Glare!!! Sting!!!

Even if Chen Zhuogong reached such a state, his eyes hurt for a while, and he almost burst into tears.

He narrowed his eyes, his eyes were shrouded in a layer of chaotic brilliance, quietly watching all this, but the corners of his mouth were grinning a little, and at the same time, his ten fingers were open, probing into the void, only to see several missiles in the sea water froze for an instant, and with Chen Zhuo's wave, the missiles immediately returned the same way.

And the white light in front of Chen Zhuo's eyes is exuding unimaginable brilliance, which is even more dazzling than Wang Chongyang's "Jiuyang Divine Skill", and the killing power brought is also unprecedented.

There was a loud roar, and the bell shadow outside the body appeared, and Lian Bin also let out a long roar, and the sword qi in his body soared to the sky.

But all this, all the sounds, all the scenes, everything in heaven and earth, seemed to be drowned out in this light.

Keeps shrinking, then expanding.

With a loud bang that shook the sky, a mushroom cloud rose and bloomed on the surface of the sea.

The clouds in the sky were scattered and cleared.

The originally swirling sea water on the sea surface is now flowing backwards in unison, going upside down to the sky, like a waterfall hanging upside down, turning into a terrifying spectacle.

The entire sea surface seemed to collapse into a huge crater in an instant, setting off a monstrous tsunami.

It was only at this time that the aftermath of the explosion swept in, and Chen Zhuo instantly turned into a flat boat in the raging waves.

He stood in the void with his feet, let the sea water under his feet disappear out of thin air, evaporated, his eyes slowly closed, his arms opened, as if embracing the heavens and the earth, and laughed wildly: "Come on! ”

In the next second, the terrifying high temperature burned every inch of Chen Zhuo's flesh, and the aftermath hit his chest.

Different from the extremely pure high temperature of "Jiuyang Divine Skill", Chen Zhuo could clearly feel that a strange force was destroying his body, tendons, blood vessels, veins, and even more subtle everything, all of which were being injured.

He was in the center of gravity of the explosion, and the yin and yang outside his body were circulating, and he did not retreat at all.

Not only did he not retreat, Chen Zhuo also took a step forward, clenched his fist, thunder appeared between his fingers, laughed wildly to meet the blast wave of the explosion in front of him, raised his arm, swung his fist, and smashed it.

"Boom!"

The wind and thunder were violently shaken, and the backward sea water was instantly shattered by the terrifying fist intent that had been tempered for thousands of years.

The original mighty shock wave was torn open by a huge gap.

In the sky, a helicopter staggered from a distance to watch all this, as the camera zoomed in, Chen Zhuo's figure was already flying fast and clear, seeing this scene, all the people watching the broadcast were completely silent.

And Chen Zhuo's punch was not without a price, his long hair turned into ashes in that terrible aftermath, his clothes were melting, and his skin and flesh were gradually melting.

The severity of the injuries was unprecedented.

Looking at it now, he looks like a Yaksha ghost, and there is still a piece of intact land on his body.

It's just that with such a tragic injury, Chen Zhuo's eyes have never changed in any way, at best, he is just a little more curious.

He looked at his right hand slowly, one glance was still a blur of flesh, but the next glance it was already beginning to scab over, and then the blood scab peeled off, revealing a new tender flesh.

Everything is changing very quickly.

Thunder generates all the power, it is the power of destruction, it can also be the power of life.

At this time, the black stubble began to reappear on the top of Chen Zhuo's bare head, and the roots swelled and lengthened, and after a few breaths, the black hair was like a waterfall, and there was no injury on his body, and his body was repeated.

After doing all this, he suddenly saw a light like water outside his body, turned into a green robe, sank with his body, and fell into the sea.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that pieces of submarine fragments surfaced in the sea, and Chen Zhuo reappeared.

Looking at it now, there is still a shadow of the once prosperous Tokyo, only the rolling torrents and turbid waves, the boundless sea, drowning all life, as if it has been erased by life, only those things that float on the surface of the water tell that this was once a city.

"Ahem!"

Chen Zhuo coughed lightly, his eyes swept around, and he didn't see the slightest shadow of Lian Bin and Kongme.

He looked at the dim sky in the distance again, and the indescribable sense of oppression made people feel a palpitation.

However, just as Chen Zhuo was about to retreat and leave, in the sea water below him, a figure exuding a monstrous evil aura jumped out of the water like an arrow, and raising his hand with a palm was an extraordinary move.

"Buddha moves mountains and rivers!"

Under the light of the Buddha, even Chen Zhuo had to temporarily avoid the edge, he retreated more than ten zhang in a row, and then frowned at this strange existence that suddenly appeared.

This person's red hair is flying, his whole body is also blurred with flesh and blood, the Rakshasa mask on his face is mutilated, revealing half of his eerie face, his skin and flesh are melting, revealing his white bones, and the other half of the Rakshasa mask that is almost fused with flesh and blood, it looks like a human and a ghost, not a human and not a ghost, like an evil thing, and it is extremely weird.

But looking at the other party's half of the mask, Chen Zhuo still recognized the other party.

"Fire Cloud Evil God?" He asked.

This man is actually the evil god of the fire clouds.

"Chen Zhuo!"

With a faint voice, Chen Zhuo's expression changed when he heard it, just because these two words actually changed several tones from beginning to end.

Sure enough, it was the Fire Cloud Evil God.

"No, that's not right!" Chen Zhuo's eyebrows furrowed, then stretched out again, looked at the other party carefully and seriously, and smiled, "You really want to get rid of me quickly, so what should I call you?" Is it Ayalay? Or is it the way of heaven? Or the Fire Cloud Evil God? ”

The Fire Cloud Evil God also stood in the air, his whole body seemed to have made great progress, and the black light around him flowed, like a black hole, devouring the light in all directions.

"It doesn't make a difference, the Invincible East is me, the True Dragon of the East is me, Wang Chongyang is me, and the Dark Dharma is also me, and now the Fire Cloud Evil God is one with me, he is me, I am him." The Huoyun Evil God's tone was slow, without sorrow or joy, but there was a terrifying killing intent, "What is the name, it's just for you mortals, I'm everywhere." ”

"Mortal?" Chen Zhuo sneered in a low voice, his face was extremely sneering, "Throughout the ages, there will be immortals, which one is not a mortal to do, what is the difference between me and me, it turns out that I have such a thought." ”

This consciousness is mixed with the thoughts of the common people, and if this is the case, then it should be selfless, but the other party actually has the idea of belittling all sentient beings; This can no longer be regarded as some kind of Aya Lai consciousness or Heavenly Dao flow, but an evil thought that has been gathered by the spiritual consciousness of countless people.

Chen Zhuo did not have to kill the other party, he walked from road to road, and the opponents he encountered were also different, if he could sit and talk with each other, he would not be able to reach the current point, but the other party did not hesitate to encourage the people here to be enemies with him, and the murderous intention was already out of expectation.

The Fire Cloud Evil God said word by word: "I also want to be detached. ”

After listening to it, Chen Zhuo didn't say much, this sentence is worth a thousand words.

In his eyes, this thing is nothing, but an existence that wants to go further, and now it is difficult to escape the battle with the help of the Fire Cloud Evil God to transform into a human body.

Under Chen Zhuo's gaze, the "Yi Jin Sutra" in the body of the Huoyun Evil God was running wildly, and the war patterns on his face were also constantly changing, directly transforming from third-order war paints to first-order war paints.

"I can't cultivate, I can only gather the thoughts of the common people to grow little by little, it's been too long, I've been working hard for countless days and nights, and you, can let me get rid of all this."

As he spoke, the Fire Cloud Evil God disappeared even the first-order battle streaks, and the pupils of his eyes suddenly turned dead and black.

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath.

"It's ...... Infernal Realm? ”

(End of chapter)