The death demon mist rolled on the divine tiger's body, and the phantoms of one after another Gazun Daxian appeared outside, with a solemn expression and compassion in his eyes, but there was a black aura shrouded in the center of his eyebrows.

Surrounded by the devotees, they were entangled in chains by demonic flames, pierced through their bones and burned by demonic flames, and could not break free from this torture despite their screams and wailings.

Fuhu Arhat's red eyes stared at Qingyang Huan, he was already completely demonized, naturally the Jialuo Holy Light was demonized, and he himself was not comfortable, and the flesh and blood and battle bones of his whole body were suffering from the backlash of the Jialuo Holy Light.

This kind of backlash is a little different from other martial artists of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Races, and the belief of the Jialuo tribe is countervailed, and the impact on the soul is beyond imagination, as if falling into the eighteen hells, bearing the sword mountain and the sea of fire, and the sea of fire, and the sea of fire, and the pain into the sea of marrow.

The evolved Divine Tiger, rumored to be the first generation of Fuhu Arhats suppressed a real ancient bloodline of heaven and earth, when Jia Luo appeared, in addition to sneaking up on the human race, he also traveled around the world as the protector of the Dharma.

The Divine Tiger is the divine form of the first generation of the Tiger Arhat's throne under the Tiger Protector Divine Tiger's imprint, as the supreme method of battle inherited by the Tiger Arhat, it is now being controlled by the demonized Tiger Arhat, and there has been a bit of the supreme vision of the Divine Tiger back then.

The huge Divine Tiger Divine Form was several times larger than the purple gold battle body that Qingyang Huan had transformed, and Qingyang Huan's figure disappeared in place, and at the moment when the Divine Tiger had not yet pounced, it was already standing on top of the Divine Tiger.

Compared to the huge Divine Tiger, the figure of Qingyang Huan at this moment did not manifest the purple gold battle body, and it seemed extremely small, but it was this small body that condensed the tyranny and wildness of the Divine Tiger.

Rumble!

Facing the head of the divine tiger, Qingyang Huan stepped down like this, without the slightest dodge and fancy, and fell straight down.

Roar!

The Divine Tiger roared in the sky, and tens of millions of believers roared with burning demonic flames, opening their big mouths to swallow Qingyang Huan, but the next moment the sound of shattering sounded, and the huge palate opened by the Divine Tiger shattered, and thousands of black lights shot out in all directions.

Then, Qing Yang Huan's figure quickly became lightning, piercing the huge body of the Divine Tiger, and when it reappeared, the huge Divine Tiger behind him was frozen in the void.

And he has already stepped on the top of the head of the Fuhu Arhat, no matter how the Fuhu Arhat bursts out of his momentum, he still can't break free.

Thundered!

The cave void world collapsed, the demonic flames were monstrous, and the illusory shadows of the believers outside flashed with the most brilliant firelight, and then withered at a rapid speed, turning into a wisp of black flame and disappearing between heaven and earth.

In the center of the body of the Tiger Arhat, the great crack spread in all directions, and the void collapsed, extending all the way to the starry sky, piercing through the stars and devouring everything.

What the!

The heavenly powerhouses in the distance looked at everything in front of them blankly, and the quasi-holy son of the Garo clan who had escaped into the demon path was actually trampled under his feet.

The huge and sturdy body is slowly bending down, and you can even hear the sound of the battle bones breaking out of its body, and the figure on the top of its head and the soles of its feet burst out with a terrifying momentum, and the divine power is like a prison.

Click! Click!

Fu Hu roared angrily, and the demonic flames all over his body were connected, and his tens of millions of followers were all burned into energy, but they still couldn't stop the majestic momentum descending from the sky.

The soles of his feet covered the top of his head, and for a moment it seemed as if time and space had stood still.

Click!

With a thunderous sound, Qingyang Huan's feet burst out with a purple light filled with a wild atmosphere, Fu Hu couldn't hold on any longer, his knees were bent, and he fell to his knees in the void.

A quasi-emperor kneeling down under oppression, this scene is unforgettable, but it makes the strong people of the Quartet feel so unreal.

Roar!

The suppressed kneeling, the tiger roared, the black flames on the majestic body were melting, his believers were dying, and his faith was also passing.

With the blessing of the remaining power, he wants to resist again.

Pity......

Qing Yang Huan's eyes were also full of murderous light, and the black light under his feet was sheng, and a terrifying force rushed into his skull along the soles of his feet, and exploded violently.

The momentum was like thunder, the body of the Fuhu Arhat collapsed with its skull, and the blood and bones splashed in all directions, and the momentum belonging to the quasi-emperor washed the entire heaven and earth, penetrating the nine heavens and destroying the heavens and the earth.

Woo!

In the chaotic cave void world, thousands of ways rang out in unison, the sound of wailing was everywhere, and the blood rain began to fall from the top of the nine heavens.

At this moment, the pierced divine tiger god form also turned into a rain of light in the sky and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Whoa!

In the depths of the void, a long river flowed everywhere, just like the dragon descending Arhat, a huge figure on the long river had slightly closed eyes and held the Fuhu Divine Stick.

Soon, the phantom river of fate of the dragon descending Arhat, which had not completely dispersed, merged with the Fuhu Arhat, and the two Arhat phantoms rose from the long river, their eyes opened and closed, and they evolved into a world.

In the world, two inseparable figures fight together, wander together, enlighten, chant, and preach......

Behind this scene, two intertwined stars withered above nothingness, and the divine light in the sky rained down.

Descending the dragon and subduing the tiger, the protector of the Gara tribe, and even peeking at the existence of the position of Shakya, both fell here.

Looking at the two phantoms in the long river of fate, gradually submerged in the water of fate, quiet in all directions, even the king felt a chill on his back and forgot to breathe.

Emperor Quasi, just like that, he fell!

At this moment, the wail of Wandao was still continuing, and the entire heaven and earth were filled with a sadness, and the void was rendered blood red.

The heavenly tribulations finally opened the killing tribulation!

Chao Gu's eyes flashed with an indescribable divine light, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking at all.

However, when he looked at Qingyang Huan, a burning heat burst out from the depths of his pupils.

......

Suppressed and killed the Fuhu Arhat, Qingyang Huan's big hand grabbed in all directions, every drop of the quasi-emperor's blood was enough to kill the king, penetrate the stars, and collapse the universe, which was naturally a rare treasure.

Gather the blood and bones of the two quasi-emperors, and then put away the dragon and tiger sticks, these two magic sticks have long been to the quasi-emperor soldiers, with the means of the Jialuo clan, if the dragon and the tiger are promoted to the emperor's throne, it is not difficult to turn them into imperial soldiers.

It's a pity that the master fell, and these two quasi-emperor soldiers also lost their luster, fell into the realm, and turned into king soldiers, even if so, they are still rare divine soldiers, and their value is very high.

After doing all this, Qingyang Huan's eyes were separated by the distant void, and wherever the eyes passed, even if it was far away, no one dared to look directly at his edge.

In the distance, the eight-clawed demon lord and the dark python blood lord glanced at each other, and the next moment their figures disappeared into the chaotic world.

......

The fate of the two quasi-holy sons of the Garo clan in such a tragic fate made the eight-clawed demon lord tremble in his heart, this time he originally wanted to get some opportunities, but he didn't expect it to become such a scene.

All kinds of ways and means are the best way to slip away.

Click!

At the moment of walking along the cave void world, the void above his head suddenly cracked, and the chaotic space fragments were mixed with a tempting aura and rewarded down.

"Huh?"

Garo Light!

Feeling the aura of incomparable disgust descending on him, the eight-clawed demon lord was suddenly shocked.

Not good!

Don't care about scolding why Jia Luo Zhun Shakya is looking for him, the eight tentacle-like hands and feet under the feet of the eight-clawed demon lord burst out with dazzling magic light, piercing the cave void world out of eight swarthy holes.

"Donor, can you put down the butcher's knife and protect my Gammon Dharma?"

"Good uncle!"

The eight-clawed demon lord watched the gala clone who slowly walked away from the cracked void, and couldn't help but curse anymore.

Rumble!

Without the slightest hesitation, his eight claws grabbed a large piece of space debris and threw it towards the Garo clone.

Then, eight large claws grabbed the void and ran wildly.

"Demon Lord, I'm here to help you!"

At this moment, Qing Yanghuan's voice sounded from all directions.