Boy! is worthy of being the Martial Emperor, even if he is crushed by a Yuan Baby, he is still fierce!

The key thing is that his combat experience and skills are simply impeccable, and the transition between good and evil is like an antelope hanging its horns, which is natural.

If he can unite good and evil, then there is no need to fight anymore, Yang Xiaomu is afraid that he will be defeated long ago.

But in the same way, seeing the other party's conversion skills, Yang Xiaomu benefited a lot.

For a long time, there was always a slight blockage in the conversion process from his Three Talents Killing Palm to the Creation God Palm, and this was the reason why he was never able to use the pure Creation God Palm.

But at this moment, after seeing and personally feeling the enemy's Ghost Buddha Sutra, Yang Xiaomu felt that he had captured such a glimmer of opportunity.

Three Talents Killer Palm!

Yang Xiaomu drank coldly, at this time, he not only wanted to kill Li Wentao, but also honed his combat skills.

West White Tiger, the main killing!

When the Green Dragon Phantom increased its strength, the White Tiger Phantom raised its power to a new level. Especially in the case of the perfection of the Sancai Killing Machine, this power was even more wielded by him to the extreme.

Palm after palm, deducing the death of the troubled times!

It seems to have seen the chaotic era when the moon sets, the stars sink, the earth sinks, and the heroes rise one after another.

This is the ultimate meaning of the Three Talents Killing Machine, that is, troubled times, killing, no rules, only destruction and destruction!

"The extremes of things must be reversed, otherwise the poles will come! The world's major events, divided for a long time, will be together, and will be divided for a long time! ”

"Throughout the ages, after the troubled times will be prosperous!"

"Naturally...... After the destruction of the Three Talents Killing Machine Palm, it must be the rule of the Creation God Palm! ”

"Creation of the Divine Palm, Jiangshan Sheji!"

Between the flickering thoughts, Yang Xiaomu slapped out another palm!

This palm is a real phantom of the country, mountains and rivers, insects and fish, birds and beasts, and sentient beings are clearly displayed.

Although the outline and phantom of Jiangshan Sheji sound like no big difference, the power has changed dramatically, and its power cannot be reasoned.

This is like a rivalry, a bloody struggle, although the expectations of the people, have the general trend, but have not yet ascended the throne, one has ascended the throne into the emperor, Dingding the country, become orthodox, and have the world.

The difference between the two cannot be the same.

With a loud bang, Jiangshan Sheji suppressed it!

This is Yang Xiaomu's Creation Divine Palm, his own Jiangshan Sheji.

Qiang Qiang ......

The furious spirit is like a knife, like a sword everywhere, but it immediately bounces back when it hits the enchantment, and the grass and trees, houses, etc. in the enchantment have been destroyed, and they are in a mess, and even some guards can't bear it, dead and crippled.

Burst! Li Wentao couldn't bear it any longer, and a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out wildly.

Not wounded, but angry and vomiting blood.

"Ahh Something like an ant dares to hurt me! Li Wentao roared angrily, and blood-colored flames burned all over his body, and these flames also emitted the smell of blood.

At this moment, Li Wentao can only rely on burning his own qi and blood to gain powerful strength, and I have to say that it is also a great sadness for a dignified Yuan Infant Monk to be forced to this part.

Blood-colored blood dragons flew out of the palms of their hands, rose in the wind, and wrapped themselves around the phantom of Jiangshan Sheji, polluting it just by breathing, turning it into purgatory, and instead suppressed Yang Xiaomu.

At the same time, Yang Xiaomu felt that the space around him seemed to be sticky like paste, making people feel uncomfortable in a quagmire.

The blessing of the southern Vermilion Bird, the protection of the Northern Xuanwu!

The brilliance on the formation pattern became more and more violent, and with a loud phoenix roar, a huge Vermilion Bird phantom flew out of the formation pattern, fused with Yang Xiaomu, and two pairs of gilded flame wings appeared behind him, flying sand and stones between the wings, and in the next moment, he flashed three places in a row.

God Aurora Canglong Transformation with gilded flame wings, although Yang Xiaomu can't tear the space yet, but the degree can almost be compared with the gods, even if the purgatory attack of the blood dragon is fast, but it can only rely on a little aftermath to attack, but there is a Northern Xuanwu Phantom, and it is also a Xuanwu Phantom that is fused with a trace of supreme blood, it is impossible to cause any substantial damage to Yang Xiaomu.

On the contrary, he can also use the degree of despair of his opponent to slash down one palm after another, and the transformation from the three-talent killing machine palm to the creation god palm is more and more handy.

The Divine Palm of Creation tends to be small!

This is not something that can be done by immersing oneself in penance, which means that this short tea cup time saves Yang Xiaomu a lot of time.

Now, Li Wentao is being abused!

This is an extremely incredible thing, think about it, a Yuan Infant Cultivator, will actually be beaten by a small martial sect, no one will believe it when he says it, but the facts are in front of him.

There is nothing unexpected, only impossible!

Yang Xiaomu felt that his thoughts were clearer, and his spirit was full of joyful emotions, which was the result of the improvement of his will talent again.

Originally, after cultivating to this point, it was very difficult for him to take every step forward in his willpower, but Yang Xiaomu made very obvious progress, which was a violation of common sense, of course, this was also reasonable, because every time he fought, he was playing with his life!

Rampant, mad!

Maybe that's his character!

"Ahh I'm not reconciled! The young master of this Heavenly Dao Sect, how can he be defeated in the hands of a small intruder of yours in less than a hundred years, how can he be defeated! Li Wentao's sad roar sounded, and there was a hint of determination in his expression.

With his desolate roar falling to the ground, the breath of the whole person became more and more fierce, and the three Yuan Babies appeared above their heads, and they began to burn, and Li Wentao's face was also distorted at this moment!

This is the rhythm of the same end!

"Quick! Kill him now! Burn a primordial infant, his combat power will increase by three steps, once all burned, you will definitely die! The anxious voice of the system suddenly sounded.

"The Four Elephant Shattered Emperor Array has all exploded, and the poison of the great god has exploded!" Yang Xiaomu also realized the severity of the matter, and did not dare to be careless, so he burst out with all his strength at the moment.

The materials used in this array are more advanced, but the corresponding load on Yang Xiaomu is also greater, accompanied by the rolling power pouring into the body like a sea, even if it condenses the fourfold desolate ancient holy body, but in the blink of an eye, the flesh is also cracked, and the whole person seems to be bursting with violent energy.

At this time, a cloud of black gas suddenly emerged from Li Wentao's almost transparent Yuan Infant, which was the poison of the great god detonated by Yang Xiaomu, which made the former couldn't help but spit out blood again, but he didn't care, and rushed out as if he were dead.

Purgatory Soul Locking Dao!

A huge Purgatory Phantom appeared, in which the volcano exploded, the smoke was filled, full of darkness and decay, and the indescribable figures wailed in it, and the entire Purgatory Phantom also exuded an incomparably huge devouring power, wanting to devour and suppress the enemy!

Bury people!

Mighty energy poured out from Yang Xiaomu's body, converging on the Demon Knife of the Mixed World.

It's the strongest slash he's ever made!

A bottle of demon coffin appeared, chain-like linked, forming a tomb of all beings to suppress the past.

Poison!

This is a contest between purgatory and the graves of all beings, Li Wentao's Purgatory Soul Lock Dao is very strong, but he was already seriously injured, and the fatal thing is that the poison of the great god suddenly exploded in the Yuan Infant, and he can still wield a few percent of his combat power!

His defeat is a foregone conclusion!

The furious energy was like a raging wave, and the two figures were as steady as a rock in it.

"Eight Swords of Burial!" Li Wentao's face was full of incredulity and unwillingness, but after saying these words, it seemed to hollow out his last trace of strength, and the whole person exploded with a bang and disappeared!

(End of chapter)

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