Chapter 472 Zhan Peng

The secret of the heavenly demon slaughter is too famous. It was created by the saints of the Tianpeng clan and appeared in the world for the saints of the murder clan. In ancient times, it became a bloody horror. When it comes to this sacred art, everyone on the earth does not change color.

It should have disappeared for more than 100,000 years, sealed in the dust of history, and never thought it would be born again today!

"Cough..." The golden-winged Xiaopeng king coughed up blood continuously, the magnificent body golden light flowed, his wild eyes flashed, and he stared at Ye Fan.

He did not expect that the world's unparalleled slaughter formula did not kill Ye Fan. Instead, he himself was hit hard, which was difficult for him to accept.

"Clind!"

The golden-winged Xiaopeng king spit out the last mouthful of blood, stood up straight, showing a cruel look, and his teeth were snow-white. He said, "You are beyond my expectation, but you are still going to die. This is only the first formula of the demon slaughter!"

He is like a bloody Shura, with high fighting spirit, murderous intention, golden energy surging all over his body, and his eyes are as flinic as cold electricity.

"The King of Laopeng really had a great opportunity to explore the ruins and regain the supreme sacred art of the clan."

"The Tianpeng clan has this supreme secret again, and not many people dare to provoke it in the future. This kind of invisible deterrence!"

"The doomsday Eucharist is really horrible. What kind of sacred art did he play? It's amazing that he must have learned some ancient scriptures!"

No one can calm down. Everyone is full of horror, and their hearts fluctuate violently, staring at the two masters in the field.

Ye Fan's eyes are cold, and the golden-winged Xiaopeng King has not yet died. The other party's vitality is very strong. He is the most terrible person in the younger generation besides him.

"The second type of the secret of the demon slaughter!" The golden-winged Xiaopeng king shouted.

A blazing light breaks through the heavens and the earth, a golden roc bird turns into a human shape, and the privilege cane comes from the distant sky.

The invisible killing is as turbulent as the tide, and the terrible fluctuation erupts like a volcano. This is a penetrating golden figure. He has a roc head and a human body, like a supreme king, overlooking the wilderness.

He seemed to come from the ancient land. Every step he took made the mountains and rivers tremble. He had unparalleled pressure, which made everyone breathless.

This is the second type of the heavenly demon slaughter formula to turn into a king's golden body, stride to force Ye Fan, and the murderous intention swept all over the world.

"Boom!"

He waved his privilege stick, broke the mountains and rivers, and cut the sky like a god, with irresistible power.

The golden energy wave, like a mountain torrent bursting out, like a vast ocean hitting the sky, connecting into a vast wave, pressing forward and burying Ye Fan below.

The terrible skill of attack and killing, which is difficult to compete with, is like a saint who is like an ant, unable to return to heaven.

Ye Fan's heart was awe-inspiring. He stepped on the old madman's footwork, retreated decisively, and held the green lotus grid with the golden bitter sea of protection.

"The power of power!"

By Ye Fan's side, the golden divine light fell like raindrops, and every shot pierced the void, and the lethality was shocking.

Everyone was suppressed. The golden figure was really like an ancient demon god. Every time he waved his sceptre and fell, there was an endless terrible light rain.

Every divine light shoots through the void and becomes a dilapidated place, and its attack power is unparalleled in the world!

This is not an attack, but thousands of light and rains are flying, all hitting Ye Fan alone, so that he can't avoid it.

"The terrible secret of the heavenly demon slaughter is really harmful to people. As soon as such a sacred skill comes out, how many young people in the younger generation can fight?"

"In ancient times, the saint passed away and the blood sprinkled the world, which is caused by this kind of sacred art, which is frightening!"

At this time, even if the eyes of the Holy Son of Light are shining, staring at it for a moment, as if it can penetrate time and space and look at the origin of all this.

Unconsciously, the divine light on his body was much bright, almost turning into all the worlds, and each of them was extremely clear.

Ye Fan could not avoid it, so he no longer retreated. The holy method of fighting was extremely sublimated. He was evolving his own way to resist this terrible slaughter magic.

At this moment, he has no joy and no worries, and no distractions in his heart. His whole body is like a detached object, and his heart is empty. He holds the moon in his hands and pushes slowly.

Taiji Avenue appeared and emerged behind him. His hands turned, one was as dark as ink, and the other was as white as jade, drawing the trajectory of his debut.

His hands have turned into the yin and yang point in Taiji Avenue, representing true yin and true yang!

In the Taiji divine picture, the yang picture is pregnant with a little yin, and the yin picture is pregnant with a little yang, which is the embodiment of change for the extreme of the Tao.

At this time, his hands are this little true yin and a little true yang. The beginning and destination of the evolutionary path represent an eternal law.

His left hand represents true yin, dark as ink, pressed in the void, with a loud bang, and a huge black hole appeared.

Nothing can be seen in that area. It devours all the light. No one can see through it, and everyone's souls will be sucked in, which makes the spectators frightened.

Ye Fan's left hand turned into a real yin, pressed the collapse of the void, evolved into a black hole, and swallowed the endless light and rain. It was difficult to hurt him with tens of millions of holy skills.

"You can't crack it. I'm going to kill your soul!" The golden-winged Xiaopeng King shouted, and the wildness in his eyes became more brilliant.

"Boom!"

In front of him, the figure like an ancient god became clearer and clearer, and a crown appeared on Peng's head, which was inviolable.

The golden scepter in his hand emits thousands of holy brilliance, which is extremely dazzling, like a sun being inlaid on it.

This figure swung his sceptre violently, and countless killing lights turned into a torrential river and rushed forward together.

Infinite brilliance, full of brilliance, thousands of golden rivers, through the void, pounce on Ye Fan, and everything passed was destroyed.

Everybody has a feeling of suffocation, trembling all over, and all of them retreat quickly. This is the fear from the origin of life and continues to spread.

The golden energy wave erupted, and each road contains a road of killing. The laws of heaven and earth are intertwined in the rush, and the air machine of destruction is vast.

Ye Fan was under great pressure, his bones all over his body crackled, and the black hole of his dark left hand was about to collapse. It's like a big mountain being crushed over his body. If other monks had already become meat mud, even his body was rattling.

Ye Fan's mouth overflowed with a wisp of blood. This was not what he deliberately spit out to confuse the world, but was hurt by the real great power.

"Boom!"

The secret of the demon slaughter is terrible to the extreme. It once made the earth bleed and drift, and let the saint's blood stain the sky, and the body disappeared.

The endless light has become the only one in heaven and earth. He drowned Ye Fan, tore him apart, and turned him into broken bones and blood mud.

"The third formula of the secret of the demon slaughter!" The golden-winged Xiaopeng king roared, and the mountains trembled.

At this critical moment, he also played the third type, which was connected with the previous one, which was even more terrible!

King Xiaopeng, the golden-winged king, tried his best to perform the unparalleled sacred art to completely destroy Ye Fan. Only after such a war did he know how terrible the Eucharist is.

He can only do his best. He doesn't want to give Ye Fan a chance. He wants to destroy the form and spirit of cutting him in one fell swoop, and he can't turn over forever.

"The third formula of the Heavenly Demon Slaughter has been typed out!"

"It is said that as soon as this formula comes out, you will see the holy blood. The ancient saints are going to die!"

Everyone exclaimed, and all of them opened their eyes wide and stared at all this nervously. They didn't expect that the golden-winged Xiaopeng King would have such an anti-sky means.

If he grows up, he will completely understand this supreme slaughter secret. In the future, he must be another person who can slaughter saints and be invincible in the world!

"Boom!"

Ye Fanru was struck by lightning and vomited blood. This was a very difficult battle. He did not expect that the other party's sacred art was so horrible.

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King really has the capital to be proud of the young heroes in the world. As soon as the secret of the demon slaughter comes out, who can win the front?

Ye Fan fought hard. His left hand was as dark as ink, representing the true yin of the road, evolving into a black hole, and his right hand was as white as jade, representing the true yang. At this time, he could not melt anything.

"Boom!"

Nine major waves came one after another, and Ye Fan's body surface was cracked, and his body, as powerful as his body, was about to be destroyed by the hefty mana.

The law of the endless road is contained in the third type of the heavenly demon slaughter secret, and the black hole cannot be completely swallowed and absorbed. Ye Fan has been repeatedly attacked and coughed up blood.

"The secret of slaughter is so terrible that it can't be counterbalanced!"

"The legend is really true. As soon as the third formula of the heavenly demon slaughter formula comes out, there must be a saint's blood flowing. Although Ye Fan is not a saint, the holy body has not broken the rumor"

"Dow!"

Ye Fan's body was shocked, and he couldn't hide. The law of the road was everywhere in heaven and earth, full of the bloody smell of the saint, which made him feel that the end of the world was coming.

After many wars, this is the first time he has an ominous premonition. Tu Sheng's secret seems to be aimed at him!

"Cough..."

He kept coughing up blood. The first time he suffered such an injury in the war was extremely difficult and dangerous!

Everyone is paying close attention. This formula may be divided into birth and death, and many people feel that it is difficult for Ye Fan to survive.

"Bao... Er...Bao..., Ye Fan was at this most critical juncture, but his heart was calm, and his right hand was white and flawless, representing the true yang, constantly flashing.

He ruled out distractions, his heart was ethereal, and time seemed to be still. Suddenly, a bright divine light shot out of his eyes, and he suddenly figured out everything.

"Boom!"

represents the right hand of the true sun, bursting out a brighter light than ten rounds of the sun, pressing hard in the void, and then colliding with the black hole of the left hand.

"Rumble!"

The world is broken, the sky seems to have been overturned, the earth seems to sink forever, and everything no longer exists.

The collision between the true yin and the true yang, the extreme evolution of the Taiji divine map, Ye Fan realized a lot of rules in this life-and-death battle.

In this hard battle, although he almost cracked the secret of the demon slaughter, he gained a lot, realized a lot of things, and evolved some of his "Tao" for the first time.

"Boom!"

Terrifying energy kept bursting out, and Ye Fan was covered with golden blood and was seriously damaged, but he smiled, revealing his snow-white teeth.

"Ah..."

Opposite, the golden-winged Xiaopeng king shouted, and the third type of the Heavenly Demon Slaughter was broken, and the crowned god in front of him suddenly collapsed.

And he himself was also shocked by horror. Almost in an instant, his body was pierced through seven or eight transparent blood holes by Zhenyin and Zhenyang.

The golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang was majestic, and his body was stained with blood. He fell up to the sky and flew wildly. His golden pupils were full of anger and flew backwards by the terrible energy.

"Tian Yao Ping Cha..." He roared, trying to display the fourth type desperately!

Ye Fan sneered and left a shadow in place and rushed over. How could he let his opponent attack?

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King retreated at a high speed, but he was still caught up by Ye Fan, and the old madman's footwork won the front line.

"Buzz!"

Ye Fan's golden big hand patted down, and the golden-winged Xiaopeng King's heavenly demon slaughter secret was interrupted by Shengsheng. He sprayed blood again and fought passively.

"Dang!"

The two fought fiercely, and the body competed for the first time, emitting a dazzling light.

"Ah..."

The golden-winged Xiaopeng king shouted. Obviously, he suffered a great loss in this collision. His right hand was almost deformed, his whole body was bloody, and there were many hateful wounds.

"Puff!"

Ye Fan rushed over and tried his best to suppress the golden-winged Xiaopeng King. He made heavy hands in a row and did not give him a chance.

In the distance, everyone was shocked. This is a life-and-death battle, and the war will come to an end!

"Dang", "Cang..."

The fierce collision, the golden-winged Xiaopeng king shouted, the golden one stood upside down, and his anger was to the extreme.

"Kill!"

Ye Fan roared and was already really angry. He twisted the arm of the golden-winged Xiaopeng King and had the momentum to swallow the mountains and rivers!

"Ah..." Ye Fan shouted, the sky shook and the earth, and he tore it hard.

"Puff..."

The blood splashed, and he tore off the right arm of the golden-winged Xiaopeng King, and Peng's blood stained the sky!