A punch punched out of the sky.

Sanzi swung his fist, opened the yellow sand, and hit a whole piece of sky.

Sha Tian contained the power of the formation, and the three sons not only pierced the sky with one punch, but also dissolved the invisible force. Sand rain fell from the sky, and then it turned into a circle of fire around everyone, and in the firelight, the group of cultivators changed color, and their expressions were extremely solemn.

Everyone can't help but think about the question: what would happen if the target of this punch was me?

The third son did not forget to explain, and said eloquently: "I have three souls, one soul and one zhang, no more, no less, and it is about balance." ”

The words are said lightly, and the feeling that people feel suffocated, not only because of how big and far the liliang in that circle is, but also because of its essence.

Fist power, fist power, to put it bluntly, is a kind of liliang, the same as magic powers, it is about manipulation and realm. The cultivation is quite a monk, and the same kind of supernatural power realm is also comparable, but because of the different manipulations, the strength is very different. For example, when Thirteen Lang casts the Hurricane Technique, it must be stronger, more delicate, and more precise than the Hurricane Technique performed by ordinary monks with the same mana, and it is naturally more powerful. Another example is that if he releases his sword qi with the Heavenly Absolute Sword, the power is far greater than that of the gun king, but if he leaves the treasure, Thirteen Lang uses the sword qi to face the gun intent of the gun king, which is exactly the same mana, and I am afraid that he is not even qualified to carry shoes for others.

This is refinement, precision, and refinement.

The three sons broke the yellow sky with one punch, and everyone then clearly saw the height of the sky: thousands of feet! After deducting the distance between the sea surfaces, there are still more than two thousand meters. Not to mention how powerful the yellow sand is, not to mention how accurate and pure the fist strength is, just to say that it is far away, the overhaul present used his most proud supernatural power to fight against the air. Who can reach it?

The gun of the gun king can. Its gun intent is a little worse, and Blood Dance's scream may be okay, but its power will inevitably be reduced when it is far away. Except for both of them. None of the others can.

There are thousands of ways to fight, and the truth remains the same for eternity; one inch long and one inch strong, the fist has changed from a hand-to-hand weapon to a place of arrows, and the three sons have been transformed into a realm martial artist, that is, a god.

Thirteen Lang's double cultivation of the Dharma Body, of course, understood what the third son's punch meant, and sincerely praised: "Amazing, admire." ”

Miko smiled and said, "Look at this again." ”

He waved his hand, still lightly punching. Hit the empty sea in the distance. The people around couldn't help but wonder, secretly thinking that you just broke the sky, could it be that you still want to break through the sea? In that case, you can talk about a fart, and you can kill everyone here with one punch.

With doubts, everyone looked at the third son and punched out, but there was no movement on the sea, Hugh said that he would break through the sea, and not even a ripple was raised. Monk Fubo was the first to hold back and scolded: "Liu Santou, you brute!"

It sounds like scolding. In fact, it was shock, horror, and despair. I only heard a bang in my ears, and the difference between what I saw and heard was too great. Qun Xiu's eyes opened and closed and opened again, and they could no longer close together.

Two pillars suddenly rose on the surface of the sea, with red armor and long beards. The white mist rises in the twisting posture, and it is two dragons!

It's supernatural powers. This is a miracle!

It is not uncommon for monks with double holidays to play magical powers, and the three sons have performed the technique of the dragon. Life canceled out the power of half an arrow. The question is, what about mana fluctuations, what about mana spells? none of these, that's instantaneous?!

With a punch in his hand, he shot a magical power comparable to a half-arrow in the palm of the sky, which god can do it?

"Fake, right?" Jiang Fan grinned stupidly, and actually leaned out his divine sense to check the authenticity of Canglong. Beside him, Brother Fubo followed suit, his lips trembling and chattering, or simply praying.

"Fake, must be fake, fake"

How can it be fake, this is a battlefield, and it is not a stage for tricks to coax children. The two of them will behave like this, and it can only be said that their fear is beyond the limit of what they can bear, and they can't help but think of what they have just experienced: puppet appearance!

The fate of not being able to be liberated for thousands of years is the most tragic rather than being a puppet, and the most cowardly people have such courage, let alone a ruthless monk who has practiced for thousands of years. Unconsciously, the seven major cultivators, including Blood Dance and the others, exchanged glances with each other, and their expressions gradually revealed decisiveness.

"It's a fire dragon. ”

Thirteen Lang's eyes were equally solemn, his expression was quite calm, and he asked carefully, "How can you be fire?"

The third son Haha smiled and said, "Sheep are fire, and cattle are also fire, you don't even know this?"

I only know that eating too much mutton and beef is easy to catch fire, and Shisanro also smiled and said, "The flame is so good, it's hard to adapt to it in the sea, right?"

The group of cultivators was dumbfounded, thinking that Thirteen Lang was blind, and the dragons of the people came out of the water, and it was difficult to adapt?

The three sons did not reply, but raised their hands lightly, and the two red dragons received the command, roared and plunged into the water, instantly setting off a large wave and fog, as if the sun was rising from the bottom of the water.

Thirteen Lang suddenly realized and said, "Understood, you did it on purpose, show me the demonstration." ”

Sanzi Wan'er, his smile was a little kind, and it really didn't match the fierce touch of his naked half of his body, and he waved his hand to dissipate the red dragon, and he smiled and said, "Show them too." But you're right, it's you who are most important to you. ”

Thirteen Lang raised his eyebrows and said, "Scare me?"

Sanzi's eyes were "kind" and said, "It's serious, I just want you to see the situation clearly." ”

Thirteen Lang smiled, and the bull head habitually pulled the little little body, and said in his mouth: "My daughter, turn into a god." ”

The third son smiled and said: "The power is strong, the potential is amazing, the mastery is a little worse, this is not important, the important thing is that this seat knows that she has been injured, this seat is as full as before, her injury will inevitably be aggravated, and even will"

Needless to say, the latter words may be understood as the third son did not want to provoke the other party, and deliberately saved some face; Thirteen Lang was silent, and then pointed to the top of his head, and said: "There are still 20,000 flying ants that have not been used, and the sum is not weaker than the transformation of the gods." ”

The third son changed color slightly, and Jiang Fan followed the color change, and suddenly turned his head. Monk Fubo next to him was overjoyed, and pulled Jiang Fan to ask: "Really, really fake, really so much?"

"Shut up!"

Jiang Fan was so angry, thinking to himself how could there be such a fool who didn't know how to look at it, didn't he dare to look at it if he didn't see it.

The third son didn't pay attention to the situation over there, and after a slight pause, he returned to normal, and said calmly: "It is equivalent to turning into a god, but it is not the same as turning into a god." The shape of this seat has been transformed, and the toughness has increased tenfold. On the contrary, these small things can be invested in a tenth at a time, or perhaps less. ”

Jusan Lang couldn't help but admit that his words made sense. Previously, the three sons were huge, and 30,000 flying ants could attack at the same time. At this moment, he is as big as an ordinary person, and his body is far stronger than just now, and the effect of flying ants is greatly reduced. Of course, the so-called tenfold increase must be bragging, just like Shisanlang claimed that there are still 20,000 flying ants, if you really fight, where to find it.

I don't know if he was shocked by "there are still 20,000", the third son's expression was not as arrogant as just now. said: "The five major monks are counted as your subordinates, even if they can do it, how many liliang are left, one percent, two percent?"

If it weren't for the two punches before, Thirteen Lang, Blood Dance and the others would most likely refute it, claiming that the unity of the five people was still worth a strong overhaul. At this time, after the three sons of the Dharma body are doubled, the pigeons can be killed one by one without being damaged, and the mouth is hard and not low.

"As for the two of them"

The third son glanced at Jiang Fan and said with a smile: "Jiang Fan's ability is known. It's a pity that the origin is a big loss, and after thirty years of resting in the blood domain, he may be able to regain his strength. ”

Nothing to argue, to be honest.

The third son's gaze swept over Brother Fubo. When he looked at the dumb aunt, his expression turned positive and said, "She's amazing"

"Damn, and me!" commented one by one, there was no oneself, and the big gray puffed up his chest angrily. It was a little funny to stand on all four legs.

Brother Fubo shouted after Ash, "And me. Liu Santou, you are a beast, the king of the eight turtles, the son of the turtle, the grandson of the turtle, don't talk about it. ”

Shisanlang waved his hand to stop one person and one donkey, and motioned for the third son to continue.

The third son shook his head helplessly, and said: "Daoist friends think that this kind of person who hates gods and hates ghosts, and this seat refines him into a puppet, is it considered to be doing the Tao for the sky?"

"Liu Santou"

"Shut up. Thirteen Lang said lightly.

"Ugh"

Monk Fubo shuddered suddenly, retracted his neck and did not dare to say anything again. Somehow, he who seemed to be not afraid of heaven and earth was glanced at by Thirteen Lang, and his stomach was suddenly smashed back, and his tongue seemed to be knotted.

"Brother Xiao is amazing! This kind of evil obstacle can probably only be subdued by Mr. ”

First Daoyou, then Brother Xiao, and Mr., the attitude of the third son became more and more polite, and after admiring, he said sincerely: "Your servant accepts the four demon souls"

"Her name is Dumb Auntie. Thirteen Lang corrected and said, "It can be understood as my sister." ”

The third son was stunned, and said after a while: "Mr. is so open-minded, so bold and blessed. ”

Recognize ghosts as sisters, unique in the world. Monks, in particular, are in some respects more taboo than mortals, and this is absolutely not possible. Of course, if that ghost is indeed the ghost king recognized by the underworld priest, I don't know how many monks rush to kiss him.

Thirteen Lang didn't bother to argue and explain, and said, "Talk about the point." ”

The third son nodded and said, "The four demon souls are strong, and I believe that within a hundred years, her husband will definitely have a way to subdue them." But you have to admit that at the moment, they're more of a hidden danger. ”

This is light, the four demon souls are not only hidden dangers, they are simply four time bombs. Although they swear an oath to the dumb aunt, they must not be violated. For example, if the dumb aunt helps Thirteen Lang and the third son to fight fiercely, once they are seriously injured or not as strong as they are now, the result will be completely different. There is nothing to say about the need to endure backlash for breaking the oath, but they can keep the soul body under the nose of the Blood Domain Nirvana, which in itself represents a lot.

Taking a step back, what about a hundred years from now? The ending of the four demon souls may not be better than it is now.

After a few sentences, the third son continued: "Assuming they are watching, Brother Xiao thinks that the remaining ghost kings and ghosts can threaten me?"

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

The dumb aunt suddenly snorted coldly, her body did not move, her eyes flashed red, and the yin wind blew around her in an instant, and a hundred thousand ghost slaves howled and screamed, swarming around the three sons, and waiting for their king to give an order, the killing array would begin.

Thirteen Lang waved his hand again, stopped the dumb aunt and said to the third son: "You also have a way to do this?"

The surrounding ghosts were monstrous, and the third son's expression remained unchanged, and when he heard this, he smiled lightly and said, "Brother Xiao, please take a look." ”

Throwing his fist at the dumb aunt again, the third son said, "Offended." ”

The attitude is polite, the voice is gentle, the third son at this time is polite, and he can't make a mistake in picking out. After saying hello, Miko raised his hand again and lightly threw a third punch behind him.

The purple gas suddenly appeared, and it was still instantaneous. The place where the purple mist rose was in the ghost mist, silent, and there was no trace to be found. The upheaval ensued, and the ghosts and spirits shrouded in purple mist surged like waves, turning around and rushing towards their companions

If you see the enemy of life and death

Don't forget to vote, old guns

(To be continued......)