The monstrous spiritual power erupted from the body, almost covering the entire world.
Emperor Wu is the highest-level existence of all monks, and one action can determine the lives of thousands of creatures!
"Emperor Wu, it should be the first-level Emperor Wu who has just broken through."
Tianhong Shengjun folded his arms around his chest, obviously not paying attention to Feng Qi.
"Feng Qi, even if you and I are both Emperor Wu, there is an insurmountable gap between us!"
The Great Emperor Tianhong sneered, his spiritual power began to overflow from his skin, showing a crimson color.
"What a weird spiritual power!"
Feng Qi frowned slightly, although the color attached to his spiritual power was not surprising, it was mainly the spiritual power of the Great Emperor Tianhong, which contained a power that could corrode the mind.
"Boom!"
The spiritual power of Emperor Tianhong swept out frantically, and it also enveloped the entire world, vaguely, with a gesture of overwhelming Feng Qi!
"Three-level Emperor Wu!"
When Emperor Hong's aura reached the top, on his forehead, the pattern began to appear, and there were as many as three patterns!
In other words, the cultivation base of Emperor Tianhong is a third-level Wudi!
"Huh!"
The Great Emperor Tianhong raised his head slightly, his feet moved slightly, and his figure disappeared without warning.
Feng Qi's pupils shrank, even if he couldn't keep up with the speed of Emperor Tianhong!
"Feng Qi, it seems that you are really old."
A sneer sounded abruptly from behind Feng Qi, and a palm filled with red spiritual power was pierced against the back of the vest!
"what!"
Feng Qi's complexion changed slightly, and on one side of his figure, although he had avoided the vital point, he almost slapped his bones to pieces with that palm.
At the same time, below that, the battle became more and more intense, with countless monsters and figures lying together, blood flowing into a river, unable to tell who it was.
Heizi also joined the battlefield. His cultivation level has reached the peak of Martial Saint in just two years, but he is still a little short of the title of Saint King.
Even so, he was able to control the blood of the dragon in his body, incarnate as a dragon, and wherever he passed, countless humans were shaken to death.
Heizi specifically looked for people from the Thousand Corpse Clan, and saw one slapped one to death, and there were not tens of thousands of Clan Clan cultivators who died in his hands.
"Go to hell!"
Heizi saw another martial sage monk from the Thousand Corpse Clan, and he sneered, and the dragon's tail was thrown out fiercely. If it was shot, even ordinary martial sages would be smashed into flesh!
At the moment when Heizi was shooting, a man in black immediately appeared in front of him, and he shot out with a palm, actually blocking all Heizi's attacks!
"Unexpectedly, besides the three holy monarchs of the Monster Beast Alliance, there is actually a strong general."
A slightly familiar voice sounded, and Sunspot looked up, staring at the man in front of him, his eyes red.
"It's you!"
Standing in front of Heizi, he was no stranger, it was Hong Shengjun who forced them into danger three years ago!
However, the spiritual power on his body is more powerful than it was two years ago, and it is vaguely entwined with red light.
Although he did not become Emperor Wu, he was definitely better than the Heavenly Sage Emperor two years ago!
"Fall Dragon? If you refine your dragon bone into a pill, maybe I can take that last step and become Emperor Wu!"
Di Hong Shengjun showed evil light in his eyes, his figure turned into a light, and he rushed straight.
The powerful cultivation base is combined with Xiao Wan's law of light, and the speed is comparable to Emperor Wu!
"Boom!"
Even the sunspot incarnate as a flood dragon can only passively defend. As time goes by, blood stains immediately appear on his body.
"Why, two years ago you could not do anything, two years later, you are still not my opponent!"
Di Hong Shengjun sneered, palm like a knife, and began to scrape Heizi's skin little by little, blood kept flowing out, staining the earth red.
"Damn it!"
Heizi gritted his teeth, no matter how he shot, he couldn't attack Hong Shengjun, who had the speed of Emperor Wu.
Feeling the heavier and heavier injuries, a touch of unwillingness began to appear in his heart.
He practiced hard for two years, and he could even maximize the power of the dragon's blood, but was it still so weak?
"You are too weak, so let the labor and management die!"
Seeing that Heizi had been smashed all over his body, Di Hong Shengjun didn't bother to continue playing. He lifted his palm, and the law of light contained powerful spiritual power.
"Thousand Corpse Demon Hand!"
A huge black palm condensed, and in a vague way, there were countless ghosts crying and howling wolves, enveloped by the power of the law of Xiao Perfect, enveloped the sunspots at an astonishing speed!
"Is it over?"
Heizi wanted to struggle to get up and escape, but found that his breath had been firmly locked, and he could only watch the hand of Death attack.
However, at the moment when the magic hand suppressed it, it turned into nothingness without the fire spontaneously!
"Who is the perfect flame law?!"
The sudden obstruction made Di Hong Shengjun a little angry, his eyes scanned, and finally stopped at the young man beside Heizi.
"Heizi, I didn't expect to see him for a while, and his strength has risen a lot."
Zhao Yi frowned as he looked at the injuries on Heizi's body. If he was not treated in time, he would be bleeding out and die.
"Boss, are you back? Sorry, I'm dragging you back."
Heizi gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but he couldn't.
"Zhao Yi! You really stayed in this place for so long, but you can finally give it up!"
Di Hong Shengjun sneered, but Zhao Yi turned a deaf ear, staring at Heizi's wound, and began to treat them one by one.
"What? The mouse that I chased and jumped up and down, has learned to ignore labor and capital?!"
I don't know when, Dihong Shengjun was extremely irritable, and when Zhao Yi ignored him, his pair of pupils were bloodshot.
"Boom!"
A black magic hand appeared in the air, terrifying spiritual power raged wildly, and directly covered Zhao Yi!
"Zhao Yi, I can kill you without the master's action!"
Di Hong Shengjun roared, the speed of the magic hand falling faster and faster, just a few breaths before he reached the top of Zhao Yi's head.
"Your trick is good, or... give it back to you!"
Zhao Yi sneered, his palms formed a seal, and a huge magic mirror immediately appeared in front of him, with a mysterious aura quietly permeating it.
"Since I learned this trick, I haven't used his power, this time, let you try it, clone the mirror!"
Zhao Yi's voice fell, and a bright luster burst into the magic mirror, like a demon opening his huge mouth, swallowing all the condensed magic hands of Di Hong Shengjun.
"How is this possible!"
Di Hong Shengjun's complexion changed drastically, and that trick, even if the same Saint-jun level powerhouse encountered it, would cause a headache, but Zhao Yi resolved it so easily!
"Dihong Shengjun, this is not over yet!"
Zhao Yi sneered, his palm was sealed again, and in the magic mirror, he opened his mouth again, and the magic hand that had been covering the sky and the earth immediately came out from it.
The appearance is the same as the attack that Di Hong Shengjun just performed, but there are qualitative changes in both power and size!
