Chapter 1067: The Eight Hundred Classics of Huang Ting

The Ninth-Rank Divine Array seals the sky and the ground. Under this kind of blockade, even the Ninth-Rank King-level Breaking Talisman will lose its effectiveness.
There was no way to escape, Wu Yingxiong's face suddenly showed panic, and Dao Xin also became disordered.
He knew very well that if he could not escape, then he had only two ways to go.
Either fight desperately or beg for mercy, provided that Luo Xiu would be willing to let him go.
A genius like a hero like Wu, easily refused to bow his head, so he didn't choose to beg for mercy, and the flames of a desperate battle were in his eyes.
"Wu Sheng possesses!"
Wu Yingxiong roared loudly, and his body was full of golden light. He was born in the ancient Wusheng family. The ancestors of their family are almost comparable to the existence of the heaven and the reincarnation lord. They are by no means the so-called Wusheng from those low-level cultivation planes. Comparable.
The Wusheng clan inherited the blood of the ancestors, but with the passage of time, to the generation of heroes Wu, the blood of Wusheng is already very weak. Summoning the soul of the ancestors becomes a forbidden technique. Once it is cast, it will hurt the enemy. The result of one thousand self-defeating eight hundred.
This is already Wu Yingxiong's final means of pressing the bottom of the box. After using Wu Sheng's possession, his combat power has risen wildly, almost reaching a level comparable to the ninth-class king.
"It is worthy of the ancient martial sage clan, even though it is only a meager bloodline power, it can also improve such a strong combat power."
Facing the soaring strength of Wu Hero, even Luo Xiu had to evade his edge temporarily.
Wu Yingxiong became more and more frightened as he fought. Although he used the magical power possessed by Wu Sheng to gain the upper hand in this fight, if he could not break through the blockade of the surrounding nine-level sacred formations, he would still be unable to escape.
He didn't expect Luo Xiu to be so powerful. His combat power at the moment is comparable to the nine-class king, and he only has the upper hand. With the passage of time, his strength gradually weakens, once it weakens to a critical point. , Then waiting for him is a dead end!
In a blink of an eye, half an hour passed. Hero Wu's soaring combat power continued to fall. His previous attacks could also keep Luo Xiu back. At this moment, Luo Xiu was able to deal with it easily and with ease.
"I said, you can't escape from my hands!"
Luo Xiu also noticed that Heroic Wu's breath began to fall continuously, and saw his body shook, his tyrannical physical power and mana surging crazily, raising his hand to pinch the seal, a ten thousand magic seal was printed, and the world broke!
Wu Yingxiong's face changed in shock, but he was helpless. Even with the defense of the armor, he was blown away by the tyrannical force, and blood spurted in his mouth.
The powerful force in the body is constantly dissipating, because his Wu Sheng bloodline is relatively weak, and the magical powers of Wu Sheng's possession cannot be maintained for too long.
This made Hero Wu's heart of despair, and his belief in fighting to the death was also shaken.
"Luo Xiu, I have no hatred with you, I..."
Luo Xiu naturally knew what Wu Yingxiong wanted to say, but he didn't wait for Wu Yingxiong to finish speaking. He waved his hand and said, "What is the use of you saying this at this moment? There is no enmity between you and me, but you But you have to join hands with other people to deal with me. From the moment you decide to be an enemy of me, you have to plan to die here."
Hearing this, Wu Yingxiong's heart sank to the bottom in an instant. He roared crazily, blooming the brightest brilliance of life, and at this moment, there is only one battle.
boom!
The magical powers of the two collided together, and the entire sky was flooded with endless bright light, just like two planets colliding together, extremely gorgeous.
After a long time, a series of flags flew into Luo Xiu's storage ring from all directions, Luo Xiu walked out of the bright light, and a corpse full of scars fell from the air and fell into the dust.
"Cough cough cough..."
Luo Xiu coughed up some blood, first it was the magical powers possessed by Wu Sheng, and then he was fighting to death by burning the origin of life. Even if he killed the hero of Wu, he suffered serious internal injuries and his cultivation was extremely depleted. Big.
"Between heaven and earth, there is one less powerful physique." Luo Xiu sighed and shook his head. Throughout the ages, there have been countless celestial arrogances. Every kind of body is rare in the world, and it is even rare to appear one across several ages.
Today, a divine body was beheaded by Luo Xiu, and he felt a little regretful in his heart. Without this battle, once the future martial heroes grow up, relying on the tyranny of the golden body and hegemony, this world must have his place.
Looking around, Luo Xiu muttered to himself, "The competition for places in the Wild Tower is fierce, and tens of thousands of talented talents gather here, until only a thousand people are left in the fight. I don't know how many people are going to fall. "
Since the ages, every era will have a period of incomparably glorious heyday, and in this period, the rise of the younger generation of powerful people is to step on countless bones, and in the end only so few people can stand at the pinnacle of martial arts.
And in this period, it was also the beginning of an era from its peak to decline, and it was also a harbinger of the era's catastrophe.
Nowadays, Luo Xiu has no shortage of all kinds of divine pills, he swallowed the divine pills to restore the loss of cultivation base, because here he may encounter powerful opponents all the time, and he has to be fully prepared.
After the cultivation base reached the realm of the eighth-level gods and demons, Luo Xiu could clearly feel that his strength was countless times stronger than in the past by the leaping of a big realm. At the peak of the gods and demons, against the heroes of Shangwu, he will undoubtedly lose!
Because with the breakthrough of cultivation base, the treasures such as Plowing Heaven Sword, Zixiao Refining Furnace, and Qingtian Divine Monument, he can also exert greater power, and in terms of overall strength, he has not improved by a single star.
Walking in this vast world in the palm of his hand, Luo Xiu has also encountered more than a dozen wars in succession. Under normal circumstances, he will not hurt the killer. As long as the opponent retreats, he will leave room.
Of course, there are some people who don’t know good or bad. Naturally, there is nothing to say about this kind of people. There is only one word, kill!
Since embarking on this road of martial arts cultivation, he has always been a decisive person. Who should kill and who should not be killed, his heart has his own measure.
The divine consciousness spreads. Under the blessing of the power of the holy soul, the ordinary eighth-level divine consciousness can cover a radius of more than 200,000 li at most, but his divine consciousness can cover a million li, and the slightest movement can be all. Insight into the autumn.
Suddenly, Luo Xiu's spiritual sense sensed a familiar breath, and he immediately moved in his heart, instantly turning into a stream of light, and flew away in the air with a whirr.
At Luo Xiu's speed, it didn't take long to come to an area close to a million miles. His figure merged with the void and fell on the top of a mountain. Unless someone carefully probed with God's consciousness, it would be difficult to find him. Trace.
Looking around, he saw a familiar figure, a black tower above his head, the aura of heavenly demons agitated, blocking the magical powers.
This is a chaotic battlefield, with magic weapons and magical powers flying all over the sky. There are at least hundreds of people fighting and fighting here. Large areas of space are shattered and countless mountains fall down.
The strong who came to participate in the competition for the number of deserted towers, everyone carried at least one nine-class artifact, and the nine-class artifacts swept across the void densely, exuding a palpable vastness and power. The ashes of the fight were annihilated, and all tangible qualities were turned into nothing.
Luo Xiu just glanced randomly, and saw that several people had died. Obviously, there should be someone fighting here at first, and then other people passing by also heard the news, and gradually evolved into a melee.
Even Luo Xiu is reluctant to join in this kind of melee. Although he is confident in his defense, if he is bombarded by hundreds of nine-class artifacts, no one can eat it.
At the same time, Luo Xiu also saw Huang Wuji and Yun Yitian. The two of them and Hu Qingqing jointly urged the Heavenly Demon Tower, and they were being besieged by Huang Fangtian and five people. The situation was very bad.
Luo Xiu did not hesitate immediately, and flew towards the battlefield instantly.
"Haha, the surname Luo, it happened that you were here, and I will pack you up today!" Huang Fangtian saw Luo Xiu flying over and said coldly.
"It is said that you are the reincarnation of the Supreme Supreme, so let me see what you are capable of!" Huang Fangtian asked the other five people to besiege the three of Hu Qingqing, while his whole body surged, and he greeted Luo Xiu.
"Go! Wanfayin!"
Luo Xiu smashed the void with a bang, and the seal of his palms. The heavens and the magical powers evolved. With his current realm, the ten thousand magic seals even contained the power of blue sky, the power of Xingtian, the power of Haotian, and the power of reincarnation. Dao Yun made his magical powers terrifyingly powerful.
"What magical power is this?"
Huang Fangtian was shocked. The most precious treasure of the Yellow Realm is called the Eight Hundred Classics of Huang Ting. It contains eight hundred magical powers, and Luo Xiu's seal technique contains more than eight hundred magical channels, even thousands of them!
"Om!"
A pavilion appeared above Huang Fangtian's head, and there was a cloud of mysterious and yellow air falling down his body. The pavilion was radiant, and it seemed as if there were countless gods and demons chanting in it.
This pavilion is Huang Ting, which contains eight hundred divine tactics scriptures, each of which is extremely powerful and can be called the top-notch magic power.
As a genius of the Huang Clan, Huang Fangtian cultivated one of the Eight Hundred Magic Arts of Huang Ting.
With a bang, the two people's magical powers collided, and a thousand miles of void flew into ashes and annihilated.
"Crack!"
The Huang Ting on top of Huang Fangtian's head shattered into several cracks and retreated dozens of miles in the air.
"Come again!"
Luo Xiu stepped forward, pinching the seal with his palms, and the second ten thousand dharma seal was a bit stronger than before.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"..."
Luo Xiu blasted out three Ten Thousand Dharma Seals one after another, and each seal was stronger than the previous one. Huang Ting on the top of Huang Fangtian's head exploded with a bang, his face pale.
Only then did he realize that he had been forced back by Luo Xiu's three supernatural powers for nearly a thousand miles!
"It deserves to be the reincarnation of the supreme strong!"
Huang Fangtian narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "There is only one thousand places in the barren tower. If you and I fight to the death, if you encounter other people's dark hands, you will lose more. You and I will fight another day!"
Before the words fell, Huang Fangtian's body surged with the aura of black and yellow, and re-transformed into a yellow garden, instantly turned into a light, disappearing into the sky.
As soon as Huang Fangtian left, the five people with him also left one after another, causing Hu Qingqing, Huang Wuji, and Yun Yitian to breathe a sigh of relief, and the pressure was greatly reduced.