The righteous qi of the Xuanmen around the Tong Emperor emerged, but at this moment, that trace of righteousness was mixed with an invisible demonic red light.

After absorbing the righteous qi of the Tong Emperor's body, Sha Zun's eyes widened suddenly, and the thunder snake scurried up and down his body.

Han Daxiong was still smiling, laughing heartily.

The louder he laughed, the more powerful the demonic obsession that emerged in the child emperor's heart became.

The Child Emperor, who had originally cultivated as a regression, this time, fell directly to the middle of the innate stage, but that trace of demonic qi was terrifying.

The Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation also seemed to have noticed something unusual, and the originally condensed Tribulation Cloud completely disappeared at this moment.

Without the power of the Heavenly Thunder in the Tribulation Clouds, the Evil Venerable would not be able to sustain much time, and the Thunder Tribulation he relied on to descend into the world had completely disappeared.

Without the source of power, the blow of the Evil Venerable would be completely dissipated.

And in the end, the evil lord who gathered a trace of demon obsession became more and more domineering, and according to the state of Han Daxiong in front of him at the moment, he couldn't resist it at all.

The huge heavenly thunder hammer condensed again, and the sound of wind and thunder fell towards Han Daxiong's head.

The Tong Huang had a weird smile on his face, he actually understood that as long as Han Daxiong died, the obsession and demons in his heart would disappear with it.

Therefore, Han Daxiong's life and death have become the key to whether he has reversed his cultivation.

Because he knows a secret that Chang Beihong doesn't even know.

That is, after the heavenly thunder bombards the blood spirits in the Thousand Spirits Blood Array, it will descend a meritorious power.

The Thousand Spirits Blood Array has gathered countless souls and cause and effect on the battlefield on the target's body, so it will not be tolerated by heaven, and the sky will destroy the thunder tribulation.

And the person who controls the Thousand Spirits Blood Array will eventually be recognized by the Heavenly Dao as the one who acts for the Heavenly Dao, thus sending down a meritorious power.

The strength of this meritorious power is most directly related to the magnitude of cause and effect in the blood spirit.

More than 100,000 ordinary warriors, more than 100 sect disciples, plus the fourteen elders of the cabinet, and two masters with sect luck.

As long as these disciples of the academy died at the hands of Sha Zun, the cause and effect of the Heavenly Dao descended, the Tong Emperor himself did not dare to imagine.

Restoring cultivation is definitely a sure thing, maybe you can break through the barrier of Huading in one fell swoop and become the first person in the sect!

Thinking of the child emperor here, his expression became even more eager.

And the change in his expression naturally did not escape Chang Beihong's eyes, but Chang Beihong at this moment couldn't understand why the child emperor was like this.

Above the heavenly thunder hammer, the red light flashed, and the thunder rolled.

Not to mention Han Daxiong, even the ground of this side of the world was pressed down several feet under the momentum of this hammer.

"Your grandmother has a leg! Lao Tzu is not powerful, is it really difficult to bully Uncle Xiong?!"

Just as the giant hammer was about to fall, Xiong Wushuang, who the Child Emperor thought had been annihilated, suddenly appeared above the head of the Evil Venerable.

The palm of the fan-sized hand opened suddenly, turning the five-fold thick cultivation into an unscrupulous catharsis.

Click!

At the moment when Xiong Wushuang was in full swing, the Tong Huang only heard two crisp bone cracking sounds coming from him.

Then there was a sharp pain in his legs, and his knees fell to the ground involuntarily.

The momentum exuded by Xiong Wushuang forcibly broke the Tong Emperor's legs, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Xiong Wushuang spread out his right hand, and faintly, he saw that there were twinkling stars in the palm of his right hand.

With one hand, there was an unfathomable mystical charm like an abyss, and it slapped towards the top of Sha Zun's head.

A slap slapped the top of the head of the Evil Zun, and slapped the Evil Zun, who was more than three feet tall.

The heavenly thunder that was originally condensed above his head was scattered a lot by this slap.

Not to mention the child emperor, even Han Daxiong was stunned when he saw this scene.

I've seen a fierce one, but I've never seen someone like a big man in front of me, so biao!

With just one slap, he slapped the huge Shazun, a master in the early stage of the transformation of the Ding, and almost fell to the ground.

However, this is just the beginning.

Xiong Wushuang's palm on the top of Shazun's head did not leave, but suddenly bent his five fingers and knocked his palm on the top of Shazun's head.

"Roar!"

Xiong Wushuang, who roared angrily, directly began to beat with one arm, and forced his palm down inch by inch.

Three quarters of an hour later, the original three-zhang Shazun was no more than five feet, and Xiong Wushuang didn't seem to have any intention of stopping at all.

When he pressed the Shazun to less than three feet, Xiong Wushuang's originally free left hand flipped over suddenly, directly turning the Shazun over, and his hands began to close.

However, in the time of one breath, the original body of the original body successively robbed the clouds, and the evil venerable standing between heaven and earth was directly pinched into a fist-sized thunderball by Xiong Wushuang.

What's even more terrifying is that in this process, the power of heavenly thunder in Sha Zun's body has not leaked out at all.

In other words, the power of the heavenly thunder contained in the thunder ball in Xiong Wu's hands, which was no more than the size of a young man's fist, was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Sensing the aura in the thunderball, even Han Daxiong, who had always been not afraid of heaven and earth, couldn't help grinning.

However, what frightened everyone had just begun.

I saw Xiong Wushuang throw the terrifying thunderball in his hand with one hand, and then opened his mouth.

Boom!

Xiong Wushuang's eyes burst out, his throat moved, and he directly swallowed the thunderball that was enough to raze the entire Cloud Mist Mountain to the ground.

Han Daxiong's eyes looking at Xiong Wushuang at this moment were full of fanatical worship.

And Chang Beihong on the side and the child emperor who had been abolished and lying on the ground with his legs abolished, swallowed their saliva in unison.

The man who appeared inexplicably in front of him was far stronger than they understood as a cultivator.

In the eyes of the Tong Emperor and Chang Beihong, the man in front of him, even if he is the young master of Xuanyue, is definitely not his opponent!

The originally chaotic battlefield can be heard at this moment.

The rest of the people all looked at Xiong Wushuang who was slightly closed at the moment.

Obviously, he is not as easy as he seems!

Chang Beihong and the Tong Emperor were looking forward to this big man being torn apart by the thunder bead.

As for Han Daxiong, he didn't know what mood he was in, but he was just a little worried inexplicably.

"Hiccup......

Half an hour later, a loud burp came from Xiong Wushuang's mouth, and in the silence of the battlefield at this moment, it was tantamount to a thunderclap.

"Holy, is this still human?"

While Han Daxiong breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he couldn't help but scold.

Xiong Wushuang walked step by step in the middle of a few people, and frowned slightly when he passed by Han Daxiong's side.

Immediately, one hand bent violently, and with a slight return of his palm, Feng Haobei, who was smashed into the ground by the Evil Zun, suddenly broke out of the ground.

"I'm harder than Grandpa Bear, I'm a fucking freak!"

After glancing at Feng Haobei, looking at the young man who was still holding the long knife in his hand, even Xiong Wushuang couldn't help but sigh.

"Thank you!"

Feng Weibei, who had never said thank you all his life, endured the severe pain all over his body, and said to Xiong Wushuang.

He was not thanking Xiong Wushuang for pulling him out of the ground, but thanking Xiong Wushuang for blocking the fatal blow that Evil Zun blasted towards Han Daxiong.

"Fuck off, Grandpa Xiong doesn't have time to listen to your sycophants!"

Xiong Wushuang didn't appreciate it at all, just snorted coldly.

Immediately, the palm of his hand moved, and with a slight wave of his hand, the two palms in the distance, who had already been frightened, also obediently swept in front of Xiong Wushuang.

"Let me ask you a question, who knows, Grandpa Xiong will let him go!"

Xiong Wushuang glanced at the four of them, and then the aura in his palm suddenly gathered, and a faint erosion thunder flowed through it.

"Who of you knows where this thing came from, or who you've ever seen have this thing on!"

Xiong Wushuang stared, he understood that in such a poor and remote place, the only one who could control the erosion thunder was Tang Ming!

He had crossed the Cloud Mountain before, that is, he sensed the breath of the eroding thunder, and only then did he break through the clouds and come here.

Tong Huang and Chang Beihong glanced at each other, they weren't sure if Xiong Wushuang wanted to plunder this thing, or ......

"Erosion Thunder, why do you gather this Erosion Thunder as well?!"

Han Daxiong looked at Xiong Wushuang's palm, felt the familiar breath, and immediately jumped up.

"You know its name, so you must know where the people who contain this erodive thunder are?"

Xiong Wushuang stepped forward excitedly, grabbed Han Daxiong's body with both hands, and shook it twice.

"Sa...... Let go!!"

Han Daxiong's painful soul was all rising, and a thin layer of white sweat oozed from his body.

Xiong Wushuang almost took half his life in a flash.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I couldn't hold back my excitement!"

Xiong Wushuang let go of Han Daxiong in an instant, and then scratched his head brightly, at this moment, where is there a demeanor that a five-fold master of Huading should have.

"Brother, do you know where this person who uses the Erosion Thunder is?"

Xiong Wushuang rubbed his two big hands and looked at Han Daxiong who was grinning with his teeth expectantly.

Since the Dragon and Phoenix Cemetery came out, he has no news of Tang Ming, and according to the accounts of those sect disciples, Tang Ming's situation is not optimistic.

Among the eight major forces, the Heavenly Rat Clan suffered the most heavy casualties, and even the Sixteenth Heavenly Rat was killed by Tang Ming.

And the Tianjiao of other forces, such as the bloody killing of Tiangong Sun Zhi and the like, have all been injured to the foundation, not to mention others.

And when he and the two-headed eagle-horned beast were teleported outside the Nine Heavenly Spirals, because of Tang Ming, they were besieged by the bigwigs of the demon clan forces and other human races.

Fortunately, a group of mysterious monks came to the rescue at the critical moment, and after learning about their relationship with Tang Ming.

Only then did they escape, but Tang Ming's whereabouts were completely unknown.

But half a month ago, the young lord of Xuanyue, Gongsun Zhi, found them and handed over the Dragon Soul Grass to himself.

And under Xiong Wushuang's soft grinding and hard bubbles and scoundrels, Gongsun Zhi also said where Tang Ming was now.

He sent the Dragon Soul Grass to Xiao Bai, leaving the two-headed eagle horn beast to take care of Xiao Bai before rushing to the Xuanyuan Empire.

"I have this erodive thunder on me, what do you want to do?"

Han Daxiong glared, he and Xiong Wushuang's tempers were basically carved out of the same mold, so he didn't have many scruples about speaking.