"It's over, little friendless. ”

A very discordant voice suddenly sounded. Xiao Wu's mouth was imprinted with two fists, but only a slight sound sounded. It felt like after the thunder, I thought it was a storm, but in the end, it only rained three or five drops.

"This..."

The two inferior Taoist emperors were in a very chaotic mood. They did not dare to say that their offensive was invincible. They didn't dare to say that such a blow just now would have the effect of the Yellow Devil Sword. But at least, they thought that these two fists were enough to blow Xiao Wuyou's body into mud. As a result, their two fists are like the sensation of two young children holding a small wooden root and knocking on a branch. It's impossible.

At this time, Xiao Wuyou finally raised his head, and a pair of emotionless eyes shot Yin Feng, who was also stunned, through the stunned A-A-2.

"You shouldn't hurt Xiao Hei, and you shouldn't threaten me with Lian Erxue'er"

Those eyes make the yin like thunder, not because of how cold the pair of eyes is, not because of how much they hate the eyes, but because there is a strong and weak breath in the eyes.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, no one can rise from inferior to emperor, absolutely not!" Yin Feng was like seeing a ferocious ghost. His image has been declining. It seems that Xiao Wuyou is the most terrifying creature in the world he has ever seen. He's like anyone's nightmare.

What is Di Wei? This is the temperament that Tao Wang can exude. Yin Feng, as a purple-clothed messenger, naturally knows Emperor Dao. There are no secret skills, or even forbidden skills, that can imitate emperors, because the emperor's environment does not allow for blasphemy.

A person who can reveal the power of the emperor can only be the emperor of Taoism, and he can only be the emperor of Taoism. However, Yin Feng couldn't believe it. Xiao Wuyou, just an inferior Taoist emperor, has become a Taoist emperor in the past three quarters of an hour, which is absolutely impossible.

Although some people asked about the idea of the bottom of the West City, this is only an exaggeration. At least if you want to elevate the kingdom to the emperor's kingdom, the absorbed world power will not be increased in a short time, at least not in three quarters of an hour. Even in another thirty years, the time is short.

Yin Feng's birth made him believe that the records of the Blood Prison Palace could never go wrong, but he also believed in his feelings. There is no doubt that it was precisely because of the mixing of these two contradictory things that Emperor Wei made him see Xiao Wuyou's fierce spirit at this time.

Blow. yes

With two screams, two bloody arms were thrown into the air. Their arms were torn apart by Xiao Wuyou and became the King of Broken Arms. However, it's not over yet. The two inferior Taoist emperors were frightened and wanted to retreat violently. However, their heads were grabbed by Xiao Wuyou's arms, and then they pressed down.

Click... Ahhhh

The head was broken, the screams rang out again, and then everything came to naught. The inferior knife of the Blood Hell Palace was so magnificent that he couldn't even use his body, so Xiao Wuyou exploded his head and died.

Yin Feng looked at the little friendless who was covered in blood in horror. At the moment, he really looks like a devil.

Yin Feng didn't want to stay for a moment. He wanted to get out of here right away. Fear took over all of his thoughts. At this time, where is Xiao Wuyou's external strength and inner strength? It's like the external strength is too strong to work. Emperor Wei and the artifact in hand. Even if Yin Feng's status was so high and the reputation of the Blood Prison Palace was so great, he could only escape.

At this time, when the words of the reincarnation ancestor were heard in his mind, he should not provoke the other party, nor should he underestimate the opponent. The moment he appeared, he should do his best. At the very least, he shouldn't wait for his hand to destroy the divine array, but should do it himself. In that case, no.

"Dog, this purple-clothed envoy of the Blood Prison, why can't you be a saint when you lead the way!" Yin's roar came from Momotie.

He is the purple emissary of the Blood Prison Palace. His talent and cultivation are among the best in the world. Even the most powerful first-class Tianjiao is not comparable in front of his talent resources. His strength, even the first-class power of the first-class Taoist Emperor, could not do anything. Even if he had absolute confidence, he would be able to kill the best Sword Emperor under any Divine Palace Saint.

But he was so terrible that he couldn't even find a unique Taoist priest. Moreover, this unique Taoist priest could not even use his dharma body.

Knock knock!

Under the rage, all kinds of miracles emerge one after another, which can be described as handy. This is the foundation of the Blood Prison Palace. It possesses the richest number of miracle techniques in the world, making the monks of the Blood Hell Palace invincible. All kinds of miracles are enough to destroy everything. Even this solid and unusual beauty crumbled and almost collapsed.

Unfortunately, in the face of the storm, Xiao Wu is like a Poseidon needle. He's still strong. When the waves are rough, I'm still as strong as ever.

"Damn! Damn it, why don't you die, why don't you die!"

Humiliation, deep humiliation. If you were in a panicked mood when you saw Emperor Wei just now, then Yin Feng's heart only had endless humiliation. Not to mention that he is the best Sword Emperor in the Blood Prison Palace. Even if the best Dao Emperor in general can't do anything, it can be called a shame in life.

If he couldn't believe that Xiao Wuyou had become the emperor of Taoism, he would rather admit that he couldn't kill Xiao Wuyou because Xiao Wuyou was only in the peerless realm of Taoism. The former is a matter of territory, and the latter is a matter of strength. Let him admit that his strength is not as good as that of the incomparable Taoist saints, and he would rather admit that the other party can become the emperor.

"I don't believe, I don't believe, I don't believe I can't kill you, seventy-two forbidden arts - devouring God!!"

With an angry roar, I saw a few faces on the thick skin of Green Peach Tiefa's body. Those faces sounded like the voices of demons in hell. These are the souls of monks who died at the hands of Yin Feng or were collected by Yin Feng.

The ghost shattered, and the black flavor melted into Momotetsu's nose. The clay iron, which was less than a hundred feet long, suddenly soared into the air and turned into a huge monster that reached a height of 150 feet. Its breath broke through the boundaries of the middle-class Dao Huang and reached the peak of the top Dao Huang.

"Little Wuyou, now my combat power is ten times higher than before. This time, you're dead. The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, coming from Momotetsu's mouth. At this time, Momotetsu became even uglier and, of course, more powerful.

All the skills in the world, whether it is the Nine Laws, Taboos, or Dao Methods, their function is to allow monks to exert their combat power beyond their own limits, so the power of a skill is not measured by how powerful its name is or how despicable its way is, but by how much combat power it can bring you, and the increase in the power of the Yin Wind Ten Battles brought by the God of Food.

The ferocious gluttony was enough to make the smelling hair stand on end, but Xiao Wuyou's eyes were as cold as ever, just like no matter how the Yin Wind changed, in front of him, the Yin Wind was just a dead man, and he would also become a dead man.

Touch the little black and have an anti-scale, die!

Bang bang bang

In a few moments, the entire solid cave was torn apart, and the lake poured in. The two fought directly in the lake. The lake water evaporates in an instant. Everything that lives at the bottom of the lake has turned into powder.

boom, boom, boom.

The Blood Hell Palace is worthy of being the most powerful force in the world. It is just a gloomy astral body, enough to destroy many of the forces above Middle-earth. This is the dwelling place of God. This is the Holy Land. People of different levels cannot compete.

But if Yin Feng's face could be revealed, he would find that he had become so strong that he had even used forbidden techniques, but there was still no way to tear it apart like a mole.