Palm to cover the clouds!

It was like a whole pitch-black night sky, which made Tang Wenxuan beside Xiao Tian and many of the elite of the blood-clothed guards feel great pressure.

This formula, the supernatural power stolen from the blood of the fallen angels, has now been thoroughly refined by Nalan Kang.

The wind sang, and the large areas of ancient trees in the mountains and forests were all toppled......

The black dragon robe on Xiao Tian's body was blown to the sound of hunting, and his long black hair was like a dark dragon, dancing with the wind.

"If you don't come out, you want to take me down with just one supernatural power?"

"Arrogance!"

With Xiao Tian's cold drink, a touch of extreme fire exploded, and Xiao Tian instantly turned into a sea of fire within a radius of 100 meters.

The crimson flames burned wildly, Xiao Tian swung his fist, and the huge figure of the demon god Zhu Rong in the fire appeared to the world.

The demon god swung his fist, like a volcanic eruption, and blasted into the dark palm above the sky.

"Boom!"

The impact of light and darkness, the fist of infinite fire collided on the palm of the hand, and the flames suddenly rolled, causing the entire palm to tremble, and before this palm could gather strength to fight......

It belongs to the explosion in the flames, and the explosive characteristics are presented, and the peak of the Zhurong Demon Fist is becoming sharper and sharper.

The fiery lava, with Xiao Tian's power instilled without stopping, carved a large hole in the palm of this palm, known as the left hand of the gods.

The flames rushed into the sky, and Xiao Tian's fist transformed.

The fire condensed into a meteorite and smashed into the pitch-black mountain in front of it with the roar of the dragon.

Seeing that he couldn't take down Xiao Tian and the others with one palm, Nalan Kang also acted decisively, and immediately took his palm and turned to pinch and explode the meteorite that was blasting towards the mountain.

"Boom ......"

The flames burst across the sky, setting off waves of air.

Countless flames flew into the dense forest for hundreds of miles around like a goddess scattering flowers, kicking up billowing smoke.

"Let's go, go see this poor depraved!"

Xiao Tian dusted off his shirt and walked forward with his hands behind him.

Tang Wenxuan waved her hand and followed closely with the bloody guard, and after a while, in the eyes of everyone, a manor with a large area appeared.

But these estates are long empty.

It is not difficult to see from the various signs in the manor that this should be Nalan Kang's own clan, and as for those clansmen, they should have all been used as test objects by him, and turned into those demonic monks who are not human or ghost.

Passing through the manor, the group stood at a staircase entrance that led to the interior of the mountain.

"Wait here, no one is allowed to enter until I come out!"

"Weichen Command!"

Tang Wenxuan hurriedly saluted and asked everyone to guard the entrance, and she herself held the blood sword in her hand to her chest and stood in the middle of the entrance.

Ignore it, how Tang Wenxuan guards.

Xiao Tian stepped on the cold stone steps, slowly disappearing into the darkness leading to the interior of the mountain peak.

The road leading to the belly of the mountain was dim, with only the light of fires erected every few tens of meters, providing a faint light source for the massive mountain structure.

Along the way, the blood that Xiao Tian felt became more and more intense.

You can even faintly hear the screams of some monks, or the roars of beasts and monsters, and it is clear that some kind of unknown experiment is still going on in this building.

"Boom!"

A breath that seemed to wake up from the deepest part of the dungeon, as if a giant beast had opened its eyes, Xiao Tian knew that he should be being targeted by that guy named Nalan Kang.

"Boom...... You are the first person who can break the left hand of this god......"

A voice sounded like two rusty sheets of iron rubbing, uttering words that were enough to make ordinary monks' hairs burst and their hearts frightened.

Xiao Tian is not an ordinary monk, how can he be influenced by a single sentence.

On the contrary, from Nalan Kang's words, which seemed to be able to cause panic in the monk's heart, he peeled off the disguise and saw through the state that Nalan Kang was in at the moment.

"The more you are like this, the more you can show that your current situation is very bad......"

As soon as these words came out, the entire underground palace was suddenly silent, and what followed was so dense that it was impossible to add crazy killing intent.

"What if you see it, the monks of the Netherworld Realm, even if they have some hole cards, do you think you are the opponent of this seat?"

Being told by Xiao Tian that Nalan Kang became a little crazy.

"Click......"

A strange sound came out, as if some portal had been opened in the darkness, and then Xiao Tian heard heavy breathing like a beast.

"Boom!"

A blaze burst in the darkness, and the Darken's Oven rose.

Under the illumination of the red Shura blood flame, at the end of the road ahead, Xiao Tian saw a series of monks with black wings on their backs, but lying on the ground like beasts.

These monks, full of tyranny, have obviously lost their minds.

"Come on, take off his heart for this seat!"

"Brush the ......"

Before Nalan Kang's words fell, the Dark Sun Oven beside Xiao Tian instantly opened the lid of the furnace, and the domineering Shura Blood Flame turned into chains burning with flames.

These chains, like a dragon going out to sea, took the lead in killing these monsters in front of Xiao Tian's CAO control.

At the moment of his hand, at the center of Xiao Tian's eyebrows, the underworld rings symbolizing the two transformations appeared one after another.

"Poof!"

Chains pierced these monsters in an instant, and the Shura Blood Flame incinerated them in a scream, and they were slowly dragged into the rotating oven......

With Xiao Tian's current background, not using Zhu Rong in time is far from being comparable to the propaganda of the Underworld Realm cultivators.

Blazing fire, screams rang out incessantly.

Xiao Tian's difficulty was beyond Nalan Kang's expectations, and the Buddha-figure around the ancient well felt a sense of crisis for the first time.

"No, we must forcibly suspend the refining of divine blood."

Even if he was unwilling, Nalan Kang could only suspend all his current moves, and in an instant, the power of the powerful rules that boiled in his blood surged.

With the participation of the rules, Nalan Kang slowly forced out all the black divine blood that had been fused with himself for more than eighty percent.

The moment the divine blood detached from the body, it flew into the ancient well in front of him like a god.

Just after doing all this, Xiao Tian slowly appeared from the top of the stairs above with the Dark Sun Oven.

Xiao Tian's gaze fell on the pair of folded black wings behind Nalan Kang, looking at the faint dark red luster at the extension of the wings.

"Imperial Wings?"

Xiao Tian's heart moved, and he couldn't help but think of the picture of himself making some of the elites of the Fallen Angel clan his envoys in the past.

"The imperial envoy's wings can only be inherited through the power of the bloodline, so the words ......" Xiao Tian's eyes fell on the ancient well, and he guessed the identity of the other party in his heart.

"The one who is silent here should be an envoy of the past...... I just don't know which one it used to be? ”

At this moment, Nalan Kang's eyes showed a cold light, and a voice full of murderous intent sounded: "Stir up the big things in this seat and kill the clansmen outside this seat, you think about it...... How did you die? ”