"Huh......" Yang Ming put down the Blood Clan enemy that had turned into flesh, and his breathing became slightly thicker.

I don't know how many punches I threw just now, and the fists poured out like a long river, blooming my own qi and blood essence at this moment, and blasting this blood clan hard, with a mighty momentum.

Burst!

A dark sound startled, and a broken red crystal appeared on the body of this blood clan, flying into the half of the animal skin in Yang Ming's hand. The skin shone crimson, then calmed down.

Then a great upheaval arose, and the dim road emerged and spread ahead.

Yang Ming rested for a while, and continued to walk along this road, walking for an hour first, the same plot was staged again, and a pitch-black stone tablet stood in front of him, looking extraordinary.

Yang Ming's familiar fist was struck, the fist was mighty, and the mighty fist exploded at this moment, blasting the stone tablet again, and in the middle was a fragment of animal skin, flying towards this half of the animal skin, and slightly completing the animal skin.

Under the stone tablet was a thick black mass that kept wriggling underneath, and it looked very strange.

Then in the midst of the change, it turned into a three-foot-tall hideous ghost thing, wrapped in black-brown scales on its body, and had protrusions at key points on its body. The face is like a skeleton, the pupils are huge, the chin is sharp, and it looks imposing.

"Hahaha, I'm out again, I'm going to tear the heavens and the earth, to make the earth tremble, hahaha......" The ghost clan laughed wildly, leaned back, and looked like a demon.

The ghost clan is also the great clan of the heavens, and this clan is also very powerful. It's extremely fast, and it has all kinds of weird abilities.

Before he finished laughing, Yang Ming slammed his fist outright, directly hitting the body of this ghost clan, and the power of the riot continued to spread, permeating his body.

The ghost clan was suddenly hit by this heavy blow, and its body staggered, affected by this power. But he still reacted quickly and hurriedly fought back.

Yang Ming also experienced a hard battle this time, if he could still use the True Yuan, it would be much easier to urge the Ming Photovoltaic Demon Fist.

Then another black fragment emerged, flying into the hide, and the dim path resurfaced, spreading ahead.

Yang Ming finished pranayama again and continued to get up and move forward.

During this time, Yang Ming has been in a bitter battle, the opponent is getting stronger and stronger, and the animal skin is also constantly intact, and the battle has not been known for a long time, and the concept of no time seems to be endless.

This kind of endless bitter battle made Yang Ming's mind a little unstable, there was nothing in this dark environment, there was nothing! Every day was a hard battle, and the mental pressure was naturally very great.

Fortunately, Yang Ming's Dao heart is firm, and he still maintains his original intention in the battle, does not let himself sink, and still pinches his fists to kill and sweep away the opponents in front of him.

Boom Boom!

The mighty fists kept emerging, constantly colliding in the air, and the two figures collided like streamers, colliding with a dazzling light.

After three days of fierce fighting, the ground cracked, and all sides became full of holes, like ruins. Yang Ming finally swept his fist and killed the Silver Armor God General in front of him, blasting it into thousands of pieces.

This silver-armored god will be the existence of the self-proclaimed god clan in the heavens, and each of them is extremely talented and has extraordinary combat power, which made Yang Ming experience such a hard battle.

Yang Ming sat directly on the ground, panting, he was so exhausted that he didn't even want to move a finger. In this kind of bitter battle, his sea of consciousness slowly opened, his spiritual will was restored, and there was a lot of improvement, and his own combat power was also improved. Otherwise, it will be difficult to fight with the previous combat power.

The silver-armored god finally turned into a silver fragment and flew into the hide, and this piece was finally perfected.

Yang Ming's true yuan was restored at this moment, and a strange power was infused into Yang Ming's body, allowing Yang Ming's consumption to be restored.

The intact animal skin floated in the air, shining brightly, and dazzling light emerged from it, and one after another divine machines hung down from it, making the scene change in all directions.

A black ancient temple appeared, shrouded in a hazy light, looking mysterious and terrifying.

Stepping into this black ancient hall, Yang Ming felt a terrifying force, an indescribable sense of oppression! As if entering the Yama Treasure Hall that was resisting, the terrifying aura rushed like a tide.

This power roared down like a meteor, like a world toppling, crushing Yang Ming, forcing it to disintegrate and explode directly!

"Ahem!" Yang Ming coughed up blood, the pressure making it difficult for him to move forward.

After a long time, Yang Ming struggled to move forward, but fortunately, the Black Flame Qilin Essence in his body was burning at this moment, resisting the terrible pressure.

There is a figure standing in front of it, tall and majestic, like a sacred mountain located here, with a huge oppression to the world, the air waves are monstrous, giving people a shocking feeling.

This person's momentum is immense, as if he wants to support the heavenly dome with his backbone, carrying the mighty luck.

Yang Ming's expression was terrifying, he didn't expect a figure to appear here, this figure was extremely powerful, like a world-famous figure in a certain era, and his strength was extraordinary.

This figure is slowly running a fist technique, all kinds of strange things are evolving at this moment, the mighty divine power is exploding at this moment, and the mysteries are constantly exploding, looking peerless and extraordinary.

"It's ...... A certain transcendent supernatural power!" Yang Ming's eyes widened, carefully observing the evolution of this figure.

This fist is vast, like a fairy like a god, and contains extremely terrifying divine might. It is as if the heavens and all the worlds are evolving at this moment, and all the mountains and all kinds of things are contained in the immeasurable mysteries.

Yang Ming was full of it, fascinated, and felt the mystery. I even felt my head swelling and my thoughts were not smooth.

Subsequently, the fist momentum of that figure changed again, from this all-encompassing to domineering and extraordinary, with supreme strength.

The fist was full of iron and blood, and the mighty spirit of frost grass bloomed from it. It's like igniting the flames of war in all worlds! Tear open the curtain of the starry sky with both hands and kill a piece of clarity!

It is like the human race fighting all worlds with both hands, fearless of the heavenly powerhouses, and creating its own supreme ferocity with both hands!

This fist hit Yang Ming's nerves, making him become more and more enthusiastic, as if the whole person was affected by this emotion, the qi and blood were so vast that even the body was about to crack, and blood flowed out.

Gradually, a prototype of a supernatural power appeared in Yang Ming's mind, and he felt that the mystery was very subtle, although he had not fully comprehended it, he had already memorized it in his mind, waiting for it to grow up in the future and control this boxing technique.

The figure stopped, standing in front of it, its face hazy, shrouded in a layer of fog, unable to see its existence.

"This is the Terran Combat Method: Heavenly Desolate Fist! This combat method appeared in the First Heavenly War, in the battlefield of heaven and earth, only the Terran can perform. If you suppress an enemy of an alien race, you will make the Heavenly Desolate Fist complete, and it is a peerless fist technique that stands in the iron-blooded killing!

Junior, you have to study this Heavenly Desolate Fist well, and don't fall into the prestige of this Heavenly Desolate Fist!"

After saying this, the figure slowly dissipated, turning into mist and scattering, and the figure could be vaguely seen with a smile.