Somewhere in the upper reaches of the Kamigawa, a very ordinary-looking simple boat was drifting slowly in the starry sky, and the powerful power of the Heavenly Dao Law everywhere didn't even affect it at all, and it didn't even shake the body of the boat.

In the three-zhang long wooden boat, there are two figures.

One of them was a middle-aged man with a wooden expression, and the other was young and handsome in white clothes, looking down at his palms at the moment, as if there was something remarkable about it.

After a long time, the young white-clothed monk raised his head, and sighed with a sad face: "Isn't it too unkind for us to do this, in case he knows, you and I can't afford to hammer it down in the future." ”

The middle-aged man was expressionless, and said lightly: "I have already talked to Xuanyuan Ming beforehand, and I also fought with him, and he only agreed when he lost." ”

The young monk covered his forehead with his hand: "You know that I am not talking about Xuanyuan Divine General, but his ......"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "Time is pressing, and we have no choice but to make this decision, not to mention that this is not in your calculations for a long time, otherwise what did you deliberately leave the Leng family kid with a wisp of Yuan Shen back then? Don't expect me to take the blame for you." ”

Exposed on the spot, the young whitefriar laughed dryly, stopped talking, and began to continue to look down at his palm, wandering out of the world.

……

At this moment, in Leng Haocang's Divine Kingdom space, the battle has just begun.

Seeing that Li Xuan was easily repulsed, Hai Gangfeng and Hu Yiming glanced at each other, and each used their strongest means.

Hu Yiming's hands and ten fingers were interlaced, and he quickly pinched out a trick.

In an instant, a purple flame rose from the soles of his feet, and soon enveloped his whole body, looking like a purple flame robe from a distance, and at the same time, a red mark like a flame also appeared on Hu Yiming's forehead.

"Burning God Ziyan!"

Hu Yiming roared angrily, and the blood-colored glaciers around him were suddenly melted by the high temperature, like a pot of boiling water that had just been boiled, turning into a mist and rising up, and purple dragons flew out of it, spitting flames and rushing towards Leng Haocang.

"This little carving insect skill is also embarrassing to show off. ”

Leng Haocang waved his sleeve robe with disdain, and immediately threw out a faint breeze from his sleeve.

The scorching purple flame dragon, when it encountered this breeze, was blown out like a candle flame, and its body turned into dust and fell to the ground.

Leng Haocang didn't forget to sneer: "Burning God, if this move is performed by a certain god monarch who has comprehended the ultimate fire law, I may still be a little afraid, as for you...... This mere flame is not enough to make tea. ”

Hu Yiming's expression remained unchanged, he didn't listen to what Leng Haocang was saying at all, he was not discouraged if he couldn't strike a blow, and continued to brew new magical powers.

He also had no way out, and had no choice but to fight to the death.

Taking advantage of Leng Hao's chatter, Hu Yiming turned his hands and changed another method.

The purple flame that was originally shrouded in his body quickly condensed into a ball, and the firelight turned into thunder and lightning, exuding a terrifying coercion.

"Tsk...... It turned out to be a double cultivation of electricity and fire, and it was hidden quite deeply, you and I have served as worship elders in the Wang family for so many years, and it is really the first time I have seen each other. ”

Leng Haocang sighed in his mouth, but there was no expression of surprise on his face.

"Heavenly Punishment!"

Hu Yiming held the ball of light condensed by purple lightning in his right hand, clenched his fist tightly with his left hand, and hammered his chest, making a sound of angry thunder rolling through.

A void sky, suddenly thunder and lightning, and soon a huge purple vortex appeared above Leng Haocang's head, which seemed to contain the power of hundreds of millions of thunderbolts.

"Click!"

A huge electric light about a hundred zhang thick hung down from the whirlpool and slashed directly at Leng Hao's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

The middle-aged monk frowned slightly, his figure disappeared in place in an instant, and the glacier was bombarded with a bottomless black hole.

The next moment, Leng Haocang's figure appeared on the other side, but the purple vortex also followed, hovering above his head all the time, and another thunderbolt fell, and the momentum seemed to be more fierce than the last time.

Leng Haocang didn't seem to be willing to confront it head-on, and once again teleported his bearings.

And so on and so forth.

Soon there were dozens of black holes left on the glacial ground, and these potholes showed no signs of repair due to the forcible extraction of the power of the rules of the kingdom of God.

Stalked by this strange purple electric death, Leng Haocang finally became a little angry.

If it weren't for the fact that his body was too weak, and the power of thunder and lightning was one of the deadliest nemesis of the primordial gods, why would he be so embarrassed by a mere mid-level giant god.

When another lightning like a mountain peak fell, Leng Haocang did not choose to continue to dodge, but raised his left hand, and the rest of his fingers clenched into fists, only the index finger and middle finger stretched out together.

At the same time, Leng Haocang's right hand quickly wiped over the surface of the two fingertips, and a golden long sword appeared in the palm of his hand.

Leng Haocang held the golden sword in his hand, and his momentum suddenly became extremely powerful, and with a sudden flick of his wrist, the golden long sword immediately roared out, completely destroying the thunder mountain, but the flying sword castration was still unabated, and it continued to stab at the purple vortex in the void.

A ball of purple and gold intertwined light exploded.

Leng Haocang's golden flying sword and Hu Yiming's purple electric vortex were both defeated, and they were annihilated at the same time.

Hai Gangfeng grabbed this fleeting fighter, his body suddenly rose from the ground, stretched out his arm and shook it in the void, grabbed a black spiritual power spear, and stabbed Leng Hao's eyebrows fiercely.

Leng Haocang snorted coldly in his mouth, and his body actually became illusory.

Hai Gangfeng's black spear passed through the center of his eyebrows, only stirring up a shallow ripple, and did not cause the slightest substantial damage.

But the next moment, Hai Gangfeng magically appeared in place, as if he had never moved, and Leng Haocang's figure also turned from illusory to substantial.

"Huh!"

A black light that was a few points faster than lightning shot out from Hai Gangfeng's hand, pointing directly at Leng Hao's eyebrows.

Leng Haocang smiled and said: "Reversing time, although it is only a moment, but it is also very rare, frankly speaking, you all surprised me a little......"

He stretched out an arm and caught the tip of the gun between his two fingers.

After Hai Gangfeng performed the strongest blow of his life, he was finally exhausted, his right arm that maintained a throwing posture hung down, and the qi and blood in his body were constantly surging, and he held on to his breath so that he did not fall on the spot.

The situation of Hu Yiming and Li Xuan is not much better.

In this heaven and earth, there seems to be some very strange law, which is drawing power from the depths of their souls bit by bit and grafting onto Leng Haocang.

This is also the reason why he is getting stronger and stronger the more he fights.

Is it really going to die here today?

Li Xuan subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Zhang Tianjiu, who was wrapped in the cage of the laws of heaven and earth like a silkworm chrysalis.

Until now, there was still not the slightest movement over there, not even a sign of struggle, could it be that he had already given up on his fate?

Xinghua Shenjun has never been seen.

It seems that everything is as he guessed.

Li Xuan was discouraged, and suddenly raised his hand to slap his Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Since he was in a catastrophe, he would rather be scattered than be deprived of his primordial spirit by Leng Haocang and endure the endless pain.

"Whoosh!"

A fierce sword intent appeared out of thin air, cutting off Li Xuan's right arm.

Li Xuan's face immediately distorted in pain, and he tightly covered the wound on his severed arm.

Being cut off an arm is actually nothing to a god-level cultivator, but Leng Haocang's sword aura contains a very terrifying killing intention, although it is only towards the body, it is no different from slashing at Li Xuan's divine soul.

Li Xuan is not like Zhang Tianjiu, who has the self-healing ability of physical cultivation and metamorphosis, and he can't grow another arm out of thin air, so he can only repair it through pills or corresponding supernatural spells.

But now he can't even save his life, and how can he care about an arm.

Leng Haocang was angry, and shouted: "If you want to die, how can it be so easy, it's better to honestly wait for the old man to strip off your primordial spirit, and ensure that until the last moment, you will never lose your breath in advance." ”

The desperate resistance of these ants just now made Leng Haocang very annoyed.

If they don't let them taste all kinds of torture before they die, I'm really sorry for his title of "killing god".

"Alright, that's the end of the game, elders, please get on your way!"

Leng Haocang didn't have the slightest smile on his face, he raised his hand and pointed towards the sky, a mighty sword qi began to condense, and the void and glacier began to collapse, once it was completed, it must be extremely terrifying.

Li Xuan, Hai Gangfeng, and Hu Yiming maintained their original posture and remained motionless.

It's not that they don't dare to move, but they really can't.

With this sword qi alone, it had already suppressed them so much that they couldn't raise their heads.

At the same time, Leng Haocang's body, like the glacier under his feet, began to show signs of melting.

This sword aura is so strong that it is not at all something that the physical body of a middle-level giant god can bear.

But it doesn't matter, soon he will have a new body that is most perfect, which can help him go further on the path of the Great Dao, and is even expected to become an existence comparable to that of the God Emperor.

……

In the depths of Kamigawa, a young man in a cyan robe was walking in the starry sky.

With each step he took, he was able to cross several star fields, as if he were walking in his own courtyard.

As the man in the Taoist robe walked, he was still muttering to himself: "It's not right...... Back then, I had already killed the primordial spirit of the Leng family kid, why did I smell his breath again just now, weird, really weird!"

The young monk was babbling, but the speed was unbelievably fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was only a few steps away from the Holy Light Star Field.

Suddenly, he stopped again, turned his head and looked into the depths of the starry sky, and as far as he could see, a middle-aged man with a wooden expression stood there quietly, making the mountains look up.

The young monk frowned slightly, and said, "Did you notice it too?"

Randomly shook his head again, and said, "No, it's because when I was chasing that Leng family kid back then, I left a trace of imprint in his primordial spirit, and you didn't participate." ”

The middle-aged man said in a sullen voice: "I know what you're going to do, can you listen to me?"

The young monk smiled and said, "You might as well talk about it first." ”

"Wait for a stick of incense before I go. ”

The young monk with an extraordinary bearing and a handsome divine wind was suddenly unhappy, looked at the Holy Light Continent close at hand, rolled his eyes and said, "You said you just waited, then I asked you to take my sword, are you willing?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Okay, you make a sword, and I punch." ”

The young monk thought seriously for a moment, and finally said softly, "Then I'd better wait." ”

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "You're not stupid. ”

The young sword cultivator's face was suddenly full of depression, and he said in his heart, "Are you so boastful, if it weren't for the fear that I can't beat you, my brother would have cut you into seventeen pieces.