Above her head, the bronze Buddha statue hung down nine waterfalls, representing a kind of perfection that blessed her body and gave it a strange power.

And the golden fist of the Cold Prison Palace was dazzling, and it could be said that the fist power was world-shattering! He shook slightly, retracted it back, and knocked it down like two thunder god hammers, facing Wu Xiaochen's phalanges.

The deafening sound sounded, Wu Xiaochen quickly retreated, his snow-white hands were spasming, and blood flowed out between his fingers.

The grand Buddha horn sounded, and the bronze Buddha above his head shone brightly, turning into a weapon to bombard the forehead bone of the cold prison palace, just like the quasi-emperor Shakyamuni descending!

Although the bronze statue was decayed, it was refined by the quasi-emperor after all, and the majestic energy fluctuated greatly, turning the cold prison palace upside down and falling down the five-color altar.

"No!"

On the side of Zhongzhou, many people exclaimed, Nie Bing'er, Fan Qilin and others were stunned, this result was too cruel.

"It was okay, he almost fell, and he grabbed the edge of the five-colored altar. Ziro said in a deep voice.

Sure enough, one hand grabbed the corner of the altar and squeezed it hard, and his whole person rushed up to the sky, landed in the altar, and faced Wu Xiaochen again.

"Click"

The fist-sized bronze Buddha is a forbidden weapon, and the number of times it can be used is limited, so it sent out such a shocking blow, especially in this forbidden place, it was suddenly damaged, and the cracks on its body deepened a lot, and it was about to be shattered.

The cold prison palace didn't say anything and began to kill after jumping on the altar, and the six reincarnation fists were evolved by him to the extreme realm and the immortal patterns were dense, appearing in front of him, and the whole body seemed to be inlaid with a divine ring.

Brave and invincible!

When the cold prison palace came up, there were six punches, and Wu Xiaochen, who was beaten, vomited blood, dyed his snow coat red, and almost flew out horizontally, and the sound of his bones breaking could be clearly heard.

"Ah......h

Wu Xiaochen let out a long roar, and a golden figure in the center of his eyebrows stepped out, quickly zooming in, this is a golden crocodile!

"The Divine Fetus of the Crocodile Ancestor is really hiding in your Sendai!" The eyes of the Cold Prison Palace suddenly turned cold.

"Until now, I'll see who can save you!" The golden divine fetus and Wu Xiaochen's physical body were one, and the whole person exuded three Dao immortal radiance.

The Divine Fetus, that is a primordial divine light, can grow into a new self, forged for the supreme method that the demon clan has long been lost and does not know how many thousands of years.

"It's a pity, you're just a fledgling demon fetus and you're far from growing up, and I accepted you today!" The cold prison palace was not afraid, but his heart was astringent, he had a premonition that Wu Xiaochen might have an accident, and now it seems to have come true.

"Ah............h

Both of them roared, fierce battles, fists and feet collided, palms and legs split, Gangfeng hunting sonorous and deafening, life and death fighting!

At this time, many ancient clans with divine wings descended on the altar, and then flew towards the holy mountain opposite, not daring to intervene in this battle, just wanting to pick the Nine Wonderful Divine Medicine, but they were still swept in, and were shattered into pieces by the two of them, and they were drenched in blood.

"Wu Xiaochen, are you still there?" asked the cold prison palace.

"Naturally, sometimes she is me and sometimes I am her, and they stand side by side. With the help of my power, I observed another world in her heart, and this kind of wisdom is worth a thousand years of enlightenment!"

"Crocodile Ancestor Wu Xiaochen!" the cold prison palace roared, he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, there was only a battle in front of him, and he vowed to kill the golden crocodile.

"I have already figured out that there is a path to becoming an immortal under the abyss, why don't I beat you down and help you become an immortal!" Wu Xiaochen drank lightly, with a ruthless sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Boom"

She urged the bronze statue, which was undoubtedly brought from the Glowing Ancient Star, which was originally a sacred object for Shakyamuni to suppress the eighteenth layer of hell, but now it has become his weapon.

The bronze Buddha statue seemed to have life, and had the supreme divine power to suppress the eighteen layers of hell, and the cold prison palace immediately flipped out, automatically hiding under the five-colored altar, grabbing its bottom with both hands and turning it up from another direction.

Quasi-Emperor Forbidden Weapon!

Once it is truly powerful, no one can do it, and even if it is suppressed by the power of the wilderness here, it is almost invincible.

Suddenly, Wu Xiaochen stumbled, the bronze statue in his hand almost fell to the ground, the Buddha's light was fading, and there was an extra crack on it, which was about to self-destruct.

The Cold Prison Palace seized this rare opportunity and rushed over, the spirit and spirit were united, as if they had fallen into the realm of enlightenment, evolving the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, and the entire Heaven and Earth Avenue emitted a tsunami-like roar.

"Poof"

Wu Xiaochen coughed up blood, broke many bones all over his body, flew upside down, and almost fell down the five-colored altar.

Eventually, she stopped and spat out a breath of innate essence, which was the natal essence of the Crocodile Ancestor's fetus, preventing the bronze statue from being destroyed and allowing it to be preserved.

With a harmonious roar, the golden-bodied Arhats, the Bodhisattvas with divine light, and the ancient Buddhas, surrounded Wu Xiaochen one after another, all of which flashed from the bronze statues.

She will deliver the final blow, and this time Shakyamuni's forbidden weapon will obviously come to the end of her life, and it will not be possible to live in the world forever.

Even if the quasi-emperor forbidden weapon is broken into slag, it is still an artifact, not to mention that it has not been destroyed, the crocodile ancestor god fetus is sacrificed, and he does not hesitate to destroy it, you can imagine that kind of power!

The cold prison palace was bottomless in his heart, but he was not afraid, and he swung his golden fist, ready to avoid the edge of the bronze statue and seek an opportunity to kill forward.

"Boom!"

The quasi-emperor's forbidden weapon was powerful, swept the heavens and the earth, and he was shattering and burning, terrifying to the extreme, and the three thousand golden-bodied Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and ancient Buddhas chanted together and suppressed them forward.

This kind of power is almost unstoppable!

"No!" On Zhongzhou's side, Zixi, Pink Qilin and others shouted, and even Qi Luo changed color, this is a lore!

"Boom"

Suddenly, something strange happened, Wu Xiaochen's hand suddenly trembled, the bronze statue fell into the ancient abyss, and the power of the sky disappeared.

What happened to the "......" ?,、 everyone was puzzled.

Leng Jian Gong couldn't hold back her fist and tried to turn, not hitting her in the chest and abdomen, but shattering her right arm into a cloud of blood mist, splashing his blood.

"Wu Xiaochen!" he was puzzled.

"It's really good to be a mortal, but it's a pity that time can't be reversed, and it can never go back to the past. There was a trace of mist in Wu Xiaochen's eyes, and he stood there stunned.

"Wu Xiaochen, what's wrong with you, are you the real you now?" asked the cold prison palace.

"Guess what?" Wu Xiaochen smiled, with two lines of crystal tears on his face, and the blood on his broken arm kept dripping, and he couldn't stop it at all.

"Sometimes it's you, sometimes it's the Crocodile Ancestor Divine Fetus" Leng Prison Palace looked at her in a daze.

"Whatever you want. Wu Xiaochen also laughed and cried, there was a golden light flashing in his eyes, and the killing intent appeared for a while and faded for a while.

"Boom"

The terrifying killing machine appeared, and Wu Xiaochen was covered in golden light. The cold prison palace raised his fist and was ready for battle. However, at this moment, Wu Xiaochen made an unexpected move, and she jumped into the ancient abyss.

Looking back at the end, the figure of the cold prison palace was reflected in her eyes, with a bright smile, but also a touch of grievance, tears slipped down, she bloomed like fireworks, leaving an eternal light, and then disappeared into the darkness.

The cold prison palace felt a pain in his heart, couldn't help screaming, and rushed to the edge of the stone-colored altar, only to see the green silk turning into white hair, aging and falling off, and the person had already fallen into the depths of darkness.

He stood there indifferently, what was good, what was evil, what was true, what was a lie, he was petrified, he did not move.

There was no joy in killing the enemy, there was only an indescribable emptiness and sadness, and he sat weakly on the edge of the five-colored altar, staring blankly below.

If the little stool is a great evil, how cruel will it be, and what else can you believe? If Wu Xiaochen and crocodile coexist, how miserable it will be, and how have these years been spent.

The cold prison palace felt unprecedented tiredness, and wanted to fall asleep, and even wanted to jump into the abyss, and some of the most important people in ...... life seemed to understand, inexplicably sad.

Disorderly!

His mind is in a mess, what is right and what is wrong, even the people around him will undergo such a shocking change, and there is nothing that can be changed?

Exhausted, weak and mournful like never before, he sat on the edge of the five-colored altar, looking down at the dark abyss, his heart blank.

This made him more tired than he had experienced thousands of life-and-death battles, he wanted to yell, he wanted to cry, he wanted to overturn the world, but he was powerless, he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Sitting quietly alone, under the dark abyss, the power of the wilderness invaded, his temples were white, but he didn't want to move, and there was no trace of brilliance in his eyes.

On Zhongzhou's side, Nie Bing'er couldn't help but want to rush over, but his brother grabbed his arm and didn't let her leave.

Ji Haoyue was heroic and said in a deep voice: "If it was not long ago, I wouldn't object to you going with him, but not now, now his own path needs to be walked by himself." ”

"He's so sorry ...... the Cold Prison Palace," Nie Bing'er's big eyes were red and swollen, and she said softly.

Zixi and Duan De didn't know what to say, they just hoped that the cold prison palace would think through it and cheer up, it was useless to say anything at this time, and no one could help them.

The primeval tribes, many winged races were still moving, landing on the five-color altar, but none of them dared to disturb the figure like a demon god in front of them, for fear of causing a big disaster, they all quickly flapped their wings and flew to the other side.

The cold prison palace was gray and a little decadent, sitting there, weak, listening to the sound of flapping wings, looking at the abyss, he wanted to sit still for a long time.

"Ah............h

Some ancient tribes climbed to the other side and came to the holy mountain to compete for the Nine Wonderful Divine Medicine and collect the Divine Spring, and there was a fierce battle, many people were aging, dying in battle, and screaming one after another.

The cold prison palace was indifferent to this, stunned, and sat still, everything in the outside world seemed to be difficult to make his heart ripple.

"Bang"

At the five-colored altar, a man with long aqua blue hair appeared, like a god mountain lying there, his eyes were like two magic lamps, and he could see the souls of others.

His physique is strong and slender, masculine and powerful, his flesh shell is full of fairy brilliance, and his head and horns are grandiose, as if he is detached from all living beings, with an imperial posture, like an immortal Taiche god.

The fire qizi came, and the blood of the ancient emperor in his body was roaring like a tsunami, deafening! It was an incomparably powerful potential, "like a great emperor dormant in his body, and he would be resurrected at any time!"