The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

"We were careless." Yaoyue was born in Yaochi, and there are many classics in this field, thinking of it now, he couldn't help but sigh.

Chu Heng's situation at this time was really beyond their expectations.

"Actually speaking, there are traces to follow." Dongfang Bubai paused: "My husband's practice is too fast."

"Generally speaking, it takes 500 years for a monk to ascend to ascension, and the most talented monk that can be found in the classics takes [-] years, but what about my husband? It takes only one-tenth of the time for others. In this way, my husband's experience and understanding of heaven The preparations for robbery are far inferior to others. kuuhuu"

Dongfang Bubai said with a serious face: "This is the same as when I became a demon in the past. The faster I practice, the more obvious the flaws in my heart will be. My husband has gone from the Nascent Soul stage to the Ascension stage in a short period of time, which is only a year. No, this kind of diligence will make this time so dangerous."

Dongfang Bubai's words are not without reason, but at this time, they can't help Chu Heng.

"It's useless to say these things at this time, what can you do?" Yaoyue said decisively.

Dongfang Bubai was silent for a long time before he replied dryly: "There is no way, this calamity can only depend on oneself."

At this time, Chu Heng was not feeling well either.

It was just like a whisper, but now it was like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, buzzing in his mind.

"Take refuge in my lord, and you will be reborn in bliss!"

His strength has increased too fast, which has led to some weaknesses in his spiritual cultivation, which are fully exposed at this time.

Both Buddhism and Taoism have spells and scriptures to stabilize the mind and defend against external demons, but Chu Heng does not!

The boundless illusion and all kinds of temptations made him almost unable to control himself at this time.

Seeing that his soul was about to be shrouded in darkness.

A light blade appeared in his spirit!

"What is this!" Ye Motian's anxious voice shocked Chu Heng, who was already drowsy.

This breath excited Chu Heng and made Ye Motian tremble even more.

"Why do you have this thing in your mind!" Ye Motian spoke at this time, as if he was trembling.

He couldn't help being afraid, a majestic figure was standing in Chu Heng's soul...  

Pangu!

Open Heaven Mark!

The treasure that Tongtian left in Chu Heng's mind once again played its role at this time.

"Extraterritorial Demon! Die!"

Pangu seemed to have his own consciousness, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was like thunder.

According to legend, when Pangu created the world, three thousand demon gods blocked the way, but he beheaded them one by one.

No matter how strong Ye Motian is, he can't compete with the demon god born in the chaos. Even if it's just a thought, he can't bear it.

He let out a strange cry and hurried out of Chu Heng's mind.

Blessed to the heart, Chu Heng stretched out his hand, and the Qinggang sword appeared in his hand.

Following the movement of Pan Gu in the soul, a mysterious and mysterious sword light appeared in the vast void.

"what!"

A scream came from Ye Motian's mouth. Ye Motian, who seemed confident just now, was in a panic.

"You ant!" He said out of breath, and the blood on his body became thicker.

"Unforgivable!"

Ye Motian never thought that one day he would be forced into such a situation by a little monk who had just ascended.Although he is not in his prime, but as one of the Six Desire Heavenly Demons, he was a Buddha back then and he was not afraid, but now he is so embarrassed!

Chu Heng didn't feel his killing intent at all, and even at this time he had fallen into a state of complete enlightenment.

Every movement of his is derived from the movements of Pangu in his soul.

The boundless mystery made it impossible for Ye Motian, who was in a panic, to avoid it.

This kind of feeling is like a beginner in calligraphy, let the most outstanding calligraphers of all ages hold his hand and teach him stroke by stroke. What kind of opportunity is this?

The more Yemotian fought, the more frightened he became.

He could see clearly at this time that Chu Heng's strength could be said to be much weaker than him. Although he was stronger than those monks who had just ascended in the past, he still didn't put it in his eyes.

But his moves made Ye Motian feel like he had seen Dao, and he couldn't even hide, let alone fight back. .

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The first thousand and 190 chapter four

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What made Ye Motian even more desperate was that Chu Heng was stronger with one sword than one sword, and he actually slowly improved his swordsmanship during the battle with him!

Of course he didn't understand that the biggest source of Chu Heng's strength at this time came from Pan Gu's teachings. Although Pan Gu only had a little thought left, at this time, his strength far exceeded Chu Heng's own. (—)

"I remember it!" Ye Motian was originally a cunning demon, but now he lost his fighting spirit and was naturally preparing to escape.

Chu Heng was still in a daze, trapped in that mysterious realm, and never woke up.

After Ye Motian finished speaking, the wings behind him trembled, and his whole body turned into a bloody light, which exploded suddenly.