"Damn, Hongjun, you madman!"

Houtu was originally dealing with the Zixiao Divine Thunder that was beating the banana in front of him, and he knew that Hongjun actually didn't play cards according to the routine, and he was so willing to detonate his companion spirit treasure so decisively. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Shocked and angry for a while, he had calculated Hongjun before, so that he fell into the magic power of the bridge, I don't know the years, but I don't want to backhand, Hongjun gave himself a bright plank road, dark Chen Cang, on the surface to cast Zixiao Divine Thunder overwhelming, but the balance of the balance is mixed in it, when he finds out, he wants to dodge but it is too late.

"The cycle of life and death protects my body!"

Houtu first sacrificed the reincarnation golden plate, six channels, six whirlpools, each shooting out a divine light, hooking up and reciprocating, turning into a light curtain, protecting himself in it.

Then, showing the true body of the ancestral witch, in an instant, he turned into a million-foot high, stepping on mountains and rivers, picking stars with his hands, inhaling like a whale swallowing, and exhaling like a muffled thunder.

Compared to the physical supernatural powers of the Fa Heaven and Earth, the true body of the Ancestral Witch is surpassed, this is not that it has expanded, and the essence has not changed, but as it grows, all aspects have improved, speed, defense, strength, and so on.

"One punch to break ten thousand laws!"

Thundered!

The so-called best defense is offense, she naturally will not be stunned and wait for the power of the balance balance to explode and be indifferent, and Hou Tu punched out, as if it was slowing down, carrying unstoppable power.

With the fist as the center, where it passed, a void channel ran throughout, the fist strength was scattered, the aftermath was turbulent, and the surrounding space was also full of cracks, and the fine and dense cracks expanded, and in the end, with a bang, all exploded.

Although the attack is sharp, the defense is unparalleled.

But after all, Hongjun blew himself up is the treasure of the balance balance, which is not weak reincarnation gold plate, even if he has been severely injured by the world destroying grinding plate, but in fact, the power of the origin has not lost much at the moment, if it takes a certain amount of time, experience, resources, to repair, not to mention 100%, there is no problem with the eighth or ninth layer.

But Hongjun didn't, he directly detonated this treasure that had followed him the longest, and of course the power also achieved his expected effect.

Hum!

Houtu snorted, a stumble, knock knock! Ten steps back, his feet were like a drum, blowing up one pit after another, his whole body was soft, and cracks broke out on the skin membrane, and the blood flowed endlessly, as for the arm facing the balance of the scale, it was even more of a mess, the flesh and blood turned into nothingness, the white bones were exposed, and there were also cracks on it.

Although the damage caused by Hongjun's blow to Houtu was not as traumatic as the blow of Luo Hu's Destroying World Mill Disc Thunder, it inevitably weakened Houtu's strength to a certain extent.

Although it didn't seem to be as good as he imagined, Hongjun was not discouraged, because at the same time as he detonated the balance balance, the whole person turned into a streamer and flew towards the space-time altar.

It turns out that the reason why Hongjun is so decisive will blow up the balance scale, in addition to the hatred of the back soil can not be washed away, wanting to take revenge, and he has been hit hard, if he does not break the party, the situation he will face next will be more difficult, and even if it is repaired, the balance balance is difficult to reach its heyday, and it is still a drunkard who does not mean to drink.

Hide from the sky and cross the sea, and the sound will hit the west.

Hongjun's purpose from beginning to end is the space-time altar, Houtu is just a rabbit with grass, and she is idle, and it is of course the best to be able to give her a heavy blow, so that she can reduce her pressure, even if there is no heavy injury, there is nothing, as long as she is restrained, there is no kung fu to stop her from seizing the space-time altar, everything is fine.

As for paying the companion treasure of the balance balance, although it is distressing, compared to the space-time altar that he is about to get, Hongjun feels that it is still worth it.

There are not many soldiers, and so is the magic weapon, using the balance balance to exchange the altar of time and space, he feels that he has made a lot of money.

As for whether he can reclaim the Space-Time Altar? Isn't that a joke?

Enlightenment was blown up by himself, even if he was not completely dead, he had already taken care of himself, and in this way, the altar of time and space became an ownerless thing.

And one of the most important components of the space-time altar is still its own treasure cliff, although he was defeated in the struggle for control, but at least there is some origin, with this cause and effect, he is not easy to stop without anyone to stop him, and the space-time altar does not resist?

"Not good!"

"Damn it!"

Houtu, who had just woken up from Hongjun's decisive self-explosion of the accompanying spiritual treasure, Luo Hu and the two finally realized that they had been deceived by him when they saw Hongjun's actions.

Houtu because of the balance of the balance of the self-explosion, at this moment the old force has just gone, the new force has not been born, although it is near, but there is no time to stop it, as for Rahu, he was also taken aback by Hongjun's self-explosion, in order to avoid the aftermath of the self-explosion, he also paused, and he wanted to make a move at this moment, but he was also out of reach.

Seeing that the space-time altar was about to fall into Hongjun's hands, the two of them were shocked and angry.

In addition to worrying that the space-time altar will fall into the hands of Hongjun, it will be even more difficult to deal with, but he is more worried about enlightenment, if the space-time altar falls into his hands, I am afraid that enlightenment will really be in a catastrophe, and there will be no life.

However, Rahu was simply shocked that Hongjun was about to get the altar of time and space.

He knows how powerful this treasure is, after all, he relied on this treasure to trap Tiandao Hongjun and others, and rebelled against time and space, so that he has today.

Moreover, back then, the Demon God of Time and Space sacrificed this treasure, but in order to deal with the Great Dao, rebelled against Hongmeng, and the power chased the four great treasures of Chaos.

Even if it is destroyed by the Great Dao in the end, now, I am afraid that it is not necessarily worse than my own world-destroying grinding plate!

If such a treasure falls into the hands of Hongjun, even if Hongjun's hand was severely injured by himself before, even if he loses a balanced balance, but the combat effectiveness may not fall but rise, then won't he give up his previous efforts again?

Thinking of this, Luo Hu couldn't help but think of Sanqing, the culprit who caused him to fall short, and when he looked back, he saw a Yin Yang Taiji Golden Bridge across the sky, fixing his Zhuxian Sword in mid-air, a purple-gold ruler, and a chaotic-colored banner burst out with a powerful attack towards the Zhuxian Sword.

Hum!

Seeing this, Luo Hu's face sank like water, since he couldn't stop Hongjun, then he took Sanqing and opened the knife.

"Slash!"

Luo Hu's heart moved, and the Zhuxian Sword, which had been suppressed by Taijitu, suddenly burst out with infinite strength, and he broke free from the confinement in an instant.

Under the command of Luo Hu, a sword intent of killing immortals and destroying demons swept across the Eight Desolations and Liuhe, the sword light shook, crisscrossing the four seas and eight desolations, and in an instant, the sword light erupted, as thin as a hair, condensed as King Kong, and dense as a cow's hair.

For a time, the layered space, full of sword light and sword intent, was everywhere and pervasive.