Chapter 425 In the Final Battle

"Give me some color and actually opened a dyeing workshop."

After yawning, Mr. Peng said anly.

He waited for most of the day. When he came, it was already early in the morning, and it was almost dawn. After a while, An Bochen began to understand. Time blinked. It was almost evening, and the man was still there.

This is probably the most ridiculous fight in Mr. Peng's life.

Looking at An Bochen, Mr. Peng San gritted his teeth. Every time he was ready to move, he wanted to get rid of An Bochen, but he resisted it.

I've been waiting for so long. Why don't you wait for a while? Let's see what else he can do.

Mr. Peng said to himself, but he inevitably had some regrets in his heart.

He looked at it for so long, and the breath of the person opposite him still stayed at the original level, without any growth. How could the breath of the peak of the six heavens bring him some fun?

It seems that he is overestimated.

Mr. Peng San thought without resentment.

Touching the belly, Mr. Peng San cast a spell, grabbed a crane casually, pulled it into two, and chewed it.

As he changed to eat, Mr. Peng only felt a little sad.

He cut off the third son of the imperial master. He has always been a brocade and jade food, but now he has fallen into eating raw food here. Although he has changed into the Dharma phase of the one-yuan polar world, the bloodline of the demon clan makes him no longer care about it, but he is still a little repulsive in his heart.

Every time he changes the cost of eating raw food, he feels a little depraved. In the past, it was fine because of those hard wars, but now it is actually to wait for a six-fold monk who can easily solve it, which really makes Mr. Peng San himself a little embarrassed.

He swallowed the last crane leg into his abdomen and turned it into a water valley to replenish his strength. Mr. Peng San burped and stroked his round belly.

Between the clouds and clouds, the sunset fell, and a very unusual airflow crossed Mr. Peng San's cheeks.

"This gas..."

Mr. Peng San frowned slightly. This gas is very common in Jiejing. It is the spirit of evil, but it should never come from the opposite side.

Looking up, Mr. Peng San was stunned and then looked happy.

An Bochen, who had been motionless for a long time, finally moved. He was pinching a strange seal in his right hand. With his five fingers open, a column of ink black air waves rose in the palm of his hand, dark and dark, straight to the sky.

"What a strong evil spirit, but it seems to stay at the peak of the four heavens... It's nearly five days."

Mr. Peng San muttered, with a narrow look in his eyes: "He doesn't want to attack poison with poison, thinking that he can beat me with magic? So childish... What?"

Before the voice fell, Mr. Peng San was secretly surprised.

The air wave in An Bochen's hand only stayed at the peak of the four-fold sky for a short time, and then climbed up quickly, crossing the peak of the five-fold sky and approaching the six-fold sky.

Although it was only six days, Mr. Peng noticed something wrong and clenched the crane's leg bone. Mr. Peng got up and stared at An Bochen with awe, looking forward and nervous.

When the air wave climbed to the sixth queen, Mr. Peng San faintly felt a trace of crisis. In the air wave, there seemed to hide a strange mystery that he had never seen before. It was extremely dark, and only his father's giant demons would have it. Although the breath was not very strong, it was also a little frightening.

Suddenly, the air waves surged up crazily, as if a ball of thick ink bloomed in the sky and darkened the pink sunset, and the evening suddenly turned into late at night.

What happened that made Mr. Peng San excited and panicked. The breath of evil did not stay at the peak of the five heavens, but climbed up again, passing the peak of the six heavens in the blink of an eye, which was very close to the true fairyland.

His heart was shocked. Mr. Peng San stepped back two steps in a row, tried to stop his body, and looked at the air waves like a horrible and deep black hole suspended in the sky, and muttered incredibly.

"Extreme..."

He has never seen such a thing. The breath of the man opposite him is still at the peak of the six heavens, but the air wave in his hand has reached the level of the pole world, and it has also faintly exceeded the one-yuan pole world and reached the binary pole world.

"Boom!"

The evil breath kept rushing out of the "black hole", the mountains and rivers were smashed, the rivers and lakes were cut off, and most of the world in front of the Dragon Girl's Palace collapsed in an instant.

Mr. Peng raised his arm and took three steps back, with his long cyan hair flying obliquely behind his head.

"Sure enough, I didn't wait for nothing."

His pupils shrank, and Mr. Peng's face floated crazy. In the face of the evil spirit sweeping the mountains and rivers, he fanned his wings up against the current and rushed to An Bochen.

He must take action. If he doesn't take action again, when the breath in the other party's hand crosss the dual polar world, he will have no hope of winning.

Mr. Peng San is thinking too much.

With An Bochen's current strength, he can only use the first three arrows of the seven arrows.

The seven arrows of the nail head are a unique skill that can only be used above the fairyland. When An Bochen was still in Haidu, he forcibly used the seven arrows of the nail head. Although he won, he was also seriously injured and exhausted his soul. Every time you improve a level, you can understand an arrow. An Bochen is now six heavens, and it is reluctant to realize the last two arrows in just half a day. Fortunately, the nail-headed seven arrows have the power of extreme challenge. The nail-headed arrow at the peak of the six-fold sky already has the power of the dual polar world, and it is still the power of Zhou Tianyuan.

There are star meteors in the Zhoutian, of which 365 main stars are in line with An Bochen's meridians and 365 acupuncture points. However, there are yin and yang in heaven and earth, and the stars have light and darkness, positive and negative forces, just like positive and evil qi. An Bochen understood Zhou Tianxuan's enlightenment this time. It took him most of the day to finally decompose the positive and negative forces from Zhou Tianyuan's force. The positive force is the force he usually uses, and the negative force can be used to perform evil magic.

An Bochen held the vast evil power in his hand, opened his eyes, and looked at Mr. Peng San, who spread his wings and flew with sneer.

A haze naturally appeared behind An Bochen, which gradually dragged him into it. His eyes flashed with half-light and half-dark light, which was also good and evil.

The power of the binary polar world is not yet fully controlled by today's An Bochen. His arms are a little difficult, and the evil qi spread uncontrollably. An Bochen clenched his teeth and stared at Mr. Peng San with cold eyes, only waiting for him to approach before exerting his strength.

In a blink of an eye, Mr. Peng San has flown into the evil spirit that gathered into a black hole.

An Bochen's beard fell down, scolded in a low voice, and the palm of his hand turned over.

The heaven and earth seemed to be covered with a shadow at this moment. Every inch of air was torn and pulled in the overflowing evil air. The crane eagle falcon had already fled far away and hid on the edge of the mountains and rivers, trembling uneasily.

"Go to hell!"

Mr. Peng San roared and shuttled through Zhou Tian's evil power. Gradually, his figure became slow, and occasionally a few shadows flashed out, which could be captured by An Bochen.

Against the dual polar world with the power of the one-yuan pole world, Mr. Peng San has exerted all his talent to the extreme, but he still can't get close to An Bochen.

The golden feathers fell off his wings one by one, and his body began to deform under the impact of stormy evil forces, but the eyes of Mr. Peng showed a sound and vivid color.

"This is the real power of Zhou Tianyuan."

An Bochen whispered, and his face was also full of pleasure.

The arm is sore and numb. Every enduring is the limit of An Bochen. He bears heavy pressure again and again. The blue veins are twisted on the right arm, and the blood vessels are convex.

However, at this moment, An Bochen was keenly aware that something was wrong.

A new force is emerging from the evil power of Zhou Tian, as if the seed is sprouting, and as if the baby is falling to the ground.

Looking up suddenly, An Bochen's face changed sharply.

The monster in the sky no longer flew forward. He was suspended in the clouds, curling up and hugging his knees like a baby in his mother's womb. However, when the overwhelming evil force hit him, it was as if it had encountered the tide of the reef, and actually bypassed him and flowed backwards.

"Is it difficult for him..."

Before An Bochen's voice fell, the familiar thunder bloomed from Mr. Peng San's body and gathered into an eggshell-like aperture, wrapping him in it. His body also changed accordingly. His arms, legs and feet kept getting thicker and longer, and the body surface was covered with the upper layer of scales. The two wings expanded upwards, a little bigger, and smooth and featherless. It's like a bat wing.

"There is more than one in the polar world?"

An Bochen was shocked.

The happy laughter sounded from the clouds. Mr. Peng stood up straight, and the thunder aperture like an eggshell turned into powder and dissipated.

"Yes, yes, the law of the dual polar world is a little to my mind."

Mr. Peng Sanzi resisted Zhou Tian's evil power with one hand, looked at his new Dharma, and tasted his best.

He who broke through to the dual polar world is no longer the round fat man before. His belly is contracted, his double chin is gone, his body is as burly as a god, his majestic face is white eyebrows and red, with a strong evil atmosphere.