In front of the eight-armed Moro statue, there were ten infant monks who bowed and worshipped, condensing the power of incense and wishing for it. Their faces were solemn, their actions were rigorous, and they kept prostrating and chanting words in their mouths, as if the ancient sacrifices were dancing and praying. Pray that the ancient demon gods will come out of the dusty years and bring them endless splendor and glory.

Luo Yuan stood coldly in the distance, he didn't know whether the eight-armed Moro statue could bring them glory and glory. But he knew that what he was going to bring was his anger and killing. He walked out slowly, disillusioned step by step, and suddenly crossed a distance of more than ten miles, and appeared in front of the eight-armed Moro statue.

"Hmm, which disciple are you that you dare not kneel when you see the statue of the gods?" a woman's voice full of anger came out, but she saw that it was a female cultivator among the ten Yuanying monks. This person is middle-aged, with an ordinary appearance, but his breath is strong, and there are wisps of demonic energy overflowing.

Luo Yuan looked at this person and weighed it in his heart, among the many Yuanying monks he had seen, she was comparable to Hao Chengzi. If it were in the past, it might take some effort to kill, but what kind of existence is Luo Yuan now, in the face of the question of the Yuanying monk, he only responded with a cold snort.

A cold snort came out, and the female cultivator was like being struck by lightning, and when she didn't react, her body shot backwards, and her mouth and nose were bleeding. I saw that her eyes were wide open, and her eyes were full of horror, but her hands were hidden behind her, wanting to change the law and inform the supreme of the sect.

"The seniors are merciful, dare to ask the seniors who are the supreme, and why are you here? The younger generations have eyes and do not know Mount Tai, and they collided with the seniors for a while, and asked the seniors to forgive their sins. The old man at the head was busy bowing and saluting, wanting to explore Luo Yuan's roots. At the same time, he also has a little unknown reason and grievances.

He asked himself that he had never seen Luo Yuan, and he had never seen Luo Yuan's portrait circulated among the supreme beings in the sea. In addition, he is in the Extreme Hades Palace, not to mention the prestige, even the God Supreme has several. Ordinary people come here not out of awe, even if the God Supreme comes here, they need to be treated with courtesy. An arrogant and domineering person like Luo Yuan is really rare.

"Kill your people!" Luo Yuan didn't want to say anything to them, and before the words fell, the sword sense had already roared out, and in an instant, the ten Yuanying monks turned into dead corpses, without the power to resist.

Luo Yuan stood with his hands in his hands, staring coldly at the eight-armed Moro statue, and then slapped his palm, wanting to smash the statue.

"Presumptuous!" a voice with infinite anger came out, resounding throughout the hall, echoing endlessly.

Luo Yuan didn't hear it, and his subordinates didn't pause, and slapped on the statue. The strength of Luo Yuan's physical body is so amazing, under this palm, cracks appeared in the entire mountain in the violent shaking, and there was even a large collapse. And this is still the result of dozens of formations guarding it.

If the protection of the formation is lost, the sky will fall, the mountains and rivers will fall, and all living beings will perish. The supreme's palm can make the earth bleed for thousands of miles, and hundreds of millions of corpses can be ambushed. There are ants under the supreme, this ancient saying that has been passed down since ancient times, and the truth that countless predecessors thought it was true, but it was not just talking.

However, such a blow could shatter the power of the mountain, but it could not destroy the statue that was only ten zhang in size. I saw that there was a flash of light around the eight-armed Moro statue, and after a few breaths, it turned into a gray gas flowing, which was very strange. Even the crack that was originally shocked by Luo Yuan at the center of his eyebrows gradually recovered and was not damaged at all.

Luo Yuan's brows furrowed, this eight-armed Moro seemed to be beyond his cognition, just one of its statues could have the ability to resist the supreme's blow. If the real eight-armed Moro came into the world, wouldn't it be easy to step on the eight domains? The mountains and rivers are vast, and which one of the sun, moon and stars can stop its pace?

Luo Yuan's eyes turned, no longer looking, and no longer thinking about the eight-armed Mora. To him, what happened to the eight-armed Moro was of no importance at the moment. He came here just to kill the Extreme Hades Palace, set foot on the Netherworld Palace, and then find out the Infinite Demon Lord and cut it with a thousand knives, so as to comfort the souls of the heroes and martyrs of the Liuyun Sect in the sky!

"Who are you, you are not so brave that you dare to come to my Extreme Hades Palace to kill. The Supreme Sen Sen of the Extreme Hades Palace spoke, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Luo Yuan squinted, looked at the old man with a withered face in front of him, and asked instead of answering: "Where is the Wuji Demon Lord at the moment? If you don't want to die, just tell it honestly, otherwise, the Yuan Shen will not be able to protect." ”

"A junior boy, who is six hundred years old, dares to commit murder in front of the old man. The old man didn't bother to speak, but his hand was quickly changing the spell. But when he saw that his voice fell, there was a head dozens of feet in size condensed, and his eyes were huge, but there were no pupils. The fangs in his mouth were cold, and his mouth was filled with infinite demonic energy, biting down towards Luo Yuan.

Luo Yuan was unmoved, just a simple punch out, which seemed to be extremely big.

"Hmph, arrogant, I don't know what to say!" Looking at Luo Yuan's actions, the old man was dissatisfied and at the same time had a little more contempt and disdain. In his mind, how could he be blasted away by the other party's punch, how could there be such a huge gap between the same gods. It's nothing more than Luo Yuan's youth and frivolity, and he is just self-righteous.

Then, the power of Luo Yuan's physical body was so majestic that after becoming a god, he could even pick up the stars and catch the moon. With a punch, the main hall was torn apart, and Namoro's head immediately exploded, and countless disciples of the Extreme Hades Palace burst apart in the shock, turning into a blood mist. Even the eight-armed Moro statue was a little dimmed by such fluctuations. The sky collapsed for a hundred miles, and the endless sea raged and washed, squeezing the Extreme Hades Palace.

"Erdare!" another angry shout, and then a long rainbow broke through the air. Before the person who came showed his figure, a spear pierced through the space and stabbed at Luo Yuan.

Luo Yuan's face still did not change, and the deity rushed towards the old man who was in shock and had not yet returned to his senses, and the indifferent distraction in the center of his eyebrows rushed out, and easily picked up the spear that pierced him.

The old supreme who had made the attack earlier watched Luo Yuan rushing over, his face sank, and he immediately sacrificed a mouthful of essence blood, exerting his powerful supernatural powers. As the magic trick was pinched out, demonic energy surged in all directions, and then injected into the supernatural power. The continent trembled, embarrassed and burdened, thousands of feet of rock and soil continued to crumble, and the Yuanying monk trembled in the distance. For them, the battle between the gods is like a fairy war, the divine power is invincible, and the difference between the shots is the supreme mystery.

Luo Yuan didn't want to delay any longer, and pointed out to the old man: "Annihilation!" In an instant, the endless sea surged wildly, and all the droplets of water in a radius of thousands of miles were condensed, which actually made a vacuum zone for thousands of miles appear in this boundless sea. It was like nothingness, and any breath was contained by it, turning into a giant blue finger.