After shaking off the dragon spear in Liu Ye's hand with his shocking divine power, Wu Heng immediately sacrificed the attack array, and pinched the sword in his hand until it was pointed at the center of his eyebrows.

"Click"

The crisp sound of a skull cracking was heard.

Because Liu Ye was shocked by the strange force, his body had not been able to stabilize in the void, so that Wu Heng pointed right in the center of his eyebrows, and thousands of wisps of fierce sword qi pierced through!

Wu Heng clearly saw that Liu Ye's skull was cracked with his heavenly eyes, but there was something strange inside.

A monk is the most fragile part of the eyebrows, and there is a primordial spirit in it, once it is injured, it is very likely that the primordial spirit will be wiped out, and there will be no return.

"Ancestor!!"

Seeing this scene, the monks of the Liu family of the Protoss shouted in grief and panicked, once the ancestor fell, who else could stop Wu Heng in this boundless and desolate starry sky ancient road?

Liu Ye was pointed through the eyebrows by Wu Heng and immediately burst back, his face was a little pale, he looked in the direction of the clansmen, waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, and said in a low voice: "Don't panic." ”

Wu Heng had already understood the strangeness in it, and said indifferently: "What was split just now was a saint skull, but you shouldn't have a second piece." ”

He had used such a means to defend himself before, and he knew some of these characteristics.

Liu Ye retreated more than ten miles away in a row, looking at Wu Heng silently, his expression was disillusioned, obviously his heart had not calmed down.

"If it weren't for the fact that I had cultivated a piece of a saint's skull and fused it with the Heavenly Spirit Cover, I am afraid that I would not have been able to hold the blow just now......" Liu Ye was furious, and it was difficult to accept the fact that Wu Heng's combat power had skyrocketed so fast.

"It's over!"

Wu Heng was extremely strong, and the twelve lines and veins on his back showed up together, and at that moment, his figure became incomparably majestic, as unstoppable as the gods of the heavens!

All the monks looked at it in a cold sweat, it was really twelve immortal veins, twelve immortal veins that were rare in the historical stage!

"Buzz!"

Wuheng stepped forward, trampling a piece of the void apart, and a vertical and horizontal path scattered out, and the hegemony was boundless.

"Do you really think that the old man's cultivation is one realm lower than Xuanyuan Ge, so you can have nothing to fear?" Liu Ye almost roared, his eyes were vicious and cruel, he was now the Nine Immortal Veins and the Nine Realms of Immortals, and he knew very well in his heart that since Wu Heng could even kill Xuanyuan Ge, it would be difficult for him to help Wu Heng if he was weaker than Xuanyuan Ge.

But he is definitely not a soft persimmon, and any legend of the Nine Veins should not be underestimated.

"In fact, you are indeed a little easier to bully than Xuanyuan Ge. Wu Heng sneered, and sacrificed the Houyi Bow for long-range shooting, and at that time, the arrows that shot the sun were like meteors under the starry sky, quickly passing through this boundless universe.

"Boom!"

Liu Ye sacrificed the immortal method to resist, and countless ancient attack runes appeared in his palm, and when he pressed down with one palm, his vitality was extinguished, and he was able to smash the sun-shooting arrow, and the two collided with a brilliant glow.

The legend of the nine veins is still the legend of the nine veins, not that you can cut it if you can cut it.

It's just that the ending is difficult to change, and when Wu Heng sacrifices the gate of hell, plus the extreme power of the twelve immortal veins, Liu Ye is already struggling.

Bang!

Wu Heng used the instantaneous technique to shoot ten Qiankun Divine Fists in a row in the air.

Each golden fist was as dazzling as the sun, brilliant and brilliant, streaking across the dark and cold starry sky.

"Click......

Liu Ye's cracked red clay pot was overwhelmed and completely shattered by the ten Qiankun Divine Fists.

"Wangwang, that's a rare ancient relic immortal treasure, although it has been eroded too much by time, it has long been tattered, and it can't exert its power, if the clay pot is intact, Wuheng will be in trouble. The big yellow dog looked at it with a pain in his flesh, as if the broken clay pot was his own.

"Die!"

With the blessing of the Gate of Hell, Wu Heng's blood-red eyes were sharp and terrifying, and he slashed the Ancient Heaven-Turning Hammer to kill.

"Ahh

Liu Ye screamed, half of his body was smashed, blood was like rain, red and gorgeous, and sprinkled all over the nearby Starry Sky Ancient Road.

"Ancestor!!"

The faces of the monks of the Liu family of the Protoss were bloodless, and their bodies were constantly trembling.

Wu Heng is determined to take revenge, and he uses all means to show no mercy at all.

"Boom!"

There are metal weapons moving, Wu Heng occupies an absolute advantage, and among the twelve wisps of immortal qi blessing weapons, there is extreme power, which is not comparable to nine wisps of immortal qi at all.

Liu Ye dragged half of the smashed body to resist, covered in blood and with a hideous face, he laughed at himself and sneered: "The old man thought that his longevity would be exhausted, and when the matter of the dark blue star passed, he could live in seclusion in the mountains and forests for the rest of his life and enjoy a leisure, but it seems that it is difficult to achieve his wish now." ”

There is no remorse in his words, only regret and unwillingness.

"Woooooooooo......oo Ancestor ......" Dozens of Liu family monks of the Protoss choked up and shouted, crying loudly, and the other half of the people couldn't resist the impact of the "vertical and horizontal" killing intent and had already fallen, and were killed alive by two words, the scene looked very bleak, and there was a great deviation from the previous high-spirited state.

"It turned out that Shouyuan was about to run out, and the oil was about to run out, so I said how did my strength become so weak. Wu Heng spoke, and then he didn't show any mercy, and raised his hand to hit a huge tripod, and the dragon qi in the tripod rose, and the mist surged!

"Bang Dang"

Shenglong Ding was thick and powerful, knocking Liu Ye out fiercely, and a large amount of blood shot out of his body, and he was already incomplete.

"The end is decided. Several masters of the Gathering Immortal Society sighed, it was unimaginable that in less than half an hour, the life of the ancestor of the Liu family of the Protoss would come to an end, and he would be killed by a young man.

The monks of the Tian Yuan Continent had goosebumps all over the place, this battle completely subverted their common sense, they had never thought that a young man in his twenties could fight the legend of the Nine Veins, thinking that it was simply a fantasy.

Wu Heng controlled the Shenglong Ding from a distance, fused it with twelve wisps of immortal qi, and a wave of extreme power surged out, smashing Liu Ye into a ball of meat on the spot, and said to himself: "At the beginning in the Immortal Domain, you bullied me to be weak, but now it can be regarded as a self-brewed bitter fruit." ”

"Hiss......"

"That's a legend of the Nine Veins!"

"Just kill like that?"

When Liu Ye really died tragically, people couldn't help but gasp, they couldn't believe it, although they had heard that Wu Heng could kill a more powerful existence before, what they could hear was definitely far less real and shocking than what they saw with their own eyes.

"The legend of cutting the nine veins is like slaughtering a chicken and slaughtering a duck, what kind of toughness should Wu Heng be when he grows up in the future? Will he become the one who will ascend to the emperor in the future?" Liu Cheng was in a daze, he knew that although he had entered the immortal, he could never be Wu Heng's opponent.

This is a terrifying demon of the same generation, and the crown of the young supreme is well deserved.

After the monks of the Liu family of the Protoss were wiped out by the word "vertical and horizontal", Wu Heng turned back to the merchant ship, and he sighed slightly, if he could imprison Liu Yexian, it would be a great help.

His strength is still not enough, and it is difficult for him to be a true immortal prisoner with a strong man with nine immortal veins.