Rumble!

The sound of terror exploded.

The space is like being pierced at this moment.

At this moment, it was as if time had stood still. I saw Chu Jingtian raise his fist and punch out, as if he had shattered the space, and disappeared in place on the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Mo Ya.

And the white jade-like fist was even more fluttering on the ghost body of the cliff.

"Buzz!"

In the heavens and on the ground, it seems that only the power of this punch remains.

I saw that after this punch fell, Mo Ya's body was like a sea with waves violently, and it was already trembling on the spot without the slightest interval.

In silence, his ghost body, which had been tempered for three thousand years, was actually broken inch by inch under this punch, and there was a look of shock on his face that he couldn't believe it.

"Boom!"

It wasn't until a moment later that the explosion sounded.

Everyone looked at the broken ghost body in amazement, and they were even more shocked to close their mouths.

"One punch?"

Fan Xuanran almost didn't bite off his tongue.

Wu Lei and Bei Hong didn't have time to get excited, but Dong Chengwu on the side said in a deep voice: "Not yet...... The breath of the cliff is still there!"

Everyone hurriedly sensed the past.

Although Mo Ya's ghost body was shattered, his aura was not reduced in the slightest.

And those demons were still kneeling on the ground, not daring to make any movements.

"Roar!"

As soon as the words fell, a sudden change occurred in the field.

I saw countless black mist tornadoes gathering rapidly, and the cliff that was originally shattered by Chu Jingtian's punch and torn apart inch by inch of the body actually recovered rapidly, gradually condensed, and formed a humanoid prototype in an instant.

First the head, then the torso, then the limbs, and then the hands and feet.

It's just a few snaps of his fingers, and the cliff has re-condensed a ghost body, and it is almost no different from before.

"Little baby, your fist is nothing more than that! In this Moya Palace, I am an immortal existence, and with your strength, you can't kill me at all!" Moya laughed.

"Roar!"

With his voice, countless demons let out an earth-shattering cheer in unison.

The terrifying roar almost toppled the sky above the Cliff Palace!

"Such a terrifying punch didn't cause him the slightest damage? How is this possible?" Dong Chengwu looked at him in disbelief, but no matter how he didn't believe it, Mo Ya still looked unscathed.

"Is he really unable to kill?" a hint of despair rose in the eyes of the crowd.

In the face of an existence whose strength is almost crushed, and who has an immortal body, no matter who it is, will feel hopeless.

Mo Ya looked at Chu Jingtian, and the surprise in his eyes became more and more surprised:

"Little baby, the strength of your body is beyond my imagination. You should be cultivating the Ancestral Dragon Secret Technique!, but the physique cultivated by the previous sect masters of the Great Dao Immortal Sect is probably not as good as you!"

He sneered as he stared at Chu Jingtian with his eyes, and the greed in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Moya is right.

The sect masters of the Great Dao Immortal Sect in the past dynasties, even if they cultivated the Ancestral Dragon Secret Technique, they were only halfway to becoming a monk. It's like rebuilding a tall building on the basis of a thatched house, and you will always fail to achieve perfection.

But Chu Jingtian's first step in cultivating was the Ancestral Dragon Secret Technique, and every step reached the limit of the Great Perfection, and he had already become an unexposed body.

"Whoa!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward.

The body shrouded in black fog actually rose when it saw the wind, and suddenly turned into seven or eight feet high. The black mist floating outside his body was rapidly condensed, forming a patch of scales, and almost in an instant, he transformed into a black-armored demon with a blue face and fangs and a single horn.

Fan Xuanran's Yang Demon Qiankun body, compared to the ghost body of Mo Ya, was immediately dwarfed.

"Whoa!"

Mo Ya raised his hand and grabbed it, and his huge body was not the slightest slowdown, but his speed increased several times. The ghost claws probed, and immediately brought up the five Dao Senbai qi waves, and in an instant, it was already an opportunity to lock in Chu Jingtian's body.

This claw looks ordinary, but in fact, it quietly seals the space around Chu Jingtian, even if he senses the direction of the other party, he will be unavoidable, unavoidable.

Chu Jingtian's face was indifferent, and the qi and blood, true qi, and mana in his whole body were running to the extreme.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

He threw five punches in a row, and the waves of Sen Bai Qi that each punch hit exploded on the spot. Then the five fists merged into one punch, and slammed into the cliff's giant claws.

"Boom!"

The power swept out, and in an instant, it all hit the right claw of the cliff.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion resounded directly over the cliff palace.

Mo Ya's body was like hundreds of millions of tons of gunpowder hidden, which was detonated on the spot at this moment. His right hand exploded on the spot, and then spread out like a chain, extending to his arm almost half a snap of his fingers, and then stopped when it exploded to his shoulder in the churning black mist.

And the cliff is also stepping back a few steps, stepping on the ground like the footprints left by ancient giants.

"Bastard!"

was repelled by Chu Jingtian three or four times, and even Mo Ya was furious.

He let out a roar, and in the black mist, the broken right arm recovered in an instant.

Chu Jingtian squinted his eyes, looked at the cliff that had recovered again, and couldn't help frowning secretly. The two punches he had punched before, if any Seven Realm powerhouse had already been gone.

But Moya is different, his ghost body is a void existence, completely condensed by yin spirits and divine thoughts. As long as the mind is not gone, it can be restored. And this cliff palace is also his cave mansion, and the power provided by it is for him to use as he pleases.

Although he is strong, he is not arrogant enough to be able to harden the three thousand years of accumulation of the cliff.

"It seems that you are not willing to give up this body obediently today, since this is the case, then I will break your soul, and then see how you resist me!"

With a grasp of his right hand, Mo Ya grabbed a bone whip from the void.

"This ......"

Chu Jingtian narrowed his eyes, only to feel that the thing was a little familiar.

As if he felt Chu's shocking suspicion, Mo Ya laughed and said, "It seems that you have recognized it, this thing is the spine of my body." For these three thousand years, I have refined it whenever I have time. Now I have carved more than 9 million runes on it...... Can be used as a bone whip or as a bone sword. I haven't used this thing since I refined it. ”

Speaking of this, Mo Yameng retracted his smile, and his eyes were cold: "Let me use it to shatter your soul!"

Rumble!

The momentum of the cliff is mentioned again, and the whole person should be like a demon god who destroys everything!

At this moment, Chu Jingtian's complexion changed, and his expression was solemn to the extreme.

(End of chapter)