Traveling through the sky: Ten Thousand Worlds Repairing the Sky System

"Qiong Lai Mountain is naturally not worthy of my shot, but a genius who has the hope of advancing to the Mahayana stage, even if I sacrifice my life, I will not hesitate." Lieyang Shenjun looked at King Zhenhai coldly and said.

"Hmph, you Lie Yang Shenjun said it nicely, I'm afraid you want to hug the thigh of this fellow Taoist in front of you?" King Zhenhai said disdainfully.

"Whatever you want to say, but now the outcome of the failure of the foreign coalition forces is inevitable." Lie Yang Shenjun didn't care about King Zhenhai's ridicule, and looked around casually.

Lie Yang Shenjun didn't seem to care about King Zhenhai's attack at all, but King Zhenhai's face was gloomy.

Among the alien army, the gods and demons are fighting in a large formation, no one can resist, it is a unilateral slaughter.

"Devil, if you don't stop, I will die with you." Xue Tu felt the increasingly gloomy face of King Zhenhai, and couldn't help roaring as he watched the Void Refining Stage monks fall one by one in the alien army.

In the alien army, there are many descendants of monks in the fusion stage, who originally followed the blood slaughter to gain military merits.Who would have thought that meeting Lu Qing, not only did he fail to gain any military merit, but instead he would risk his own life in it.

Xuetu didn't even dare to imagine what kind of pressure he would face after returning to the clan.

During this period of time alone, Xue Tu saw more than a dozen Yaksha monks who died in the Great Formation of the Gods and Gods and who were closely related to the monks in the integration period.

"go to hell!"

Finally, Xue Tu could no longer calm down, reversed the blood essence, and wanted to fight desperately with the blood god clone.

Boom!

In the void, a phantom of the Yaksha family about thirty feet high looked down at the void. His cold eyes made people stiffen, and the aura of the blood slaughter also skyrocketed at this moment, directly breaking through to the late stage of fusion.

"Since you are looking for death with all your heart, then I will help you!" Xue Tu's cultivation base skyrocketed, feeling the surging breath all over his body, and coldly shouted at the blood god clone.

In the void, the huge golden hammer is like a hill, crushing the void. Even if the blood god avatar has the strength close to the middle stage of fusion, it feels that the true energy is not flowing smoothly, and it is difficult to move the body.

"Not good!" The blood god clone's face darkened, and he suddenly felt bad.

Feeling that it was difficult to move, the blood god avatar ran the "Blood Nerve" with all its strength, but the effect was not obvious, and it was too late to get out of the range of the blood slaughter sledgehammer.

"Haha, it's too late to escape now!" Xuetu sneered as he looked at the Blood God clone.

Xuetu's cultivation has skyrocketed, and he has paid a big price, which may even affect his late stage of advanced integration.

For forcing me to this point, I must make you pay in blood.Xue Tu looked at the Blood God clone and thought coldly in his heart.

In the void, it was difficult for the Blood God avatar to escape, so he resolutely gave up struggling. Instead, he took a deep breath and gathered the blood cloud around him, as if he wanted to rely on the blood cloud to resist the attack of the sledgehammer.

"Die!" Seeing the Blood God's avatar struggling hard, but unable to stop his sledgehammer, Xue Tu couldn't help laughing out of ecstasy.

Bang!

A muffled sound came, and the blood god avatar turned into a puddle of blood directly under the sledgehammer, floating on the battlefield.

"Haha, you think you can compete with the monks in the fusion stage with some supernatural powers and secret techniques, you are really overconfident!" Xuetu was extremely happy, holding a sledgehammer, and shouting wantonly.

After beheading the clone of the blood god, Xue Tu turned his attention to the Great Formation of Dutian Shensha.

In his feeling, this formation puts more pressure on him than the blood god avatar.

However, Xue Tu was extremely confident, because in his divine sense, the monk who presided over the formation was only a monk in the early stage of refining the void.

Could it be that a monk who relied on formations to fight fiercely was stronger than a mid-stage demon cultivator?

Xue Tu's self-confidence was overwhelming, and he held a sledgehammer to kill Du Tianshen's formation.

Break it for me!

The sledgehammer once again exploded with twelve points of power, trying to break the formation with one blow.

The cost of Xue Tu's secret technique is very high, the longer the time, the more serious the sequelae, so naturally he will not delay.

The moment the sledgehammer hit, the surrounding void turned black, crushing the void.

However, this time there was no crushing situation.

In the big formation of Dutian Shensha, the Dutian demon cloud rolled and turned into a demon god shaped like a yellow sac with four wings on his back.With one flap of its four wings, the demon god escaped Xue Tu's suppression directly.

While escaping from the suppression, a fist-sized chaotic god thunder formed in the formation, carrying the breath of destruction, and smashed towards the blood slaughter.

Rumble!

The power of Dutian Shenlei has been enhanced again, and a single divine thunder directly blows up the low-grade Lingbao, which lacks spirituality and almost drops the rank.

pedal!pedal!pedal!

Xue Tu took three or four steps back before avoiding the aftermath of Dutianshenlei, and looked at Dutianshenlei in disbelief.

He also didn't expect that a formation is not only as powerful as a late stage fit, but also so flexible.

Dijiang Demon God composed of Dutian Moyun traveled through the void, and before Xue Tu could react, the second Dutian Thunder directly covered his face.

"This is impossible!" Xue Tu turned pale with shock.

He had seen the power of Dutian Divine Thunder, so he naturally didn't dare to directly face this kind of divine thunder that could destroy late stage monks.

Seeing Dutian Shenlei right in front of him, Xuetu understood that it was too late to avoid it.At this time, Xuetu could only block the spiritually damaged natal magic weapon in front of him, and tried his best to resist Dutian Shenlei.

Boom!

On the battlefield, gray thunder lights ran around, and some monks in the Void Refining Stage who had no time to dodge were directly turned into fly ash.

Woohoo!

At the same time, a blood-colored figure appeared directly behind Xue Tu, and a pitch-black small cauldron was held in the hands of the blood-colored figure, exuding terrifying devouring power towards Xue Tu.

The bloody figure was the clone of the blood god, and what he was holding in his hand was the magic weapon of the red blood—the Soul Refining Cauldron.

"How is this possible!" Xue Tu couldn't help but yelled the moment he saw the Blood God clone.

I don't know if it's because I can't believe that the Blood God avatar has come back from the dead, or because I can't believe that Chi Xue's talisman is in his hands.

However, now is not the time for Xuetu to think about these things.

The soul-eating supernatural power of the soul-refining cauldron crazily pulled on Xue Tu's soul, shaking his mind.

Xuetu used the secret technique, although his cultivation has improved a lot, but his spiritual sense has not improved at all. The Soul Refining Cauldron is his nemesis, not to mention that he has to face Dutian Shenlei now.

"King of Zhenhai, help!"

Xuetu was attacked by enemies, so he could only ask the King of Zhenhai for help.

However, Lu Qing did not give him this chance.

Dutian Shenlei blasted a big hole in Xuetu's chest, and the aftermath of Shenlei's aftermath destroyed his body in his body, making him lose his resistance for an instant.

Just as Xue Tu's cry for help came out, a bloody sword light flashed in front of his eyes, and directly chopped off his head.

"Human boy, you are courting death!"

The surrounding scenery gradually darkened, and Xue Tu vaguely heard a loud shout.