Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

"Roar!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw seven-colored divine radiance suddenly lit up outside his body, and the bones all over his body seemed to be emitting a fairy charm.

At this time, Long Aotian is like a dragon lord who has been banished from the nine heavens, and the supreme power is gushing out, shining the entire void where he is in brilliant.

Then, he swung his palm again, covering the world and resisting the ten phantoms of Yama.

One after another golden dragon talismans are connected to each other, like chains, entwining the heavens.

This kind of power was so terrifying that even the sky was pierced through, revealing dark and deep cracks.

And Ning Wuchuan's face became extremely solemn.

He could feel that at the moment Long Aotian made a move, the entire Yan Luo formation was on the verge of being broken.

As expected of an ancient freak, this kind of combat power is really not comparable to modern times.

Of course, if Ning Wuchuan's realm can step into the supreme level, under the same realm, this miscellaneous dragon is nothing to fear.

It's a pity, after all, it's a long time, and it has taken some advantage of time.

"Boom!!"

Long Aotian's expression was indifferent, and his blood was surging.

And with every shot he made, Yan Luo's formation would shatter into many fine cracks.

The golden runes run through the sky and the earth, like a trapped ancient beast, once it breaks free, it will be lost forever.

"This holy son is a bit fierce."

A thought flashed across Meng Yu's side pupils, and he actually felt a bit of oppression on Long Aotian's body.

In the past, when encountering such difficult opponents, there were young masters standing in front of them, fighting against each other.

But this time, the young master did not show up, and he just felt the real danger of this immortal journey.

Inexplicably, Meng Yupang felt unspeakably moved.

What time is quiet is good, but someone is carrying the weight for you to move forward.

"You guys retreat first, I will stop him and send a voice transmission to the young master, telling him...a big fish has taken the bait."

Ning Wuchuan looked indifferent, still without a trace of fear.

Even if he knows that Long Aotian's strength is not something he can compete with at all.

But, what does it matter, what I would rather Wuchuan want...was never lingering on my last breath, but a clear understanding in the midst of killing and dying.

Because all the ordeals that cannot destroy me will eventually make me stronger!

"Brother Wuchuan, I'm with you."

Meng Yu shook his head, and he didn't intend to back down in the slightest.

"The Destiny Guard still needs to be tempered. If today's losses are heavy, this responsibility...can you bear it?"

Ning Wuchuan frowned, with the combat power of him, Meng Yupan and Jiubai Tianmingwei, if he fought to the death, he might not be able to kill Supreme.

However, such a price must be extremely heavy.

No need.

As long as he can wait until the young master arrives, all Long Aotian and Ye Liangchen will die.

"But…"

Meng Yu was about to say something, but he heard a sudden rush of wind breaking above the void.

I saw Long Aotian grasping the palm of his hand, and a golden halberd suddenly emerged. The runes on it flowed and swept away, destroying all the phantoms of the ten Yamas.

"Too strong! Aotian Shengzi is really too strong."

In another void, nine demon saints covered their lips with horror.

even! !

Those who had resentment in their hearts before now looked at Long Aotian with sincere awe.

Since ancient times, beauties love heroes, especially this monster woman, and they love powerful men even more.

As for Long Aotian, no matter in terms of appearance, temperament or strength background, he is impeccable.

Especially at this time, facing thousands of enemies alone, he still has no fear, destroying all obstacles with absolute dominance.

This courage is really fascinating!

"Go, don't make trouble for me."

Ning Wuchuan looked indifferent, stepped out and fell into the formation.

At this time, there are also countless Dao patterns around his body, making up for all the broken formations.

even! !

In those pure black eyes, there was a certain kind of fanaticism.

Then! !

I saw him licking his lips, his hands rising slowly, and the Dao patterns around his body surged violently, turning into a phantom of Yama with a hundred feet, covering him.

It was a huge, dark skeleton, surrounded by endless black magic flames.

Seen from a distance, it looks like a god of the underworld that has come out of the underworld, deterring the eternity!

"Thirteen Yamas, Void Flames!"

Ning Wuchuan grinned, as if he had merged with the phantom. On his delicate and fair face, there were magic lines attached, showing the supreme evil.

Chapter 1768, a loach

"You think you can compete with me in this way?"

Long Aotian shook his head with a sarcastic expression, "Today I will tell you the difference between gods and ants!"

After the words fell, he took a step forward and rushed towards Ning Wuchuan.

The vast momentum resounded through the heavens, and only a red-gold glow covered the sky and the earth, like a surging sun.

The blue dome splits, and the mist rises.

And Long Aotian, like an ancient dragon god, broke through the world and descended from the sky.

only! !

Facing such an ancient monster with terrifying combat power, Ning Wuchuan's eyes did not have much emotion, and he thrust out his palm across the sky.

Behind him, that terrifying phantom also stretched out its palm and crushed it down.

"boom!"

In just a split second, the entire barren mountain exploded and turned into dust. It was impossible to bear this vain flame that gathered the divine power of the Thirteen Yamas!

"Out of control."

Long Aotian sneered, and his attack was a magical power of the Jiao clan.

I saw the shadow of a golden flood dragon descending from the sky, moving like thunder, shaking the sky.

At this time, everyone could only see that the moment the palm print collided with the golden dragon, thousands of miles of void suddenly set off waves.

And the formation that originally imprisoned the world broke open directly, and the cracks penetrated through, which was shocking.

The nine beauties from the monster tribe were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they dodged in embarrassment. Even Huahua and Meng Yu were surprised.

Obviously, these two offensives have already transcended the scope of the Holy Realm, and they are simply not something that ordinary contemporary people can resist.

"Push!"

Ning Wuchuan's face turned pale, a thread of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and fell out in embarrassment.

At this time, the entire arm of the phantom behind him was shattered, the runes were flickering, and the momentum was sluggish.

On the other hand, Long Aotian, although he was not as embarrassed as Ning Wuchuan, but the aura around him also fluctuated a bit.

Obviously, the offensive just now was also a great loss to him!

"Hmph! As a person in the holy realm, you can be proud of being able to persist in the hands of this holy son until now."

Long Aotian shook his hand, and saw that golden divine halberd resurfaced again, with divine scales appearing on it, and smashed down toward Ning Wuchuan.

"boom!!"

The sky and the earth split apart, and deep gullies spread out, destroying all directions.

Even the people standing in the forest were shocked to retreat at this time, with a sluggish expression.

Huahua and Meng Yu looked at each other, after all, they never left Ning Wuchuan behind, and raised their feet to meet the golden eucalyptus.

"you!!"

Ning Wuchuan frowned, and sighed softly from the bottom of his heart.

He understands that with Meng Yupang's Huahua's mind, if he escapes today, there will be flaws in his mind in the future.

But, after the fight just now, he also knows that this Long Aotian is indeed very strong.

It's not just because of the realm, he seems to have an aura that transcends mortal creatures, which is not something that people in the holy realm can resist.

Even if Meng Yu and Huahua attack together, it may be difficult to kill him.

"act recklessly."

Holding the golden halberd in his hand, Long Aotian stood in the sky, looking down at the three people below with disdain.

Although! !

The dragon aura on Huahua's body is indeed extremely pure.

But, how can a first-rank Saint Realm contend against him?

The fall of this halberd is invincible in the present age, and it is absolutely impossible for anyone to bear it.

only! ! !

Just when the divine halberd fell and was about to hit the three of Huahua, the void there suddenly rippled.

Immediately afterwards, a figure in black stepped out, looking at Long Aotian calmly.

In the next moment, he stretched out one hand, facing the hundred-foot divine halberd.

This scene looks extremely ridiculous!

On one side is the supreme supernatural power displayed by Long Aotian, and on the other side... is a slender and white palm.

even! !

At this time, the black-clothed figure didn't have any fluctuations in spiritual power at all, as if he did it at will.

The world is silent! !

Even the nine beauties from the monster race in the distance had a flash of shock and surprise in their eyes.

"What a handsome back!"

"I can't see clearly, the aura there is too dazzling..."

"It's a pity to die like this..."

At this time, all the women were standing on tiptoes, trying to see the face of the black-clothed figure clearly.

"Huh? Here comes another unknown thing."

Long Aotian's golden eyes were bright, and his expression was extremely disdainful.

Although he didn't know how these human races broke into the land of Huangluo.

However, since it is contemporary, there is no surprise.

"clang!!"

only! !

Just when everyone's moods were different and their eyes were all focused on the figure in black, the shadow of the hundred-foot-long halberd finally fell completely.

But... What is frightening is that the imagined scene of flying flesh and blood did not appear.