Chapter 405: Fearless, fearless, invincible without me!

Ji Guiwu laughed suddenly, the laughter grew louder, and finally turned into a wild laugh.
He seemed to hear a big joke.
"Ants!"
"You are not even qualified to do ants with me, you dare to want to kill me even like this, ridiculous!"
"Do you think you can kill me if you can force me out of the Seventh Prince's body? I can't kill! In your eyes, I am the omnipotent and immortal immortal on the cloud. You want to kill me, you are Find your own death!"
Jiguiwu laughed wildly and was also furious.
His breath suddenly boiled.
In fact, he and the seventh prince are one body, so their realm is equivalent, after all, they are completely integrated, and the seven princes will be taken away from the dead.
The Seventh Prince is at the third level of the Open Heaven Realm, and so is he.
In other words, they are no different from the state of publicity.
The Seventh Prince is also the only one who has not been thrown away by publicity in terms of realm.
Jiguiwu is no exception.
It's just that Jiguiwu went mad, and between breaths and breaths, he actually broke through again, and in an instant he broke through two small realms one after another, stepping into the fifth level of the Open Heaven realm.
"kill me?"
"Just like you ants, they want to kill me too."
"Naive, stupid natives, you will never know how immortals exist, and you will never know that your so-called realm is with me, simply..."
He could not go on.
Because Zhang Yang didn't bother to talk nonsense with him.
Just hit it, say so much.
Whoosh!
He released his power completely.
Click!
After he really didn't have any reservations, even at the third level of the Open Heaven Realm, the power he showed made the ordinary small and immeasurable pupils shrink, his heart trembled, and he directly pierced the void at a speed beyond imagination.
At a speed that was too many times the speed of sound, it suddenly came to the end of Jiguiwu.
Boom!
First glimpse of the soul-saving holy power.
A supreme means specifically aimed at the soul.
There is no madness and madness, and the soul is a fairy soul, but he will eventually merge with the seven princes. He is going to seize the seven princes. Therefore, all of his various immortal ways have long since faded, only completeness. Only by letting go, can he grow up completely, and grow as the supreme one and only according to what he wants.
Therefore, in the real confrontation, Jiguiwu still feels pressure. He actually couldn't react a little bit, just waved out subconsciously.
Destroyer!
This is the secret magic killer once used by the Seventh Prince, but it is even more extraordinary in his application, as if the end is coming between the palms, revealing a depressing sense of fear in the heart.
Unfortunately, this makes no difference.
The soul-suppressing holy power fights the soul, not the power of the duel.
boom!
The remnant soul of Jieguiwu suddenly exploded and turned into dozens of small groups.
However, in the next moment, dozens of small groups of souls quickly gathered together and once again formed the appearance of Jieguiwu, only slightly weaker than before.
"Xian? Not so much." Zhang Yang said.
Jiguiwu said grimly: "Indigenous people, you are inviting disasters for yourself. I can't kill, but if I don't die, you can only die!"
He raised his head and screamed, his hands changed various peculiar fingerings, and there were bursts of howling in his mouth, revealing a certain special rhythm, and finally he moved the whole long street.
"My soul experiences the immortal calamity, combined with the power of the eternal night, and is made from the essence of the sun and the moon, no one can kill, no one can kill, I will eventually become the vast Lord under the eternal night, I will..."
boom!
Zhang Yang punched up again, still the soul-suppressing power, and exploded the remnant soul again.
"My, my head."
The exploded remnant soul gathered again.
boom!
Zhang Yang followed with another punch.
Get together again.
boom!
Another punch.
After such seven consecutive punches, the remnant soul of Jieguiwu was originally like a candle in the wind. This time it was good, as if it was going to be extinguished, the whole became blurred and dim.
No matter what Jiguiwu’s madness and self-sufficiency, he still failed to escape the shock of the soul-suppressing holy power. After all, he was just a ray of remnant soul, or only a part of the magic of immortality under the night It's just a soul.
"enough!"
Finally, being beaten again and again, let Jiguiwu anger, he yelled: "Stupid native, you angered me, I..."
boom!
Zhang Yang stepped forward with a punch and beat him again.
This time, the remnant souls of Jigui without fragmentation did not immediately gather, but all burned, with dark flames beating, condensing each other, turning into a fiery fierce soul, and strange sounds from it. Issued to.
Then, the entire Chiyan Emperor had a big fear, and a scene that caused a big panic appeared.
Originally Xingyue was suspended, but in an instant, darkness eroded and Xingyue retreated.
The entire Chiyan Emperor became invisible. It was so dark that it was palpitating, and in the darkness there was still a cold wind whistling, making people unconsciously wrap their clothes.
This is the beginning.
At the end of the long street where Zhang Yang and others were located, a light appeared in the gloomy darkness, and then a huge head slowly lifted up from the horizon at the end.
The giant head is too big, as if supporting this dark world.
The appearance of this giant head suddenly gave all the people of the Chiyan Emperor the illusion that their bodies were like ants, their lives were thinner than paper, and they would be obliterated at any time.
The face of the giant head is as silent as nothing!
The terrible giant opened his eyes, and in an instant, the entire Chiyan Emperor screamed in fear, as if being stared at by a demon fairy, which made people scared to the bone.
Then, the sound of kneeling came.
Let alone other people, even the people on this street knelt down in fear.
Even geniuses like Jin Zhilong, Yan Chihuo, Lu Hengkong and others are full of fear.
They overcome the fear of saints, but they can hardly resist the fear of immortals.
They are so, not to mention others.
At this moment, Zhang Yang also felt an unprecedented abnormality.
As early as in the return to the original realm, he understood that he was fearless and fearless, but that was derived from the understanding of the immortal Dao, and the understanding that immortality is also the mortal Dao.
Now, he is still fearless, but he is not afraid in his heart, but his body is shaking uncontrollably, which makes him very awkward and uncomfortable, but he can't control it.
"Fearless and fearless, tsk tsk, facing the real body of this immortal, you can still do this, you are even better than the seventh prince, you are very satisfied with this immortal, maybe it is a better choice to seize you." The sound of innocent laughter echoed in the night sky.
Zhang Yang's heart is fearless, fearless, blood is boiling, the "Xiao" Temple Stone Monkey in the bloodline world opens his eyes, exuding a strong killing intent, but his body is shaking uncontrollably.
"There is no fear in the heart, fear in the body, hahaha, born in the vast world, in your bones, deep in your soul, has long been branded with the root of fear of immortals, you are empty and heart, and the body is uncertain, it is in vain." He smiled, "Your body is afraid of me, your body is very honest."
Zhang Yang trembled and raised his head, his gaze crossed the remnant soul, and looked at the giant head emerging from the horizon, facing the eyes that seemed to see through the eternal, through the human heart, and frightened the soul, he whispered: "Since the body has fear, then I forget this body, forget myself, forget everything, only the heart, the only one in the heart."
Jigui Wu's face changed suddenly.
Zhang Yang's voice gradually became louder: "If you forget me, you will be selfless, selfless without self... invincible!"
His eyes became brighter and brighter, and the words said by the headless Buddha in the Buried Xianyuan reappeared in his mind.
"All actions are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, so we should observe them like this."
"My heart is not moved, everything is dreamy."
His murmur made Ji Guiwu's face even more ugly.
As an immortal from the Great Nirvana Realm, who once stood at the pinnacle of the fourth great realm of Immortal Dao, he certainly has a deep understanding of Buddha and Immortal.
He yelled: "You got it wrong, the Buddha, Buddha, Dharma, and Tao are not explained in this way."
Zhang Yang grinned: "That's what I think, so now I... fearless, fearless, invincible without me!"
His body no longer trembles.
His steps are firm.
He shot again, staring at the terrifying horizon giant's gaze, and once again rushed away.