At this moment, Chen Xiao has smelted the cultivation and strength of all the living beings that were eaten by him, and there are too many ordinary Destruction Realm powerhouses, with Ban Ming's current cultivation of the Dao Realm Triple Heaven, it is really a little difficult to resist.

With the first move, the Law Armor had already vibrated violently, and a force penetrated into Ban Ming's body, causing damage to his Jiuyang Body.

Fortunately, with the Wasteland Pagoda in his hand, Ban Ming immediately felt that the Wasteland Pagoda contained a colossal Heaven and Earth Vitality, allowing him to exert it to his heart's content, and every blow was full of strength, and at the same time, there was a rolling Heaven and Earth Vitality pouring into his body to replenish the loss of cultivation.

It's a pity that the area here is special and he can't communicate with the outside world, otherwise he can directly invoke the power of heaven and earth in the entire chaotic star field, and even if Chen Xiao is against the sky, he will be turned into ashes in an instant.

After a few moves in succession, Ban Ming and Chen Xiao fought violently.

On the other side, Zhuang Han and Uncle Ghost had already joined forces to fight with Qian Changsheng.

The special illusion here makes it impossible for the powerhouse of the Extinction Realm to induce the destruction of the laws of heaven and earth to be used, and can only use the power of martial arts and artistic conception as a fight.

What shocked Zhuang Han and the others was that Qian Changsheng was not left behind with two to one!

"Eternal night!" Zhuang Han's eyes suddenly flashed, and at the moment when he and Qian Changsheng's fists were sealed, he screamed.

In an instant, the light disappeared, the darkness shrouded, and Qian Changsheng's facial features, spiritual perception, and even the perception of time and space were completely deprived at the same time as the darkness came!

Night, is to sink.

In an instant, Qian Changsheng could no longer feel his physical body, and his divine soul seemed to have fallen into a bottomless pit, constantly spinning and falling, and even his consciousness quickly became blurred.

The artistic conception of eternal night is a special artistic conception born after Zhuang Han watched the final meaning of Ban Ming's body from a distance, combined with the illusion created by the thunder tribulation of the heart, and improved the original extremely dark artistic conception!

"Light!" A cold spiritual fluctuation suddenly spread from Qian Changsheng's body.

In an instant, Qian Changsheng's body actually bloomed with a soft white light, and where this light passed, the darkness all subsided!

"This is ......" Zhuang Han's expression changed suddenly, and his eyes widened.

And Qian Changsheng smiled slightly, waved his palm to block the blow that came to Uncle Ghost, and gently spit out a word: "None." ”

The terrifying energy that was enough to blast out a big hole for the powerhouses of the Realm of Annihilation turned into nothingness in the light of Qian Changsheng.

"The Artistic Conception of Light!"

"Artistic conception of nothingness!"

Zhuang Han and Uncle Ghost exclaimed at the same time, as if they had seen a ghost, and retreated.

These two artistic conceptions are clearly the artistic conceptions of the two future people who were just killed by Qian Changsheng, and now they are actually mastered by Qian Changsheng and used to deal with them?

This is completely unreasonable, not to mention, they have never heard of anyone who can have more than one artistic conception at the same time!

At this moment, a sly smile appeared on Qian Changsheng's face, and he said coldly: "Eternal Night!"

At the same time as Zhuang Han's face changed drastically, the darkness of the eternal night instantly enveloped Uncle Ghost.

And with a step, Qian Changsheng came to Uncle Ghost and pressed his palm on the latter's chest.

Rumble!

A pillar of light rushed out from Uncle Ghost's back, tearing through the black robe, and Uncle Ghost flew out with blood spurting blood through seven holes.

"Uncle Ghost!"

Ban Ming, who was fighting fiercely with Chen Xiao, saw this scene, his eyes were about to split, and a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body, and a wave full of destruction appeared on him.

At this moment, he had no reservations, and used the means of pressing the bottom of the box, instantly extracting five traces of the final meaning, condensed in a punch, and blasted out towards Chen Xiao.

"Empty Artistic Conception!"

The left half of Chen Xiao's originally hideous face suddenly became compassionate and peaceful, as if he had become a Buddha in an instant, and there was an aura of great compassion and great liberation on his body, empty and dark, as if he was just a dream bubble now, and there was no real existence in this world at all.

At this moment, his body even developed a sense of transparency and became translucent.

Ban Ming's punch, which contained five traces of final meaning, actually seemed to hit the air, and went straight through Chen Xiao's body and blasted into the distance.

And Chen Xiao's state only lasted for a short moment, and his body turned from virtual to real again, and in an instant, the blood mist exploded, flew out upside down, and the whole person turned into a bloody person.

Even if the artistic conception of emptiness is very subtle, how can the ultimate meaning be easy to with? Although Chen Xiao escaped the catastrophe of being killed on the spot, he was still seriously injured in an instant!

Ban Ming couldn't take care of Chen Xiao at this time, his body swept quickly, and he landed in front of Uncle Ghost, slapped his palm on the chest, and two traces of founding intent slammed into Uncle Ghost's body.

At the same time, after winning a move, Qian Changsheng suddenly came to the top behind Chen Xiao, with a gentle smile on his face, but his claws fell on Chen Xiao's bald head from top to bottom!

Chen Xiao, who was already heavily injured, suddenly trembled and let out a howl, as if something had been pulled out of his body.

With a wave of his hand, Qian Changsheng threw Chen Xiao, who seemed to be seriously ill, aside.

With a smile on his face, he looked down at his palm, and suddenly the aura on his body changed, and he actually had the meaning of emptiness, and the artistic conception of emptiness was emanated.

Whether it was Zhuang Han or Ban Ming, or Uncle Ghost, who had recovered from his injuries in an instant with the intention of initiation, they all looked at Qian Changsheng with an extremely terrifying look at him at this time.

"Empty Artistic Conception...... It's a wonderful feeling......" Qian Changsheng squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was feeling the wonderful changes in his body, and then slowly opened his eyes, his gaze swept over the other four people, and said softly: "I have always felt that human beings are like dominoes, as long as you pay attention to adjusting the direction and angle of each domino, you can evolve any shape you want......

"No matter how strong a person is, if they find the weakness in their heart, they can guide their way of behaving, and there is ...... Control. ”

Qian Changsheng's gaze fell on Ban Ming's yellow and black mask, and his gaze softened: "It seems that you understand now, from the beginning, I guided Chen Xiao to attack you, and my purpose was Chen Xiao, of course, this is only the first stage...... Now I can tell you that what I want most is actually your artistic conception......"

Ban Ming pressed his hand on the mask, and in an instant, the law armor was lifted from his body and retracted into the spirit world.

The face and body belonging to Ban Ming are truly revealed in the eyes of everyone.

"Ban Ming!" Chen Xiao, who was covered in blood, was crazy again in his left eye the moment he saw Ban Ming's face, and he gritted his teeth.

Standing up slowly, Ban Ming stared at Qian Changsheng and said, "You can devour other people's artistic conceptions?"

"Devouring?" ......Qian Changsheng shook his head lightly and said with a smile: "Ban Ming, have you ever enjoyed the beauty of power? Using morality, law, and the conventional rules of life that arise after the entanglement of interests between people, to ascend to a high position of power, with a word, a signature, can affect the fate of countless people...... With your character, you probably can't understand it. However, I can tell you clearly that the artistic conception I comprehend is called the artistic conception of power, and I am not devouring the artistic conception of others, but these artistic conceptions, which are willingly driven for me...... You know, that's right. ”

The eyes of Ban Ming and the others also changed, and they all realized the terrible artistic conception of Qian Changsheng's power.

Zhuang Han's eyes were solemn, and he suddenly said slowly: "I think, no matter how big the power is, there are also its limitations, and the artistic conception you can control must be limited......

"He is worthy of being the creator of Taiyuan Gong. Qian Changsheng glanced at Zhuang Han appreciatively, and said with a slight bow: "Yes, I can currently control up to four different artistic conceptions, but I think that if I can get Ban Ming's artistic conception, my artistic conception of power will definitely be greatly improved." ”

"Looks like you already think you have a chance to win?" Uncle Ghost also stood up and casually ripped off his black robe, which had been quite tattered.

The moment Zhuang Han saw Uncle Ghost's face revealed, his expression immediately changed drastically, and he looked straight at Uncle Ghost, as if he had forgotten the threat of Qian Changsheng.

And Uncle Ghost noticed Zhuang Han's gaze, looked over, and there was a trace of bitterness on his face.

If he could, he really didn't want to show his appearance belonging to Chen Chen in front of Zhuang Han in such a situation.

The so-called creation makes people, nothing more than that.

For so many years, Uncle Ghost, who has shown himself as the lord of the ghost city, has no idea that the Lord of the Eternal Night Domain is actually Zhuang Han back then, and it was not until recently that Uncle Ghost learned the truth.

"It seems that you still don't understand. Qian Changsheng suddenly laughed and said, "Why are we fighting? Because we want to decide the strongest person! As long as I can show my strength, let the little spirituality of the Gate of Myths think that I am the strongest among all people, whether I kill you or not, I will always be recognized by the Gate of Myths, and finally get spirituality!"

When the other four people present heard this, their expressions suddenly changed, and they all realized that they had indeed fallen into a misunderstanding from the beginning!

"Now I have the artistic conception of light, the artistic conception of nothingness, the artistic conception of eternal night and the artistic conception of emptiness, each of which is extremely strong, plus the artistic conception of power...... The four of you, how can you compare with me?" Qian Changsheng said in a man's voice, his eyes fell on Ban Ming's face, and he talked eloquently, "Ban Ming, your artistic conception is indeed good, but the five artistic conceptions I have are all superb, and in comprehensive comparison, you still owe me a chip...... Of course, if you can have the meaning of the end, then it is another situation, but unfortunately, although the meaning of the end that you use is extremely pure, it is not really your thing, and it cannot represent your strength. ”

"Still, you want to get my red dust mood. Ban Ming said with a cold gaze.

"It turns out that your artistic conception is called Hongchen artistic conception. Qian Changsheng smiled and said to Ban Ming: "I just like to collect beautiful things, and your Hongchen artistic conception is a rare treasure in the world in my opinion, and it deserves to be my collection." ”

Ban Ming said calmly: "It seems that you don't have that much confidence in yourself, so you plan to get the empty artistic conception first." ”

"yes. "Qian Changsheng is very calm.

Ban Ming frowned, staring at Qian Changsheng, and a suspicious look suddenly appeared in his eyes: "You and I have different impressions. ”

Compared with the Qianchangsheng who appeared in the eye of the central array a hundred years ago, the current Qianchangsheng gave Ban Ming a completely different feeling, although he was also scheming, but there were obvious differences in personality and way of speaking.

If you have to describe it, these two Qianchangsheng are like twin brothers with the same face!

Another important reason that aroused Ban Minghu's suspicion was that it had appeared as early as when Qian Changsheng was talking about spiritual secrets.

At that time, there was something in his mind that puzzled.

That is, the age of this Qianchangsheng that he saw in his eyes was only sixty-five years!

Sixty-five years? You must know that Qian Changsheng lived from the era of the gods to this era, no matter how you calculate it, there are at least tens of thousands of years old, how can it be that he only lived for sixty-five years?

As if he had insight into what Ban Ming was thinking, Qian Changsheng smiled faintly and said: "I am not the Qian Changsheng in your impression, the Qian Changsheng you have dealt with is already dead, as for me, it is just the second divine soul that was split out and left in the physical body before his yang god left the body, and it was only completely awakened decades ago...... Speaking of which, I should thank you, because if it weren't for the death of the deity, I, the second god, would not have woken up one day, and I have given myself a brand new name called Yomora. ”

Second Divine Soul!

Ban Ming immediately remembered that the Qian Changsheng who appeared in the central array back then was only the body of the Yang God, but his physical body was nowhere to be found!

It's just that such a thing as splitting into a second divine soul is really unbelievable.

"At the beginning, where was Qian Changsheng's body hidden?" Ban Ming then asked, then he thought of something, his eyes moved, and he speculated: "Fengshen Small World?"

Night Moro bowed slightly.

Ban Ming secretly regretted that he should have thought that Qian Changsheng was bent on bringing the era of gods back to life, so it was normal to hide his body in the small world of gods!

At this time, Ye Moro suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, there's a lot of nonsense, and the time is about the same...... The spirit should now have judged who is most qualified to be its master. ”

Ban Ming's heart tightened, and then he realized that Ye Moro seemed to have said so much, but he was actually delaying time?

Zhuang Han and Uncle Ghost were also like facing a great enemy, and their expressions were a little nervous.

As for Chen Xiao, his face was a little cloudy at this time, as if he was thinking about something.

A few seconds passed, nothing was born, Ye Moro's brows furrowed, and then he sighed softly, and looked at Ban Ming and the others with a somewhat cold gaze: "It seems that my advantage is not as obvious as I imagined, in this case, I can only kill you one by one." ”

As soon as the words fell, Yemoro's body moved...... swept towards Chen Xiao!

Persimmon looking for soft pinch!

For Ye Moro at this time, the four people present must die, so naturally they must be killed first.

Chen Xiao's face changed suddenly, he didn't expect that he would become the first target of Ye Moro, and his body suddenly retreated backwards.

However, Chen Xiao retreated quickly, and Ye Moro chased faster, and stretched out his hand to grab: "Eternal Night!"

The boundless black curtain replaced the light and shrouded Chen Xiao's figure.

At this time, Ban Ming, Zhuang Han and Uncle Ghost shot at the same time.

"None. Ye Moro slapped his backhand.

"Finality!" Ban Ming extracted the maximum amount of six threads of finality at one time, and greeted him with a cold look in his eyes.

At this moment, a sly smile appeared on Ye Moro's face: "Shapeshift!"

In a strange scene, I saw that in an instant, Ye Moro and Chen Xiao, who was about to be shrouded in darkness, exchanged spatial positions.

"Empty artistic conception!" Faced with the sudden situation, Chen Xiao was shocked, he roared, but the right half of his face could no longer maintain peace, but appeared frightened.

The mind is disturbed, and naturally it cannot be empty.

The empty artistic conception did not take effect.

And at this moment, Ban Ming shot with all his might, and when it was not Ye Moro in front of him, he was already out of control, and a punch full of the meaning of the end inevitably hit Chen Xiao's body.

Suddenly, Chen Xiao was like a punctured soap bubble, and it disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

Chen Xiao, dead.

Swish!

Ye Moro stopped far away, and looked at the three Ban Ming with a look of anger on their faces with a smile: "I'm sorry, I lied just now, the artistic conception I can control is not four, but five, maybe...... More?"

The faces of the three of Ban Ming became very ugly, this night Mo Luo's scheming was the same as his cultivation, it was unfathomable.

Especially Zhuang Han, his eyes were full of horrific murderous intent.

In any case, he is Chen Xiao's grandfather.

He didn't blame Ban Ming, all the killing intent was towards Ye Moro.

After his eyes flickered slightly, Zhuang Han had a hint of absoluteness in his eyes, and suddenly sent a message to Uncle Ghost: "I have a way now, maybe I can break the Ye Moro conspiracy, but I need your cooperation!"

"What's the solution?" Uncle Ghost wondered.

"So I'm very strange, obviously I have so many artistic conceptions, why hasn't the spirit chosen me yet?" Ye Moro smiled to himself as if he was fine: "Ban Ming, it seems that your Hongchen artistic conception is really amazing. ”

At this moment, a mutation protruded!

Zhuang Han suddenly raised his palm, and a palm fell on his forehead.

Touch!

In an instant, countless dark red blood gushed out from the pores of Zhuang Han's body, and every drop of blood squirmed like a living thing, like a group of small fish swimming in the sea, all of them flew to the top of Uncle Ghost's head not far away, and then fell violently, turning into a ball of blood, enveloping Uncle Ghost!

And Zhuang Han's body, at this time, turned into a dry corpse without water, silent, and weathered into particles that blew away.

Zhuang Han's voice sounded in Ban Ming's head: "Ban Ming, you protect Chen Chen's Fa, I want to send him a ...... No, it should be said that it is to return to him what belongs to him in the first place!"

When Ye Moro saw this scene, he was stunned at first, and then thought of something, his face showed a look of shock, and he exclaimed in disbelief: "Zhuang Han, you actually sacrificed yourself to fulfill Chen Chen?"

Its figure rushed towards the ghost uncle who was wrapped in blood balls.

Ban Ming was also shocked when he heard his exclamation, and then resolutely rushed forward to block Ye Moro, and the shot was a hint of finality.

It's just that in this way, in order to maintain balance, Ban Ming had to waste the intention of founding on himself.

"Hmph!" Ye Moro snorted coldly, grinning coldly: "Ban Ming, no matter how strong you are, after all, you are only the Triple Heaven of the Dao Realm! I will kill you first, and then kill them! Do you really think that the ultimate meaning is invincible?"

"Eternal Night!"

"None!"

"Empty Artistic Conception!"

There were three artistic conceptions on Ye Moro's body that fluctuated and boiled, his body changed from real to virtual, and the artistic conception of eternal night and the artistic conception of nothingness were superimposed and turned into an invisible shield of artistic conception, blocking in front of him.

Rumble!

The fierce explosion madness raged on the high platform, and Ban Ming and Ye Moro were shocked away at the same time.

Ban Ming's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood had already gushed into his mouth, which he gritted his teeth and swallowed back, and then, under the effect of the founding intent, his injuries healed instantly.

Ye Moro was also not happy, after he superimposed the two artistic conceptions, he barely resisted the attack of the three traces of the final intent, but even so, it was only the residual artistic conception fluctuations, which also made him suffer a lot, such as being exposed to strong radiation, and the cells in his whole body were intricately damaged.

On the other side, the blood cells outside Uncle Ghost's body had all seeped into his body from his pores at this time.

A terrifying aura that made Gao Tai shake gently exploded from Uncle Ghost's body in an instant.

This aura is so powerful and ancient, as if it does not belong to this era, and Ban Ming feels the endless vicissitudes of life from it.

Ban Ming glanced at it and suddenly showed a ghost-like look.

At this moment, in Ban Ming's eyes, Uncle Ghost's age is already more than 25,000 years old!

How is this possible!

"Divine body!" Ye Moro was dumbfounded, and there was a look of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes, and then, as if he had thought of something, he cried out in a lost voice: "Watering the divine body with the blood of the Drought Ancestor Ancestor, and the divine soul will experience the thunder tribulation of the Dao, and enter the silence of the Dao, seeking a chance of reincarnation, are you-"

Swish!

Uncle Ghost opened his eyes suddenly, and the cold light that bloomed made Ye Moro unable to speak anymore.

Immediately, a ruthless color flashed in Ye Moro's eyes, and he said: "No matter who you were back then, today, if the gods stop me, I will slaughter the gods, and if the demons stop me, I will destroy the demons!"

After Uncle Ghost opened his eyes, he didn't say a word, but his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, almost teleporting, and appeared in front of Ye Moro.

One punch!

This punch has no artistic conception, nor the slightest strength, and some are just pure physical strength.

However, it is such the most primitive power that makes Ye Moro unable to find a way to deal with it, whether it is the artistic conception of eternal night or the artistic conception of nothing, as if it is useless in the face of this punch.

He gritted his teeth and swung his fist at it.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The wind howled, and the explosion of dense air currents like thunder resounded in one piece.

Ban Ming looked at the two who were fighting wildly, and his heart was extremely shocked.

At this moment, Uncle Ghost, the strength of his physical body, is simply beyond this era, just the power of his physical body, in an instant, Ye Moro is a little unable to parry, and a blue and purple color quickly appears on his body, and his appearance is extremely embarrassing.

"Transfiguration!" Night Moro suddenly hissed and roared.

Ban Ming only felt an invisible force enveloping him, and his surroundings began to distort.

"Extinguish!"

Uncle Ghost's calm voice sounded, and the invisible power that enveloped Ban Ming instantly dissipated, and then he stepped out, and his fist slammed into Ye Moro's stunned face, directly blasting it away!

Before Night Moro's body fell, Uncle Ghost had already caught up, silently and persistently throwing punch after punch.

Finally, when Uncle Oni stopped, Yemoro had become inhuman, and was spread on the ground, breathless and glazed.

Such a result is probably something he never dreamed of, and it will never be in his plan.

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