Lu Zifeng looked at Wan Yanshan playfully, and with a flip of his palm, a three-legged fire tripod appeared in front of him, which was the Rong Shen Ding.

It can be said that Lu Zifeng's strongest offensive is the spiritual ancestral power used by the Fusion God Ding, and even the fifth-level rune array Qinglian Divine Fire Array is not comparable to the spiritual ancestral power.

Lu Zifeng defeated Ren Yuanliang and He Wenhan in the Death Xuan Realm Initial Realm, and the biggest credit was because of the Fusion God Ding.

Now that Lu Zifeng has broken through to the realm of Xiaocheng in the Death Realm, under his full force to exert the Fusion God Ding, unless Lu Zifeng's subordinates show mercy, it is impossible for Wan Yanshan to leave a small life.

Lu Zifeng's body frantically gushed out of the vast and majestic dead air, and the dead air turned into a sea of dead air, and Lu Zifeng's figure was hidden in it.

The next moment, Lu Zifeng urged the spiritual power of the Mud Pill Palace with all his might, and the invisible spiritual power continued to pour into the Fusion God Ding.

Under the cover of death qi and spiritual power, the Extreme Ice Ancestral Jade quietly appeared in Lu Zifeng's hand, and under the influx of majestic death qi, the Extreme Ice Ancestral Jade burst out of an incomparably rich and pure ancestral light, and the ancestral light was completely surrounded by the death qi, and no one could find out that this dead qi was actually an ancestral light. In an instant, Zu Guang rushed into the Fusion God Ding.

The spiritual lines and ancestral jade patterns on the body of the Rongshen Ding Ding both lit up, and at the same time, a raging flame rose from the inside of the Rongshen Dingding, burning the spiritual power and ancestral light with all its might.

After a few breaths, under Lu Zifeng's precise control, the spiritual power and ancestral light directly turned into a wriggling white liquid, which was the spiritual ancestral power.

At the moment when the spiritual ancestral power was condensed, the flames of the Melting God Ding instantly soared to the extreme, and an extremely terrifying wave erupted with the Rong Shen Ding as the center, whenever the fluctuation touched the nearby towering mountain range, this mountain range seemed to be slashed by an incomparable sword, and a section of the top of the mountain fell down directly, booming, and the momentum was extremely terrifying. Also, the space couldn't withstand this terrifying fluctuation, and the space next to it collapsed directly.

Wan Yanshan's expression was terrified, he had felt a dangerous aura on Lu Zifeng's offensive before, but now he felt a deadly aura, and if he didn't pay attention, he had to stay here.

Wan Yanshan's eyes stared at the Rongshen Ding, he knew very well that Lu Zifeng's cultivation was the realm of Xiaocheng in the Death Xuan Realm, he could not have such power, the only explanation was the three-legged fire tripod in front of him, and he could use the three-legged fire tripod to exert an offensive that completely exceeded his own realm.

At this moment, Wan Yanshan didn't dare to have any slackness, and he burst out with a vast and amazing purple thunder all over his body again. Judging by his appearance, he should have wanted to cast the Thunder Punishment Demon Pestle again!

Lu Zifeng was naturally aware of Wan Yanshan's move, and the corners of his mouth were grinning, if your offensive was nothing more than that, then you would definitely lose this battle.

As soon as Lu Zifeng's mind moved, the lid of the Rongshen Ding automatically levitated, and the body of the Rongshen Ding slowly tilted down, and when the Dingkou was at a fifteen-degree angle to the ground, an incomparably rich and pure white pillar of light burst out from the Dingkou, and the target was directed at Wanyan Mountain in front.

At this moment, the purple thunder around Wan Yanshan had been exerted to the extreme, and a huge purple thunder pillar rose from his body and rushed into the nine heavens. A huge spatial crack immediately appeared in Jiuxiao, and heavy dark clouds once again appeared in the nearby sky thousands of zhang.

Amazing thunder was brewing in the dark clouds, and when the thunder was brewing to the extreme, the vast and amazing thunder instantly condensed into a demon-slaying pestle, exuding an innocuous majesty, and blasted into the white pillar of light with a posture of suppressing all things.

Lu Zifeng knew that the white pillar of light would inevitably not be able to dodge the attack of the Thunder Punishment Demon Pestle, so as soon as his mind moved, the direction of the white light pillar suddenly changed, shifting from the body locked on Wan Yanshan to the Thunder Punishment Demon Pestle.

Heaven and earth seemed to be split into two halves, half pure white light, and half furious silver thunder.

Under the nervous gaze of the two of them, the white pillar of light and the Thunder Punishment Demon Pestle collided together in an extremely eye-shattering way.

At this moment, there was silence between heaven and earth for a moment, and no sound came out.

After a few breaths, an earth-shattering roar came from the center of the collision, and a slight tremor could be felt in the nearby space. Immediately afterward, a mushroom cloud rose from the center of the collision and could not dissipate for a long time.

Also, an extremely terrifying wave swept towards the surroundings, and its extent was completely capable of seriously injuring or even killing a martial artist in the Xuan Realm Dacheng Realm.

Under the impact of the white pillar of light, the thunder of the Thunder Pestle melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if ice and snow had met the scorching sun. No matter how terrifying the power of the Thunder Punishment Demon Pestle was, it still couldn't resist the impact of the white pillar of light.

This is the terrifying thing about the spiritual ancestral power, unless it is a level higher than it, it can easily defeat the power below it.

After about thirty breaths, the power of the Thunder Punishment Demon Pestle had already dissolved most of it, and it was no longer able to resist the impact of the spiritual ancestral power.

The power of the spiritual ancestral power was all poured on the Thunder Punishment Demon Pestle, and three or two cracks suddenly appeared on the Thunder Punishment Demon Pestle, and the cracks spread rapidly, and then with a bang, it completely shattered, turning into a thunder arc in the sky and dissipating in mid-air.

The Thunder Punishment Demon Pestle had been broken, Lu Zifeng's mind moved, and the direction of his spiritual ancestral power suddenly changed, directly locking on Wanyan Mountain in front of him, tearing the space apart, and blasting towards Wanyan Mountain at great speed.

Wan Yanshan's expression was extremely frightened, he had previously cast a thunder punishment to descend the demon pestle, and Lu Zifeng had to cast several attacks one after another to be able to resist it. Now he has activated a mysterious three-legged fire tripod, and the Thunder Punishment Demon Pestle can't resist his attack.

The speed of the spiritual ancestral power was extremely fast, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. While Wan Yanshan was brewing a powerful offensive in both hands, the spiritual ancestral power had already crept in.

Although the power of the Spiritual Ancestral Force had been weakened a lot by the Thunder Punishment Demon Pestle, its remaining strength was still terrifying, and Wan Yanshan did not have the confidence to resist the Spiritual Ancestral Force.

As a last resort, Wan Yanshan's heart moved, and a mirror appeared in front of him again. The mirror turned into a hundred zhang big, completely covering Wan Yanshan's figure.

Bang!

The spiritual ancestral power slammed into the mirror mercilessly, and the mirror suddenly emitted a harsh and ugly squeak. After holding on for a few breaths, a crack emerged along the deep knife mark on the mirror, and the crack soon widened.

Finally, with a bang, the mirror shattered completely. At the same time, the power of the spiritual ancestral power was also depleted.

Wan Yanshan looked at the completely shattered mirror with great pain, this mirror was a defensive holy weapon of the lower grade immortal weapon. Compared to attacking the Hallows, defending the Hallows is even more rare. But now, in order to deal with a peer of the Death Mystery Realm Xiaocheng Realm, the mirror was completely damaged.

For Wan Yanshan, this is not only a pain mirror, but also a face problem. He is a dignified Death Xuan Realm Perfection Realm, and he will be forced to such a point by a peer in the Death Xuan Realm Xiao Cheng Realm, who would believe this if he said it?

Lu Zifeng has already forced Wan Yanshan into a disadvantage, if the young man did not guess wrong, Wan Yanshan has already exhausted his donkey skills. This time he didn't have a mirror to see how he could still block his attack.

Lu Zifeng didn't give Wan Yanshan any time to breathe, his figure suddenly turned into a thunderbolt, and in a flash, his figure had disappeared in place. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Wan Yanshan.

The black thunder around Lu Zifeng's body urged with all his might, and frantically poured into his fists, and his fists slammed into Wan Yanshan's vital points without the slightest fancy.

Wan Yanshan is 10,000 unwilling to go head-to-head with Lu Zifeng, his cultivation of body refining martial arts has reached the top realm, and he has condensed a pair of Thunder God armor around his body, and he may not be able to break the Thunder God armor in his body with all his strength.

However, Wan Yanshan couldn't help but be unwilling, Lu Zifeng's fist had already blocked his retreat, and he had to fight even if he didn't fight.

With extreme reluctance, Wan Yanshan exerted his dead qi with all his might, and quickly integrated into his arms, which immediately turned into pitch black.

Under the vast and majestic dead air, Wan Yanshan's fists blasted out one after another, trying to attack Lu Zifeng.

Bang bang bang!

A continuous low collision sound sounded, and Wan Yanshan took over most of the offensive of Lu Zifeng's two fists. Wan Yanshan only felt that an extremely terrifying force had reached his fists, and there was also a powerful black thunder frantically impacting his fists.

After all, Wan Yanshan still didn't take Lu Zifeng's last two punches, which passed through the defense of Wan Yanshan's two fists and hit him directly in the chest.

Wan Yanshan's chest directly sunk into an astonishing arc, and his figure flew out upside down in an instant, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Lu Zifeng did not rush forward, an incomparably crisp knife sound sounded, and the Star Cutting Knife was already unsheathed.

"Bloodlight Slash!"

Under Lu Zifeng's initial sword intent, the blood-light flash shadow slash was directly cast, and a blood-colored sword light appeared instantly, as if ignoring the distance of space, and in a flash, it had already appeared in front of Wan Yanshan, catching up with the figure of Wan Yanshan who flew out upside down.

Wan Yanshan's face was frightened, and his heart seemed to stop beating at this moment. He struggled to control his form, trying to avoid the vital points of his body.

Poof!

A stream of blood shot out from Wan Yanshan's shoulder, although Wan Yanshan dodged the vital parts of his body, he still did not completely dodge the blood-colored knife light, and his entire right arm was directly cut off by the blood-colored knife light, and the wound was as smooth as a mirror.

"Ahh

Wan Yanshan let out a terrible scream, and the whole person fell heavily to the ground, splashing dust all over the ground. Wan Yanshan covered the wound on his right arm with his left hand, and he rolled back and forth on the ground in great pain.

Lu Zifeng still kept his hand, if he used the blue wave instant slash, under the overlapping of the three sword lights, Wan Yanshan would not only break a right arm, he didn't know how many pieces he scored, and his spirit would be broken. The young man was reluctant to kill Wan Yanshan, after all, his father was the deputy head of Wanhuang Palace.

Lu Zifeng's body moved, he came to the vicinity of Wanyan Mountain, pointed the star cutting knife directly at Wanyan Mountain, looked at the embarrassed Wanyan Mountain condescendingly, and said with disdain.

"You deserve to rob my woman too?"