The Pangu axe appeared, and the coercion of the ten divine soldiers suddenly made Zhuo Donglai change color.

"What a domineering divine soldier!" Zhuo Donglai praised sincerely, his tone extremely uncalm. Excited, greedy. If you can master it, your combat power will inevitably climb to several stages.

The gossip runs like a wheel, sprinkling heavy rhymes, protecting the body, and eighty-one snow lotus flowers are blooming and open, and they are blessed heavily.

With a double defense, Lin Qing did not feel fear and anxiety against the war god, only a blood and fighting spirit.

A wave of Hongmeng purple qi rushed into Tianlan's body, protecting her tendons, and a snow lotus quietly bloomed, swallowing its delicate body, slowly turning into the size of a fingertip, and disappearing.

"You have a lot of treasures!" Zhuo Donglai's tone was very greedy. The purple qi that flashed just now made him salivate, and it was definitely a heavy treasure.

Lin Qing didn't answer, his expression was cold, and he rushed into the sky, and the Pangu axe was slanted horizontally, pointing at the turquoise snake for seven inches.

The turquoise serpent was made entirely of poisonous gas, but it was like a living creature, shaking its head and cutting its tail, fierce and cold.

The Pangu axe is a heavy weapon that opens the sky, although it cannot exert its due power at this time, it is also extremely amazing. Without using any tricks, the Pangu axe slashed straight out.

One force will drop ten!

The green snake screamed, its body festered a lot, but the fierce light in its eyes became more and more terrifying, and it roared, bringing endless fishy wind, and tore it over.

The huge head of the snake is like a small mountain, and the power is very amazing.

Lin Qing didn't dodge or dodge, the Pangu axe in his palm swept, and with his strength, he immediately lifted the giant snake away.

Greeted by maggots on tarsal bones, Lin Qing's axe was heavier than an axe's oblique slash, like a brute beast, fighting only with the strength of his body.

The indestructible medicine body, the combat power is unparalleled, the divine power is unmatched, and every time the axe is chopped, a thunderclap will sound in the void.

An axe is heavier than an axe, an axe is stronger than an axe, although it has not deliberately operated the mystery, but the giant axe in the palm of the wheel rotates, inadvertently cast the axe to determine the six rudiments.

Letting the turquoise snake fight, Zhuo Donglai watched from a distance, and did not attack, the ghostly figure floated quietly, and from time to time let out a low hoarse sneer or two.

Hundreds of axes were slashed out, and the turquoise god was full of holes and almost festered, but no matter how Lin Qing chopped it, he couldn't cut it off. The moment before the smoke disappears, there is always a resurgence. Like a hundred-legged insect that dies but does not stiffen.

Suddenly, Lin Qing's body was suppressed for a while, as if he was suppressed by a mountain, the terrifying stagnation made the immortal medicine body tremble slightly, the snow lotus was a little sluggish, and the big array under the gossip rhyme was a lot darker.

Lowering his head, on the Pangu Axe, the faintly invisible green silk threads seemed to be alive, bypassing the edge of the Pangu Axe and pouring into the palm. Unable to detect the slightest abnormality, the green silk threads were strangely reflected in the musculoskeletal blood.

The green silk thread was extremely weird, and wherever it passed, it devoured the endless combat power cleanly, and the extreme feeling of weakness came, and the Pangu axe almost couldn't hold it. As soon as your feet go limp, you will fall to the ground.

At this time, Zhuo Donglai finally understood, and appeared around Lin Qing like a ghost, with white and slender five fingers in the depths, bending his fingers into claws, whistling and grabbing them.

"It's finally here!" Lin Qing had a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, his rickety body straightened up instantly, and with a cold snort, the Pangu axe swept out.

deliberately struggled, and sure enough, he deceived Zhuo Donglai.

Lin Qing pinched a cold sweat in his heart, and secretly said that he was lucky, if it weren't for the void energy in his body, even if he dissolved the wisps of weird energy, this time he was afraid that it would really be folded in Zhuo Donglai's hands.

Zhuo Donglai obviously didn't expect that he had void energy in his body, otherwise he would definitely not be so light on the enemy and hit himself towards the tip of the knife. At the critical juncture, he was not panicked, and with five fingers in a row, he launched five scarlet attacks like blood, easily unloading the attack of the Pangu Axe.

"Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger! You're still a little tender!" With a cold snort, Zhuo Donglai was no longer indifferent, attacking like a storm, his palms came out, his ten fingers flicked together, and a bloody light shot out.

In the face of absolute power, all struggles are in vain.

Relying on the physical ability to fight hard with Zhuo Donglai without falling behind, Lin Qing became more and more courageous, and seemed to have the upper hand, but on the other hand, Zhuo Donglai did not move, and he easily defused the offensive with a finger or a palm.

Zhuo Donglai is an extremely confident person, always giving the opponent a chance to show his strengths against the enemy, and then defeating him with thunderous means, not only from the text, but also from the heart to completely defeat the opponent.

For this practice, Lin Qing was very disdainful, and even scoffed.

This kind of self-confidence is actually arrogant and arrogant.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, and how to kill the opponent simply and effectively is the king.

Often that trace of disdain is the fundamental reason for burying himself, Lin Qing will not be like this, let alone disdain.

Since he had given himself the opportunity to show his strengths, Lin Qing certainly wouldn't miss the opportunity to use the God of War as a whetstone, and with a sneer, his attacks became more and more violent.

Send the Pangu axe back, and simply attack with the flesh, like a primitive beast, palm, fist. Fingers, elbows, and knees are all deadly attack weapons, and when they get to the end, they simply give up their combat power and only use their physical strength to fight against the attack of the gods.

Zhuo Donglai's palms are gentle and soft, like catkins, seemingly powerless, but in fact they are like a lonely peak toppling, the strength is amazing, Lin Qing is very uncomfortable, every time he blows, his body trembles violently, and his bones seem to be suppressed by a mountain, and he is struggling.

One finger and one palm, as if mixed with the great power of the three mountains and five mountains, overwhelmed the medicine body, and the bones trembled violently, as if they were about to collapse at any time.

The energy of the law is too amazing, even with Lin Qing Canglong's vigorous qi and blood muscles and bones, it is a little unbearable.

Gritted his teeth and confronted Zhuo Donglai, every time he struck, he had to take a step back, and every step out made the void collapse.

A ghost roared, Zhuo Donglai's five fingers were crystal clear, and his majesty was impressive, and he grabbed the space, forming a special domain in all directions, making it impossible for Lin Qing to avoid it.

With a muffled snort, Lin Qing's palm was pierced by a scratch, and blood splattered everywhere.

Withdrawing his palm, Zhuo Donglai licked the blood from his fingertips, and smiled in surprise: "There is such an amazing aura in the blood, if you are swallowed alive, I don't know how far you can advance to the Dao?"

"I'm afraid you don't have that chance!" With a cold snort, Xuanwu Zhanxin spit out a Hongmeng purple qi and quickly repaired the wound.

Seeing this scene, Zhuo Donglai's body trembled more and more intensely, and he sneered: "There is really a heavy treasure in your body, I can't wait, let me die!"

With his palms to the sky, ten fingers rose in the wind, turning into a huge dragon of ten zhang, shaking his head and cutting his tail, roaring fiercely, and the dragon's whiskers twitched like a whip, shaking the void and trembling.

The ten dragons roared in unison, baring their teeth and claws.

After suffering a dark loss, Lin Qing didn't dare to hold it up, and the Luo Shu Dao pattern came to life in an instant, outlining each other vertically and horizontally, interweaving a picture of the Dao.

The Dao Diagram is mysterious, imprinted with countless stars, extremely dazzling, and the gossip slowly rotates, sprinkling the Dao rhyme, blending with the Dao Tu, and suddenly the stars are bright.

With a wave of his hand, he made a map of the Dao, imprinted it in the void, blocked a space, and used the power of heaven and earth to cut off the laws of the realm, forming a sky of its own, isolating the attacks of the ten dragons.

"There are some means, break it for me!" Zhuo Donglai snorted miserably, his fingers curled.

Jiaolong looked up to the sky and roared angrily, breathing at the Dao Diagram, opening the Dao Diagram with extremely strong penetrating power, and re-transforming the partitioned space into a realm, the aftermath was undiminished, and it was sprinkled, wrapping Lin Qing's entire body into it.

Ten fingers danced, the sword roared, and the ten light purple sword qi were invincible, smashing the dragon's breath.

The sleeves were flying, Lin Qing was like a god, constantly advancing, and the lilac sword qi was like a tide, annihilating Zhuo Donglai.

Wisps of void energy floated on the fist, and a punch was thrown like lightning.

With a sneer, Zhuo Donglai did not dodge or dodge, allowing thousands of sword qi to come to his body, and in a light sound like a rain hitting a plantain, the endless sword qi disappeared, but Zhuo Donglai was still floating like a ghost, and even the corners of his clothes were not messy.

"Are you poor in donkey skills?" Zhuo Donglai laughed with extreme disdain and contempt.

The answer to him was a fist that was enough to crush the mountain, but he was arrogant and arrogant enough to still not dodge.

If he was defeated, Zhuo Donglai's body never took half a step back, but in the next second, a miserable snort suddenly sounded from his mouth.

Heart-rending howl, the ghostly body spasmed violently, and Zhuo Donglai's voice was extremely frightened: "Void energy, you actually mastered void energy!"

Disasters and much more than that!

In Lin Qing's sea of knowledge, the sky-turning seal flew out and was directly imprinted on Zhuo Donglai's forehead.

The terrible howl was terrifying, and the killing blow was missed.

The seal turned back to the sea of knowledge, but it failed to take Zhuo Donglai's life.

Zhuo Donglai's appearance was extremely miserable, and the black cloak that covered his face was turned into ashes by the upside down, revealing a hidden terrifying face.

Zhuo Donglai's face, as if it had been cut in half with a knife, was like half of a ghost, too afraid of people, and now his soul was hurt by the overturning seal, and his distorted and painful look made his appearance even more terrifying, and in the only remaining single eye, there was only endless resentment.

With a terrible roar, Zhuo Donglai's spasmodic body returned to calm, staring at Lin Qing resentfully, and his hands quickly sealed.

Secretly screaming that it was a pity, Lin Qing rushed forward, his palms were crystal clear, and the purple qi was thick, wanting to fight with Zhuo Dong in close quarters.

Suffering such a serious injury, Zhuo Donglai finally did not dare to underestimate the enemy anymore, although he was not afraid of Lin Qing's physical attack, but the stone seal on Fang Cai's side made his liver and gallbladder crack sharply.

A hint of horror flashed in his eyes, and Zhuo Donglai's figure was ghostly and uncertain, not daring to fight Lin Qing in close quarters.

"The Gate of the Ghost World"

Finally, Zhuo Donglai stopped his figure, the seal in his hand stopped abruptly, and he looked up to the sky and shouted.

The condensed handprints are like a blood-red sun, shining in all directions, making the heavens and the earth bloody.

A round of blood sun slowly rose, fixed behind Zhuo Donglai.

A bloody light shot out, as if an invisible bridge had been built, extending into an unknown space.

The cold aura hit, and Lin Qing's muscles and bones were cold, as if he was being targeted by a peerless beast.

That kind of breath is a resentment that is intense to the extreme, and it is a hatred that is condensed to the limit.