his body, like a river breaking the bank, and the water filled any inch of his body!

The surging power broke out, and his whole body seemed to have been dyed gold. His silver-white long coat was shining with gold, his body was shining, and his long hair roots were full of golden light, as if he had just come out of the scorching sun. The image was extremely amazing.

At this moment, he felt a powerful force stirred up the storm in his body, and the unprecedented feeling made him feel unhappiness.

In order to deal with the Nether Envoy, he did not save the golden words, and directly promoted his cultivation to the realm of Taoism for a short time!

He knew that the cultivation of the Nether Envoy was at least in this realm, so he raised himself to the same level and dared not neglect it.

He waved his hand and hit a magnificent magic fist full of golden light, which was majestic in all directions and easily resolved the attack of the underworld. At the same time, he stepped forward with cold eyes to make the underworld look good.

Forced him to use a lot of golden words, how can he put up with this?

"Boom!" Haoran's magic fist suddenly burst out, and the golden light was dazzling, forcing the dark breath around him away.

He highlighted his tricks, caught the underworld unprepared, and withdrew awkwardly.

"What's going on! What's going on?" The underworld roared in surprise and withdrew from a large distance in a row.

He couldn't imagine that an opponent who could be kneaded casually became a master of cultivation strength than his, and hit him awkwardly as soon as he took action.

The brilliance of the divine fist is golden and white, like the rising sun in the east, like a slow solid block. The take-off transfer is completely under the pressure of the underworld, and the brilliant light illuminates the whole forest.

"Have you been hiding your strength before?" The underworld shouted that it might be normal.

"You don't care what I do! Anyway, your purpose can't be achieved. Ying Yu sneered.

He waved his magnificent fists, which were stacked one after another, more surging than the waves, and the whole surroundings were replaced by the golden brilliance.

"Don't think that you can beat the envoy!" The underworld raised his anger.

He suffered a big loss without hesitation. Naturally, he became very angry and immediately turned his anger into an attack and bombarded Yingyu.

The red blades are like a hurricane, overwhelmingly bombarded, and each red blade seems to be bleeding, terrible and powerful.

"Boom!" The golden light and blood light are intertwined and hit fiercely, destroying everything around.

The roaring cold wind is separated by the powerful breath, and a piece of snow can't fall. A tree turned into debris in the storm, flying everywhere, and the pink plum petals were rolled down everywhere, extremely sad.

"Go to hell!" The underworld said angrily, and the black fog bulged between his hands, and something emerged.

It is a dark sickle, which is not very outstanding at a glance. The blade is six feet long, dark and deep, and the blade is silvery white, curved as the moon, shining with a ferobic cold light.

In the face of the continuous bombardment of Haoran God Fist, the ghost roared and waved the sickle in his hand and tore the air. A blood-red light flashed on the blade of the sickle, directly cutting off the attack from the Haoran God Fist.

Take a cold breath and take a few steps back. He raised his hand and saw that a flat wound appeared on his right fist, and the bright red blood slowly flowed out.

"Hum!" The air trembled, and the underworld continued to wave the dark sickle and rushed over, cutting out terrible attacks.

Ying Yu snorted coldly and stepped into the void. He staggered like a phantom and left in the last four directions, easily avoiding the attack of the underworld.

With his current Taoist strength, he performed another empty step, and the effect is not the same, which has produced extremely great changes.

The ghost envoy stayed in the distance, and his eyes hidden in the black robe glanced around. He was suspicious and could not tell whether the figure was real.

"Royal swordsmanship!" The four figures drank together at the same time, and the sword of the king of Chu hanging around his waist flew out, and a purple light appeared in the air.

The four swords are entangled and rotated with each other, and they can't distinguish between true and false, real and fantasy. Under the control of the rain, four swords fell to the earth like meteors and rushed to the underworld.

At the same time, Yingyu itself did not slack off, and continued to rush forward in the void. The magnificent fist was vast, shocking the four directions, and the golden light seemed to be able to sweep everything!

In the face of such a strange and powerful attack, the underworld also lifted the spiritual power of his whole body, and the blood-red light flowed on his body, and the dark breath surged up against him.

Although the sudden burst of power from Ying Yu made the Nether Envoy busy dealing with it, the Nether Envoy was a master who approached the sky early after all, and how could it be so easily defeated? After a while, he controlled the situation and was able to counterattack fiercely.

"Boom!" In this inconspicuous grove, the battle under the chasm broke out fiercely. Pieces of trees were destroyed, the snow was melting, and the earth could be seen cracking cracks.

The two fought fiercely and destroyed one land after another. Before long, the whole forest turned into nothingness, leaving only a devastated ground.

Ying Yu used to be just a virtual state of cultivation. This has just temporarily entered the Taoist realm and has not yet been familiar with the operation of power. At the beginning of the battle, he could only barely stand deadlock and could not win back the situation. But after a while, he gradually integrated his strength, as if he had been in this state for a long time and slowly showed his strongest strength.

"You will regret coming to trouble me." Ying Yu laughed and roared!

With his roar, the golden spiritual power transformed by the golden font was surging, and a golden glow rushed out of his spiritual cover, breaking through the sky, and even the barrier formed by the demon flag was washed away!

The golden glow rushed into the sky, as high as a thousand feet, which was extremely obvious in the dark night.

Xuanji Garden was in chaos, and many monks found the abnormality here. They were all surprised.

In particular, the disciples of Xuanji Garden are even more frightened and do not understand why such phenomena occur in the garden.

For a while, people from all directions gathered here!