(I wish book friends to endure loneliness and read more "Doomsday Immortal Venerable" when they have time!)

All this came too suddenly, and suddenly without any psychological preparation, the huge black vortex completely covered the entire sky, as if a natural disaster was about to come, and as if something terrifying was about to be born from the whirlpool.

The Heavenly Dao rules that had just been condensed began to collapse in a large area, and Mu Ping's right eye twitched and his liver trembled.

If this whirlpool is allowed to develop, let alone repair the Heavenly Dao, even this Doomsday God Realm may have truly come to an end.

But he can't do anything now.

"Whew!"

The whirlpool spun faster and faster, and finally formed a rotating nebula, behind which the bright starry sky was faintly visible.

Suddenly, a big hand, as if flying from the sky, stretched out directly from the whirlpool, and a coercion far superior to the phantom summoned by the blood river just now suddenly permeated everyone's hearts.

"Immortal Emperor, this is Immortal Emperor!"

Mu Ping suddenly felt a familiar aura from that coercion, that kind of aura he had also had, not long ago he had seen it on Shi Wanying and Shi Laosuo, a breath that belonged to the Immortal Emperor.

"Who stole the blood of the blood slaves!"

With the arrival of that big hand, a voice exploded in everyone's heart like thunder.

Cultivating as a weak person, he immediately spurted out a large mouthful of blood, as if the Xuandan or Yuan Infant or even the Yuan Soul in his body were about to be shattered.

"Blood slave to the Lord!"

Ding Hao knelt down at the big hand, as if on a pilgrimage.

"Blood slave, do you know who did this?"

The majestic voice rose again.

"It's him!"

Ding Hao pointed at Mu Ping viciously and spoke gloomily.

"Hey, the body that has just been condensed has not fully adapted yet!"

The voice spoke in amazement, and immediately saw the fact that Mu Ping had just formed a second physical body.

"Bold mortal, you dare to steal and use the blood of the ancestor without permission, you really deserve to be killed! But for the sake of condensing your body, the death penalty can be avoided, and the living crime cannot be escaped! Give you a chance to go to my Xuanhuang Continent and be a disciple of my Soul Sect. ”

"Don't go!"

Mu Ping didn't

Hesitantly refuse.

Although the Xiuzhen Continent pays attention to the law of the jungle of the jungle, there is a bottom line in everything, using the life of sacrificing blood slaves and turning into blood to cultivate, what is the difference between this sect and demon cultivation, how can Mu Ping be in cahoots with them?

Moreover, he is very familiar with the owner of this big hand, this person must be one of the powerhouses who arrange the forbidden land of destroying gods, a monk who casually seals the souls of others, and if he can't keep it, he will also seal a wisp of Mu Ping's primordial spirit, and dissect him as a guinea pig, he is not so stupid and sweet, if he really agrees, it is tantamount to throwing himself into a net.

"Then go die!"

The man never inked, turned his big hand into five javelins, and pierced at Mu Ping, as if Mu Ping was an ant, and his life was like grass mustard in the eyes of that person, to be taken away.

"Kill!"

Mu Ping swooped, and the Cold Moon Divine Sword was taken out of the ring by him, and at the same time, a Burst Ascension Pill was also swallowed by him, although this big hand was only a wisp of divine soul conjugation, it was only the cultivation of the peak of the early stage of the Immortal Emperor, but he did not dare to take it lightly.

If the forbidden spear refined by Time Lao Su is still there, it can collapse at once, but that spear has already been used by him, now, he can only use the most primitive method to fight, if he uses the Boundary-Breaking Divine Thunder, I am afraid that the body of this Immortal Emperor will be fine, but this Doomsday God Realm will completely collapse.

The first of the three types of desperation, the desperation knife, was unleashed by him, and he slashed Huashan with one force, and slashed at the five spears.

"Boom!"

"Click!"

The swords and spears collided, making a deafening sound, and after Mu Ping swallowed the Explosion Pill, plus it was **, his cultivation was close to the early stage of the Immortal Emperor. Against the five spears, it turned out to be half a catty against eight taels, evenly matched.

"Hey, there are two hits!"

The Immortal Emperor screamed lightly, but a big hand did not retract halfway, and directly turned poking into grasping, and grabbed Mu Ping's head.

"Kill!"

Mu Ping let out a low roar, and the Cold Moon Divine Knife changed from a split to a sweep, which was the second of the three desperate styles - the desperate slash.

A knife slashed away, and the ghosts and gods were shocked.

This Desperate Three Styles was a move he created himself back then, and he swept across the Xuan Demon Continent with him, and he killed countless monks of the same level.

"There are really two hits!"

The big hand

As if encountering a charcoal fire, it retracted abruptly, bringing up gusts of wind, and even the whirlpool shook three times, faintly collapsing.

"Try Bendi's trick again!"

The voice of the Immortal Emperor was far less calm and calm than just now, nor was it banter and contempt, replaced by boundless anger and violence, and there was a faint bloodshed.

The whirlpool suddenly tumbled, as if something wanted to come out of it, bursts of black mist evaporated, and in an instant, it turned into a five-hundred-zhang long dragon, and on the pitch-black dragon's body, pieces of dragon scales flashed with cold light, each dragon scale was three meters in size, and the ink was dyed, black and shiny, like substance.

"Roar—"

Suddenly, the black dragon opened his mouth and roared loudly, and the cracked silk-like cry made the more than two hundred Xuandan monks below, the Xuandan in their bodies collapsed, and the banging sound was endless, and the body immediately swelled and turned into a puff of blood mist.

A thick bloody aura suddenly dispersed, coupled with the original bloody aura, making this space feel like purgatory, and like a Shura field, even the air was rendered red, and the monk's pupils were all flashing red, looking very demonic.

"Magical powers?"

Mu Ping immediately recognized that this black long dragon was transformed by the magic of supernatural powers.

Although this kind of supernatural power is not as good as his time reversal supernatural power, it is definitely the top grade of the middle grade, but don't underestimate this kind of supernatural power, although it is made of virtual transformation, the lethality is definitely first-class, that is to say, the black dragon conjured up by this supernatural power has some characteristics of a dragon, such as devouring, such as dragon breath, which characteristic is enough to kill people.

There is a second characteristic of the magic technique, if your yuan power is sufficient enough, if your spiritual power is sufficient, then you can cast it continuously, or even three or four times at once. Under the superposition, its power is even that of a high-order monk, and it is difficult to retreat from it all over.

This is the reason why the cultivation realm often says, compared with the same level, compared with the original force, and compared with the supernatural powers.

And the so-called origin, of course, refers to the level that is improved by swallowing the pill, or the cultivation obtained by breathing and exhaling by oneself, the latter is of course superior, and the former can be destroyed in minutes. If they are also coming for cultivation, then they have to compare whose Yuan Power is deep, and those who have Yuan Power are profound, take advantage. If the Yuan Force is the same, the cultivator will definitely win.