"Is the Yin God Nine Death Curse Killing Big Mudras? It's unfortunate, this move, I will too!"

Lu Zheng was indifferent, and the moment his words fell, the dark demon behind him suddenly turned from black to white, and turned into the same primeval yin god, gray and gloomy, lifeless.

The appearance of this primeval yin god is completely different from the yin god of the Seven Yin Princes, not a vague appearance, but a very clear facial features.

If you carefully compare the appearance of this primeval yin god with Lu Zheng's face, you will find that the two faces look exactly the same.

The Yin God of the Seven Yin Sons is to pray for the gift of the primeval Yin God with the purest awe, and visualize this Yin God Dharma Appearance.

And Lu Zheng directly used his own face to replace the primeval yin god. It's as if Lu Zheng is the primeval yin god, and the primeval yin god is Lu Zheng, replacing the god with himself.

This Yin God, between raising his hand, is a palm burst down.

It also covers a radius of hundreds of miles, and it is the same hand with nine fingers, one finger and one death, branded with the entire nine "death" characters, and it is actually the same Yin God Nine Death Curse Killing Handprint!

"Arrogance, you are so arrogant! You dare to be so disrespectful to the Ancient Yin God, you don't understand at all how to exert the true power of the Yin God's Nine Death Curse to Kill the Great Mudra. You're just a parrot, with an empty shell, and you can't compare with my Yin God Nine Death Curse Killing Mudra at all!"

"The true Yin God Nine Death Curse Killing Mudra must have supreme reverence for the primeval Yin God, and the heart must be pure and flawless, without the slightest offense, only by doing so, can you bring out the Yin God Nine Deaths ......"

Bang!

Before the words of the Seven Yin Sons could be finished, his Yin God Great Handprint was completely blown away by Lu Zheng's same Yin God Great Handprint.

Qiyin Gongzi's nine "dead" characters are and Lu Zheng's nine "dead" characters, killing each other in pairs and annihilating each other.

His primeval Yin God Dharma Appearance collapsed inch by inch, like a mosquito that had been slapped to death, and the whole thing exploded.

And the Seven Yin Boy himself looked even more miserable, he was killed by the bombardment, his body smashed to the ground like a cannonball, and once again blasted out a deep human-shaped hole, pitch black and deep, and he couldn't see it at a glance.

Burst!

The Seven Yin Boy stood up slowly, opened his mouth and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face suddenly became even more pale as paper.

"You, you, you're looking for death, you're forcing me to use my last hole card. Looks like I'm going to have to show you what ...... is."

Boom!

It was another Yin God Great Handprint, which burst down as fiercely as a mountain.

Before the words of the Seven Yin Sons could finish speaking, they were once again slammed into the depths of the ground, and their entire body was slapped into a human-shaped meatloaf!

Nine fingers as thick as the Optimus Stone Pillar depict the nine "dead" characters, like a python entangled, wrapped around the body of the Seven Yin Son.

This time, the Yin God Great Mudra is completely different from the first time, and the entire Yin God palm has become more condensed and more lifelike.

In particular, the "death" character imprinted on Jiugen's hands flashed with bursts of eerie light, and the dead air was as strong as a ghost fire.

As soon as these nine "death" characters touched the body of the Seven Yin Son, they burned violently, making a gurgling sound and crackling, enveloping his whole body in the dark green death ghost fire.

"Whew!"

The whole body of the Seven Yin Prince, what mana cultivation, what flesh essence and blood, even his magic weapon elixir, and all his memories were all burned in this death ghost fire, turning into the purest energy, which was inhaled into Lu Zheng's body in one breath.

"The taste is okay, but it's lighter. After all, it's just a small giant in the early stage of the Yuanshen, weak, too weak, not enough for me to stuff my teeth. ”

Lu Zheng said lightly, sighing helplessly.

At this moment, whether it was those rookie geniuses hidden in the shadows, or the two veteran peerless geniuses who were standing in the distance, standing in the void, watching the whole battle from afar, they were all stunned.

Their whole bodies were as if they were petrified, standing in place like sculptures, motionless, and even the expressions on their faces were completely frozen.

A small giant in the early stage of the Yuan Shen, an old peerless genius from the White Bone Demon Sect, with countless peerless killing moves and thousands of powerful magic weapons, was actually like this, he was directly slapped into slag, and all the essence was devoured.

With Meng Bugui and Wei Tingshan, these two people's understanding of Qiyin Gongzi, he still has at least seven or eight powerful hole cards, and he has not had time to unleash them, so he actually died?

"Seven Yin Gongzi, hunters of the same level as us are now hunting and are being hunted. ”

Meng Bugui sighed and said again and again, and couldn't help but feel a kind of inexplicable sentimentality of the rabbit and the fox.

"As far as I know about him, the Seven Yin Boy still has a lot of hole cards that he hasn't played. For example, the Nine Turns of Reincarnation Killing, the Great Demon Qi of the White Bone, the Three Yin Killing Divine Knife, and the One Finger of the Yin God...... Even, even his most powerful magic weapon, the Bone Demon Throne of the Lower Grade Dao Weapon, didn't have time to use it. ”

As a person who had fought with the Seven Yin Sons many times, Wei Tingshan was even more emotional, and couldn't help but sigh and sigh faintly.

"If Brother Wei, what you know about the Seven Yin Prince, if you let him display all these hole cards and exert his most powerful combat power, how many chances can he have against that man?"

Meng Bugui suddenly asked curiously, and seemed to be very unwilling.

After all, the strength of him and the Seven Yin Princes is almost the same, and they are both small giants in the early stage of the Yuan Shen.

If even the Seven Yin Boys lost so badly and were beaten into meatloaf by that man, then, even if he was replaced on the field, I am afraid that the final result would not be much different.

Meng Bugui is still unwilling, he has cultivated in the Tower of Babel for three thousand years, experienced countless battles, and every time he has died in one life, he finally entered the realm of the Yuan Shen Period, and in the world of cultivating immortals, he can be called a giant.

As a result, now, the old peerless genius at the same level as him, a strong opponent in his eyes, was actually bombarded to slag like this, and it was in front of him.

This kind of depressed feeling simply made Meng Bugui almost crazy.

He really wanted to know if there was any hope for defeating that terrifying man, even the slightest hope!

"The odds of winning, maybe zero!"

Wei Tingshan said helplessly, revealing the most cruel reality.

(End of chapter)