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Don't... Are they all dead?

Tarot thought of this possibility, and he didn't know whether to be happy or worried, it was a good thing that the human race, which he regarded as the great enemy, was extinct, but it was a bit too much to take advantage of his own elite strength.

In this way, the gap between the strength of himself and his younger brother Beta is about to widen, but Tucker is right, "As long as people are still there, there is still a chance", after all, his father's cabbage is at the peak of spring and autumn, and he still has time.

......。

In the void, the battle continued, but under the attack of the two top kings, Pangu "Ji" gradually fell into disadvantage.

His whole body has been completely shrouded in red mang, but the glow on his skin blocks the penetration of red mang, and the Buddha sound in his heart is getting louder and louder, and he almost can't suppress the feeling.

Wukong seems to have been transformed from a compassionate bodhisattva into a brutal demon, his plain face contains a strong killing intent, and the moves in his hands are becoming more and more domineering, all of which are the methods of Buddhism to subdue demons, the real way of killing.

Pangu decided not to entangle any further, although he would have no problem supporting it for a few more years, but he would eventually lose.

The offensive in the hands of Pangu, who wanted to escape, became more and more urgent, and only by forcing the two of them away could he have a chance to escape.

Wukong in front of him seemed to be Pangu's mind, and his two palms changed one after another, blocking Pangu's retreat. But Pangu was not in a hurry, smiled weirdly, retreated to the left, and suddenly stepped forward, his body was weird, which was unexpected.

Nuwa behind him cooperated very well, and had already judged his dodge route from the changes in Pangu's muscles and skin, and the hydrangea circled around and was blocking Pangu's side, just like his left rib hit the hydrangea.

The dazzling red glow flickered, trying to force him back.

However, Nuwa's hydrangea was powerless, as if it had hit the air!

She suddenly secretly said in her heart that it was not good, and the red silk hydrangea was urgently collected, and she had to protect her whole body.

Pangu's dantian eyebrows swelled at the same time, and there was a tingling sensation coming out, he had just used the opportunity of the germination of chaotic qi and the huge consciousness to create a realistic fantasy, and only in exchange for such a good opportunity, how could he let it go?

So, he endured the pain, took a step back, his huge body looming over Nuwa, and then swung his sword down.

The huge palm became smaller and smaller on the way down, but the strength became more and more condensed, and finally turned into the size of a normal person, cutting through the red dust of the red silk.

All this is verbose, but in fact, it is only a ten-thousandth of a moment, Nuwa only feels that her eyes are dark, and the palm knife has broken through the defense and touched the skin of her neck.

She frowned, but she didn't panic, her cervical spine suddenly loosened, like a poisonous snake, twisting itself, allowing the palm knife to slide through her skin and flesh.

Then she grabbed the palm knife the size of an ordinary person with her golden left hand, even if the blade hurt the flesh and bones, and the blood flowed, she would not let go!

Her beautiful face looked up, and there was a sarcastic look in her eyes.

"Hmph, cocoon yourself!"

"Chance!"

Nuwa grabbed Pangu in his left hand, and Wukong's eyes shrank, and his essence exploded, which was the first time that his calm eyes fluctuated.

The eyelids of the originally half-drooping person suddenly opened, and the whole person's popularity changed, and he no longer had his previous attitude of leisure, calm as water.

The whole person seemed to be one with the environment, and when he went deep into the void, he felt a little more terrifying, and the killing intent that was originally hidden under the leisurely suddenly exploded.

His hands stretched out, slowly forward, and the movement of stretching out towards Pangu fit a certain rhythm between heaven and earth, indescribable mystery.

Under the traction of the qi machine, Pangu's one-eyed narrowed, and his empty right fist struck in the air, and a huge black vortex took shape at the end of the fist.

Wukong's exposed skin was glowing with dark gold, and his palms were like a layer of gold leaf, and he just slapped at Pangu.

Mighty King Kong Palm!

The changes in the moves of the powerful Vajra palm are clumsy, but the power is extremely terrifying, and the layers of air flow are slapped and collapsed, as if the void has been cut off, bringing out a strange sense of penetration.

The whirlpool between Pangu's fists suddenly merged, turning into a thin black slit, like black lightning cutting through the void, like a sharp blade cutting tofu, silently cutting through the heavy air current, slashing between the two palms, swinging left and right, swinging them away.

This Pangu seems to be a set of knife techniques, once unfolded, like a bird perched on a dead branch, like a petrel fighting the wind and waves, soon with the spirit to break the clumsy, with the fast to break the slow.

After a few moves, it was actually Wukong's powerful Vajra palm that was suppressed.

When the battle is in full swing, the black slit strangely jumps out from the palm shadow, when the head is down, it is slow and abnormal, but it contains infinite changes, each change is faster than imagination, so that no matter which direction to dodge, what move to block, there is a sense of powerlessness.

Goku smiled, laughing happily!

"That's what you do!"

His arms suddenly unfolded, and his palms struck in unison, as if dozens or hundreds of arms had grown at once, and the storm struck at the fist that controlled the slit.

Pangu made a mistake and wanted to avoid the palm shadow, but unexpectedly, a strong force came from the left palm that was held by Nuwa, which made his figure pause.

Wukong's palms struck suddenly.

Frightened, Pangu turned his fist into a palm and pushed it out, as heavy as a mountain, pressing the air flow in front of him into a whirlpool, and all the palm shadows were absorbed and eliminated.

At this time, a white finger penetrated through the palm shadow, and the invisible and phaseless finger wind was like a void calamity, hurting people unconsciously!

No phase robbery!

The flesh on Pangu's fist seemed to have been melted, filled with dense holes, but strangely no blood flowed out.

However, these dense small holes were different from other injuries, no matter how Pangu's vitality filled them, they could not grow and recover, and it seemed that there was an invisible and formless calamity qi filled with them.

Pangu roared angrily, no longer caring about the injury, his five fingers opened his right palm and lifted it, and suddenly covered it, and the palm wind was permeated, as if it shrouded the surrounding universe and the world.

And Wukong changed his moves at the same time, and he also turned his fingers into palms and lifted them upward, this palm was simple and solemn, but it gave people wisdom and accessibility, and it was difficult to hide any thoughts to avoid blocking, and it was difficult to succeed, sealing all the follow-ups.

Hold the Buddha country in your hand!

Buddhism is like a palm!

Silently, the palms of one large and one small were put together, and Pangu's huge palm seemed to have become smaller, and it was controlled by Wukong in the middle.

Then, the purple-black glow exploded, the light leaked through his fingers, and Wukong's palm seemed to be made of rubber, puffing up and deflating from time to time, as if there had been a violent explosion.

No, it was really a violent explosion!!

Pangu blew himself up on his right hand.