Bang......

A thunderous sound came from underground.

A large crater suddenly exploded in the ground.

A figure then rushed out of the ground.

With the figure rushing out.

Blazing red magma burst out of the crater.

The surrounding area is filled with the devastation of sulfur.

The surrounding scene was a bit strange, and the space seemed to explode.

"Let me see how powerful your so-called judgment really is!, or is that all!?"

Lin Yu grinned in mid-air and said with a wild smile.

In response, a snow-white palm fell in the air.

The incomparable momentum was like the sky collapsing and falling to the earth.

The God incarnation was like a hundred-zhang god, smashing his arms on the top of Lin Yu's head again and again.

The snow-white palm carries the momentum of the sky.

The torrent is unstoppable.

In the palm of this hand, there was a thunderbolt, fused with blazing holy light.

There is space and nothingness, and it also contains the fierceness of war.

Integrate the four supreme housekeeping skills.

The perfect fusion makes the combat power of the God incarnation soar.

However, let him shoot down palm after palm.

Lin Yu was never in a hurry, and he never took half a step back.

His fists, as quaint as ever, are as domineering as ever.

I am invincible, these four words are vividly displayed.

Even if the strength is inferior, the will is always high.

A punch was struck, and the Chaotic Void exploded.

Unparalleled domineering, crushing everything in the way.

The fist intent contained is simply domineering to the extreme.

Above the heavens, I am the only one.

That kind of arrogance and domineering, as if he regarded himself as the king of the gods.

In the face of this fierce and invincible momentum, the opponent is often captured by the momentum, and before he does his best, he has already lost.

Even if it was a god incarnation, when facing Lin Yu's fist, his heart was a little less courageous.

A punch is reminiscent of the myth and legend of the opening of the world.

The domineering and incomparable power seems to be able to shatter the chaotic void alive.

No matter how powerful the opponent is, in terms of momentum, Lin Yu does not lose a cent.

You can lose or die, but you must not lose in your aura.

The inheritor of the Heavenly Dao Reincarnation Fist must have an invincible spirit.

Even if you are in a desperate situation, even if you are dying, you have to be domineering.

Until the last moment of his life, he still stood up to the sky.

The arrogance of not bowing his head has long been hidden in Lin Yu's blood factors.

Born king, fearless and invincible.

"Ignorant mortals, see how long you can hold on!"

God incarnated to be angry, and to be furious.

He used all his means, but he was unable to kill his opponent.

Although, each attack leaves a new scar on that hateful opponent.

But what he couldn't understand was that the other party kept gritting his teeth and persevering.

The body is crumbling, even if it collapses.

The idea and momentum of punching are still as terrifying as ever.

No, it's more terrible each time.

Even he, when he faced Lin Yu's fist, he couldn't help but feel a slight tremble.

This has nothing to do with the level of strength, it is purely a kind of momentum suppression.

He had a hunch in his heart that this terrifying young man, even in the face of the Four Supremes, even in the face of the gods outside the sky, was also so self-respecting.

Domineering, too domineering.

There is no room for domineering, and there is no room for domineering.

Rumble!

In the void, a silver arc of lightning appeared.

Immediately, a punch shattered the arc.

The holy palm, with unparalleled might, crushed down fiercely.

Chaotic murderous aura, brilliant holy light.

The light distorts to create images.

Tyrannical fighting, chaotic wars, never-ending.

In an instant, the entire void was in a state of chaos.

In the midst of the chaos, a mighty divine light swept in all directions.

One space vortex after another, dotted with dots.

The face of God incarnate is grim, like the king of the heavens.

The momentum, the will, the spirit and the strength are all in a state of perfection.

That palm turned into a big hand that covered the sky and the sun.

It seems that the palm of the hand contains the world of Qiankun.

The energy spreads and sweeps everywhere.

Lin Yu, who was under heavy pressure, was covered with blood.

The wound on the surface of the body was cracked again before it could heal completely.

That kind of pain is a hundred times more than a thousand cuts.

But the fist intent in his eyes became more and more intense.

Stride, sink shoulders, punch!

These three actions, as always, go smoothly.

There is no jerkiness because of the pain.

A punch was struck, and it directly brought out the black hole vortex.

The tip of the fist seems to contain the power that devours everything.

Lin Yu, who was wounded, was at the peak of his fighting spirit.

In the face of desperate situations, he can always burst out with unpredictable energy.

A punch was struck, and the supreme fist intent that dominated fate and the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao was struck.

At this moment, God incarnated as a god as mighty as a sea and like a prison, surging, pointing to the heavens and the earth, so that people cannot be forced to look at it.

At this moment, Lin Yu is like a mountain that is not thoughtful, dominating the world and penetrating the sky.

The moment the two forces collided, time seemed to stop, eternity became instantaneous, and instantaneous became eternal.

That white and crystal palm was terrifying, as if it was about to completely wipe out everything in the world.

Every strand of space is swept into it, annihilating nothingness.

Everywhere you go, everything disappears.

It is as if artificially created one black hole after another.

The qi and blood in Lin Yu's body were even more drummed to the extreme.

Blood is surging rapidly in the blood vessels, and the sound is like the Yangtze River entering the sea.

The sound that resounded through the heavens and the earth seemed to hide a rushing river in the body.

The collision of the palm and the fist was like a collision between heaven and earth, and a comet hit the ground.

That punch, to the sky.

That punch shook the ground.

That punch was domineering.

That punch crushed a palm to the top.

The white palm shattered in the void.

The holy light splashed everywhere, like a white rain of light.

The center of the fist impact quickly spread out a circle of substantial ripples.

Ripples swept like light and electricity.

A terrifying shockwave, in the middle of heaven and earth, exploded with a bang.

The furious energy that annihilates everything wantonly eats away at every inch of space.

A wisp of breeze, gently swept by.

On the ground, a huge pit appeared.

It is as if it was formed by the impact of an extraterrestrial meteorite.

In mid-air, the incarnation of God stood silently.

Indifferent gaze, staring into the pit.

His right hand trembled uncontrollably, and wisps of red blood fell drippingly.

The domineering fist power erodes the arm.

That fierce and pure power made him miserable.

But in any case, he won the battle just now.

Despite the injury to his arm, he remained unharmed.

The opponent's tenacious will and strong physique left an indelible impression on him.

It's like a cockroach that can't be killed, always with its last breath.

The level of difficulty simply drove him crazy.

Thankfully, he was able to emerge victorious in the end.

But for some reason, there is still a trace of uneasiness lingering in my heart.

The gaze continued to search for the corpse in the deep pit.

With time, little by little.

The uneasiness that lingered in my heart gradually spread.

As far as the eye could see, no body was found.

Don't......

Don't...... ...... he hasn't died yet?

This thought involuntarily came to mind.

At this moment, the incarnation of God couldn't help but shudder.

With that palm just now, he had done his best.

The lethality has been raised to the extreme.

If the other party is not dead, the outcome of this battle is likely to change unpredictably.

It was only after personally fighting each other that I could appreciate the horror of that young man.

In the process of fighting, he is like a sponge.

Tirelessly, absorbing lessons learned, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That kind of potential with no end in sight is the most chilling quality.

After every setback, the strength will be refined a little.

It's like, forever improving.

It's a feeling that you can never feel unless you experience it yourself.

At this thought, the face of God's incarnate face was filled with triumphant joy.

On the contrary, it added a bit of entanglement and jealousy.

The sharp eyes are constantly shuttling in the deep pit.

The gaze seems to be able to penetrate many obstacles.

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly sounded in the deep pit.

It sounds like a hibernating beast slowly waking up.