The gray mist is pervasive, with a strange demonic wind, which makes people feel uncomfortable for a while.

Wu Heng's heart suddenly beat violently, and he found that Xuanyuan Ge, who was trampled under his feet, disappeared, completely turning into the endless mist that permeated it.

How so!

Xuanyuan Ge was obviously running out of oil, and he couldn't even fight with his bare hands.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the advice given to him by the God of Purgatory before the Great War: "Never underestimate a legend of the Nine Veins, even if he is dying and is trampled under your feet." ”

The counterattack of the strongest before death is often the most tricky, the last thing the enemy wants to see.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, Wu Heng found that a gray-white hand in the mist had strangely penetrated his chest, grabbing his heart directly, and then there was a heart-piercing cramp in his heart.

What the hell is that?

How can you penetrate his body without any defense!

"Young man, you're too tender to fight with me, go die!!" Faintly, Wu Heng heard Xuanyuan Ge's already frantic roar.

He didn't hesitate at all, and immediately shouted, "Immortal Golden Body!"

Most likely, in the next moment, he would be killed by that gray-white hand.

For a moment, a beam of golden body of light in the heavenly dome hit Wu Heng's body, transmitting an immortal power that cast him into a golden man!

Immortal golden body, invincible in the world for ten seconds, now that the emperor is here, he can't wipe him out in ten seconds, bathed in the power of immortality, the gray-white weird palm suddenly shrank, and escaped from Wu Heng's chest.

Before he had time to think about what was going on, the golden runes flickered under Wu Heng's feet, and he hurriedly retreated, wanting to leave this strange mist.

"Evil Spirit Contract, that is the most taboo type of spell in demon cultivation, it cannot be used unless it is a demon cultivator, is it possible that Xuanyuan Ge is still a demon cultivator?" A group of old-timers from all walks of life looked at the overwhelming fog outside the imperial city, and their hearts turned over and over, and many speculations arose.

"Wangwang, it's terrible, Wu Heng is afraid that there will be no return. When the big yellow dog saw this, he immediately jumped to his feet.

"Wu Heng has an immortal golden body, he should be able to get out, right?" Liu Cheng was half-convinced, he looked at the vast and endless gray mist hundreds of miles away, and his heart was a little hairy.

The big yellow dog said anxiously for a while: "The evil spirit contract is not a joke, Wu Heng is afraid that it will be difficult to get out of that misty area, once he gets lost in it, it will be impossible to get out of the ......."

Near the imperial city, a hustle and bustle sounded.

"Why would the high-level elders of the demon clan practice forbidden spells?"

"Hehe, it turns out that Xuanyuan Ge is still a heinous demon cultivator!"

"I didn't expect that the dignified demon royal family would go to shield a demon cultivator. Some people even took the opportunity to stir up trouble and began to stir up monks from all walks of life.

"I wonder if Xuanyuan Ge is a demon cultivator, this matter needs to be investigated, I hope you don't speculate. The voice of Xuanyuan Shanggong echoed in the airspace of the imperial city, and the living fossil's tone was strong, with a threatening meaning, which calmed the restless scene a little.

At this time, in the spectacular and creepy gray mist, a huge human head was faintly revealed, its face was very hideous, with fangs, pointed ears, an eagle nose, long hair like a hedgehog, and a dead silence in his eyes.

Faintly, there was a hoarse and ugly laughter: "Hahahaha, finally, finally someone is willing to sacrifice to recall the deity back to the world!!"

After seeing the hideous face clearly, all the old guys couldn't help but gasp: "Sure enough, it's the evil spirit clan." ”

According to historical records, the evil spirit race was short-lived in the last days of the last ancient era, this race was brutal and bloody, feeding on human blood, killing many innocent people.

Wu Heng also saw the huge head in the heavy mist, and he was surprised to find that there was a person standing in the mouth of the evil spirit clan man, and it was the bloody Xuanyuan Ge.

Xuanyuan Ge's eyes were full of despair and coldness, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Wu Heng, and let out a deafening roar: "I want him to die!"

"Is that little hairy child? You are a legend of nine veins, you can't even beat such a little hairy child?" The evil spirit man's dead eyes glanced at Wu Heng, and then he felt a little ridiculous.

Before he died, he was still so sarcastic, Xuanyuan Ge only felt a tingle in his old face, and he said violently with green roots on his face: "Kill him!"

"Okay, from now on, you should be honored for it, because in the future, you will be a member of the Evil Spirit Clan, and when the time comes, follow the Eternal Evil Spirit King to conquer the Ten Thousand Domains!" the Evil Spirit Clan man said surgingly, and then he closed his mouth, and Xuanyuan Ge's figure left his sight, and the sound of chewing flesh and bone came from his mouth.

When the monks outside the imperial city saw this scene, they couldn't help but get goosebumps all over their bodies, such a sacrificial technique was too dark, once they made a request, their bodies would be chewed and devoured by the evil creatures, which was equivalent to death!

Soon, the demon clan man disappeared, and in the overwhelming mist, a figure slowly appeared.

It's Xuanyuan Ge!!

He was unrecognizable at the moment, his skin was gray, his face was hideous, his fangs were sharp, his ears were long, his ears were long, his nose was like an eagle's beak, his white hair was like spikes, and there was only dead silence in his eyes.

All the high-ranking members of the demon clan were furious, this was too shameful, Xuanyuan Ge betrayed the demon clan in public, and in order to gain power, he destroyed his body and became a servant of the evil spirit clan.

"You forced everything, you ruined everything for me...... Although it can only be left for three minutes, it is enough!!" After Xuanyuan Ge roared, the person rushed up like a violent wind, killing directly towards Wu Heng, halfway through, he turned from one person to two, two people to four, and four people to eight...... When Xuanyuan Ge came to Wu Heng's body, he had already transformed into sixteen identical Xuanyuan Ge, with a hideous look that was shocking.

That's the evil spirit's weird ghosting clone!

"Boom!"

When the sixteen Xuanyuan Ge attacked at the same time, and their strength was greatly improved, a strong sense of oppression made Wu Heng unable to breathe.

Bang, a dull crash sounded in the mist.

At this moment, the immortal golden body had disappeared, and Wu Heng couldn't block it, although he was already struggling to retreat, he was still hit by the nine doppelgangers, and his whole body was bruised.

He found that each doppelganger had the same power as the main body, which was a bit against the sky......

"Very good, the power possessed by this new body is indeed very strong!" the unrecognizable Xuanyuan Ge laughed maniacally, and rushed to kill Wu Heng.

Bang bang......

Wu Heng blocked in front with both hands, and even if he was kicked away, even if his heavenly eye was running rapidly, he could not block the hand-to-hand combat of sixteen Xuanyuan Ge against him. The most hateful thing is that this gray mist is like a labyrinth, making it impossible for him to get out.

"How about it, it's nice to be hit by sixteen of me like a sandbag, right?" Xuanyuan Ge said unusually cruelly, he was no longer an elder of the demon royal family, but a servant of the evil spirit clan, a servant who had inherited the powerful strength of the evil spirit clan.

The monks watching the battle outside could clearly see the picture of the battle in the mist, and said in surprise: "Xuanyuan Ge's strength has become stronger, and he is already a cultivator of the Ten Realms of Ascending Immortals!"

"What?" Xuanyuan Xi listened with some despair.

Now no one can help Wu Heng, not even the immortal master of Tianhe Star can't break into the mist area. The big yellow dog speculated that the evil spirit man who had just emerged was definitely a powerful being beyond the Ascending Immortal Realm, and he really existed in some corner of the world!

In just a few breaths, Wu Heng was already out of breath, and he was beaten to the ground, unable to move!

After inheriting the evil spirit body, Xuanyuan Ge almost had overwhelming strength, and Wu Heng was completely difficult to contend with.

"Oops, the terrifying level of an evil spirit body Xuanyuan Ge is the Ten Realms of Ascending Immortals, and sixteen Xuanyuan Ge appear at the same time......" Allure City Xue, Xuanyuan Xi and the others couldn't help but gasp, worried about Wu Heng.

"Now, Wu Heng has no way to live at all!"

The monks who watched the battle were all speechless, who could have imagined that Xuanyuan Ge would use the art of sacrifice to destroy his own body and become a servant of the evil spirits......

Bang bang......

With a flick of Xuanyuan Ge's fist, there will be sixteen doppelgangers attacking Wu Heng from all directions, the powerful power of the Nine Veins Legend, the ancient god body is also difficult to resist, and he was beaten and vomited blood, and fell to the ground.

Wu Heng frowned in pain, his body was drenched in sweat, and two big words full of power suddenly appeared in his mind: "Vertical and horizontal!"

Immediately after, two big words came to his mind: "Detachment!"

It is an indescribable artistic conception, but the simple four words seem to encompass all the principles and principles in the world, and have the supreme Tao rhyme.

Regarding the word detachment, it was before the war that Wu Heng asked Allure Snow to copy and portray it for himself, and he also gained a lot from it.

As early as when he was in the deserted city, he had insight into the path of immortals and demons, and fused with the unity of the avenue with the vertical and horizontal mysteries, which produced miraculous effects, and one person shot as if two people had shot. And the fusion of vertical and horizontal and detachment to form a real immortal and demon dao, what kind of effect will it be?

It is impossible to say that Wu Heng has begun to involuntarily copy the great principles in vertical and horizontal and detachment, and he was distracted for a while, as if he had entered a new world, surrounded by an empty sky and a soft light.

It was a very mysterious artistic conception that made him unable to extricate himself.

Bang!

Suddenly, Wu Heng Ghost made a divine move, and with a flick of his big hand, he actually unloaded all the fist strength of the sixteen Xuanyuan Ge.

The fist was empty, and Xuanyuan Ge immediately stumbled backwards and almost fell to the ground.

He couldn't believe that Wu Heng could dissolve his sixteen punches with just one fluttering movement.

Bang!

Xuanyuan Ge punched again, and the sixteen doppelgangers were like one person, and their movements were uniform, besieging them from all directions.

Wu Heng still stretched out his hand and flicked it gently, turning into a soft afterimage, unhurried, fighting with the sixteen evil spirit clan bodies.

What seems to be a simple and ordinary move competition has long been beyond the scope that ordinary monks can understand.

Because the trajectory of Xuanyuan Ge's shot was as fast as lightning, like sixteen electric lights killing Wu Heng at the same time, but Wu Heng's slow and leisurely movements were able to dissolve the sixteen killing electric lights in an instant and push them out.

"Is this the method of the Immortal Demon Dao used by Wu Heng in the battle of the Deserted City?

"It's so mysterious, this kind of Taoist competition is out of the world!"

The monks' eyes widened when they saw it, and even many of the living fossils were dumbfounded and incomprehensible.

"The immortal demon path that integrates vertical and horizontal and detachment is really terrifying, and the enemy with sixteen Xuanyuan Ge can still be easily dealt with......" Wu Heng, who was silent in a new world, was ecstatic, and he even pushed the opponent sixteen people with the strength of one person, forcing Xuanyuan Ge to retreat again and again.

The Immortal Demon Dao has both the invulnerability of the Immortal Dao and the domineering vertical and horizontal of the Demon Dao, which is a flawless Dao method, all-encompassing, and ever-changing.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Wu Heng opened his eyes, and a fist turned into sixteen afterimages, hitting Xuanyuan Ge's sixteen clones respectively.

"You ......" Xuanyuan Ge was suffocated for a moment, he found that the power contained in his fist was completely beyond his comprehension, with an incomparably sacred aura beyond the world, as well as an aura of destruction that was dark and endlessly brutal.

Immediately after, the sixteen Xuanyuan Ge turned into a piece of blood, directly killing that fist to death.

The Demon King's eyelids jumped slightly in the Imperial City, and he muttered to himself, "Is that the Eight Forbidden?"

Xuanyuan Ge obtained the body of the evil spirit clan, and cultivated to reach the Great Perfection of the Ten Realms of Dengxian Immortals, and he was only one step away from Dengxian Eleven, but he still let Wu Heng kill with one fist!

To be able to kill a monk who surpasses his entire eleven cultivation realms and eight small realms in combat power, what is it if it is not eight forbidden?

A group of high-level elders of the demon clan also roared in their brains, and they were blank.

Wu Heng really won......

He defeated an enemy that was simply impossible to defeat.

That is the legend of the Nine Veins, and it is also the Great Perfection of the Ten Realms of Ascending Immortals!

Until Wu Heng relied on the flawless Dao method of the Immortal Demon Dao to get out of the hazy fog, the monks watching the battle outside the imperial city were still a little in a trance.

"It seems that my apprentice and husband is really a monster......" Xuehua muttered to herself, her mood was already difficult to calm down, she had never encountered such an amazing material in her life.

Allure Xue and Xuanyuan Xi watched Wu Heng walk out with bruises all over his body, his eyes were hazy with tears, and his emotions were difficult to extricate himself.

"He's still alive, although he's seriously injured, but he really killed a legend of the Nine Veins!!" Liu Cheng was short of breath, his face was a little pale, although he was happy for Wu Heng, but he was frightened before he was happy.

The big yellow dog rarely had a solemn face, and said to himself: "The eight prohibitions are ethereal, and an ancient emperor has never had evidence to explain that he has stepped into the eight prohibitions, how could a human race monk step into such a realm, too, Wu Heng is not a human monk, not only has inherited the power of the powerful bloodline of the demon race, but also one of the most powerful physiques in the human race, plus the world-destroying Dao soul has experienced thousands of tempers of thunder tribulation, plus the twelve immortal veins at the peak of the martial arts cultivation world......"

"It seems that I won this fight. When Wu Heng walked closer, he smiled weakly.

He also clearly saw that Xuanyuan Hong's facial muscles standing at the head of the city were twitching violently.

When the Protoss Imperial City watched this battle through the light curtain image, the Protoss monks were all silent.

"Eight Forbidden...... Can I do it in that kind of field......" Tianzhong Xingchen's face was gloomy and terrifying, he would never allow a young generation to override him in a certain field.

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