Zhao Jingyang let out a long laugh, and the sound shook like thunder. Diaphragm

In the next moment, the man was gone; Then, in the snow-like dust, he appeared in front of the King of Bones, and with a fist like a hammer, he struck a fierce blow on the door of the King of Bones.

It was as if a singularity exploded in the tip of his fist, and the three-thousand-foot King of Bones shook his whole body, swallowing all the power of this blow, and there was not a single leak.

In the moment of one ten-thousandth, the king of bones was fixed; And then for a moment, its sturdy unimaginably large bony body crackled with a thunderous explosion, like a sieve of chaff; Then, between the Kakas, starting from the skull, huge cracks appeared.

But after all, it's an evil god, and this punch won't kill it.

I saw it roaring fiercely, six giant arms of white bones dancing wildly, and its huge body flickering and moving, but it was like a child who drove away bees, so clumsy!

But in the thousands of feet of dust above it, a fist suddenly came out, and the dust in the sky shook together, like a long whale sucking water, and returned to one place, turning into a huge stone gray bull!

A huge hand was firmly clasping the horn of the bull. Diaphragm

At this time, Zhao Jingyang was already a thousand feet in his body; Here he punched the King of Greystone out, grabbed its rocky horn, exhaled, and slammed it down!

Like a landslide and a crack, the bull-like King of Gray Stone was like a straw, picked up by Zhao Jingyang and smashed on the King of White Bones who was beating with six arms below.

The two evil gods suddenly hugged each other.

Zhao Jingyang's body was covered with a blazing body, as if he was wearing a bright-colored armor; No matter how tricky and vicious the evil god power of the two evil gods was, they couldn't invade his body.

The king of white bones was so white and arrogant that he roared and screamed, and the power of the evil gods was splashed, and waves rose. Everywhere he passed, even the space turned into a miserable place.

Even if it is Sanmao, an authentic martial saint, he will definitely not be able to withstand the invasion of the power of this majestic evil god. I'm afraid that under one sweep, the essence of the bones all over the body will be lost, the flesh and blood will be deformed, and he will die.

The King of Greystone is not far behind. Diaphragm

Just the dust in the sky at the beginning, and a few pieces of ordinary martial saints are contaminated, and the vitality will quickly wither, turning into a dried corpse like lime.

It's a pity that these two evil gods, in front of Zhao Jingyang, are not enough to fight.

The power of the evil gods they relied on had no effect in the face of Zhao Jingyang's majestic Yuan Gang and sturdy and unparalleled physique.

As a 'perfect person', Zhao Jingyang's three hundred and sixty ancestral skills are fully opened, and the whole body is mixed with wishful thinking, and there are no leaks and no defects. In fact, it is to let go of Yuan Gang and let it invade, and the power of the evil gods of these two evil gods will not hurt Zhao Jingyang's fur.

His physique is too strong.

Taishi Xuanyuan Qi solidified the innate realm, making his body grow every moment, and every second was stronger than the previous second.

As long as he has enough time, just solidifying the basic physical growth brought about by the innate wonder, it is enough for him to face the vast majority of enemies without being timid! Diaphragm

Not to mention the all-round enhancement brought by the full opening of the ancestral know-how!

That is to say, his current ancestral cultivation is not far from complete. If the ancestral aperture is fully cultivated, it will increase the strength of the 360th power multiple of 2 in the basic physique!

When the time comes, one hand will raise a sun, and it will be just a matter of waiting.

Pinching out ten or eight suns is only trivial.

With just two moves, the two evil gods rolled together, and Zhao Jingyang was a little disappointed.

In the end, it was because the cultivation of the ancestors had improved too much after the opening of the ancestral aperture, or did he look at these evil gods too highly at the beginning?

However, the physique of these two evil gods, their sturdiness, is acceptable, as a sandbag, it is okay to get over the addiction. Diaphragm

When Zhao Jingyang's thoughts turned, he had already ridden the two evil gods under his crotch together, picked up the fist, and crackled like a sandbag, and punched 180,000 punches in a second.

At another look, the two evil gods had mixed together and become a pile.

Zhao Jingyang was stunned for a moment, and sighed faintly - he hadn't done his best yet!

But after 108,000 punches, there are quite a few Shutai; He stood up, took out a gourd out of nowhere, and took in a bunch of wriggling, twisted, torn apart, and with great loss of vitality but still trying to struggle.

On the hanging mountain, in the depression, after Zhao Jingyang laid down the Yuan Gang, Sanmao and Gong Yuyi reacted.

It's so fast!

Their vision can't keep up with the speed of Zhao Jingyang and the evil god. Diaphragm

It seemed that in a blink of an eye, Zhao Jingyang said a few words, and then jumped out, and as soon as he saw a flower in front of him, he saw Zhao Jingyang taking the gourd and putting away the messy things.

The process was not seen at all.

Both faces were a little dazed.

Zhao Jingyang put away the gourd, flashed to the two of them, and turned over and took out a gold-level I-shaped wrestler talisman; Then raise a fist and draw, the true meaning of the King of Man Fist Sutra was vigorous, and the fist seal of the King of Man who sealed the phalanges was suddenly hooked.

Zhao Jingyang took it easy, hooked off a wisp of qi from the fist print that was triggered, divided it into two, and slapped it into the token in his hand and the Sanmao next to him.

"You take this I-shaped wrestler talisman," Zhao Jingyang threw the token to Sanmao and said, "Right here, according to the regulatory style of Hanhai City, the hanging mountain in the Hanhai realm, build one for me here." ”

As he spoke, a flash of fire bloomed at the center of his eyebrows; A torch tree was projected into this 'cave'. Diaphragm

"Use this as the core to build the second Hanhai City."

Sanmao took the I-shaped wrestler talisman and said, "Don't worry, Jing Ye, I know." ”

Zhao Jingyang bowed slightly: "You build this place, send me a message, and I will open it; You organize a team, and I will take you to the Fifth Level. ”

Sanmao is clear. The initial development of the Fifth Realm, in the end, is still his Sanmao as a pioneer!

He grinned, "Know! ”

Zhao Jingyang patted him on the shoulder and said, "Right now, only the King of the Primordial Blood who possessed the Emperor is left. The emperor left me behind, but I am not afraid of being a demon. ”

"The situation in the Fourth World has almost stabilized. The next thing should be difficult for Hongyu and them. The Fifth Realm is urgent. I'll take the feather coat over and make a stand to see the situation. "Ahh

Gong Yuyi next to him couldn't help but sigh: "I don't know if the City of Hope is still there..."

The City of Hope, that is, the only remaining refuge in the Fifth Realm before Gong Yuyi was crossed to the Fourth World by the King of Heavenly Heart, the last dangerous city!

It has been thirty years since she came to the Fourth World to become Miyaharo. I really don't know what the situation is over there.

Zhao Jingyang said: "The humanity brilliance of the Fifth Realm has not been completely extinguished. ”

"If the different worlds are not fully connected, there will be some differences in the proportion of time scales. Thirty years on your side may only be a short period of time over there. ”

When Gong Yuyi heard this, he couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised.

Zhao Jingyang said: "I am so anxious to go over, and it is also because of this. If the humanity of the Fifth Realm has been completely extinguished, there is no need to rush over. "Ahh

As he spoke, he and Sanmao nodded, Zhao Jingyang pulled up the palace feather robe, and between the turns of his thoughts, he locked the space-time and space marker of the dimensional imprint of the fifth realm, and at the same time urged the fire to sense its humane brilliance, and in an instant, the two of them had disappeared without a trace.