The first cause of all realms

Chapter 862 The Flesh Altar, Prison-Suppressing Idol!

Rumble!
The sound came from the ground, but it seemed to fall from the sky, mighty like a cloud hanging from the sky, and was pushed to the whole city by that powerful and terrifying fist!
How terrifying is Yang Ju's physique today?
After decades of practice, his physique used to be his weakest point, and it even became one of his most powerful points today.

The horizontal practice is complete, the electric current is propelled, the sky is doubled, ten dragons and ten elephants, and it also has the essence of Buddha throwing elephants and the old mother splitting mountains...

With one fist facing the sky, it seems that thousands of hectares of smoke and dust are scattered, and the void around the long street seems to be stirred up like a river and sea.

The bloody light in the sky seemed to be blown away by this incomparable force!

This is tyrannical power, pure to the extreme physical power!

hum!
The void is trembling, and violent ripples spread layer by layer like a heart circle.

Call ~
As Yang Ju stepped forward, the void seemed to be receding!

He still remembered that at the foot of the Qisha Mountain, Zhang Xuanba, who stripped off the God Seed and lost the power to shake the ground, gave up the situation of becoming a soldier, and did not hold the phoenix wings and gold plated Zhang Xuanba, once fought against six with one fist. There is no martial saint who can confront him head-on.

At this moment, the realm that Zhang Xuanba had touched was already in front of his eyes, and compared to that Prince Zhao, he possessed all kinds of supernatural powers that affect the body!
In addition to shaking the sky and shaking the earth, there is also a skeleton endowed by the financial body training, which is almost a skeleton of the black iron magic soldier for ten thousand forgings!
More than ten years have passed, and he has almost consumed all the black iron and fine gold in the race bag, which is the private treasury of Emperor Qianheng plus the deep savings of the two dynasties of Sirius and Dali!

Such a high price also made his fine gold skeleton reach an unparalleled peak,

With just the palm of your flesh, you can welcome Mu Qingliu's Dacheng's piercing sword energy!
boom!
The moment the fist was raised, the overwhelming sword light, sword energy, and fist light were completely destroyed.

Only Jiang Xiazi and others who were the closest could see clearly that a blood shadow was squeezed out of the void by a huge force, and accompanied by the other two blood shadows, it was beaten to fly off the ground without stopping, as if it was about to be pushed into the sky by the force of the punch. End of the day!

one strike!
Just one hit!
Under the blessing of the Blood Prison Formation, the three Martial Saints, who were almost fighting for their lives, had set off a monstrous and fierce might, and they were all defeated!
This scene is simply more terrifying than anything else!
Everyone present knew Yang Wudi's name, and never thought that he would be defeated here, but they were still shocked by this punch, so that their bodies and souls trembled together!
Living gods and Buddhas!

At this moment, almost the same words appeared in the hearts of everyone including Xue Dilong at the same time!
"How can it become stronger and stronger..."

Jiang Xiazi, who was in a violent retreat, had already stopped in his tracks. Looking at the majesty that pierced the sky like the sun surveying the sky, his eyes almost froze.

It has been more than a million years since the spiritual tide in the Longquan world revived. However, it was only after the real change of heaven that a strong man broke through the barrier and was promoted to Jiuyao!

In the long years counting millions of years, countless heroic talents who are even evaluated as the talents of the emperor by later generations, if they do not pretend to die and survive, they will all sit in front of Jiuyao's gate without exception!

And as far as he knew, before the sky change, the spiritual tide was unstable, and the practice was slow and difficult, and often tens or hundreds of years of hard work did not make any progress.

But at this moment, he almost doubted whether the information he knew before was fake...

Because the person in front of him was almost invincible ten years ago, but in the past ten years, he is still making continuous progress...

This……

'Henry Zhang is never so tyrannical! '

Xue Dilong felt his heart almost stopped suddenly!

Sitting on the background of the Ming court, every battle in Yang Yu's more than ten years here is placed in front of his case, and he has read it countless times!
It is terrifying to be invincible all over the world, but he, who has seen Henry Zhang, knows better than most people in this world that he is already the pinnacle of the world.

There is no one who can truly surpass his own practice in this world, because heaven and earth will not allow it!

Therefore, he is absolutely convinced that even if he has the power of invincibility, he is definitely not his opponent.

The blood prison formation can not only weaken the true qi and true energy, but also knock down martial saint-level existences to the realm of the unity of heaven and man, and at the same time bless the blood god son.

Under the ebb and flow, he asked himself the six blood god sons, even Henry Zhang, could kill them like pigs and dogs...

however……

"This is impossible!"

Xue Dilong's heart trembled, and he pointed sharply without thinking:
"kill!"

With a yell, the remaining three blood shadows around him rushed out frantically.

The Son of Blood is the secret technique of the Blood Hell Hell, and he only obtained it after presenting the sacred tablet that was suspected to be related to the Book of the Earth.

And refining is extremely difficult!
Without the body of ten capitals and the honor of a martial sage, it is not enough to bear the power of the blood prison. His six sons of the blood god are indeed his achievements of more than ten years!
Not only does he have the supernatural powers and martial arts of his life, he is also thoughtless and unconscious, and he is not afraid of death. In the blood prison formation, he is a more terrifying existence than before his life!

But at this moment, he no longer had half a ounce of confidence in the Blood God Son around him, and at the same time as he shouted, the blood light on the high platform rioted like never before, covering him inside.

The rest, like torches, completely ignited the remaining three blood god sons, like three meteors wrapped in flames, jumped down the high platform violently, and slammed towards Yang prison with incomparable ferocity.

Afterwards, it was run over and pierced by the force of the torrent-like fist, and exploded like fireworks, with flesh and blood flying everywhere!
But the practice of these three blood god sons is far inferior to that of Zhang Dong, Song Yuanying and others!

Even though he was also a martial saint, he shattered it when he punched it through, and couldn't even preserve his complete body!
woohoo~
As the blood mist exploded, there seemed to be howls of ghosts and wolves, and twisted ghosts seemed to rush towards them.

But Yang Ju roared, completely shattering between heaven and earth!
Henry Zhang's gift, more than 20 years after his death, is still guiding his way forward!

This roar contained extremely surging blood energy and extremely domineering will.

Martial saints are at the peak, with qi and blood and masculinity, can shake gods, and can break all evil spirits and ghosts in the world!
"How could it be so tyrannical?!"

It was like thunder from the nine heavens exploded in the sky, the whole city roared, the long street seemed to be blown up by a strong wind, and Xue Dilong's heart trembled even a few miles away.

Fear emerged and took over everything, almost no other thoughts in his mind.

"Invincible!"

But in less than an instant, he had already woken up suddenly, because that black robe, in the burst of blood shadows, seemed to be blessed by lightning, coming through the air!

"Master!"

Xue Dilong's heart was chilled, and he no longer had the heart to resist. In the blood mist, he suddenly urged the seal, causing the blood to completely boil and burn.

"The victory is divided..."

At this moment, all the spectators were dazzled and fascinated. Looking at the fist light piercing the sky, everyone couldn't help being in awe.

But in the next moment, a cold and violent breath suddenly rose when the blood on the high platform boiled to the extreme:
"Is this the sacrifice you gave to the teacher..."

"That is?"

Jiang Xiazi's heart was trembling, and Beihai Longjun, who was faintly awake in the carriage, also felt a chill in his heart.

It can be seen that the blood light in the entire sky seemed to be inspired by something, and returned to the high platform at an extremely fast speed.

At first glance, it really looks like thousands of blood snakes crisscrossing the sky!

Boom!

Fist down, Guangsheng!
The extremely bright fist light and blood light collided with each other.

In an instant, huge fluctuations spread violently centered on the high platform, causing the entire palace and even the nearby streets to tremble!
"ah!"

The vicious, furious, and extremely sharp screams exploded in the empty palace after the day of the blood sacrifice:
"Xue Dilong! You dirty and shameful black-hearted maggot, how dare, how dare you plot against me!!!"

The scream was extremely sharp, and it was also extremely painful.

The will in it reverberated in the hearts of all the spectators like its essence. At this moment, even the masters, and even the warriors at the grand master level, felt a chill in their hearts.

It's like being entangled by a slippery and wet poisonous snake...

And under the light of the fist, the bloody light and even the high platform were shattering, and the screaming Wuzhi also appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

It was a squirming altar of flesh and blood, as if thousands of lumps of snot mixed with black blood.

At this moment, the altar of flesh and blood was pierced by fist lights, and large swathes of venom mixed with plasma were sprayed wildly and randomly.

"what!"

Xue Dilong was caught off guard, and was doused all over his face. Under the intense corrosion, his flesh and blood melted and disintegrated.

The scream stopped abruptly in the middle of it, and the throat was burned and melted to the bone!

"My lord! The altar is the eye of the formation!"

Jiang Xiazi's roar came at the right time, with haste and fear:
"Quick, quickly destroy that altar, don't let it summon..."

"Um?!"

Just as Yang Qiu was about to make a move, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, but he saw the squirming altar suddenly exploded!
boom!
It was as if it had been a day and night torrential rain, and all the raindrops fell in an instant, and with Yang Jue's quick reaction, he couldn't avoid it.

chi chi chi chi ~~
In almost an instant, the real fire he propped up was completely burned, and the flesh and blood stained by the raindrops were burned out holes one by one!
There are even dark spots left on his [-]-forged fine gold skeleton!
But instead of retreating, he pushed forward, resisting the overwhelming venom, and then raised the fist of the four elephants, and punched into the void through induction.

boom!
Another large piece of dirty blood exploded, and it was unknown whether it was the flesh and blood altar or Xue Dilong.

But the eerie and vicious murmur has already spread in the void:
"Praise my lord, praise my ancestors, the sea of ​​blood is dark, and the blood hell..."

"My lord, retreat quickly!"

Hearing the devilish sound filled his ears, Jiang Xiazi's legs in the retreat could not help but soften, and he made a hoarse and broken voice:

"escape!"

His actions were too violent, attracting the attention of a large number of people, some were at a loss, and some fled in embarrassment.

But Yang Ju seemed to be frozen in the blood void.

He raised his head slowly, his brows and eyes were burning hot, and in the scattered and bursting blood light, he saw a blood-colored giant elephant stomping its feet and hissing long.

That is,

"Prison Idol!"

　Well, continue to code... If there are no accidents, it will be twelve o'clock, and it will be... Good night, everyone first

　
(End of this chapter)