The old man's eyes drooped slightly, and the avatar disintegrated, unleashing all the remaining strength.

The fragments of the dry bone diagram appeared, disintegrated again, and then countless bones disintegrated, and each skeleton disintegrated, a force condensed, enveloping Luo Xiaotian and the big bald head who had passed out.

This is the old man destroying his own treasure, turning it into strength to protect Luo Xiaotian and the big bald head from here.

Luo Xiaotian seems to have reached the most critical juncture, and he is not aware of the outside world, and the big bald head has completely passed out. In this way, the two of them were protected by the power that condensed one after another, and flew out of the world.

At the same time, in the places where several other Dao Bridges in the Dead Realm collapsed, each had different forces to protect the people who had been guarding this place away, the difference was that they were all awake, only Luo Xiaotian and the big bald head were unconscious.

At this moment, the Death Realm is already on the verge of complete collapse, and it is only relying on the power of the original magic formation that was displayed after the collapse of the Dao Bridge to suppress here, if the space is torn apart at will in such a place, it is very likely to attract the attention of the extraterritorial heavenly demons who are transforming, and only by flying directly away from this world is the safest.

Outside the world, the old drunkard had no drunkenness on his face, he fought with the white bone beast with his bare hands, and every time he punched out, he carried countless Dao rules, discharging the void turbulence and falling on the body of the white bone giant beast, which could blast out cracks on the white bones.

At this moment, the white bone beast is still crazy, but its limbs are already broken, most of the white bones have been destroyed, and most of the remaining white bones are densely covered with cracks, as if they will be broken at any time.

The most terrible opponent is a madman, and the easiest opponent to deal with is also a madman. An opponent without a sane opponent can be easily dealt with if he is careful, but if he is not careful, there will be terrible consequences, especially when dealing with this white bone beast.

The old drunkard is most worried about the purple-clothed boy a few worlds away, even if it is just an incarnation, but once he intervenes, he will not be able to deal with two such difficult opponents.

But this purple-clothed boy has always been standing by and watching, which makes the old drunkard even more uneasy, and he doesn't seem to care that he breaks through the white bone giant beast and goes to the death realm to rescue.

Then, the boy in purple suddenly moved.

His body split in the middle, and endless light radiated from his body, each light of different colors, and the light here seemed to encompass all the colors of the world.

Those lights of different colors spread out, and they wanted to isolate a huge world!

"Break it!"

The old drunkard walked around behind the white bone giant beast and slammed his fist on the backbone, directly shattering a piece of the backbone, and said loudly at the same time.

As a result, the Yellow Soul Gourd opened on its own, and a drop of wine floated out, turning into a river of wine that covered the sky, in which countless soul phantoms rose and fell in the river of wine.

The river of wine will break through the light that separates the world and open a gap.

But at this moment, the old drunkard's face suddenly changed, and he looked at the death world fiercely.

There, there was a figure. The man in a clean linen garment, his right arm was broken, and blood was pouring out, and the wound looked as if it had been torn off by some kind of beast or other violence. The blood that flowed from his right arm was bright red, but once it left his right arm, it turned into an extremely black and indescribable substance, polluting the turbulence of time and space.

Then the man's figure suddenly shattered, and a behemoth struggled out of his body, as if it had been born at the beginning of the world, and as if it had befallen the horror of the end of the world.

Like a god, like a monster of the devil descended.

Behind it were thirteen pure white wings of light, and on each of them, there were endless figures chanting praises loudly. His face is changing, like a man, like a beast, like everything in the world, encompassing all the forms of the world.

Even if it incarnates into a detached human form, its right arm is severed, and in either form, its right arm has been sacrificed to the Dead Realm, acting as a catalyst to hasten its birth.

It reached out with its left hand, held the Dead Realm in its palm, and then held it together, and the Dead Realm was controlled by it.

"Let go!"

The old drunkard couldn't take care of the white bone beast anymore, and after blasting it away with a punch, he was full of blood and blood, and a blood giant cleared all obstacles in the void, and his fist bombarded it with the old drunkard.

When the power reaches a certain level, pure power can destroy all things, even if it does not invoke the Tao rules. Thirteen light-winged monsters were constantly destroyed under this punch, and in an instant, its body was destroyed thousands of times, and finally at the last time, a gap was revealed in the death realm that it grasped in its hands.

In that instant, eight powers were about to fly out of the Dead Realm, and those were the town guards who had not yet had time to escape from the Dead Realm.

However, one of the forces was noticeably slower, and unlike the other seven powers, there were two figures wrapped in this one.

The old drunkard stretched out his palm, and the qi and blood giant also stretched out his palm, forcibly squeezing out the power that wrapped the death realm, and grabbed the power that flew out from that gap, but it was just a moment of slowness, only seven powers flew out, and the death realm was isolated again.

This time, thirteen light-winged monsters moved the Death Realm from the palm of their hands to the inside of their bodies, preventing the old drunkard from striking again.

At this time, the thousand-colored light that the purple-clothed boy had turned into a huge encirclement, surrounding this place from the outside, and only the river of wine maintained by the Yellow Soul Gourd could still lead to the outside world.

The old drunkard's face was extremely gloomy, he was in charge of guarding this place, and he didn't care too much about whether the Death Realm was transformed into an extraterritorial heavenly demon or remained the same, because the result was already doomed. However, the few Tianjiao who had been trained in the Death Realm couldn't have an accident, under his nose, calculating him, letting the Death Realm lose had already made him angry, and now he was blocking one of the Tianjiao of the Eight Great Sects in it, so that his anger had climbed to the peak, and the qi and blood giants behind him were growing infinitely, lining everything around.

The white bone beast that was blasted open by his punch before came over again, and wanted to kill the old drunkard.

But this time, the old drunkard didn't care about anything more, and directly slammed down with a punch, and the white bone giant beast was bombarded into pieces by the qi and blood giant. But you can also see that there are cracks on the fist of the qi and blood giant, which is the counterattack of the white bone giant beast before it dies, and there are also the same cracks on the fist of the old drunkard, and from that crack, it can be seen that the blood of the old drunkard is golden, and a drop of golden blood is thrown out by him, and the seven people who were directly taken over are sent outside along the river of wine maintained by the yellow soul gourd.

"Submit unto my Lord and give you light. ”

Thirteen light-winged monsters spoke, like the voices of gods vibrating in all directions. On its wings of light, all the figures repeated its words.

If it is an existence under the ordinary holy realm, even under this voice, it will not be able to maintain consciousness for a long time, and it will be bewitched by it. But the old drunkard just snorted coldly, and the qi and blood giant, which had swelled to an almost immeasurable height, slammed down his fist, destroying the thirteen barewing-wing monsters thousands of times.

"Just a doppelganger, dare to be presumptuous in front of me!"

Such a terrifying fist rained down like dense raindrops, destroying thirteen barewing-wing monsters one after another.

The old drunkard never believed in immortality and immortality, he thought that if he couldn't kill him, then kill it again, even if he could be reborn with blood, there would be a limit, and he would kill the monster to the limit of resurrection.

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