These three hundred and sixty-five tall phantoms are all the breath of the great grandmaster, and they have different shapes, there are tiger heads, wolf heads, fox tails, and the same bull head as Wukong, all of which are the images of the demon clan. Please search for the fastest update

Then, starlight connected the three hundred and sixty-five phantoms, far away like fishing nets.

And the void seems to be firmly imprisoned by the power of the stars, Pangu Mai wants to leave, but his movements are like slow motion frame by frame, like a stuck tape.

At this moment, a tall phantom seemed to be absorbed by the starlight, and disappeared into the starlight line, and then another phantom disappeared, and another...

As one tall phantom after another vanished, a huge ball of light appeared in the center of the Starlight Web, and a figure shook in the ball.

Pangu felt a great danger, and the chaotic qi of the chaotic space in his body boiled, he slowly lifted his hands and tore them suddenly, and the imprisoned void was torn open by his hands.

Panguji only felt light, the spatial constraints disappeared, and his steps suddenly became brisk.

Without hesitation, he rushed towards the ball of light in the center of the Starlight Web, where something was pregnant and what he felt extremely dangerous.

As the phantom of a huge ancient demon clan master disappeared, the speed of absorption of the ball of light became faster and faster, and the light on its surface became fainter and fainter, and the figure in it was gradually revealed.

When Pangu stepped in front of the ball of light, the light was already too faint to be detected, and he didn't bother to look at the revealed creatures, and smashed it with a fierce fist.

This punch is not fancy, and it is extremely disruptive. The fist was completely pitch black, much deeper than the dark void!

Rumble!

As soon as this punch came out, a silent explosion continued, and the sea of particles in the void of the universe raised a terrifying wave, turning into an explosion inch by inch, and it was about to collapse completely.

At this time, the last demon phantom disappeared, and the faint light completely dissipated, followed by the starlight lines that looked like a net.

The palm that has always been as white as jade stretched out, only the size of an ordinary person, but with a spirit that encompasses heaven and earth.

Pangu's huge pitch-black fist was grabbed by the palm, and I don't know if the palm became bigger or the fist became smaller, in short, it was grabbed in the palm of the palm.

Pangu let out a loud shout, and the muscles of his arm suddenly exerted force, like a huge ram against the palm of his hand.

The palm of his palm, which was as white as jade, was as white as a light, his five fingers were clasped into his fist, and his arm seemed to be shaken like a wave, and Pangu's huge body was unexpectedly waved by him.

Then, the wave-like fluctuations in his arm were transmitted to Pangu's body, and the bones in his body made a calama sound, and there was a feeling that he was about to be disconnected.

It's like a snake being pinched by someone's tail and flicked.

On the periphery of the meteorite star belt, at the moment when the light ball and star net disappeared, Wukong, who was quietly floating in the void, and Nuwa, who was immersed in calculating the changes in the formation, looked up in a direction at the same time.

"It's... The breath of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi!" Nuwa closed her eyes and felt for a while, and then opened her mouth to affirm.

Wukong nodded, "That's right, it's indeed the breath of this old bird, but I didn't expect this old friend to also leave a residual memory." ”

"I'm afraid it's not just a remnant thought, he was a king when he was born, and he must have left a lot of essence and blood. Nuwa sensed her breath and said.

......

Panguji's huge body was waved back and forth by the white palm, and the bones of his body were coaral, and his muscles and bones felt sore.

Ji was furious in his heart, he had not suffered such humiliation since he came out of the chaos of the universe.

The True Yuan in Pangu's body surged, and a chaotic qi flowed with it, and his body suddenly tensed straight.

The left hand, which had been clinging to his side, suddenly waved, rushed out of the restraints, broke the relative stillness, and burst out of all the power condensed before.

The void cracked, the sky shattered, and this palm was like a sword, slashing at the wrist that held his fist.

Golden flames suddenly erupted from the jade-white wrist, and there seemed to be a three-legged bird flying in it, shooting a fine golden rocket from its mouth, blocking the slashing palm.

Pangu sneered, his palm changed, the palm knife folded, and he slashed out, containing countless indistinguishable changes, like an autumn wind, sweeping the fallen leaves, full of the aura of killing and abetosis, not feminine, only fierce!

Purple lightning leaps, meticulous, shattering every inch of the void and withering every life. At the end of all things, life is nirvana!

The golden flame was swept away, and the jade white wrist was finally retracted, and Pangu retracted his fist and retreated, the owner of the wrist.

It was a man bathed in golden flames, handsome and tall (of course, just for ordinary people), with a pair of golden wings behind his back flapping slowly. With each fanning, the flames enveloped his body boiled.

"Donghuang Taiyi!"

Ji gritted his teeth and popped out a few words, although a long time has passed, but he still has a deep memory of this person, no, this demon, there are many brothers who died in his hands in the war that year.

The methods of this sage of the three-legged golden crow clan back then are still fresh in his memory. Cruel and indifferent, extreme disregard for life, at this time Panguji's impression of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Donghuang Taiyi's indifferent eyes were ancient, and as soon as he stretched out his hands, two long swords composed of golden flames appeared in his hands, and then he let out a soft roar, and the two swords crossed and slashed out.

The golden flame rippled like water waves, and the two sword lights first crossed into a "ten" character, as if they were simple and had no moves, and then quickly spread, countless changes were presented, and the sword light was vertical and horizontal, overwhelming, approaching the front of him.

Pangu's eyes were full of golden sword light, and he felt sword qi up and down, left and right, as if a little spark had set off a prairie fire.

The sword is like fire, and it invades everything.

One of his eyes flashed with this ghostly light, and the knife brush in his left palm slashed out, and an electric light lit up, illuminating the dim cosmic void, and the knife was round, like the void of the sky, containing all things.

The trace of purple lightning is overflowing, jumping in the air, and there is dignity in the domineering majesty.

When dangdang, the sound of the palm sword flame sword clashing continued to sound, all the flames, all the changes, were encapsulated in the "void"!

When the two confronted each other, they were nearly ten zhang apart, but after each made a move, they were already in a ball, as if the void between the two did not exist at all.

Dangdang, in the midst of the sword exchange, Pangu Ji's palm knife suddenly flicked, and lightning shot out, passing through the weak "flame", and slashed at the right arm of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

The palms of the hands and the arms are purple and flashy, and the lightning jumps.

Donghuang Taiyi's "double swords" converged, just in front of the "palm knife", and once again let out a series of exchange sounds.

"Ji, you're not dead yet!?"

Donghuang Taiyi seemed to finally remember the name of Pangu, opened his mouth, and said indifferently.