"What is this? Like aura, is it the power of chaos?!" Wang Xing thought to himself. Aozu actually gathered the chaotic power around him on the sword?!

With a snort, Aozu gently slashed the sword, followed by a huge roar. Huge rocks fly, and the heavens and the earth change color. In the blink of an eye, the entire Yin Mountain was turned into a ruin under the sword of the Proud Ancestor.

The roar of the boulder and the screams of the disciples of Yin Mountain were intertwined.

Wang Xing's mouth opened wide and he looked at the devastating scene in front of him in disbelief. "Goo!" he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and secretly said in his heart: "What realm of martial artist power is this! Under just one sword, the huge Yin Mountain instantly turned into a ruin!"

"It's terrible!" Wang Xing is the only word that can express the emotion in his heart.

A black shadow swished towards Aozu, a middle-aged man with a thin appearance, who was none other than Candle Yin, the leader of the Yinshan Gang.

"Don't be angry!" Don't be angry!" Candle Yin knelt down in front of Aozu, crying bitterly.

"Candle Yin, you have finally appeared! I have been trapped for more than 70 years, are you still doing well as a lackey of the Martial God!" Aozu looked coldly at the thin old man in front of him. Seventy years ago, he defeated the Martial God and has been imprisoned here ever since. For more than seventy years, the only thing on mind was revenge.

"Proud senior, how can my little Yinshan Gang fight against the Martial God Sect. The Martial God Sect said that it would imprison you here with the Four Great Formations, and I had no choice but to do so. Otherwise, tens of thousands of disciples from my Yinshan Gang up and down will be scattered. "Candle Yin looked aggrieved.

"Hmph, are you afraid of the Martial God Gate, aren't you afraid of me?!" Aozu shouted angrily, angrily pointed at the disappearing Yin Mountain, and said, "This is what happened to you as a lackey of the Martial God!"

"Right now, my Yinshan Gang has been destroyed like this. Dead death, wounded wounded, it doesn't mean anything to leave my old life, proud old-timers want to kill and scrape, listen to respect. However, the proud seniors must know that the Martial God is the real person who imprisons you. Candle Yin said slowly.

Aozu frowned and looked at the enemy in front of him. What Candle Yin seems to say is not unreasonable, it is the Martial God who imprisons himself here. And what can this little Yinshan gang leader do. Only obey the orders of the Martial God.

"No matter what! The Yinshan Gang has no grudges with me from now on. Aozu said coldly.

"These are the sins that candles owe. Candle Yin shook his head, left Aozu, and flew towards the ruins of the Yinshan Gang. was in the air, with a whoosh, and the candle yin smashed heavily in front of Wang Xing. I saw him staring wide-eyed, unwillingly looking at the sky.

"Who?" Wang Xing looked up, and a tall figure appeared in the blue sky. At the same time, a huge force that could crush Wang Xing came from the sky, and such a huge pressure was so strong that it was higher than that of the True Transmission disciple, but I don't know how much cultivation there was. With a pop, Wang Xing's whole body lay on the ground, unable to move, and his whole body kept trembling, even if he wanted to control the tremor of his whole body, he couldn't do it. The more you want to be in control, the more you shake away.

An indescribable sense of dread permeated his heart, and he couldn't help but want to find a place to get in.

"Get out!" Wang Xing shouted, gritting his teeth desperately, trying to drive the fear away from his heart. But this fear is like a maggot on the tarsal bones, burrowing deep into the bone marrow, making Wang Xing think that this fear will not disappear until he dies. His eyes blurred, and his trembling body stood up, drawing his greatsword, trying to smack it around his neck. All you need to do is come and you can be quiet and unstruck by this sense of fear.

The fear that life is worse than death!

With a snort, Wang Xing's mind suddenly sobered up, and he stared blankly at the giant sword in his hand. He looked like he was going to kill himself?!Why is this happening?

"Martial God's divine pressure! You must hold your mind and don't be distracted!" Wang Xing's voice came from Aozu's head.

Could it be that the tall figure that appeared before, killing the Yinshan gang leader Candle Yin in seconds with one blow is a martial god?

Who is the Martial God? The strongest person on the entire continent!

Wang Xing looked up at the sky, where the tall figure of the Martial God and the Proud Ancestor stood facing each other.

"In the past 70 years or so, it seems that your cultivation has not improved much. The Martial God said slowly.

"Fart! Valkyrie, you're just in time. More than 70 years ago, you set a trap and failed me. Today's battle will be your death!" Aozu glared at the Martial God and said in a slow voice.

Invisible pressures came from all directions. Bang bang Above the sky, there were waves of invisible ripples between the two. Ripples rippled in the air. The surrounding peaks roared one after another. Half of the mountain has been cut off.

Wang Xing swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said secretly in his heart: "This is the duel between the strongest two! The pressure released alone is so strong!"

Bang bang bang, on the ground, cracks appeared. The rift is getting bigger and longer. The ground on which the king stood was reduced to ruins. Visually inspecting the past, the surroundings of the Yinshan Gang can be said to have been completely destroyed. This is still before the two of them have made a move, and they have already caused such a powerful destructive force. If you make a move, the scene is completely unimaginable, the mountains collapse and the ground cracks, and the heavens and the earth have no light. This is the only sight that Wang Xing can think of.

Because Wang Xing has the power of chaos to protect himself, he was not harmed by the power of the confrontation between the two.

"It's too strong! This is the real strong! I don't know if it's the martial god or the proud ancestor?!" Wang Xing looked up at the two people in the sky, and his heart was naturally inclined to the proud ancestor. After all, when it comes to fighting, Wang Xing has always despised people who play tricks and tricks.

"Valkyrie...... Today, let the dead have no place to be buried!" Ao Zu said coldly, his whole body suddenly turned into a huge sword, and the air was broken with a loud breath, and he rushed towards the Martial God.

"Transform into a sword! This move is quite weak!" a mocking smile appeared on the corner of the Valkyrie's mouth, and he stretched out his right hand.

The whole world fell silent!

The martial god blocked the sword of the ancestor with one hand, and his right hand was in front of the sword.

"Go where you're supposed to go, where you're already going!" said Valkyrie in a slow voice.

The battle between the masters is already a winner in just a moment. With a snort, Aozu's whole person disappeared.

"Proud senior?!" Wang Xing was shocked in his heart, could it be said that the proud senior was killed like this?!

The Martial God's gaze slowly rested on Wang Xing, the only one on the ground who was still intact, and there was still no fluctuation in his cold gaze.

Wang Xing suddenly felt as if his heart had been grabbed by a strong force, it was difficult to breathe, his whole body kept shaking, and the previous sense of fear was once again wrapped in his whole body.

"This is the Martial God! This is the supreme existence! This is the strongest existence!" Wang Xing's mind flashed these words, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, in order not to let the previous fear take over his body and mind, he bit his tongue hard, and a lightning bolt immediately flashed in his brain. The sharp pain made him wake up a little, and his trembling legs were still shaking, but not as intense as before.

"Little ants, alive in the world, lingering. The Martial God said softly to Wang Xing, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the sky.

"Huhuhuhu......" Wang Xing gasped violently in his mouth, and his arms were propped up on his legs.

Gone, the strong pressure from before was gone, proving that the Martial God had left. He looked around, the ground was in ruins, a dozen or so peaks in the distance had been cut off in half, and the trees that had stood tall in the woods had long since been turned into broken branches.

"Proud senior!" Wang Xing exclaimed as if he remembered in vain. Immediately wanted to sacrifice the giant sword, and the sword flew, but only to realize that the spiritual power in the body seemed to disappear in an instant. In this way, Wang Xing had to start searching around on foot.

No, there was no sign of anyone other than a ruin.

"Could it be that the proud old man was really killed by the Martial God?" Looking at the ruins in front of him, Wang Xing couldn't help but have such a thought in his mind.

There was a whooshing sound in his ears, and Wang Xing suddenly felt a ripple in his lower abdomen, followed by a voice in his head.

"Boy, it's me!" Wang Xing's voice came from Aozu's head. Soon, Wang Xing understood the reason why the sea of qi was constantly surging.

Aozu's body was destroyed by the Martial God, and only the Martial Soul remained. The martial soul is trained with the power of chaos, and it is immortal and indestructible. In the battle just now, Aozu was defeated, and he originally thought that he was dead, but he didn't expect that the martial soul was not broken by the martial god. And the martial soul must rely on the spirit of the warrior to be able to have divine sense, and the proud ancestor was forced to enter the sea of Wang Xing's qi.

"Boy, you won't feel any discomfort, will you?" asked Aozu.

Wang Xing shook his head, except for the fact that the sea of qi in his lower abdomen was a little full, there was no other discomfort.

"In the short period of seventy years of that martial god, the martial arts cultivation has improved a lot. At this moment, it should be the Xuan Realm among the four realms of Huang Xuan, Earth and Heaven. I didn't expect that I would be defeated!" Aozu said unwillingly.

"By the way, for now, I can only have divine consciousness within your sea of qi, and when I find a suitable body in the future, I will leave. Aozu seemed to be afraid that Wang Xing would be disgusted, and said.

"Proud of the seniors, the juniors are not uncomfortable. Wang Xing said respectfully.

"Well, you rescued me from the Four Great Battles before, and there is nothing to repay you. The spiritual power in your sea of qi, I temper it with the power of chaos. The power of chaos must be known to you, and it will definitely be able to improve the purity of your spiritual power, and in this way, your martial arts cultivation will also improve extremely quickly. At this time, you are in the realm of unparalleled spiritual power, and within a year, you will be able to reach the realm of energy. Aozu said slowly.

"Thank you, senior!" Wang Xing heard this, and his heart suddenly burst with surprise. The old ancestors of the proud ancestors used the power of chaos to temper the spiritual power of their own gods, and this kind of good thing is a good thing that cannot be sought.

"Don't call me by my predecessors, it's a little uncomfortable, you can just call me arrogant in the future!" said the proud senior.