"King Kong is not bad, I will fight you until your god form is destroyed!"

Seeing that he had lost the upper hand, the Buddha's Dharma body retreated sharply, Chen Yi pursued by victory, his black hair was flying, his white clothes were moving, he was extremely noble, and the ancient mark of his eyebrows burst into the sky.

Another punch was smashed.

In an instant.

Behind him appeared three phantoms, one with a solemn treasure, one with a murderous aura, and one with a mighty immortal, like three ancient gods, to suppress the enemy.

"Boom!"

This blow.

A wisp of fist wind that inadvertently overflowed rushed towards the mountain range in the distance, and actually smashed a 10,000-foot high green mountain on the spot, causing countless tricks.

I saw the blood and rain pouring down, the sky and the earth cracked, only listening to the gods and ghosts crying, lightning and thunder, this is an earth-shattering punch, even beyond the limit of the world's cognition.

It's almost detached.

Battlefield side.

Everyone felt creepy, how could this person be so strong? He has only just been promoted to the god of transformation not long ago, and he is pressing the law body of an old god of transformation?

Of course.

The Buddha's Dharma Body did not sit still, he shouted, and suddenly his robe flew up, and the purple gold bowl in his hand suddenly rose to the sky, and the person who shone in the light couldn't open his eyes.

The moment of the confrontation.

Tens of thousands of void cracks were directly torn apart around the two of them, and the spatial turbulence rushed in all directions, destroying this battlefield everywhere they passed.

The golden light and the Buddha mangs crisscrossed and crisscrossed, and over and over again exploded a sonic boom that could be called a cloud-piercing stone, blood and water filled the sky, and everything wailed, looking extremely terrifying.

Even.

Not only near the battlefield, but also thousands of miles away, there were also many creatures who thought they had hidden far enough to be impacted, spitting out blood and flying out.

Even some people who didn't cultivate at home, their bodies were shattered in an instant, and they practiced hard for a lifetime, but they were like this, but fortunately, they broke their arms to survive and barely picked up a life.

By this time.

Even the old monster sitting in the capital of Xu, as well as the oldest ancestor of the Heavenly God Clan and the Demon Clan, these giants who have seen strong winds and waves, can't help but change color.

"It's time to finish!"

Third punch.

The more Chen Yi fights, the more energetic he becomes, the momentum of his fist is like a rainbow, and the strength of his fist is more than 30,000 miles, and a real phoenix spreads its wings from behind him, soaring upward, swallowing mountains and rivers.

One punch out.

The sky was turned upside down, the entire sky dome was burning with black flames, and nothing could be seen, only the true phoenix that covered the sky and the sun roared for nine days, swooping in.

"Arrogance!"

The Buddha's Dharma Body was unwilling, shouted, tried his best, and also used the origin to return with a punch, and a golden-winged roc roared in the sky, facing the real phoenix-for-tat.

True Phoenix vs. Kunpeng!

Moment.

The sun and moon are dark, the heavens and the earth are colorless, the wind is raging, the blood-colored lightning is intertwined, and the endless thunder is blooming and roaring, as if even the majestic sky is shaken.

The out-of-phase is endless.

A Kunpeng went out to sea, and the real phoenix above the nine heavens started to fight, the scene was extremely tragic, Peng Yu broke its wings, crumbling, the real phoenix roared, and the phoenix blood was all over the sky.

Suddenly!

Chen Yi changed his gestures, pinched the magic technique, and an inch of imperceptible energy shot out, through the blood mist, cutting through the void, and approaching the Buddha's Dharma body.

"The Power of the Primordial!"

And the latter was already losing and retreating, and he had already retreated, and when he saw this, his pupils shrank, and he suddenly felt cold hands and feet.

Once the Dharma Body is beheaded, it will have a great impact on the ontology, not to mention that the Ganges River will be planned in the near future, and there will be no change.

Immediately, he didn't care so much, and shouted in the direction of the Buddha's palm and the practitioner:

"Help me!"