Saint Ancestor of Void Extreme

boom!

The sound of horror exploded.

Space seems to be penetrated at this moment.

At this moment, it seems that time is still at this moment. I saw Chu Jingtian lifted his fist, as if smashing the space, disappeared on the spot, and when he appeared again, he was standing in front of Moya.

And that white jade-like fist was printed lightly on the cliff's ghost.

"Oh!"

Heaven and earth, as if only the power of this punch is left.

After seeing this fist fall, Mo Ya's body was like the sea that set off thousands of waves, and it was trembling on the spot without the slightest interval.

In silence, he tempered the ghost body for 3,000 years, but it was broken by this punch, and his face was shocked with disbelief.

"boom!"

It wasn't until a moment later that the crackling sounded loudly.

Everyone was stunned and staring at the broken ghost, and they were so horrified that they couldn't shut their mouths together.

"Hit a punch?"

Fan Xuanran almost didn't bite his tongue.

Wu Lei and Bei Hong were still excited in the future, but Dong Chengwu aside, said in a deep voice: "Not yet ... the breath of the cliff is still there!"

Everyone quickly sensed it.

Although Moya's ghost was shattered, his breath was not cut in the slightest.

The demons, still kneeling on the ground, did not dare to take any action.

"Roar!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a sudden change in the field.

I saw countless dark fog tornadoes converging violently. The cliffs that were originally smashed by Chu Jingtian's punches and torn apart from the body were quickly recovered, gradually condensed, and instantly formed a humanoid prototype.

First the skull, then the torso, followed by the limbs, hands and feet.

However, within a few fingers, Mo Ya reunited with a ghost, and it was almost the same as before.

"Little boy, your fist is just the same! In this Cliff Palace, I am immortal, and I can't kill me with your strength at all!" Mo Ya laughed.

"Roar!"

With his voice, countless demon Qi Qi shouted cheering.

The terrifying roar almost overturned the sky above Cliff Palace!

"So terrible punch, it didn't hurt him at all? How is this possible?" Dong Chengwu looked unbelievably, but no matter how he didn't believe it, Mo Ya was still intact.

"Isn't he really dead?" Despair arose in the eyes of everyone.

In the face of a power that is almost in a crushing position, it is an immortal existence. No matter who it is, it will feel despair.

Mo Ya looked at Chu Jingtian, with even more surprise in his eyes:

"Xiaowaer, your physical strength is beyond my imagination. You should cultivate the ancestral art of the dragon! But I am afraid that the physique cultivated by the ancestors of the Dadaoxian ancestors is less than you!

He sneered, while staring at Chu Jingtian with his eyes fixed, his greed became stronger.

Cliff is quite right.

The ancestors of the immortal ancestors of the avenue, even if they were practicing the ancestral art of ancestral dragons, were only half-way monks. It's like rebuilding a towering tall building on the basis of a thatched hut, which will always fail to achieve perfect body.

But Chu Jingtian's first practice was the ancestral dragon technique. Each step reached the limit of great consummation, and he had already become a naked body.

"Hey!"

He said, stepping forward.

The body covered in black mist actually rose when the wind rose, and suddenly it became a height of seven or eight feet. The black mist floating outside the body turned out to condense swiftly, forming a series of scales, almost in an instant, he turned into a green-faced fangs and a single-headed black armored ghost.

Fan Xuanran's body of Yang Mo Qiankun was dwarfed immediately by Mo Ya's ghost.

"Hey!"

Moya raised his hand and grabbed him. He was huge in size, but instead of being slow, he increased his speed several times. The ghost's claw came, and immediately brought up five white air waves, and in an instant it was already an opportunity to lock Chu Jingtian's body.

This claw looks ordinary, but in fact, it quietly blocked Chu Jingtian's entire body. Even if he felt the direction of the other party, he would be inevitable.

Chu Jingtian looked indifferent, and the whole body's qi, blood, qi, and mana worked to the extreme.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He blasted out five punches in a row, and those sensational waves that were hit with each punch exploded on the spot. Then the five fists merged into a single punch and slammed against the giant claws of the cliff.

"Boom!"

The rushing force swept out, and all of a sudden they blasted on the right claw of the cliff.

"boom!"

A violent explosion rang directly above the cliff palace.

Moya's body was like a hundred million tons of gunpowder, which was detonated on the spot at this moment. His right hand exploded on the spot, and then quickly spread out like a chain. It almost reached the arm in half a finger, and it exploded to the shoulder in the tumbling of black mist before stopping.

The cliff is also stepping back and forth, stepping on the ground like footprints left by ancient giants.

"Jack!"

Chu Fantian was repulsed three or four times, and Moya was also angry.

He screamed, and in the dark mist, his broken right arm recovered in an instant.

Chu Jingtian squinted his eyes, looking at the cliff that had recovered again, and couldn't help frowning secretly. The two punches he had previously made were replaced by any of the Seven Realm Powerhouses.

But the cliff is different. His ghost is a nothingness, and it is completely condensed by ghosts and gods. As long as the divine thoughts persist, we can recover again. And this Cliff Palace is his cave house, and the power provided by him is used by him freely.

Although he is powerful, he is not arrogant enough to be able to toughen the accumulation of the cliff over the past three thousand years.

"It seems that today you are not willing to give up this body obediently. In that case, then I will break your soul and see how you will resist me at that time!"

Moya grabbed her right hand ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ grabbed a bone whip from the void.

"This……"

Chu Jingtian narrowed his eyes, only to find the stuff familiar.

It seemed as if he felt Chu Jingtian's horror, Moya laughed and said, "It seems that you have recognized this thing, which is exactly the spine of my body. For the past three thousand years, I have tempered it as soon as I have time. Now this is the top I have carved more than 9 million runes ... I can use it as a bone whip or as a bone sword. This thing has not been used after I've refined it. "

Speaking of this, Mo Ya's fierce smile converged, and his eyes were cold, "Let me break your spirit with it!"

boom!

The momentum of the cliff is mentioned again, the whole person is like a demon who destroys everything!

At this moment, Chu Jingtian's complexion changed, and his expression was dignified to the extreme.

(End of this chapter)

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