Faced with the predicament, Zhou Shu's expression was calm, his face did not change, but the yuan baby on the top of his head changed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the body of the Yuan Baby, the red light continued to rise, blazing like fire, burning, the Yuan Infant in the middle was extremely angry, his face was red, his eyebrows were opened, and the corners of his eyes were split into several gaps, which extended to the ears, among which there was a hidden flame that burst out, and the entire Yuan Infant was burned.

Seeing this scene, all the female cultivators were shocked.

"Yuan Ying caught fire, and his heart was out of control, which is the appearance of going mad. ”

"How so?"

"It's too angry, but unfortunately, I feel like we're at fault. ”

Fairy Ziying's face was stagnant, and the shock in her heart was hard to describe.

"This ...... Not only did he cultivate the Immovable Ming King Body, but he even comprehended the wrath of the Ming King? But this is not at all possible from the Yuan Infant Realm, what's going on?"

In the end, it is a person who knows the goods, she sees it right, Zhou Shu is not unable to control the fire in his heart and goes crazy, but has cultivated the Fudo Ming King Fist to the extreme, and has evolved the wrath of the Ming King, which was urged by himself.

In the secret realm, Zhou Shu spent one-third of his time on the immovable Ming King Fist, and this was the moment of effect.

The king of the Ming did not move, shocked the Quartet, the king of the Ming was furious, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the evil demons of the outer ways were swept away, and they were invincible.

He didn't want to use it.

The form of the Yuan Infant changed greatly, just like the immovable Ming Wangzun, the whole body burst out with fire, and roared loudly, "The stubborn, the obsessive, the obsessive, the obscure, wake up!"

The sound was like thunder, deafening, and all the female cultivators were shocked, their hearts were alarmed, and their faces suddenly showed a miserable white color, and they couldn't adapt.

Even Yuan Heyin and Yu Xuexi were not spared, as if they were hit by a heavy hammer, the central god was in a trance for a while.

Zhou Shu strode forward with Yuan Ying, the blazing flames carried a momentum of no return, the lotus silk net could not resist, and they burned up one after another, and soon dissipated without a trace, even if they were changed by the power of compassion.

The wrath of the Ming King is the ultimate of the Immovable Ming King Fist, and like the domain, it uses the power of the origin, but it is not the origin of heaven and earth, but the origin of the monk himself, that is, the enlightened Dao.

The power of the Dao, according to the number of monks who have attained the Dao, the strength is also different, Zhou Shu has not been enlightened for a long time, or he is immature, but his Dao is unique and self-contained, the first has incomparable growth, and the second no one can know what his Dao comes from and what qualities it has, these two points are very different from the mature power of compassion, his sudden outburst, even the power of Yuan Heyin's compassion can not compete, and he retreats step by step.

If, like other meditation practices, the Wrath of the Ming King uses the well-known power of Zen or the power of will, which is similar to the power of compassion, it may not be so easy to distinguish the winner from the loser.

The battle of high-ranking monks will eventually become a battle of the Dao.

Zhou Shu broke free from the restraints, glared angrily, and smashed the Ming King Fist with flames directly towards Yuxuexi.

Yu Xuexi was the closest to Zhou Shu, and he had suffered the most shock before, and he had not been eliminated yet, and his mind was unsettled, and he subconsciously blocked Xue Xin in front of him, wanting to block this blow, but in his current state, it was almost impossible to block Zhou Shu's explosive momentum.

Fortunately, Yuan Heyin saw that something was wrong, and the green lotus under his feet opened one after another, and countless lotus petals flew up, converging into a long river of blue color for a day, gathering in front of Yuxue Creek.

The fire fist was dull and silent, but it was very difficult, Qinglian fell like rain, withered yellow, scorched black, and the fire fist passed through the Qinglian River and smashed Yuxuexi.

The magic weapon could not be stopped, only to see the silk white line falling, the snow heart dusting, and dozens of silks fell one after another. And Yu Xuexi let out a coquettish cry, and her figure flew out hundreds of feet, embedded in the ice, like an ice statue.

The power of a punch is so great.

Zhou Shu stopped, the fire on his body was unabated, and his power was still there.

Only he knew that this outburst was more than all the previous consumption combined, and he was also quite tired.

The female cultivators looked shocked, they didn't know what to say at all, they looked at Zhou Shu, and then at Yuxuexi and Yuan Heyin, they were silent, and they were bleak.

The two of them joined forces, and Yu Xuexi was still knocked down by Zhou Shu, and what he couldn't even think about was really happening in front of him, what else can he say.

Yuan Heyin's face turned pale, calmed down for a while, and said slowly, "Zhou Shu, you win, we can't stop you from taking Yangmei, and no one in Cihangzong will stop you, it's just ......"

"Wait!"

Yu Xuexi struggled a few times and flew out of the ice, with blood foaming at the corners of her mouth, and the snow heart in her hand was also broken.

She glared at Zhou Shu angrily and shouted, "I don't believe it, I don't believe you are so strong, you can't hold on for long!

In the end, it is a primitive, arrogant, and too high-spirited, and some can't withstand such a blow.

As soon as these words came out, Yuan Heyin shook his head slightly, and the many female cultivators around him were also surprised, and a few of them quietly showed a trace of disdain.

As a cultivator of the Tribulation Realm, it is already very unbearable to join forces to deal with the Yuanying Realm, and now that the victory and defeat have been divided, they still have to be entangled and stalked, which is really unworthy of the demeanor of the great monks, even they will not do it.

Zhou Shu's expression was condensed, and he said slowly, "Come if you want to come, what do I have?"

The tall Yuan Ying stood with the trend, his fists raised high, and together, not moving the Ming King, in order to raise the fire to the sky, the sky immediately burned, golden light, red glow, constantly generated, majestic, people are all surprised.

Seeing such a scene, Yu Xuexi's face froze, and all the fear and worry came up, her body trembled slightly, and she stopped in place, unable to take a single step.

Her face turned pale, and she said dejectedly, "I lose, whatever you want." ”

Yuan Lotus nodded lightly, and the female cultivator on the side also nodded, with some happiness in her heart and some inexplicable joy.

Zhou Shu arched his hand at the two of them, and said indifferently, "I agreed." ”

Both of them said so, presumably they would not regret it, and the other Tribulation Realms would not take action again, after all, it was not a matter of life and death for the sect.

Every Tribulation Realm monk is in power in the sect, and others will not object to the decisions made, as long as one Tribulation Realm is loosened, Zhou Shu's goal will be achieved, and now it is two, and the stone in his heart has also been put down, intending to take back Yuanying.

Yuan Heyin said slowly, "We won't stop you from taking Yangmei, it's just Yangmei ......"

Before the words were finished, a change suddenly occurred.

Only a soft sound was heard, and a hole suddenly cracked on the top of Zhou Shu's Yuanying head, like a volcanic eruption, and golden-red flames suddenly erupted, flying hundreds of zhang high.

Everyone was stunned, and what made them even more stunned was that the fire was raging, and the face and body of the Yuan Infant in the flames gradually blurred, as if it was gradually melting......

"Burning in the heart?"

"It's time to go crazy, right?"

"It seems that it really is, his cultivation is not enough to grasp the wrath of King Ming, he has exceeded the limit, this is over, he can't suppress the angry Yuan Baby, and he will be completely incinerated......"

Fairy Ziying muttered in a low voice, showing a lot of fear.