"There are no ghosts in the east, you dare!"

With a roar, after the nine sword lights flew out, his heart burned like anger, and he was angry again and again.

Bei Motian is not stupid, the kid who was sent away by Dong Wugui is his heir, and he has to pull a stepping stone for himself when he dies, which is really hateful.

But now, it's too late to stop it.

"The seal of Zhou Tianmian's palm, the beginning of the world, changes with clouds, and kills with the power of heaven and earth!"

With a roar, the majestic momentum suddenly erupted violently, and the overwhelming energy rolled and tumbled like black clouds, and it spread out directly like a sea of clouds.

Under his control, towards the location of Dong Wugui's figure, with a burst of terrifying energy that suddenly changed, it exploded.

As if he wanted to crush the Dongwu ghost to pieces, he was annoyed and angry, since he couldn't stop the other party, then completely kill the old thing of Dongwu Ghost now.

Hundreds of millions of years of fighting, hundreds of millions of years of grudges, and their pent-up hatred can be imagined, which is more than a volcano.

"Beimotian, you have been cut off by Lao Tzu in your previous life, and your skills have also dropped by thirty percent, and now you are no longer at your peak, Lao Tzu will die and will be buried with you!"

Dong Wugui smiled miserably, he had already died once, how could he continue to think about other extravagant hopes?

Resurrected from the dead, it is just by hanging on to the old life in one breath, fighting until now, relying on a set of peerless swordsmanship comprehended, with strong power, to cut off the soul of the past life of Beimotian.

Cut off the root of his previous life, destroyed his strength by thirty percent, fought frantically, and finally hated it, his face was as black as coal, and he was full of hatred.

After life like this, it can be regarded as perfect, and there are no regrets left, and the face suddenly becomes a little hideous, even crazy.

"Bei Motian, do you think Lao Tzu didn't expect this trick from you? hahaha...... Blast me for me!"

North Motian, he was about to blow himself up.

At the moment of the explosion, a terrifying energy burst out with a huge light, and Dong Wugui's body seemed to be wrapped in a dark energy light, and he couldn't see anything at all.

With a frightened face, Bei Motian actually showed a shocked look, and hurriedly used his magic power to stop it.

But it seemed that his speed was not fast enough, and before his means could be reached, coupled with the energy he had used before to kill Dong Wu Ghost, and the terrifying energy that Dong Wu Ghost had exploded by itself, he immediately crashed into it.

"Snort!"

"Bang bang!"

"Boom!"

A huge crashing sound suddenly came out, which was terrifying, and the boundless energy explosion, like a volcanic eruption, directly swept the entire surrounding sky.

And the speed of all this was extremely fast, not giving people the slightest chance to resist, and in a few blinks of an eye, the panicked monks around them who could not escape were swept away.

It's like a reef covered by the sea, which doesn't give them a chance to rehe, and the crazy energy is like a raging storm, and even crazy rushes out, giving people no time to react at all.

"Bang bang!"

The sound of a huge explosion began to resound throughout the mausoleum space.

The self-explosion of a supreme martial god is definitely not something that ordinary people can stop, even if this person is Beimotian.

He now has less than thirty percent of his combat power, which is not enough to resist Tang Chen at all, his whole body is cold, and the whole person seems to be about to be killed.

"Damn, damn Dong Wu Ghost, not only sent away his heirs, but also pit Lao Tzu before he died!"

The embarrassed and indignant Bei Motian has never been so embarrassed and humiliated, as if he had been slapped dozens of times.

But perhaps because he saw the surging energy sweeping over, he had to move angrily, and he used his body to prepare to leave.

As for others, he doesn't care.

Crying and shouting the earth, wailing all over the field, the powerhouse of the Supreme Realm still can't stop the energy of the martial god Dongwu Ghost from exploding.

Those violent energies, like boiling water, directly distorted the surrounding space.

This mausoleum space was originally a small world that he had opened up, and it was naturally under the control of Dong Wugui, so it would have so much power.

Bei Motian wants to escape, how could he give such a chance?

With a raised brow, Bei Motian had already seen the spatial cracks rolling towards him around him.

The flickering cold light flowed, and the endless anger seemed to erupt into flames, which was shocking and terrifying.

Once he is caught in the spatial rift, those things can not say that they can kill him, but they can definitely make him exiled to the spatial turbulence, and you don't know if you will have a chance to come back.

The black old face, as if it was about to explode, made people infinitely frightened, even the guy who was called the demon god of Beimotian, couldn't help but scold at this moment.

Even a drop of sweat appeared on his forehead, rolling and falling, his feet stepped on the gang, his body was mysterious and ghostly, like a ghost on a mountain cliff, the black robe moved with the wind, and there was a streamer flying out of it.

"Snort!"

"Beimotian, you can stay here and bury with me, ahahaha......"

As Dong Wugui's last voice echoed in the surrounding space, like a curse of death, like the soul messenger of hell, it made people tremble and their bodies tremble.

Bei Motian's face immediately became quite ugly, black as coal, as ugly as it should be, he couldn't wait to kill the other party, and he couldn't wait to kill him now.

If it weren't for the fact that the old thing of Dong Wugui had already exploded, the echoing sound was just a sentence that he deliberately left to disgust him, and it is estimated that Bei Motian would have gone berserk.

"Roar!"

With his hands crossed in front of his chest, Bei Motian stretched out his arms, activated the energy in his body, pinched the seal of the seal, and changed the shape of his hand.

Wisps of black and red light suddenly burst out, making people can't help but tremble in their hearts, and an inexplicable horror.

If there are still living people around, they will definitely be directly scared to death by this terrifying fist mark of the demon god.

The looming transparent fist marks seemed to be filled with something shocking, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, but he still gritted his teeth and smashed it out.

"Woohoo!"

"Boom!"

A huge fist mark smashed out, and a rumbling sound resounded throughout the mausoleum space, and then the endless space began to collapse, and the small world that had been opened up by the East Ghost began to collapse.

Landslides and ground cracks, volcanic eruptions, crustal cracks, space distortions.

Just as Dong Wugui calculated, even if his self-explosion can easily dodge the North Motian, then the next space collapses, and the small world shatters? Can you still resist it?

"Poof!"

Bei Motian was shrouded and swept away by the terrifying power of space collapse, and finally couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and with a whoosh, the whole person flew out upside down like a kite with broken strings.

Originally, he lost thirty percent of his strength, and now he is seriously injured, which can be said to be miserably calculated by Dong Wu Ghost, although he had a hunch, but he didn't expect Dong Wu Ghost's heart to be so ruthless!

"There are no ghosts in the east, my Northern Motian will make all your disciples and grandchildren be wiped out!"

Angry again and again, now that the Dongwu Ghost has been completely annihilated, he can only sprinkle his anger on the Dongwu Ghost Descendant, that is, Tang Chen!

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