Chapter 337 Unable to Suppress (II) In the Eight Desolation Xuan Formation, Wu Heng was covered in golden light, holding the Ancient Heaven Turning Hammer in his hand, and with one enemy and seven, he pressed several dragon cultivators who were guarding the Great Wilderness out of breath.

This is the anti-heaven talent who has touched the Six Forbidden Realms, although he only has the cultivation of the Second Realm of Psychics, but he is capable of fighting the dragon powerhouse!

"This kid touches the six prohibitions, ordinary methods can't be suppressed at all, you quickly launch the underworld soldiers to drown him!" The shouts of the old monks came from the Eastern Wilderness, and then the war drums rumbled, as if there were thousands of troops and horses galloping, magnificent, and everywhere the army of underworld corpses passed, they were like autumn winds sweeping away leaves, and no grass was growing.

"Seven Star Demon Slashing, see what you can do to this army of corpses!" In the face of the army of corpses rolling in, Wu Heng always looked indifferent, without the slightest panic, he sacrificed the sixth mystery of the holy sword technique, summoned a seven-star sword, and killed the army of corpses that were black and oppressive.

"Boom!"

The ancient sword roared, full of righteousness, specializing in slashing demons, turning into a blue light that instantly penetrated the chests of hundreds of underworld soldiers, and then blood splashed, like a fountain soaring, and blood stained the sky.

"Damn, this kid's methods are simply endless, and it's hard to suppress!" Several old monks changed color, and their facial muscles twitched.

Wu Hengzai didn't care about the three seven twenty-one, he ran towards the western mountain, as long as he killed the monks guarding the barren mountain, he would be able to break through the Eight Desolate Xuan Array!

"I can't stop it here, everyone hurry up and help!" The middle-aged monk guarding the Western Wilderness looked panicked and shouted for help. Wu Heng under the mountain was completely like a fierce desolate beast, no one could stop him, and he came straight to the top of the mountain.

"Don't mess around, this kid is just a psychic second realm cultivator, we will consume him alive!" A monk who has reached the peak of the second realm of the dragon has already turned into the third realm of the dragon in half a step, he is the strongest among the eight monks, and he is also the oldest, he looks like he is over eighty years old, he has gray hair, wrinkled skin, and is skinny, as if the wind can blow it away.

However, in the definition of martial arts, people cannot be judged by their appearance, and many beings with great magical powers are old men in the armor. This old man's name is Ling Xiaohu, awakening the soul of the White Tiger Dao, he turned into a white tiger with a vigorous posture, and pounced towards Wu Heng very violently.

"Whew!"

The white tiger roared angrily, the nine heavens trembled, and as soon as the huge claws of the white tiger fell, the great wilderness stones flew in all directions, weighing thousands of tons, which was very terrifying.

"It's actually a monk who has awakened the Dao soul of the divine beast......" Wu Heng was shocked and immediately retreated, he had seen Xuanyuan Yanran's colorful divine phoenix Dao soul, the power was very domineering, the white tiger belonged to the vein of the divine beast, and the attack was very strong.

"If it weren't for the old decay that left a Dao mark in a battle, now the cultivation has already reached the sky!" Ling Xiaohu said some of his past events, with a little sigh, he awakened the soul of the divine beast, he was originally a genius of the heavens, but unfortunately his fate was unfortunate.

Wu Heng looked coldly at the white tiger that was rushing towards him, and said, "What do you want to express?"

"I just want to tell you, young people don't be too crazy, there is never a shortage of talents in Zhongzhou. Ling Xiaohu spoke, and he turned into a white tiger and rushed over, slapping his paw towards Wu Heng, with a hollow hunting sound.

"Boom!"

Wu Heng was simple and direct, and he only met it with a fist in the face of the huge tiger claw, but what shocked him was that he was actually slapped back a few steps by the tiger claw, and Ling Xiaotian, who had turned into a white tiger, just stood in place and never moved.

"The divine beast is really domineering. Wu Heng's right arm was numb for a while, and it was the first time he had suffered such a big loss in hand-to-hand combat.

"Death!" Bai Hu opened his words, his pupils were indifferent, and he opened his bloody mouth and devoured Wu Heng, like a hurricane sweeping away, and the speed was extremely fast.

Facing the vigorous white tiger, Wu Heng immediately stretched out his right hand to depict the ancient font in the void, summoned the line of words to dodge the formation, and shrank into inches, Wu Heng could cross fifty or sixty zhang in one step, and it was difficult to catch up with the white tiger no matter how fast it was.

"This kid's speed is so fast!" Ling Xiaohu looked at Wu Heng, who immediately threw off the distance between his two main streets, and was shocked, he shouted to several other monks who were guarding the Great Wilderness: "Come out and kill Wu Heng quickly, and see where he can escape." ”

Wu Heng is trapped in the Eight Desolation Xuan Array, no matter where he flees, it is the territory of the monks of the Qingyang League, once the essence is consumed, it will be the battle of trapped beasts.

"Okay, let's shoot together to see where he can escape!" Several monks guarding the Great Wilderness sneered, and they shot waves of light at Wu Heng, leaving him with nowhere to hide!

Bang!

The waves spread like ripples, covering a very wide area, and Wu Heng was hit by three or four waves of light in an instant, and his body was vibrating against the countercurrent.

"Poof. Wu Heng suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale. His cultivation was still a little weaker, and he couldn't withstand the consumption of the eight dragon cultivators at all.

"Hahahaha, a little ghost is a little ghost, and the talent of heaven is nothing more than that!" Seeing that Wu Heng couldn't support it, the middle-aged monk in the Western Wilderness sneered and ridiculed again and again, and Wu Heng was arrogant that he would take his life in ten minutes, and now he wanted to see how this kid took his life.

"Heh, it's been a long time since I've used my Dao Soul, and now it seems that I'm going to make an exception. At this moment, Wu Heng suddenly laughed, and the scalps of the several monks who were guarding the Great Wilderness were numb, and there was inexplicable fear in their hearts.

Wu Heng's black pupils suddenly glowed with red blood, looking extremely demonic, his black hair danced wildly in the void, his voice became extremely indifferent, and he looked at the monk in the Western Wilderness and said: "Since I said that I will take your head in ten minutes, I will do what I say!"

"Why does this kid look more and more like a big demon......" The monk in the Western Wilderness suddenly felt that Wu Heng had become a little wrong, this person was like a big demon descending into the world, with a strong killing aura all over his body.

Of course, fear is fear, but face can't be lost, seeing that Wu Heng said again that he would take his head within ten minutes, the monk of the Western Wilderness pretended to be calm and sneered: "I still have a hard mouth when I die, I really want to see how you take my head." ”

"Hmph, you'll figure it out in no time. Wu Heng's voice was indifferent to the bones, like a cool breeze blowing, making people's backs chill, he muttered to himself, and read out four words: "Extinguish...... Generation...... Road...... Soul. ”

As soon as the four words came out, the wind and clouds changed color, and a desolate aura of destruction pressed from the void, like an invisible devil's claw choking the necks of several monks, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

"What kind of Dao soul is this, why have I never seen it on Wu Heng's information?" Ling Xiaohu immediately felt that something was wrong with the situation, at this moment, Wu Heng was like a changed person, like a god and demon standing there, just the momentum that was revealed could crush the heavens!

"I have never used a demon soul in the eyes of the people of the Middle Continent world, so naturally you don't know!" A cold smile melted into the corner of Wu Heng's mouth, and the battle intent was strong.

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