Zhao Junyu didn't look back, and his arms swung a violent whirlwind,

Sweep in all directions!

Boom! The space shook, and debris from the stone wall above his head fell one after another.

Zhao Junyu took a few steps back, looking at a tall figure standing in front of him with a solemn face.

This is actually a giant covered in silver armor, several feet tall, holding a spear and majestic.

It's a puppet, and it's a puppet in the late Yuan Infant period!

The strength of this Yuanying puppet is not a water-injected commodity on the earth, but a genuine cultivation of the Yuanying in the Cultivation Realm.

Zhao Junyu swept his eyes and found that there were many bones lying on the ground.

Almost none of the bones were intact, either with separate heads and bodies, or mutilated bodies, some with a large hole in the chest.

There were a lot of damaged weapons scattered around his hand, and there were also many exotic weapons with strange shapes.

Obviously, this should be more than a thousand years ago, the monks who occasionally discovered the secret crypt here and came to explore the treasure were killed by this puppet.

With a bang, the silver-armored giant stepped out in one step, and the Zhangba spear brought up the hunting wind, and it was three guns, and the three powerful and incomparable explosive guns were strong into gang, and the zigzag stabbed at Zhao Junyu.

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Junyu shouted, his fists vibrated sharply, and he continuously hit several fist winds like heavy hammers, staggered out.

Zhao Junyu's figure shook slightly, and the silver-armored giant took three steps back.

Then there was a fierce spear that swung up without fear of death.

For a while, there was a bang, and the rumbling continued.

The fist and wind guns were agitated, hitting the surrounding ground, and the deep pits and cracks on the stone walls continued to increase.

Large chunks of gravel fell overhead!

If we continue to fight like this, the whole crypt, or not the entire belly of the mountain, will collapse!

The confrontation in the infancy of the yuan is not trivial.

Moreover, this silver armor puppet, although its combat power is only in the late Yuan Infant period, its physical strength of resistance far exceeds that of the general Yuan Infant Stage, and even reaches the strength strength of the distraction period.

Apparently it was sacrificed in a special way.

When Zhao Junyu was in the late stage of Jindan, his combat power was already able to deal with the late stage of the Yuan Infant in the cultivation realm, and at this time, when he was promoted to the early stage of the Yuan Infant, it was not difficult to defeat this silver armor puppet.

But the opponent's physical strength is too strong, if you want to defeat it with brute force, even if you use all the means, you have to be outside a hundred moves, and at this time, the entire mountain will not be able to withstand it and collapse.

Although he is not afraid, if there are good things in the cave, then don't want it.

And there may be any surprises.

Boom, boom, the silver armor puppet swept a few spears again, Zhao Junyu shouted, his fists suddenly slammed out, and under the fierce bombardment, the entire mountain belly was already shaky.

The cracks in the stone walls are widening.

Zhao Junyu was fighting while thinking about countermeasures.

Golems are normally powered by spirit stones supplemented by mechanisms.

Could it be that more than a thousand years have passed, and after an unknown number of drives, the spirit stone is still working?

No, this golem is not powered by spirit stones.

Zhao Junyu raised his eyes and saw that the puppet's eyes were like green ghost fire, with a trace of anthropomorphic killing intent.

Hmph, he punches the puppet back, just as the latter is about to raise his spear to pounce.

Zhao Junyu's eyes were like electricity, and he was awe-inspiring!

Suddenly, the sword-like divine consciousness pierced into the center of the silver armor puppet's eyebrows!

In an instant, Zhao Junyu seemed to be in a huge dojo, surrounded by tens of thousands of people of all ethnic groups dressed in ancient costumes and with a pious face, who were facing a fairy wind on the high platform, Ling Ran came out of the dust, with white hair and crane face, and knelt down with an immortal chief holding a dust.

"God forbid!"

"Long live the gods!"

"Bold ants, see this god, dare not worship!"

The white-haired immortal suddenly discovered that Zhao Junyu, the only one in the sea of people who did not kneel down, suddenly let out a deafening roar, as if the power of heaven had descended!

Then he slapped it lightly, and turned into a giant palm like a small mountain in mid-air, which seemed to carry the power of destroying the world, and pressed towards Zhao Junyu with the momentum of Mount Tai.

The air is squeezed by the giant palm and crackles!

Under this majesty, Zhao Junyu is the ant he pinched to death!

"Just a remnant soul, dare to be presumptuous!"

In the face of such a momentum that seemed to destroy the world, Zhao Junyu was not afraid, but snorted coldly, Lao Tzu was a hundred times and a thousand times bigger than this, and he was also annoyed!

"Here comes the sword!"

He instantly pushed the Divine Refining Thorn to the peak, and after the blessing of the Knowing Sea Xuanhuang Ding, the power of the Divine Consciousness reached an astonishing level! Strands of invisible but substantive-like divine thoughts converged in this spiritual space, and then condensed into a golden sword that was more than a foot long.

"Destroy me!"

Zhao Junyu shouted.

The golden sword slammed into the ground, slammed out, and brought a long dazzling golden rainbow and slashed towards the giant palm. If you only look at the volume, the golden greatsword faces a mountain of giant palms, just like a small earthworm under the palm of an ordinary person's hand.

But with a slash of the golden sword, there was a thud.

The giant palm like a mountain is like a landslide, collapsing layer by layer.

And the golden greatsword also shook a few times, and then gradually dispersed.

At this moment, in the spiritual space, the dojo, the scene of thousands of people kneeling and worshipping suddenly dispersed.

Leaving only a gray space, the immortal head of the fairy wind dao bone also turned into a goosebump old man in a sloppy Taoist robe.

"You...... Who are you?"

"In the early days of the infant, how could there be such a strong spiritual power?"

Lao Dao looked at Zhao Junyu up and down with a shocked face.

"Don't beep, the guy who has been dead for more than a thousand years still has a trace of remnant soul left. ”

"Why don't you hurry up and collect Qi Yuan's soul, die and reincarnate in the underworld!"

Zhao Junyu sneered.

"Presumptuous, how can this god die!"

"This god has already lived with heaven and earth, how can he die!"

"You infancy ant, full of nonsense!"

Lao Dao's face was full of anger, and he pointed at Zhao Junyu and shouted, but there was a trace of confusion between his eyebrows.

"A scattered immortal who hasn't survived three tribulations. ”

"You also claim to live with heaven and earth, I think you eat too much!"

Zhao Junyu sneered disdainfully.

Nima really thought he was a god!

This should be a little soul thought left by his deity when he left, after more than a thousand years of washing, the remnant soul has been completely unconscious, leaving only the impression of being high above more than a thousand years ago, and everyone knelt down to worship and worship.

Of course, the strength is far inferior to the spiritual soul power of the deity.

"Ants die!"

In the spiritual space, the dust in Lao Dao's hand suddenly skyrocketed hundreds of times and flew into the air.

turned into tens of thousands of sharp silk threads, like tens of thousands of sharp arrows, and shot towards Zhao Junyu's divine soul.

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Junyu's divine thoughts suddenly changed in momentum, and it seemed to be full of the killing intent of the corpse mountain and sea of blood.

The body incarnated by the divine thought suddenly rose up, as high as a hundred feet, standing up to the sky and the earth!

Back then, a scattered immortal like you was a thousand and ten thousand, which was not enough for Lao Tzu to pinch to death with one finger!

Zhao Junyu shouted, and lightly pointed out with a finger.

Suddenly, the entire mental space shook violently.

It seems that this boundless, gray space can't hold this little finger!

(Po Sing Shek Academy)