Primordial Devouring Technique

Chapter 729 The Power of Time and Space Appears

Ye Xuan is a lunatic who is determined to get rid of Ying Zetian and use Ying Zetian to control the holy corpse, a powerful weapon. If he is allowed to continue to live, it will not only harm the world, but also a huge threat to the people around him.

A thunder beam as thick as a bucket shot down towards the black-robed holy corpse.

While casting the Thunder of Sky Burial, Ye Xuan let out a soft drink, and grabbed his hands in front of him violently. The entire space in the Taihuang Pagoda instantly froze, directly restraining the black-robed holy corpse.

While breathing, the thunder beam had already hit the black-cloaked holy corpse in mid-air, and a white light appeared, followed by a violent explosion.

The powerful thunder turned into an endless burst of energy, and the dazzling golden light turned into a semicircular thunder pool, submerging the holy corpse controlled by Ying Zetian.

Saint power is much higher than Yuan power, and it can be used naturally in the Brahma combat body mode, greatly increasing the power of various martial arts and soul skills.

Ye Xuan's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, protruding out the spiritual power of the half-sage, observing the situation at the center of the explosion, Brahma's battle body, and the sky burial of the half-sage are so powerful that they can stand firm even in holy-level martial arts.

After the aftermath of the explosion gradually passed, the situation in the center gradually became clear, and the first thing that came into view was the golden mask.

A gap was opened in the mask, revealing the face of the holy corpse in black robe, looking at Ye Xuan coldly, the mask gradually shrank, and finally sank into his body.

"It's really not that easy to deal with."

Ye Xuan thought to himself, but at this moment, the figure of the other party disappeared suddenly, and the sound of breaking through the air came from behind.

Without even turning his head, Ye Xuan's space law activated, the space was stretched infinitely, and under the strange twist, a ray of light passed directly by his body, and the void in front was immediately pierced by this ray of light.

"Thunder God Overlord Strike!"

Turning around suddenly, his left arm had already turned into countless thorny thunder fists. Under the blessing of the holy power of Brahma's battle body, the thunder fists grew at an unimaginable speed, and directly hit Ying Zetian's black-robed holy corpse.

Although Thunder God's Tyrant Strike did not reach the level of the Holy Art, but Ye Xuan used the mixture of the sky burial thunder, which has a strong lethality against this kind of demon corpse.

Ying Zetian's reaction was extremely quick, the head of the holy corpse quickly lowered, and the fist of thunder almost brushed against his hair.

"In this space, his space martial arts are smoother. Just now, he escaped my blow through space distortion. How about using the holy corpse for close combat?"

The moment he lowered his head, Ying Zetian thought in his heart. The next moment, the black-robed holy corpse kicked his feet, and his whole body went towards Ye Xuan like a cannonball. His hands shot out continuously, and the holy power covered both palms, sealing Ye Xuan's whole body. Acupuncture.

Although Ying Zetian can control this black-robed holy corpse, as Ye Xuan said, Ying Zetian's own martial arts are not high, and he is only at the Martial Emperor Realm. He is not good at using holy techniques to control holy corpses. Use the holy corpse to crush.

However, all of this was useless. Under the space home field of Taihuang Tower, Ye Xuan's space technique was brought into full play, and all attacks passed through Ye Xuan's side without exception.

Ying Zetian's pupils shrank suddenly, because Ye Xuan's counterattack had already reached his eyes, and Brahma's battle body hit his abdomen directly.

"Holy Palm!"

At the very moment, the holy power in the palm of the holy corpse exploded with all its strength, and with the impact of the palm, his body instantly retreated.

"Naive!" With a soft snort, a sneer appeared on the corner of Ye Xuan's mouth. Under the space distortion, the space was infinitely approached in an instant, and the whole person appeared in front of Ying Zetian, and Brahma's sword directly chopped off.

There is no way, Ye Xuan was sealed by the god of death in the underworld, and he only chose to shorten the space, just like shrinking the ground to an inch, so as to greatly increase his speed.

'puff! '

Under Brahma's battle sword, the body of the black-robed holy corpse directly turned into a cloud of golden energy.

"Afterimage? When?"

Ye Xuan was startled, the other party was able to hide his perception.

"Right now, die!"

With a bang, the figure of the holy corpse controlled by Ying Zetian appeared behind Ye Xuan, the condensed holy power soared into the sky, the seal of both hands was completed, and the phantom of a big sun emerged from behind him.

The scorching golden flame rose instantly, and when the flame fell, the space suddenly sizzled, and the void seemed to melt under the flame. The flames of the great sun erupted violently and shot straight into the sky, and the temperature of the space was infinitely raised.

The endless golden flames burned. Although the space was affected, most of the power was concentrated at one point. Compared with those holy arts that would shatter heaven and earth at every turn, the flames limited to the surrounding area were undoubtedly more terrifying, because their power was more concentrated.

"Death to me!"

With a bang, Ying Zetian controlled the Holy Corpse's fists to punch out. In just a short moment, there was no telling how many punches were thrown. Countless fist marks condensed with golden fire appeared in the air, hitting Ye Ye like rain. Xuan, each small fist mark is like a small sun.

Bang bang bang!
The fist prints were like the rain of the sun, falling one after another, hitting Ye Xuan almost in no particular order, and each fist print seemed to condense the terrifying and explosive power of a saint. Once all of them erupted, the entire space might be shattered .

Even though the holy power energy had not erupted, the high temperature at this time was also superimposed, the void directly ignited spontaneously, and the position where Ye Xuan stood was surrounded by golden flames. The high temperature alone was enough to roast warriors into ashes.

"Break!" With a final loud shout, he clasped his hands, and the golden flames flowed. He waved his hands violently, and the phantom of the big sun behind him also "smashed" out, and flames gushed and flew within a radius of tens of feet.

"This guy has some skills, and he's not a pure lunatic." It's complicated, but everything happened in an instant. Ye Xuan's eyes were faint, his pupils were icy cold, and the soul of the demon Jialuo appeared, with soaring soul power And rise.

"Galama!"

The pitch-black flames shot up into the sky. In the case of Brahma's combat body, Ye Xuan actually directly displayed another state.

Ye Xuan didn't choose to use space distortion to dodge. The opponent's movements were very fast, and he hardly gave himself time. Under this kind of powerful attack that can affect space, it is not safe to use it rashly.

In these years of life-and-death battles, the current Ye Xuan would not have absolute confidence in a certain martial skill.

Brahma's battle body was not removed, and it appeared at the same time as Galo's demon body. At this moment, the phantom of the great sun had arrived in front of him.

Ye Xuan's pupils froze suddenly, the power of this move was beyond his imagination.

His figure was pushed backwards, and the big sun came into contact with the Jialuo magic flame on his hands, and there were non-stop chirping sounds.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the magic pupils in Ye Xuan's eyes suddenly burst out with powerful magic light, and frightening magic power of destruction emanated from them.

Another hand drew out a long sword, which was a sword of pitch-black flames, and slashed directly at the phantom of the sun in front of him. The ice-cold magic power flowed through the sword, and instantly slashed at the phantom of the sun.

Two earth-shattering forces collided, the power of the semi-holy demons and the power of the saints collided head-on, an indescribable light erupted from the center, and it became more and more intense.

Ying Zetian looked at this scene and said in a low voice: "This kind of power is very strange, if this is the case, I will work harder."

Before the winner could be determined, he controlled the holy corpse and crossed his hands again.

It's a pity that he is destined to be unable to perform the next attack.

Ye Xuan has been watching his every move. The eyes of Jialuo are more advanced than Xingyutong, but the field of vision is also extremely wide.

The moment he saw the holy corpse about to attack again, he decided to end the battle.

At this time, the Taihuang Pagoda outside suddenly began to rotate, a time ability came to this space, and a vicissitudes of life flowed out.

Ye Xuan's expression was extremely serious, holding the pitch-black flaming sword in both hands, everything in the world seemed to slow down suddenly, and the power of time and space above the black flaming sword was impressively blessed.

The meaning of vicissitudes of simplicity emerged, as if blinking for thousands of years, the phantom of the sun was split from the middle without any sound, and there was no aftermath, as if everything was taken for granted.

"What?" Ying Zetian's pupils contracted. He didn't expect this scene to appear suddenly. Wasn't he still in a stalemate just now? Why did he suddenly shatter the only powerful holy-level martial skill he knew, the scorching sun.

(End of this chapter)