Kyushu Daoist Master

Under the blessing of violent energy and blood, the aura on Yang Ze's body became particularly terrifying. The terrifying feeling made Yang Ze look not like a warrior at all, but like a wild and ferocious beast, which was able to exert such arrogant oppression. breath.

Yang Ze's long hair moved automatically without wind. At this moment, there was a blood-red sun transforming behind him. It was a divine sun rising rapidly at this time. The divine sun contained unimaginable power. Yang Ze's back rose, which further enhanced Yang Ze's tyrannical physical power and became even more powerful.

The immortal body of Shenyang has reached the limit of Yang Ze's physical strength. At this time, Yang Ze suddenly grabbed his hands and took the lead to capture Ling Meng's body before the clone could react.

Ling Meng's clone, who was still imprisoned by a faint layer of colorful light, suddenly shrank his eyes at this moment. He did not expect that Yang Ze dared to catch him at such a close distance. This was a court of death. All he had to do was wait until he broke through the confinement and came out. He can directly kill Yang Ze.

"What do you want to do!" But Ling Meng's clone knew that Yang Ze was definitely not an idiot. Yang Ze definitely had his reasons for doing this now.

“You’ll know what you want to do just by looking at it!”

Yang Ze completely caught Ling Meng's clone. Under the violent energy and blood blessing, his physical body had grown a lot. In comparison at this moment, Ling Meng's clone was really small, and the round of Shenyang behind him, at this moment It was completely covered, wrapping Yang Ze and Ling Meng's clones in it.

Spouting out another mouthful of blood essence, Yang Ze moved his will and rushed towards the colorful turntable with the essence blood. At this time, his will and blood essence were all integrated into the colorful turntable, causing a blood-red light to appear outside the colorful turntable. Halo, under the blessing of that halo, the colorful turntable continued to rotate crazily, and the colorful light on it continued to shine, so that there was still a thin layer of colorful light outside Ling Meng's clone, and he could not break free at once.

With the help of these last seven-colored rays of light, the power of Yang Ze's whole body suddenly exploded. The five elements of power gathered under his feet, and he used the five elements escape technique to grab Ling Meng's clone and gallop forward together.

As soon as he moved, the terrifying aura on his body spread out. Nothing could stop his steps at this time, and everything was rushed away by his body.

Yang Ze's sprint caused Ling Meng's clone's expression to change suddenly. Ling Meng's clone now seemed to know what Yang Ze was going to do, and he roared and tried to struggle out.

During his struggle this time, great power burst out from his body. That power impacted the colorful light, causing more cracks on the colorful turntable, and the Taoist rhyme on it was passing quickly.

And there was still power leaking out. The power directly bombarded Yang Ze's body, causing an impact on Yang Ze's body. Cracks appeared on the surface of Yang Ze's body at this time. Those cracks were wounds, directly like these The wounds began to spread, more and more.

The wounds were torn open, causing severe pain to Yang Ze. The pain was heartbreaking. Yang Ze's eyes were red, and there was a more crazy look in his eyes. It was just the madness caused by this pain. It won't let him let go, it will only make him more tenacious and more desperate to hold on to this clone.

"ah!"

The three-breath time has passed! In Yang Ze's roar, he rushed across a large distance and approached the land of the Holy Fall!

Ling Meng's clone could sense that the distance between himself and the Holy Land was getting shorter and shorter, and it kept getting closer to the dark mist. Panic appeared in his heart. He never expected that Yang Ze would be so crazy, let alone that Yang Ze would use such a method. He actually wanted to drag himself into the Land of the Holy Fall with him.

He is not here in person. Once he is pulled into the Holy Land, with the power of his clone, there is almost no way to resist the strange power of the Holy Land. In the end, this clone will only perish, and Yang Ze will also Take this opportunity to escape.

"Let me go!"

Lingmeng Supreme roared and spared no expense, and the power in his body was released crazily. During this excessive release, a large number of scars appeared on the surface of his temporary clone, which was a symbol that the body could not withstand the power.

The body has begun to enter the process of breaking, but at the same time as it is broken, powerful forces are constantly bursting out. All those forces fall on Yang Ze, trying to make the current Yang Ze loosen his hands, and at the same time impact this Lun Shenyang, trying to break Shenyang.

Cracks also began to appear on the surface of Shenyang. Five or six huge cracks crisscrossed Shenyang. It seemed that Shenyang would not be able to hold on for long before it would fall apart. The colorful turntable was densely covered with cracks, and it looked like it wouldn't last long. Even Yang Ze's face now had wounds, and it looked like his body was about to explode.

Yang Ze's face was ferocious. Bearing the power of Ling Meng's clone at such a close distance was extremely harmful to him. He could feel that the injuries on his body were becoming more and more serious. The serious injuries caused his life to drain away quickly.

But he still didn't let go, because the land of the Holy Fall was just ahead. At this time, he was betting to see whether he could survive until the end, or whether Ling Meng's clone could break free first and kill him.

Crazy. As he got closer and closer to the Holy Land, Yang Ze went crazy. Ling Meng's clone also went crazy. Yang Ze's Five Elements Escape Technique could no longer reach the extremely fast speed and could only maintain a relatively gentle speed. Rush to the Holy Land.

Now both of them are betting on who can hold on to the end, but it is obvious that Ling Meng's clone is more afraid. His original body is the Supreme, and he is more afraid of death. He doesn't want to die so easily. He is high above, why should he die so easily? He still wants to live, he wants to live forever.

In this fear, Ling Meng's clone's faith began to waver. This wavering is the best opportunity for Yang Ze, because he is fearless, he has no identity, and all he needs to do is to survive.

"Go in!"

In Yang Ze's madness, the two of them finally came to the edge of the Holy Land of Fallen. Yang Ze pushed hard, and Ling Meng's clone was led by him and pushed into the Holy Land of Fallen, and Yang Ze himself also followed into the Holy Land of Fallen.

Darkness, coldness, for these two seriously injured people, this is all they see now, in this darkness and coldness, there is also an indescribable palpitation.

They finally came to the Holy Land of Falling Saints. The Holy Land of Falling Saints is indeed the first forbidden place in the starry sky. The starry sky outside was shattered because of the battle between the two of them, but in the Holy Land of Falling Saints, everything was normal, and it was not affected by the battle fluctuations outside. Everything was very quiet.

But it was this extreme silence that made Ling Meng's clone tremble involuntarily. Ling Meng's clone's body was barely intact at this time, but he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

On the other side, Yang Ze's situation was very bad. Yang Ze's body was broken into pieces, and his internal organs were exposed. His vitality was a little disordered, but he could sense that there was a strong power in Yang Ze's body protecting his vitality, so that he was not in danger of life now. This strong power was the power of the supreme foundation.

Ling Meng's clone in the Holy Land of Falling Saints looked at Yang Ze. The murderous intent in his eyes never dissipated. The matter was done. He just wanted to kill Yang Ze and let Yang Ze die with him.

But just when he was about to kill, a repressive aura suddenly emerged in the darkness. The repressive aura that suddenly appeared enveloped Yang Ze and Ling Meng's clone. Ling Meng's clone's expression changed drastically, and he even sped up, taking advantage of the fact that the power in the Holy Land of Fallen had not yet erupted, and approached Yang Ze.

Yang Ze watched Ling Meng's clone approaching, and a green light rose on his arm, and it was the Huaqing Sword that appeared. Without Yang Ze's control, the Huaqing Sword, which had become a Taoist soldier, swept out with a sword.

The green light pressed down and swept directly on Ling Meng's clone's body. The powerful impact force exploded, and the green light was torn apart. The Huaqing Sword dimmed a lot and flew back to Yang Ze's arm, but this sword also achieved some effect, causing Ling Meng's clone's body to pause.

"I tried my best." Huaqing Sword's voice was a little tired, and then it lost its brilliance.

After a pause, Ling Meng's clone continued to grab Yang Ze, but this time the repressive aura became stronger, and Ling Meng's clone felt a breath of death approaching.

This time, Yang Ze's right hand moved again, and the Thunder Blood Evil Knife slashed out directly at Ling Meng's clone. Ling Meng's clone looked ferocious, and grabbed with his right hand, directly using his palm to block the fall of the knife.

The collision between the knife and the palm immediately cut a wound on Ling Meng's clone's palm. He used his palm to block the Taoist soldier, and his broken body could not resist it.

But Ling Meng's clone did not retreat, because this knife was not enough to make him retreat. At this moment, he let the power of this knife fall on him, and he continued to move forward and kill Yang Ze.

At this critical moment, in this dark holy land, something darker appeared. The darkness in the darkness is a major horror of this holy land, and Ling Meng's clone also felt the appearance of this darker darkness, and his eyes immediately showed a chill.

"Here it comes!" Ling Meng's clone said in his heart, and his hand did not stop, and continued to grab Yang Ze's body.

Just as his hand was about to grab Yang Ze, Yang Ze put his two fingers on his right hand together, and activated the Hunyuan Piaomiao Qigong. The Hunyuan Piaomiao Qi in his body, which had been nurtured for more than a hundred years and had never been used, was mobilized at this time, and all gathered on the two fingers of his right hand. The two fingers of his right hand suddenly pointed out and went straight to the palm of Ling Meng's clone.

Boom!

The finger force surged wildly, blocking the hand of Ling Meng's clone. Yang Ze's eyes showed a crazy look, and at the same time, a reincarnation vortex appeared behind him. The reincarnation power in it rushed into Yang Ze's body wildly to help Yang Ze resist this hand.

The cold light in Ling Meng's clone's eyes became stronger and stronger, because the darkness had appeared, and at this time, the darkness was attacking his body and was about to wrap around his body.

The erosion of darkness began at this moment!

"Damn it, the power of the Holy Land of Fallen has erupted, I want you to die!" Ling Meng's clone noticed that his remaining vitality began to dissipate rapidly, knowing that time was running out, and he silently thought, and his eyes suddenly glowed red.

At the same time, Yang Ze saw a red dot appear between the eyebrows of Ling Meng's clone. As soon as the red dot appeared, Yang Ze immediately sensed a strong breath of the Supreme.

"Supreme blood!" Yang Ze's eyes suddenly shrank. A drop of Supreme blood was also integrated into the Supreme's projection clone. Looking at the appearance of Ling Meng's clone, it was obvious that he wanted to directly detonate this drop of Supreme blood.

There was a destructive aura spreading out from the Supreme Blood. This destructive aura was not covered by the darkness, and it made Yang Ze feel that the crisis of death was approaching. He wanted to pull away, but Ling Meng's clone restrained him. He is now There was no way to leave.

"Since this clone is going to die anyway, I might as well drag you to die with me. I originally wanted to spare your life to see what secrets you have, but now it seems that I can only kill you. ”

The crazy tone of Ling Meng's clone came out, and as he spoke, the red light on the Supreme Blood became more and more dazzling, spreading out, and the red light sprinkled on Yang Ze's body.

Yang Ze's heart was beating wildly, but on the surface he was pretending to be calm. He was constantly calling Blackstone. The crisis was coming, and Blackstone was his last hope. He could only hope that Blackstone could react now and help him resolve the crisis in front of him. crisis.

But for some reason, Black Stone didn't react at all, which put Yang Ze in a dangerous situation. When he was anxious, the darkness suddenly spread out at an unimaginable speed, and instantly completely enveloped Ling Meng's clone. .

As soon as the darkness enveloped Ling Meng's clone, the power of the Supreme Blood exploded completely. The violent power swept out and hit the darkness heavily.

Yang Ze saw some blood-red light appearing in the darkness ahead. The blood-red light was the light released by the self-destruction of the Supreme Blood, which was impacting the darkness.

After seeing this scene, Yang Ze was a little shocked. At first, it was easy for the darkness to kill the messenger of the Yuanchen Realm. The messenger of the Yuanchen Realm did not stir up any trouble, but now it is to kill Ling Meng's clone. Being shocked by a drop of supreme blood, it is impossible to easily obliterate this drop of supreme blood.

"The power of the Supreme is so terrifying. It seems that the Holy Land is not absolutely protected. If multiple Supremes come in person, it may be difficult to resist." Yang Ze looked at the darkness in front of him and stepped back a little.

As he retreated, the blood-red color in the darkness in front gradually disappeared, and the powerful fluctuations also gradually dissipated. After about a quarter of an hour, all the fluctuations dissipated without a trace.