"Lan Daoyou, if there is any move to press the bottom of the box, come out quickly, and solve it quickly. Ren Qianxun shouted violently. The Taiping Emperor is only a thousand miles away from this place, and this distance is nothing for the Sea Emperor, and it can be reached in a few moments. If the two converge, there is no possibility of killing either Sea Emperor.

Lan Ling'er also noticed that the Taiping Emperor had come thousands of miles away, she nodded when she heard this, her face was extremely solemn, and then she raised the Nine Palace Sword with one hand, stood in front of her forehead, chanted a word, and the breath of her body soared, and then the cold voice echoed in the Indian Ocean. "Kendo sublimation, full of holes!"

Before the words fell, there were suddenly countless sword thorns appeared out of thin air, and the sword chanted endlessly, at this moment it seemed that there were thousands of troops shouting, and the next moment countless sword stabs rushed to the rudiments of the sea where hundreds of rivers converged like torrents. The sound of bang bang bang will not stop for a while, and the sound is getting higher and higher. The rudiments of the sea were pierced through countless openings, and although endless waves soon made up for it, many new openings were constantly pierced. For a time, the rudimentary shape of the sea was full of holes.

"You die, how small is the power of man in front of the sea, you can't break through my rivers and seas. The Indian Emperor roared angrily, he thought that he could still parry in a moment or three, and the Taiping Emperor had already come eight hundred miles away.

Move!

Ren Qianxun's deity is the cultivation of "Waste", which is the practice of the martial god, and at this moment he uses the body of the young martial god to move the technique. Flickering and moving, countless afterimages were left in mid-air, virtual and real, true and false, elegant and smart, making people unable to guess what he would do next.

At this moment, Ren Qianxun's real body found an opening, and his body turned over like a spirit monkey, and he was about to drill through as soon as he rolled. But only halfway through the body, more waves made up for it, and the majestic waves squeezed Ren Qianhiro's body at once. I only heard a buzzing sound, and Ren Qianxun's golden body suddenly appeared, and then the thunder flowers on the golden body emitted palpitating thunder and lightning, easily bearing the pressure of the water waves. The Indian Emperor's hand moved slightly, and then an endless wave of water washed him back.

Under Ren Qianxun's perception, the Taiping Emperor had come to a place six hundred miles away, and the situation was not optimistic.

"Swords like fire!"

As soon as Lan Ling'er's tricks changed, the Nine Palace Sword suddenly emitted thousands of degrees of heat, like a red soldering iron. Lan Ling'er held the Jiugong Sword and spun around in the air, like a peerless dance, stunning the world, and suddenly the killing machine burst out, a piece of sparks beautiful and dangerous, the sparks were blown by the sea breeze, and the speed rushed towards the prototype of the sea where hundreds of rivers converge. Apparently the idea of fighting fire and water.

The sparks were thousands of degrees high under the beautiful appearance, and the rudiments of the sea suddenly became like boiling water, making a gurgling, gurgling sound. But the sea is vast, even the rudimentary waves are almost endless, and it is unrealistic that there is no fire in this world that can boil the entire rudimentary form of the sea into gas.

Baichuan Huihai is worthy of being the legendary Taoist technique of the ancient strange people, and the two of Ren Lan, who are a generation of Tianjiao, suddenly have a sense of powerlessness in the face of the defense of the rudimentary form of the sea. And the Taiping Emperor is getting closer and closer, and this place is less than 400 miles away.

"The power of the wilderness!"

Ren Qianxun's talent is the strongest in the martial arts, and he cultivates the martial god's exercise "Waste", and the martial god is also a talent who has passed through the heavens and latitudes, and cultivates a kind of power of his own like Lao Tzu, the power of the wilderness. It is precisely because of this that the Martial God can become the first person in the Xuanhuang Universe Martial Artist, shocking the universe and intimidating the eternals.

At this moment, Ren Qianxun transformed the spiritual power of the whole body into desolate power, although it was only pseudo-desolate power, because the real desolate power can only be possessed by the martial god alone, just like the Dao power, its unique power can only be possessed by Lao Tzu alone.

"Everything is desolate, in an instant!"

Ren Qianxun urged the pseudo-desolate force, and with a desolate aura, he faced it like an ancient beast rushing straight towards the rudiments of the sea of the Indian emperor. Everything is alive, even the sea. In an instant, the prototype of the sea seemed to have passed a thousand years, and in another moment, a thousand years had passed, and the water of the sea no longer had vitality, and gradually became gray, like a pool of stagnant water. The Indian emperor poured spiritual power in a vain attempt to evoke the vitality of the rudimentary form of the sea, but an amazing scene appeared, and his spiritual power loss was a thousand times faster in an instant. Baichuan Huihai originally consumed spiritual power is extremely amazing, a thousand times lost, a breath, his spiritual power is consumed ninety percent of nine, without the support of spiritual power Baichuan Huihai The prototype of the sea gradually dissipated.

"How is this possible? it can't be! this can't be!" exclaimed the Hindu Emperor, obviously unable to accept all this. He didn't know why Ren Qianhiro's spiritual power had turned into a desolate and strange power, which actually contained the power of time, which accelerated the speed of loss by a thousand times. All of this shattered his perception. Even the spiritual powers recorded in ancient books do not have such perverted power.

"Boss of the Taiping Emperor, come and save me, come and save me!" The Indian Emperor endured the horror in his heart, and screamed hysterically in the direction of the Taiping Emperor, hoarse but not stopped, because this is the instinctive fear of death and the yearning for life. But at this time, the Taiping Emperor was still two hundred miles away, and even if it was the dragon body, it would take some time.

Ren Qianxun and Lan Ling'er, one is like a reaper of life, the other is like a god of death, reciting the melody of death, stepping on the steps of death, and soon* approaching the Indian emperor, about to bring him a devastating death. At this moment, the Indian Emperor has been shocked, his spiritual power is not much left, and it is a little difficult to maintain volley flight, only the strength of his physical body. He looked at the whole body like a golden infusion, the golden body with eighteen hands and twenty-four songs, and Ren Qianxun with a hideous treasure in his solemn appearance, isn't fighting with him to find death?

"Haha! You won't let you live, and I won't let you feel better!" The Indian emperor roared hoarsely, like a wounded lion, his eyes were full of cannibalistic light, and he was about to fight desperately. The next moment, he actually wanted to overdraw his origin power and fight back. You must know that the origin is the most fundamental of living beings, and even a trace of it is almost irreparable if it is consumed.

The Indian Emperor, who had consumed the origin, had a strong breath, and he kept transforming the origin into power. Ren Qianxun shook his head, opened his lips lightly and said, "One gas and three clear!"

As he spoke, Ren Qianxun's Taoist and Buddhist clones appeared out of thin air. The three doppelgangers and Lan Ling'er jumped at the same time, moving at high speed, bang, As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. Each of Ren Qianxun's bodies is eighteen hands, three are fifty-four hands, plus Lan Ling'er has a total of fifty-six hands, constantly attacking quickly, and the two hands of the Indian Emperor are overwhelmed even if they overdraw the power of the origin for a while.

At this time, the Taiping Emperor had already come dozens of miles away, which could be said to be close at hand, but his attack range was not that far, and his heart was burning at great speed. At this time, it can be said that it is a desperate shot