Wu Heng was intertwined with eleven wisps of immortal energy, and his words and deeds already had the charm of broken rules, as if he could cut the sun, moon and stars with a piece of grass in his hand.

"Death!"

Wu Hengda shouted, and the evolution of Qiankun attacked with ninety-nine punches.

Boom! Boom!

Golden fists swept through the sky, surging with light and momentum, with a devastating momentum.

Each of these punches was intertwined with eleven wisps of immortal qi, and the seven wisps of immortal qi of the Demon Tianxiong were instantly dwarfed, if it weren't for the cultivation of the Eight Realms of Dengxian Realm, it would have been impossible to support it at this time.

Mo Tianxiong swung his spear with all his might, slashing out brilliant spears, and stirring the golden fists that rushed into a piece of powder, his face was gloomy and said: "Boy, fight to the death of a fish, you and I are not good!"

"Do you dare to fight with me?" Wu Heng sneered, he knew that this Demon Tianxiong was afraid of death, as long as he had a one percent chance of killing him, he would be afraid.

Even blocking the golden fist that Wu Heng shot, Mo Tianxiong was already a little tired and panting, and he said: "Why bother, your achievements in the future are already above tens of thousands of people, and it makes no sense to fight me here." ”

"If it weren't for your blind guy to disturb me, I would have suppressed the stars that day, why do you start talking about it now?" Wu Heng felt funny, but instead strengthened his offensive, his fists came out together, and the golden fists were like the sun, crossing the sky and shining in all directions!

Mo Tianxiong is really weak, although his cultivation is profound, he doesn't have much actual combat experience, he has always bullied those who have no power to fight back, and now he has encountered a hard stubble, and he can't deal with it for a while, and he is in a cold sweat.

"I'll give you all the spirit cards on my body, how about a truce?" Mo Tianxiong's posture finally softened, hoping for a truce.

Wu Heng was silent, the more he fought, the more fierce he became, and the power of the Qiankun Ninety-Nine Punches was superimposed on each other, and Mo Tianxiong could still deal with it in the early stage, but it was already more and more difficult in the back, and he regressed again and again.

Seeing that Wu Heng was determined to kill himself, Mo Tianxiong immediately turned his face and reprimanded angrily: "Boy, don't know what to do, on the territory of the deserted city, you dare to be so arrogant and arrogant, and you feel good about offending my troll clan!"

"Troll Clan Monk, then you should kill even more!" Wu Heng's killing intent surged, and an instantaneous technique appeared, striking ten punches in a row!

Boom, boom, boom, boom......

The golden "suns" manifested continuously, directly submerging the demon Tianxiong in it!

"Ahh

"Mole ants, do you dare to shout?" Wu Heng immediately pursued the past.

This kind of scene is embarrassing, too dramatic, before Mo Tianxiong was still arrogant and proud, called Wuheng ants, but now Mo Tianxiong has been beaten by the rat trap, fled in all directions, and was called an ant by Wuheng.

To be able to call the Dengxian monk an ant in the realm of the gods, tsk, what a majesty!

The monks who underwent the trial on the spot were all fascinated, and their blood boiled at the same time, and they were relieved at the same time.

Before, the aborigines of the deserted city thought that everyone was going to be finished, and they couldn't beat Demon Tianxiong together, but now that they think about it, they feel even more amazing.

Where can't you beat it?

Didn't Wu Heng chase Mo Tianxiong into a state of distress and flee alone?

In the fiery red void, Wu Heng galloped through like a glimpse of floating light, the line of words was too domineering, and the speed was unparalleled in the world, and he had rushed to the front of Demon Tianxiong all of a sudden, blocking the way.

"You can't escape. Wu Heng's eyes were indifferent, and he was in no mood to play here.

His strength has indeed skyrocketed now, coupled with the purification of the immortal power of the Purple Ascending Immortal Pill, his combat power is too much higher than before, and in the face of a Ascending Immortal Eight Realm cultivator like Mo Tianxiong, he can be killed without too much energy.

It may seem a bit unbelievable, but it is actually reasonable.

This is where the domineering of the immortal vein lies!

The reason why almost all the monks are pursuing the number of their own immortal veins is because one more immortal vein is equivalent to the combat power of a small realm.

A monk who has awakened the twelve immortal veins of the Twelve Realms of the Gods can easily kill many immortal monks.

Seeing that Mo Tianxiong couldn't even run away from Wu Heng, he suddenly felt even more inferior, but he was more afraid of death, he really couldn't die, and begged for mercy: "Don't kill me, please, don't kill me......"

"I killed several monks in seconds before, and I was arrogant and proud, but now it's too late to beg for mercy, right?" Wu Heng's eyes were cold, and he took out the Longyuan Sword, and stabbed straight into the center of Mo Tianxiong's eyebrows.

"No...... I can't die, don't kill me......" Demon Tianxiong shouted hysterically until his facial expression froze and the primordial spirit shattered......

When Demon Tianxiong's corpse fell from the void, a spirit card appeared in front of Wu Heng.

"Wu Heng has successfully gathered fifty spirit cards and cleared the customs!" the majestic and emotionless prompt voice resounded throughout the world.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Heng has come to another world!

Before that, thousands of people had cleared the customs and came here.

Originally, Wu Heng could be ranked in the top ten, but due to the fierce battle with Demon Tianxiong for several hours, it was delayed until now.

It is a huge palace, resplendent in gold, full of ancient totems and runes, and dazzling as far as the eye can see.

The bustling crowd around was full of powerful monks, each carefully observing the murals and ancient texts imprinted in the hall.

"What is this level for?" Wu Heng was puzzled, looking at the surrounding halls, and did not find a sense of crisis.

A kind old man said: "This is not a clearance level, but a reward level, all those who have passed the trial are qualified to look at the ancient inscriptions engraved in this hall, no fighting is allowed here, whether you can comprehend it or not, it all depends on personal creation." ”

"That's it, thank you, senior......" Wu Heng thanked him.

He didn't look at the ancient inscriptions imprinted in the hall for the first time, but looked around to see if there were any big yellow dogs, Liu Cheng and others, but unfortunately he didn't bump into them.

In the main hall, there is a Buddha voice echoing, I don't know who comes from the mouth, the content is obscure, very complicated.

There are also melodious bells spreading, the sound of Juanjuan's piano is drifting, and all kinds of ancient and mysterious notes float into Wuheng's mind.

"What is it all about?" Wu Heng was confused and didn't know what to do.

He gradually became a little intoxicated with it, although he didn't understand the Tao and reason, but he could faintly grasp the slightest charm in it.

"Immortal Dao, Demon Dao, who can ask. This way, the other way, the way of all beings. The immortal road is extraordinary, the demon road is vertical and horizontal, and the immortal becomes a demon, and there is a way to take it...... "Wu Heng ghost made the god chant a passage, which was the ancient sentence he had seen in the sky before.

This passage is simple and easy to understand, and it probably talks about which is stronger or weaker between the Immortal Dao and the Demon Dao, and whether you should choose the Immortal Dao or the Demon Dao.

"Take it in the right way...... Can there be a comparison between the Immortal Dao and the Demon Dao? Of course, I chose the Immortal Dao!" muttered to a monk in the main hall, feeling that the reminder was really too much.

If so, who would choose to fall into the devil's path?