The blood in the palms of his two hands was full of blood, and the old man in the yellow robe who was surging like waves of true qi outside his body suddenly increased a lot in power.

Especially with the blessing of this qi energy, the yellow-robed old man quickly stepped forward and approached Fang Ping, and his two palms shot out like a storm, and the blood-colored palm power emitted covered dozens of meters of void.

Knock knock knock!

The dense blood-colored palm power fell in the void space, and the power contained in it could shake the pseudo-innate realm powerhouse with mediocre combat power, and hundreds of blood-colored palm power were connected together, covering dozens of meters of void, like a blood-colored river, and like a forbidden demon's open bloody mouth.

"Finally, there are some innate powerhouses!" Fang Ping held his breath, the golden true blood in his body boiled like a flame, and after the strength of his whole body accumulated into the palms of his two hands, Fang Ping sent out hundreds of domineering and fierce and invincible fist strength in one go, and also blended a touch of knife intent into hundreds of fist strengths.

Thundered!

More than half of the blood-colored palm power that fell was offset by Fang Ping's fist power, and the rest of the blood-colored palm power crackled outside Fang Ping's body, and the "Mist True Qi Armor" flowing outside Fang Ping's body flickered and rippled, and in a blink of an eye, it was beaten with thousands of holes, and the old man in the yellow robe showed a long-lost smile when he saw this.

The young demon is the world, and the first grade realm is against the super strong man of this innate realm, but no matter how demonic it is, there must be a limit, the cultivation of the first grade realm is no match for him, the super strong man of the innate realm!

"Take your body as a furnace! Heart-to-heart! ”

Fang Ping, who caught the smug smile on the face of the old man in the yellow robe, didn't make the old man happy for too long, his flesh and blood glowed, his bones rang loudly, and he performed the high-level health preservation technique of raising the furnace in one mind, and in an instant, Fang Ping's huge body, which stood up to the sky and was more than three meters high, turned into a flesh and blood furnace that smelted all things in heaven and earth.

Poof! Poof!

Pierced through the blood-colored palm strength of the mist true qi armor, broke the bones and split the heart, and continued to submerge into Fang Ping's body, and was immediately digested by Fang Ping with his body as a furnace and his heart as the tripod, just like ten thousand laws are not invaded, King Kong is not broken, and the young devil who plundered the internal strength and essence of many lake masters on the top of the mountain and turned it into his own use has the same effect.

He ...... Absorb all the power of my palms...... Refined? The old man in the yellow robe was dumbfounded in disbelief, and the only remaining eyeball was also dyed with a layer of solemn jealousy when he looked at Fang Ping.

The same gifted demons, the same magic skills that refine the internal strength and true qi of others, what is the difference between this and the young demon on the top of the mountain?

"It's my turn." Fang Ping was like a giant whale absorbing water and emptying the air around him, causing his chest cavity to swell a circle, and the green tendons and blood vessels crawling outside the skin in front of his forehead were about to crack, and then a long roar that shook the earth was released, Fang Ping's expanded chest cavity was like a deflated balloon, and the sound of sound waves coming from his mouth tore the ground apart.

The old man in the yellow robe, who was close to the young man, was impacted by the sound of the long howling sound waves that were integrated into the internal force of the true qi and the vast blood, his eyes turned black, and his body was soft, and when he settled his mind to look at it, Fang Ping, who was the furnace, the temperature around his body continued to rise, and his body, which was covered with golden blood, became like the sun hanging high for nine days.

This temperature spread to the yellow-robed old man's body, and the majestic true qi rolling outside the yellow-robed old man's body directly evaporated.

Manpower is limited, but the power of heaven and earth is inexhaustible, the high temperature rising outside Fang Ping's body is the extraordinary energy he draws from the sun, bathed in this scorching energy that burns everything in the world, Fang Ping doesn't know what the old man in the yellow robe feels, anyway, Fang Ping is warm all over.

Clenching the fist print, condensing the scorching energy, Fang Ping's fist mark the size of an ordinary person's head, wrapped around the wisps of golden flames, don't look at the insignificant dozen wisps of golden flames, under its destructive aura wandering, the old man in the yellow robe took two steps back in shock, the temperature of this golden flame is also a hundred times that of ordinary flames.

Wave after wave, Fang Ping raised another fist, and under his stimulation, another kind of energy gushed out from the tens of trillions of cells that were sleeping deep in his body, which was the energy substance drawn from the heavenly thunder and lightning, and condensed into a blazing thunder and lightning that shone across the universe on the fist mark of Fang Ping's left hand.

With a golden flame in one hand and blazing thunder and lightning in the other, Fang Ping stepped on his feet, ploughed through the ground and attacked the old man in the yellow robe, and a punch was issued, and the electric light was wide and horizontal, and it effortlessly penetrated the true qi of the old man in the yellow robe.

"The power of the bloodline! Are you a child of a family? The old man in the yellow robe roared in horror, trying to mobilize the power of heaven and earth to imprison Fang Ping's body, he could be Fang Ping in the furnace state, like a great murderer who came out of the ancient era, and the power of heaven and earth that permeated the depths of the void could only slightly restrain Fang Ping's actions, and could not create any substantial imprisonment.

Fang Ping immediately sent out a fist entwined with golden flames, the power was incomparable, the true qi was like the sea, the old man in the yellow robe raised his palm to resist, the internal force of the true qi outside the palm was burned by the golden flames in an instant, the old man in the yellow robe withdrew his palm in pain, cast his gaze, and the entire palm was dripping with blood and smoking.

"Wait...... You are a child of a family...... I don't want to be your enemy, I can leave if I want to, and the old man will stop you again. ”

The old man in the yellow robe, who recognized that Fang Ping was a child of the family, and the power that erupted was also derived from the power of the bloodline, shouted loudly.

Fang Ping was indifferent, "Innate realm? How can you be so weak, more than a star and a half weaker than the predecessors of Baishan, are you the weakest level in the Innate Realm? ”

The old man in the yellow robe was speechless, he was indeed not long after entering the innate realm, and the wisp of "innate qi" in his body had not been completely refined, but this was all because Fang Ping was too demonic, so it seemed that he was a little weak, it stands to reason that the super strong man of the innate realm can crush the martial artist who imprisons the peak of the day after tomorrow with the power of heaven and earth alone.

"Don't speak? That's it. Fang Ping's heart was surging and he had a murderous intention.

The old man in the yellow robe was not as strong as he imagined, much weaker than Bai Shan, who had defeated the altar master of the Innate Sect Sect, and he could not even compare to the Altar Master of the Innate Sect who had lost to Bai Mountain, judging from the current situation, Fang Ping was confident that he would kill this old man in the yellow robe.

One more moment of procrastination, one more variable, Fang Ping slaughtered forward, two fists danced with blazing thunder and lightning, golden flames and two substantial energy substances bombarded the body of the old man in the yellow robe, the old man in the yellow robe actually didn't dare to confront Fang Ping head-on, dodged, his robe was fragmented, and he scolded in his mouth, saying that Fang Ping was too deceitful, don't force him to die and break the net.

Fang Ping was too lazy to speak, his leg muscles were knotted, and the qi and blood of his whole body were also poured into his legs, and his speed increased sharply in front of the old man in yellow robe, and a punch burst out, blending golden flames, blazing thunder and lightning two energy substances, the body of the old man in yellow robe was pierced, and blood splashed several meters high.

The vitality of the innate realm was strong, and after this heavy blow, the old man in the yellow robe did not have a single life, and fled to the top of the mountain with a struggle.

Fang Ping chased after him, and his movements quickly broke the limbs of the yellow-robed old man.

"Little brute...... You don't have to die well......"

The yellow-robed old man roared weakly, his eyes looking towards the top of the mountain.

Fang Ping guessed that the old guy was looking forward to the demon on the top of the mountain appearing in time to rescue him.

After taking the two Dragon and Tiger Pills that he was carrying, Fang Ping grabbed the half-dead old man in yellow robe, rode on a heterogeneous BMW, and left the foot of the mountain.

(End of chapter)