Chapter 235 Blood Battle (II) The Ancient Sky Turning Hammer was stained with scarlet blood, and the blood was like water droplets, slowly condensing together, forming a large blood bead, and finally overwhelmed, falling off from under the hammer, staining the ground red, but more blood was absorbed by the Ancient Sky Turning Hammer, this magic hammer can not only smash mountains, but also very bloodthirsty, can absorb any blood, and enhance its own demonic nature.

Wu Heng's purple clothes were stained with blood, his black hair fluttered, and he said words that made many people feel unbelievable, he actually wanted to wash all the monks of the Qingyang League at the scene in blood.

"What a big breath, hundreds of monks from the Qingyang League are here, have you killed the light?" The old monk's voice was like thunder, revealing an unparalleled momentum, and the person who was pressed couldn't breathe, this person's cultivation was in the Tongtian Second Realm, which was much stronger than the Lietian that Wu Heng killed before. He stepped forward and shouted at the monk behind him, "All of you hurry up and leave, as long as you report this matter to the elders of the Qingyang League, someone will naturally come to take this kid's life." ”

"Brother Situ, do you want to hold him down alone?" a psychic monk asked, standing beside Situ Feng.

If it were usual, a monk of the second realm of psychic against a monk of the third realm of the Xuan Rank, absolutely no one would ask such a question, the monk of the second realm of the psychic against the monk of the Xuan Rank is completely in the form of crushing, except for today's young leaders, who has the ability to challenge beyond the level?

However, today, some people are asking, can a monk of the second realm of the psychic be able to drag Wu Heng of the third realm of the Xuan Rank?

Pay attention to the word "drag", Wu Heng's means are too strong, they are comparable to the young generation of leaders in Central Continent, they don't expect Situ Feng to defeat Wu Heng, they just hope that he can drag Wu Heng.

"Although that guy is strong, the old man has a living Dao soul, and he can't kill me. "The old monk Situ Feng is still full of confidence in his own strength, he now knows very well that the number of people has no effect on Wu Heng, because the overall strength of the Qingyang League monks present is too weak, except for the five psychic monks, most of them are congenital monks, and there are some monks of the Xuan Realm, if there are Yuan Shen weapons in hand, it is fine, but the weapons are all taken back by Wu Heng's corner formation, and the monks without weapons are as weak as ants for Wu Heng, who is strong in flesh, and they can be pinched to death at will, and they will not play any role.

Among the five psychic monks, Lietian was killed by Wu Heng, and the other had no choice but to be cut off by Situ Feng's right arm to save his life, but he also lost his combat effectiveness.

After all, there is a huge gap between the second realm of the psychic realm and the third realm of the Xuan Rank, and the gap between cultivation is very large, so Situ Feng has such confidence, but he seems to have overlooked a detail, that is, Wu Heng has never used the Dao soul after fighting until now.

Except for a small number of men who are strong and strong, most of the monks are scattered as birds and beasts, and they flee to the gate, they all have the same idea in their hearts: even the Yuanshen weapon has been taken into the bag, and he has a fart, that guy is strong and scary, and staying is looking for death!

"If you want to run, how can it be so easy?" Wu Hengjian raised his eyebrows, and his right hand carved the sealing formation, directly striking an enchantment, sealing the huge black domain gate and sealing the exit. The sealing array is the fourth formation pattern in the Great Dao formation, which is more difficult to comprehend than the previous three, and it is also more powerful, it needs to fuse the thousands of runes and complex formations, and it will condense and burst out in an instant, and the cultivation is complete, it can seal all things, and swallow mountains and rivers, although Wu Heng has only comprehended the three layers of mysteries, it is enough to deal with this group of little minions.

"Bang!"

The dozen or so monks of the Qingyang Alliance who rushed towards the gate didn't have time to react, and they were all bounced back by the transparent barrier, and they all spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Damn, smash it!" A monk shouted angrily, condensed the essence element, and bombarded the transparent barrier with a punch, and then the layer of the barrier was as soft as cotton, without any force, and like a lake, it sparkled, and the waves rippled, forming a rebound force, which bounced the monk who punched ten feet away, and injured the original spirit, coughing up the essence and blood.

Seeing this, the Qingyang League monk immediately cursed: "What kind of bullshit formation is this, you can't beat it, you can't touch it?"

"This kid has actually learned the Great Avenue Formation...... Ouyang Xi's heart jumped suddenly, shocked, he once saw a record in an ancient book mentioning the Great Avenue Formation, the Great Avenue Formation is divided into five types, attack, defense, line, seal, and annihilation, each of which is extremely mysterious, and it is difficult to comprehend.

At first, he was very suspicious that Wu Heng was using the most mysterious avenue formation in the formation, but at this moment, thinking of the methods used by Wu Heng, he was sure of it.

Shrinking the ground into inches, the formation pattern that is dozens of zhang away in one step is the line formation, and the formation pattern that instantly increases the combat effectiveness several times is the attack formation, and covering the sky with one hand, grabbing hundreds of strange treasures like the formation pattern in the hand is not the sealing array?

"It is said that every kind of formation pattern in the Great Dao Formation is mysterious and mysterious, and it is difficult for anyone to comprehend it completely, but Wu Hengguang has used three kinds of formation patterns during this period of time, and it is like flowing water, and it is easy to control it, what kind of identity is this kid?" Ouyang Xi was full of questions, and the true appearance of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in front of him at this moment became more mysterious in his heart.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a devastating power filled the entire Demon Temple, and the ground was shaking—killing intent, terrifying killing spread around, and many people shivered in their hearts, and they were a little worried.

"I said, you won't get out alive......" The voice was extremely cold, and I saw Wu Heng lift the Ancient Heaven Turning Hammer and kill it, he stepped out dozens of feet away, picked up the hammer and smashed a congenital monk of the Qingyang League into a meat patty.

"Poof!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and before the man had time to scream, he perished and died, under the hammer of this demon treasure!

"This ...... This man is simply a devil...... He really wanted to slaughter hundreds of Qingyang League monks to death. The person watching from a distance couldn't help but have trembling lips, and his legs were trembling, fortunately he was not from the Qingyang League, otherwise he would not be able to escape his fate.

"No, don't kill me...... Ah......h

With a panicked scream, the young monk who had been slapped twice by Wu Heng and twice by Master Lietian was directly crushed into powder by the Ancient Heaven Turning Hammer.

"Boy, if you have a kind, you will fight me!" Situ Feng shouted angrily, his eyes were red, and he personally watched the monks of the Qingyang League die under the Wuheng Demon Hammer. However, the formation is unparalleled in the world, and Situ Feng can't keep up with Wu Heng's speed at all, let alone block it in advance.

Wu Heng didn't talk nonsense at all, stepped out, and appeared in front of a monk in the Xuanyi realm, his expression was as indifferent as a demon god, he picked up the hammer and went down, and he harvested the life of a monk of the Qingyang League.

The god body is too strong, the ancient sky-turning hammer is too domineering, coupled with the unparalleled line of words in the world, it is difficult for the Qingyang League monks on the scene to resist his attack, he comes and goes without a trace, stepping on the line of words The formation is like a gust of wind coming and going, making people unable to catch it with the naked eye, carrying the jet-black iron hammer, harvesting the lives of the Qingyang League monks like death.

"Among the same level, except for the special physique, Wu Heng is almost unstoppable. Xuehua, who stood in the distance and watched all this quietly, secretly sighed, her little man's growth was faster than she imagined, in just a year and a half, Xuehua would not have thought that Wu Heng now has the ability to fight against a hundred, but in the big world of Zhongzhou, there are not many ghosts like him, but there are still them.

"Boom!"

The Ancient Hammer bombarded down, leaving another puddle of blood on the ground. The monks of the Qingyang League began to panic, the young man with the magic hammer in his hand looked very indifferent, the indifference was terrifying, in his eyes, the enemy was not a human at all, but an ant, and he would not blink an eye if he was pinched to death.

Wu Heng's purple clothes were stained with blood, and his eyes gradually turned a little red, but he didn't mean to use the soul of the world destroying the world, now is not the time to use the demon soul, the soul of the world destroying the world is a double-edged sword, although it is very strong, but it will also bring him many crises, once the people of the Central Continent find out that Wu Heng awakened is the demon soul, I am afraid that he will repeat the mistakes of the past, and finally make the same as the monks of the Heavenly Continent, chasing and killing him all over the world.

There are too many strong people in the Central Continent, and there are monks in the realm of Tongshen, and the characters who cultivate in that realm are not at all what Wu Heng, a small god body, can compete with.

"That indifferent look alone makes people's hearts furious, and they can't give birth to the slightest sense of war. A monk of the Ouyang family sighed, the picture of the tragic death of those monks was too bloody, and he couldn't help but gause.

Ouyang Xi had a solemn look on his face and said: "This young man is even stronger than I imagined, and all that exudes from his bones is a substantial killing aura, he must have gone through many bloody battles to be formed, this is a real monk, if he reaches the cultivation of the three realms of dragon transformation in the future, he must have the ability to confront the powerhouses of the Tongtian One Realm." ”

"I don't think it's possible, the Three Realms of the Transformation Dragon and the Tongtian Realm are not at all the same level of existence, with the means he is showing now, although they are very strong, they are not so strong. "The monk of the Ouyang family.

"Don't you see a small detail in it?" Ouyang Xi smiled indifferently, his tone was very mysterious.

"What small details, the subordinates are ignorant, I hope the son will point it out. ”

"That guy, it seems that he hasn't used his Dao Soul ...... yet" Ouyang Xi seemed to have an indifferent smile on his face, but if he looked closely, he would find that a few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead......

"Poof!"

Wu Heng rotated the ancient earth-turning hammer, no one could stop him, and he harvested the life of a monk, his purple clothes turned red, and his delicate face became fierce after being stained with blood.

Unconsciously, hundreds of monks in the Qingyang League were in fear, and their lives were harvested, and some were even scared to death!

Now there are only a few lonely Qingyang League monks still standing in the main hall, counting carefully, there are a total of three people, one is Situ Feng who has the soul of the living Dao in the second realm of psychic, and the other person is standing beside Situ Feng, his face is very pale, he is also a monk of the first realm of psychics, only he resisted Wu Heng's three attacks and survived. The third person was the one who had lost his right arm and had just harnessed the flaming whip to whip Wu Heng, he had completely lost his combat effectiveness, his face was bloodless, and he watched his former comrades-in-arms fall one by one, but he couldn't do anything.

"Hahahaha, Qingyang Alliance, one of the eight major forces in Central Continent, is this kind of combat power?" Wu Heng looked at the remaining three people, laughed and asked, at this moment he was also out of breath, killing the monks who were close to the scene, and consuming his ninth-level essence power, fortunately, he was physically strong, and he didn't need to rely on the essence to protect himself, if he used the essence to protect his body, Wu Heng would have already consumed the aura in the sea of qi at this moment.

Situ Feng and the others were silent, not knowing how to refute, and their faces were ugly.

"Boy, you dare to kill my grandson, take your life!" However, at this moment, a very gloomy old man's voice came from outside the Demon Temple, the sound was like thunder, and Wu Heng's eardrums were shaken with a sharp pain, and the voice was mixed with the power of heaven and earth, directly hurting Wu Heng's Yuan Shen and forcing him out of a mouthful of blood.

The people present were all taken aback, they felt an incomparably strong essence qi pouring into the Demon Clan's Temple, could it be that a strong man from the Divine Realm was coming?

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