Global Upgrade: I awakened a million attribute points

"Are you finally going to go all out?"

"Hahaha, how wonderful! How wonderful!"

In the woods, the 36th prince saw that his sister Le Zhao had completely lost her temper. Instead of being surprised, she looked happy. She took out a wine gourd from somewhere, tilted her head back and poured it out. She drank one mouthful and then spilled ten mouthfuls. Her entire chest and clothes were soaked.

But she pretended not to care and laughed freely.

Zhou Jun, who was watching the excitement from behind, felt his scalp tingling again. The combination of "Baby Face Wolf" and "How wonderful, how wonderful" was unbearable even if Ye Wen came!

He thought he was already a worldly arrogance, invincible, but now it seems that there is still a world beyond the world.

The 36th prince only needs a few words, an expression, and an action to control him in place.

Princess Le Zhao, who had already entered the battle state in front, was so angry that her face turned blue.

"This naughty kid!"

She could no longer bear it as her silver teeth creaked. She rushed out first, raised her jade hand, and used [Eight Heavy Palms] to strike the Yaksha clan warrior.

Eight Heavy Palms was created by Hongwu Emperor, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty in the ancient era. It is a true Ming Dynasty secret skill and the great emperor's magical power.

It is one of the most mysterious palm techniques in the universe. If it is placed on the Blue Star, it is also an existence beyond immortality.

It is a skill that can reach the level of extreme immortality.

The extreme immortal skill was originally a benefit unique to Zhou Jun, breaking the upper limit of the martial arts magical power of the universe.

The fact that Hongwu Emperor could create such a palm technique that is comparable to the sublimation of immortal skills shows how amazing it is.

It is said that Hongwu Emperor once used this palm technique with the cultivation of Saint Venerable to kill a half-emperor warrior with one palm!

This is too terrible.

Although it is not difficult for geniuses to fight against each other, that is when they are at a low level and the challenge targets are all ordinary people.

For example, a 20-year-old genius in the early stage of the Earth Spirit Realm killed a 300-year-old in the middle stage of the Earth Spirit Realm. It is obvious that the latter has average talent and exhausted potential. Although he has an advantage in realm, his combat power is just mediocre.

But the late stage of martial arts is different. Not to mention the Saint, there are no ordinary people after the Heavenly Spirit Realm, because ordinary people can't cultivate to this realm at all.

A creature who can become a half-emperor is also an invincible genius in a star field.

However, he was still killed by the Hongwu Emperor, who was also a genius.

This is enough to show the power of the heavy eight palms!

Le Zhao herself is a top genius among the children of the Ming Dynasty royal family. She has practiced the [heavy eight palms] thoroughly. She has been practicing since she was six years old. Now her palm intention is perfect, and she can use the power of the law freely when wielding it.

She was evaluated by the Ming Emperor of the time as "quite like Taizu".

At this moment, he swung his palm, and boundless wind and clouds surged, and strange phenomena appeared. The energy and artistic conception in the palm were mixed, and at an extremely fast speed, it instantly penetrated multiple spaces and blasted towards the ancient Yaksha clan strongman.

"Roar!"

After the Yaksha clan strongman was resurrected from the dead, although his appearance was no different from a living body, in fact, all his three souls and seven spirits were lost. Like a living dead, he could only fight according to his past memories and body instincts.

Sensing the coming of the crisis, he roared, and under the urging of the Yaksha clan's combat experience, he resisted with his arms horizontally, and his magical powers were fully displayed between his arms.

However, after a "bang".

The figure of the Yaksha clan flew out like a kite with a broken string, and the black robe on his body was mostly destroyed by the palm power, revealing the red skin inside.

Obviously, the power of the heavy eight palms was not something he could resist.

"How could this happen? You are only at the tenth level of the Heavenly Spirit Realm! I, the ancient Yaksha slave, am at the twenty-fifth level of the Heavenly Spirit Realm!"

The thirty-sixth prince next to him was stunned, and his eyes gradually showed an expression of disbelief, no longer as "free and easy" as before.

"Brother, you are too naive!"

The one who responded to him was Le Zhao's figure that approached him as if teleporting.

The next second, the jade hand was raised high and landed on the face of the thirty-sixth prince at a very fast speed. With a "snap", an obvious red mark appeared.

The body of the thirty-sixth prince was also blown away, following the footsteps of the Yaksha clan.

In this slap, Le Zhao only used one thousandth of his strength.

After all, the thirty-sixth prince's cultivation was not high, but only in the middle stage of the Earthly Spirit Realm. In Le Zhao's eyes, there was no difference between him and ordinary people. If he really used force, even an ordinary slap would be enough to split his head.

"Ah! You dare to hit me!"

However, this slap did not wake up the 36th prince. He got up from the ground in pain, covering his swollen face. There seemed to be more tears in his eyes. He shouted angrily: "Yaksha slave, kill her for me! Kill her!"

"Kill!"

The ancient Yaksha tribe felt that its master was injured, and its expression was furious. Its body instantly changed from red to dark blue. It was the second form of the Yaksha tribe.state.

Having seen this state during the inn attack half a year ago, Le Zhao was not surprised.

With a slightly narrowed expression and a cold snort, he suddenly rushed out again and slapped the opponent's crown with one palm.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, the terrifying force burst out at this moment, and it was actually directly shattered into pieces, and the brain was splattered all over the floor.

Zhou Jun watched the battle from the back, and couldn't help squinting his eyes, surprised at Le Zhao's strength.

As expected of the top genius of the Ming royal family, one of the leading young people in the Taizu star field, this strength is indeed beyond words.

Recalling the first time they met, the way he was "forced" into a desperate situation by the Yaksha killer, I can only sigh that his acting skills are too superb.

"I'm afraid that at that time, she had already noticed that I, who lived next door, had not left..."

Zhou Jun reacted belatedly.

How could such a top genius be frightened by the childish assassination of the thirty-sixth prince?

Just like now, when she killed the ancient Yaksha tribe with one palm.

The little Sanshiliu beside him was also shocked and trembled all over.

"What? Isn't the demon in your heart going to show up? Why doesn't it show up?"

Le Zhao swept over with a look of oppression from an elder sister. Although her voice was not loud, it was full of pressure in this situation.

The little Sanshiliu sat on the ground in fear. As her body trembled, she cried a little, and her big eyes were misty with tears.

"With your bear-like appearance, you still want to kill me and your eldest brother, the prince? Do you really think that you can run rampant with a Yaksha slave of more than 20 layers in the Heavenly Spirit Realm?"

Le Zhao walked over, raised his hand, and "slap, slap, slap" three slaps were slapped on the face of the thirty-sixth prince, beating the bear kid into a pig's head.

Zhou Jun looked at this scene and felt a little familiar.

After pondering for a while, he finally realized it.

Oh, yes, Lin Muyao also beat her brother in the Yang family auction house!

Similar people, similar plots, just played out so vividly on the other side of the universe.

"Tsk, such a strong sense of fate."

Zhou Jun shook his head in amazement, sighing from the bottom of his heart.