Rumble!

With a loud bang, Yang Xuan's body slammed into a gray planet like a meteorite that exploded.

Meng Zhitang gasped slightly, didn't speak, his figure was stunned, a golden light appeared, and a giant golden wheel that was circling and flying had already led him towards Yang Xuan.

At the same time, Meng Zhishou, who was a little disgraced, also swept over from the side, holding the Void Blade upside down in his left hand, his face full of anger.

Yang Xuan, who pierced the gray atmosphere, was like a meteor dragging his tail, slamming into the earth fiercely, stirring up dust that had been deposited for an unknown number of hundreds of millions of years, and scattered in all directions.

The pain hit every part of his body like a tidal wave, leaving him a little unconscious.

However, there was a smile on his face.

Fourth.

Not counting the first one, this is the fourth time he has fought against the two emperors.

From the first move to be seriously injured, to the current ability to persist until now, he knows the difference between heaven and earth, and Meng Zhitang and Meng Zhishou also know.

You must know that at this time, Meng Zhitang and Meng Zhishou are not the two who were consumed by the Six Dimensional Armor before, but the complete body that has recovered to the peak.

Yang Xuan's ability to deal with them so far with the cultivation of the merger period is a miracle.

The aura was almost consumed again, and Yang Xuan secretly wondered in his heart if it was time to hide in the Forgotten Land again.

Looking at Meng Zhitang and Meng Zhishou, who were breaking through the atmosphere, Yang Xuan secretly calculated.

"Li Bai, where do I see you running this time?"

Meng Zhitang's voice was as panicked as the power of heaven, and it was pressed straight down from a height of tens of thousands of meters, followed by a huge flywheel that occupied the entire sky.

The mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, and the entire planet began to tremble under the majesty of the angry emperor.

Meng Zhitang was really angry.

At boiling point.

Anyone who is used as a whetstone for martial arts will probably be furious.

Especially after sharpening the knife, he was able to escape calmly, and after a while, he ran out like nothing and continued to provoke.

Is it tolerable or intolerable?

Meng Zhitang felt that he had been humiliated, and he hated to catch Yang Xuan, and then eat his flesh one bite at a time.

A hint of madness flashed in Yang Xuan's eyes.

He suddenly gave up on the idea of escaping into the Forgotten Lands.

The golden light in the center of the dantian had grown to the size of a fist in several battles, and the surging power in it made Yang Xuan's heart frightened.

In the battle with Meng Zhitang and Meng Zhishou, he had never used this new power all along.

But at this moment, he was determined to give it a try.

The golden flywheel pressed down, like the destruction of heaven and earth.

Yang Xuan's body began to flash with golden light.

A strange aura rose from his body, and after rushing into the sky, it seemed to trigger something.

The wind rises, the clouds surge!

Heaven and earth are eclipsed.

The golden light spread out in the sky, and the entire starry sky seemed to dim for a moment before returning to normal.

And at this time, Yang Xuan had already reached the air.

Punch out!

Brilliant gold.

Like flowing water, around the fist, under the golden light, there seemed to be a five-colored brilliance flashing, and then it merged into the fist and disappeared.

A simple punch, a straight punch.

There are no bells and whistles, no tricks, and even the speed becomes extremely slow.

However, it was precisely this ordinary punch that made Meng Zhitang change color.

"Be careful!" Meng Zhishou, who followed closely, realized that something was wrong and suddenly shouted.

But it was too late.

Rumble!

Punch the golden wheel.

Meng Zhitang's flywheel was under the golden fist, and without any resistance, it was torn apart, and then it was torn apart, and finally turned into the dust of the universe, and there was not even a bit of scum left.

Meng Zhitang suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person quickly withered, his body retreated sharply, and he was almost unstable on his feet.

Meng Zhishou hurriedly flew over to support him, and exclaimed, "How are you?"

Meng Zhitang couldn't even say a word, his face was as pale as paper, and he who had lost his natal imperial weapon, under this punch, he was seriously injured again.

And his eyes were full of fear.

"Let's go...... Go, go. He struggled and panicked.

Emperor!

The power of this punch is definitely emperor-level.

And in the eyes of the Emperor, they are just ants.

"No, look at him. Meng Zhishou suddenly shouted.

Hearing this, Meng Zhitang instantly aimed his gaze at Yang Xuan's position.

Then, his face changed.

Yang Xuan was falling, like a stubborn stone that had lost any control, and then slammed into the ground, blood splattered several meters away.

There was a wry smile on his face.

1,000 wounded and 800 self-inflicted.

What he didn't expect was that the golden power in his body was completely unbearable with his meridians.

With just one punch, his meridians were shattered.

The punch was punched, and Meng Zhitang was also injured by him, but the problem was that he himself was also made a waste by this golden power.

That's really ......

He didn't know how to describe it.

"Kill him!"

Meng Zhitang let out a terrible scream.

Meng Zhishou did not hesitate, and with a wave of his hand, the Void Blade flew out like an arrow from the string and stabbed it fiercely.

Swish!

The tip of the blade sank into the earth and vanished.

disappeared together, as well as Yang Xuan, who was originally lying on the ground.

"What about people?

Meng Zhitang barked frantically, like a wounded mad dog.

There had never been a moment when he was so eager to kill someone.

Meng Zhishou didn't make a sound, but his face was gloomy and dripping.

At this moment, he had the idea of retreating.

......

Smack!

Yang Xuan fell on a piece of bluestone and smashed the bluestone to pieces.

Lying in the pile of stones, he looked at the eternal sky above the Forgotten Lands, and let out a long breath.

Using the emperor as a whetstone to find an opportunity to break through between life and death is about the only way he can take at this time.

And the facts have proved that his decision was correct.

The golden power that was born out of the aura, but higher than the aura, is probably the key to his breaking through the merger and entering the Mahayana period.

He had a premonition that one day, when all the colorful aura in his body was transformed into golden power, he would officially enter the Mahayana period.

The fresh air of the Forgotten Lands slowly entered his lungs, along with the ubiquitous aura.

The injury was recovering little by little, and as expected, it had condensed into a fist-sized golden power, which had increased by a few points again.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it won't be a few times before he can transform all his aura into new power.

His mind was calm, and the rich aura continued to enter his body, and then little by little it was transformed into golden power.

Yang Xuan discarded all distracting thoughts and fell into cultivation.

I don't know how long it took for him to open his eyes.

Feeling the condition of his body, he knew that it was time to go out and sharpen his knife again.

The body slowly floated up, and the already ragged clothes were shaken by him, and they turned into flying flotsam in the wind.

At this moment, he missed the moment when he was wrapped in the Sixth Dimensional Armor again.

At the very least, you don't have to worry about breaking your clothes.

But it's just a thought.

This is a path that he needs to walk on his own and will not seek help from anyone.

Taking a deep breath, ripples appeared under Yang Xuan's feet, who had changed into clothes again.

The next moment, his whole body quietly disappeared into the ripples.