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Wang Gan's harvest this time was very large, and under the fierce battle, his cultivation broke through to the second turn of the Great Perfection, that is, the realm of the Innate Great Perfection, and he could break through to the foundation building period at any time.

The Halberd of the Gods has swallowed a large amount of evil qi and essence, and has also grown to the level of a high-grade spiritual weapon, and his halberd is a murderer, much more powerful than ordinary magic weapons.

The halberds of the gods of the top-grade spiritual weapons are definitely comparable to most of the top-grade spiritual weapons.

This time, he killed the rioting netherworld creatures alone, in order to let the disciples of Qingyunmen retreat safely, and now Zhou Qing and his party are afraid that they have already successfully evacuated, and his task can be regarded as complete.

There are too many nether creatures, and Wang Gan's killing speed is fast enough, but there are still endless enemies to kill.

At this time, the second layer of the underworld has also undergone tremendous changes.

The void trembled, and the vast Netherworld Demon Qi emerged from the depths of the earth, as if it was going to turn this land into a demonic land in a very short period of time.

In the depths of the distant underworld, the void seems to be constantly shattering, and the dark magic light shines for thousands of miles, and it can be vaguely seen, and the brilliance of many magical spells flashes in it, and the divine light collides, like a thunderbolt crashing into the sky.

Roar!

A desolate roar kept ringing in Wang Gan's ears, and he saw that on this underworld, all castles and villages were boiling, and the bustling netherworld creatures were swarming in groups, trampling the earth frantically, and their direction seemed to rush to the depths of the underworld, the place where the magic light was the strongest.

"What the hell is going on? Is there really a terrible nether creature rushing up from the ground?"

Wang Qian's heart was heavy, he found that in those supernatural beams and mana frenzy, his strength was really a little weak, and the happy mood of wantonly killing the netherworld creatures just now was gone.

Buzzing!

A tall, scaly-armored nether creature roared and slew at it.

This is a Yaksha leader, equivalent to the late stage of foundation building in the cultivation, powerful, physically strong, fast, seemingly humanoid creatures, fighting, like a fierce beast, very ferocious.

Sting!

A sharp claw tore through the air and covered Wang Gan with his head covered his face.

Moreover, this netherworld creature has a huge vitality, rich qi and blood, and strength, forming a wonderful force field around his body, one move and one style, infinite power.

Wang Qian had just broken through, and he needed a big battle, and when he saw this creature, so fierce, his heart was excited, and he roared angrily and killed it.

This is the leader of the Yaksha, who has reached the realm of the late stage of foundation building, and in the second layer of the underworld, he can be the master of a castle, and manage many Yakshas, Blood Yakshas, and a large number of Netherworld creatures.

This level of netherworld creatures is not simple, in terms of wisdom alone, there is no difference between them and humans, and their minds are much more cruel and ruthless than most humans.

This move reflects the strength of this Yaksha leader.

He played a kind of wonderful martial arts supernatural power, fists and kicks, the speed is weird, fast and slow, completely irregular, and his spiritual power is also completely integrated into the martial arts, a dark and dark, demonic temperament, emanating from him, giving people a rather weird feeling.

Wang Gan's eyes lit up, and with his soul realm, he could see at once that this black yaksha was powerful!

"Good martial arts, good supernatural powers, so weird, good power!"

He shouted out four good words in one breath, which shows that this Yaksha Leader is definitely not in vain.

With a sudden, Wang Gan put away the halberd of the gods, he wanted to fight with this yaksha leader with his bare hands, this is a kind of self-confidence, and it is also a tempering for himself, only in a fair contest can he fully realize the potential of a cultivator.

The invincibility of the body is not really invincible, but the invincibility of the soul is the true invincibility.

Since the first day of his practice, Wang Gan has been comprehending and deepening this sentence, and it has a very powerful role in promoting his cultivation.

As soon as this yaksha made a move, all the surrounding netherworld creatures retreated, as if they were courtiers looking at the king, very respectful, and people had to admire, this netherworld, although the civilization is not high, but the level is very strict, compared to the human world, it is much simpler.

Strength is status, as long as there is invincible strength, there is a status to dominate the world.

The Yaksha commander flew with his fists and feet, rushing up like a ghost, and at the same time, a cold consciousness directly penetrated into Wang Gan's sea of consciousness.

"Human, your strength is great, and your vitality is very strong, and your flesh and blood contain pure energy, I must defeat you, and then eat you, so that my strength will increase again!"

The meaning conveyed by this Yaksha is very clear and coherent, and Wang Gan understands that the wisdom of this Yaksha is not trivial, and it cannot be taken lightly.

"Nether Ghost Hand!"

A spiritual storm stirred up in the void, the air snorted, ripples and ripples, this Yaksha fists and feet like a dragon snake, his legs, running, suddenly became two phantoms, the naked eye can not see clearly, the speed is very fast, his whole person is like a ghost, floating on the ground, around Wang Gan, attacks from all directions.

His means of attack are mainly two hands, as sharp as King Kong's nails, up to three inches, sometimes the sword is in the air, sometimes the claw shadow is flying, the void is disillusioned, and the killing machine is hidden.

"Netherworld god and ghost hand, it is really attacking, like the wind of the nine shadows, and the gods and ghosts are gone, but this method, in my eyes, what is the secret?"

Wang Gan's eyes flashed, and a lot of martial arts supernatural images appeared in his pupils, and in an instant, he had a certain understanding of this ghost hand of the Netherworld.

Bitter Sea Seal, Sink!

Wang Gan's hand outlined the arc of mystery, the gurgling cyan divine power flowed, a sinking, lingering artistic conception was vast, making people drowsy, and all the killing intent and fighting spirit were constantly wearing.

With the comprehension of the way of the bitter sea, Wang Gan from the ordinary way of water, and gradually embarked on the road of comprehending the way of the bitter sea, the bitter sea, is a legendary thing, no one knows where, but many practice classics are recorded, this is a mysterious existence zài, throughout the ages, the bitter sea does not know how many heroes have sunk, immortals and demons.

Wang Qian now has a trace of comprehension of this mysterious way of the bitter sea, and with a print, the divine power will circulate, and the ten thousand worlds will sink!

At this moment, the Netherworld Martial Dao Divine Power, which was originally like a god and a ghost, immediately appeared in the void, and the speed began to slow down, and even the spiritual will of this Yaksha began to be in a trance, and there was no firm fighting spirit at the beginning, which was very terrifying.

"Roar! What kind of supernatural power are you? Can you influence my will? My Yaksha clan is the darling of the Netherworld, and no one can influence my will!"

This yaksha reacted immediately, and in the midst of a loud roar, he came to his senses, his soul fluctuated violently, and a strong stream of essence rose above his head, vaguely showing the appearance of an endless river.

"Styx view idea!Three thousand weak waters, ten thousand goose feathers, surrender your will, and rush out of the underworld!"

This is a kind of contemplation idea, it is a cultivation method related to the soul, and the idea is profound, even Wang Qian was a little surprised, and he exclaimed in his heart, this netherworld creature is really not simple, and it has such a powerful contemplation idea.

Airplanes!

The void trembled, and Wang Gan's artistic conception of sinking and the artistic conception of the Styx visualized by this yaksha collided with each other, and there was a tendency to disappear.

"Hmph, you beast still has two more moments, but at this point, the sea of bitterness is immeasurable, excessive, excessive!"

Wang Qian snorted coldly, his soul bloomed with brilliance, and the comprehension of the way of the bitter sea suddenly came to his heart, and he punched it out with one palm, and the vast divine power was like the heavenly river hanging upside down, and the void was shattered, and it contained the rhyme of transcendence and crossing.

No matter how big the River Styx is, it will be crossed, no matter how strong the Yaksha is, it will also be surpassed by Wang Qian, and the comprehension of the two "Daos" will naturally restrain each other, and the consequences will be reflected at once.

After breaking through to the Innate Great Perfection realm, Wang Gan was unscrupulous for the first time, and he burst out his strength without reservation.

Buzzing!

The bones trembled, the muscles and flesh exploded, the divine power emerged, the strength of the body, the power of the bones, the power of the bitter sea, the power of the soul, this attack, the qiē power on Wang Gan's body, condensed together for the first time, all the "power" in the body condensed into a strand, and the thought of consummation emerged.

This blow is indescribable, the void shows a huge palm, the ancient blue light blooms, every palm print is clearly visible, with the void, this palm, falling from the sky, like the Daozun opening the sky, like the Buddha suppressing the evil demons.

Immeasurable power, excessive thoughts, surging attacks, this yaksha screamed, as if he had seen an incredible scene.

A large hand fell from the sky and pressed directly on his head, smashing it to pieces the next moment, and the last scream came to an abrupt end.

Ferocious, domineering, wishful, consummating.

Wang Qian finally showed the power of the second turn of his nine-turn refining technique.