"Royal!"

The six arts of Confucianism and Taoism, the royal can be divided into two interpretations, one is the royal majesty, the interpretation and control, and the supernatural beasts can be controlled. One retreats, interprets resistance, and can protect all demons.

This gentleman is not to blame now, and it is the defense and protection of the royal road!

Rumble!

Based on the ancient bamboo scroll of the Confucian and Taoist battle body, it condenses the mighty righteousness between heaven and earth, and turns it into a defensive force to resist the invasion of the eight directions. This method is the strongest defensive technique of Jun Wuyi, and it is extremely powerful. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't dare to resist.

But it turns out that in the face of absolute strength, any means are futile.

And Jun Wuyi obviously underestimated the power of the 400,000-zhang earth battle body of the alien race.

With a punch down, a monstrous force erupted, stretching like a tidal wave, and it was like a river bursting its embankment and swept down, carrying supreme power and suddenly erupting.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

The 330,000 zhang Confucian Dao battle body collapsed directly under the blow of this destructive force, turning into a flood of spiritual power and disappearing, Jun Wuyi's figure was like being hit by thousands of brute bulls at the same time, flying upside down, and the flesh was forcibly torn apart by the strong force, and the wounds were densely covered with it, and the blood was rolling out.

His face was pale, his hair was scattered, his white shirt was completely ruined, and Jun Wuyi, who had just been glamorous for a moment, was now transformed into the appearance of a lost dog again under the crying punch, his breath was vain, and he was obviously seriously injured and had no strength to fight again.

The power of a punch is so strong that it is terrifying!

"Hahahaha! The Terran King is not to blame, but like this, he can't even block my punch, and he can still be called the peak powerhouse of the race, it's really ridiculous!

"The so-called Terrans, but that's it!

Crying and laughing, the 400,000 zhang earth battle body stood up to the sky and the earth, with unparalleled power, and the majestic coercion was like a tidal wave in the surrounding space

But at this moment, from within the broken space, there was a faint voice coming from it, a little hoarse and low, but extremely penetrating, clearly reaching the ears of every monk here.

"The human race can be ranked among the strongest races in the spirit world, and there is no need to say much about the strength, how can you just talk about it as a monk of an alien race. ”

"Today, I bluntly said that my human race is nothing more than that, so I will ask for advice from below, what clever means do Taoist friends have to speak so wildly. ”

Before the sound fell, a monk's figure slowly emerged from the gap between the spatial cracks, in the turbulence of the silver-white space.

Dressed in a black robe, thin and straight, his steps were steady, and he walked slowly.

Xiao Chen arrived.

In the background of the collapse of the space and the wreaking power of the space, a monk appeared here and stepped forward, and the visual impact caused by it was undoubtedly extremely strong, instantly attracting the attention of countless monks, and there was a faint sense of shock.

"Terran black-robed guest!"

Among the monks below, I don't know who let out a shout, but it directly pointed out the identity of the person who came.

"Yes, this person's image is exactly the same as in the picture and jade slip, and it is the black robe of the human race!"

"I thought that this person had already absconded, but I didn't want to dare to show up here, are you really not afraid of death? ”

"The strength of the Terran King has skyrocketed, and now he is still not the enemy of a punch, no matter how strong this person is, he can still be an opponent of the Terran, and appearing at this moment is tantamount to seeking his own death. ”

"Hehe, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no way to break in in hell, it seems that today's human powerhouses are going to be all lost here. ”

"What do you have to do with me, just sit on the wall and watch, and see what the end result is. ”

The powerhouses of the alien race spoke in low voices, but their eyes looked at the black-robed guest, and the awe they had born before had now dissipated into pity and ridicule.

Xiao Chen's face was calm, and he did not affect his mood at all because of the changes in the surrounding monks in the outside world, his eyes flashed slightly at this moment, and he slowly stretched out his hand, and a black shadow flew out of the spatial turbulence, fell into his hand, and was held by him.

At first, no one cared, but when everyone saw the black shadow clearly, their faces couldn't help but change slightly, and they didn't understand what this place meant at the moment.

A corpse, tall in physique, presumably a man.

Xiao Chen will be late today and rush to the Langcang Twelve Streams region, it is precisely because of this person, a powerful, weird and clever assassin.

Shadow Slayer.

This is the true information obtained through the final soul search of the hand-to-hand blow, and the powerful assassin who died in his hands was none other than the Shadow Slayer Monk. The person who came was quite tricky, and his cultivation was much stronger than the karma he had fought before. Even with Xiao Chen's current cultivation, it would take a lot of effort to kill him.

In the 10 years of the Left Eyebrow Dojo, he has never wasted half a bit of time refining the Mixed Yuan Spirit Bead in the small shop, and a large number of seventh-grade and above pills have been refined and swallowed, which is enough for his cultivation to increase rapidly. Now that he has not yet been promoted to the Three Realms of Heaven and Man, he has no requirements for his own understanding, as long as he has enough cultivation resources, he can continue to improve his strength. As for the three realms of heaven and man and above, it requires the monk's own continuous comprehension in order to be successfully promoted.

Xiao Chen's human race body and ancient demon clone have been cultivating frantically in the Left Eyebrow Dojo for 10 years, and their cultivation has been completely consolidated at the early stage of the Tribulation, but the power of the physical body has increased a lot, and most of the energy obtained from swallowing the pill has been absorbed by it. Now that it has broken out with all its strength, the three are superimposed, and all the means are used, and the combat power is still much stronger than when it was when it faced the lone shot, which is enough to match the peak powerhouse of the two realms of heaven and man.

If he used this cultivation to face the cry, he would definitely die, but he had a small shop in his hand, and the small shop had refined a mixed yuan spirit bead that had not yet been fully formed, so everything was possible.

The black-robed guest of the human race was late, but when he appeared, he carried a corpse in his hand, such a strange thing naturally attracted the attention of countless monks.

The ancient demon Guzhu frowned slightly, and a little surprise flashed in his eyes, and the person who came was wearing a black robe that blocked his appearance and couldn't see it clearly, but for some reason, under the breath induction, it made him feel a little familiar in his heart.

This person seems to have been seen somewhere before.

The demon clan's Qingteng jumped in his heart, and his eyes fell on the black-robed guest, and there was a faint sense of jealousy in his heart, and within this jealousy, there was even a little rare fear.

Frightened?

With his identity cultivation, when did such a thought appear in his heart, unless, Thinking of the amazing sword that fell from the sky that day, Qingteng suddenly raised his head, his pupils contracted violently, and his face was cloudy and uncertain.

Where the human race is, Su Su looked at the black-robed guest who was ruthless in the rumored center, wiped out countless alien races, and created heinous murders, but his heart did not have a sense of disgust as he imagined, but a faint sense of familiarity lingered in his heart.

This figure is so familiar.

、、、

Some people are puzzled by the identity of the black-robed guest, but more monks are curious about the identity of the corpse in his hand.

What is the purpose of this?

But they didn't have to spend too much time guessing, but the change in the situation proved everything to them.

On the twelfth peak, the Shadow Killing Clan Karma looked at the corpse in Xiao Chen's hand, his body trembled uncontrollably, his face gradually turned pale, but his eyes changed from cold and ruthless to gloomy, and there was even more disbelief.

Just because of the corpse in Xiao Chen's hand, he knew it.

The Shadow Killing Clan Karma Demon, the elder brother of the Karma Clan, a clan genius with much higher qualifications than him, rushed here from another place of trial to help him kill the Terran Xiao Chen.

But at this moment, he died, at the hands of the Terran black-robed guest.