Cross-push eternal life, starting from the power of the gods to suppress the prison

Chapter 86

"Who am I, am I not the Fang Han you are looking for?" While speaking, Yang Xuanzhen jumped into the sky again.

This time, it came more violently and swiftly than before, even the hundred-foot boulder under him couldn't bear the force, and it exploded into pieces, turning into countless chaotic rocks that pierced through the air.

Fortunately, it is far away from the group of disciples of the Taiyi Sect, otherwise, some people will be killed by mistake and become innocent souls.

"Is that human being?"

"Wrong, I was wrong!"

"Senior Brother Yang is only in the physical state!"

This scene made all the disciples of the Supreme Unity Sect fall into a daze, and each of them was tongue-tied.

If this news gets out, it will probably cause an uproar. In the vast history of the Taiyi Sect, it is impossible to find such a powerful person in the physical state.

Perhaps in ancient times, when the Three Emperors of Heaven, Earth and Man ruled the Xuanhuang Great World, there might be such a physical body.

But now, it is extinct.

After all, the former Xuanhuang Great World was extremely powerful, with a large number of arrogance and power gathered, and it was the center of the heavens and worlds.

Even when the World Tree is still there, monks in the Xuanhuang Great World can use this tree to climb to the Immortal World.

Whoohoo!
Yang Xuanzhen's body was running like lightning in mid-air, reaching the extreme point, chasing and killing the blood-clothed man above.

The cultivator in the Mystical Ability Secret Realm can fly through the sky, so he is not so easy to kill. This time he has already used all his strength and vowed to kill this thief.

"Damn it, you can jump so high!"

Seeing Yang Xuanzhen getting closer and closer, the blood-clothed man secretly cursed in his heart, at this moment he is already thousands of feet above the ground, according to common sense, this distance is very safe, Yang Xuanzhen should not be able to chase and kill him.

Moreover, he can also occupy a condescending advantage and use magic weapons and spells to carry out long-range strikes. In this way, Yang Xuanzhen will definitely be consumed by him to death.

However, Yang Xuanzhen seemed to have no limit. Every time he was about to fall from the sky, his footsteps would stomp heavily in the void, and then soared higher again, and the speed did not decrease at all.

This move is no different from flying in the air.

This made the blood-clothed man startled, angry, hated and fearful.

"I want to see if you can fly up to kill me!"

The blood-clothed man let out an angry roar, then mobilized all his mana, raised his hand and pressed down in the air, making a palm print.

This palm print rose against the wind, and in an instant, it turned into a radius of [-] zhang, covering the sky and covering the sun, and fell on Yang Xuanzhen's head.

The giant palm has six fingers, and there are blood clouds between the fingers. During the rolling, countless stinky blood rains down, polluting a large area of ​​the void, making it "chi chi".

And within the blood cloud, miserable cries could be faintly heard, as if thousands of evil spirits were wailing at the same time.

This is obviously a supreme supernatural power in the Blood Shadow Demon Sect, and the blood demon big handprint that is as famous as the Heaven-shrouding Demon Hand in the Netherworld Demon Sect.

It takes 24 ghosts born on the seventh day of the seventh month, twelve kinds of devil blood, 72 kinds of powerful demon spirits, 36 kinds of thousand-year-old poisonous weeds and insects, and [-] kinds of resentment from heaven, earth and nature to cultivate it to the entry level.

As soon as the blood demon big handprint is released, the blood rains boundlessly, which can pollute the mana and magic weapons of the monks, disturb people's spiritual consciousness, make the enemy lose their resistance, and allow them to be slaughtered.

Such supernatural powers are not something that little monks like the blood-clothed man can obtain.

But this person has several ancestors who are very powerful in the Blood Shadow Demon Sect, so he was qualified to practice this technique, and he was able to practice it only after he collected all the materials through his relationship.

But now, the blood-clothed man displayed such supreme supernatural powers, just to deal with Yang Xuanzhen, a martial artist in the physical realm, and he was obviously desperate.

"Hmph, worm-carving trick!"

Facing the overwhelming huge palm, Yang Xuanzhen did not dodge or dodge, and continued to charge upwards. He even stretched out his right arm and punched the sky suddenly.

This scene was like a huge mountain, the carrier of which fell from the sky like Mount Tai.

But Yang Xuanzhen was like a pillar supporting the sky, trying to use his own body to prop up this huge mountain and shake the sky.

It is rumored that the gods can support the heaven where the gods live with just one hand, and what Yang Xuanzhen is doing at this time is similar to this scene?
As for the dripping blood rain falling from the blood cloud on the Gorefiend's big handprint, Yang Xuanzhen didn't care too much, and let it fall on his body. The corrosive effect of these blood rains was not enough to tickle him.

boom! ! !
The moment Yang Xuanzhen's right fist collided with the Mahamudra, there was a deafening roar that resounded through the entire sky. It was so powerful that it dispersed all the clouds and mist in the distance.

Immediately, the infinite blood exploded, like thousands of tons of gunpowder exploding, and the rain of blood diffused and drifted, covering an area with a radius of thousands of feet, forming a bloody field.

"No, run away, these blood rains are highly poisonous!"

"Ah... help me!"

……

In an instant, the disciples of the Taiyi Sect who were watching the play below screamed in pain.

Some weak Taiyi disciples were directly robbed, hit by endless blood rain, and turned into mummies in an instant.

Whoohoo!
Seeing that a large number of disciples of the Supreme Unity Sect were about to die, gusts of dark wind suddenly blew from nowhere and scattered all the rain of blood in the sky.

Immediately, four figures appeared in the center of the Dragonfall Land. It was Elder Li Yunshan, two elders, male and female, and Xue Wuya who looked like a dead dog.

The four were witnessing the battle in the sky above.

"Can Yang Xuanzhen win?" the female elder muttered to herself, her beautiful eyes showing worry: "Although the blood demon handprint cannot hurt Yang Xuanzhen, it can hinder his sprint and make it difficult for him to get close to the blood-clothed man. If you go down, I'm afraid you will lose."

"Not necessarily." The male elder shook his head: "I feel that Yang Xuanzhen still has some strength left, and he will definitely be able to defeat the blood-clothed man."

"How can there be such a freak in this world? Why is it so? It's absolutely impossible. He must die!"

Xue Wuya was held in Li Yunshan's hand, and he was also looking at the sky, most of his eyeballs protruded, roaring crazily.

"Noisy!"

Li Yunshan frowned slightly, raised his hand and slapped Xue Wuya across the face, knocking him unconscious.

But at this moment in the sky, the blood demon big handprint did not cause much hindrance to Yang Xuanzhen, he stepped on the void with his right leg, and then used his strength to rise into the air again.

At the same time, from the pores of Yang Xuanzhen's whole body, streams of air flow spewed out, and violently surged downwards, causing the speed to increase by several chips again, and charged directly at the blood-clothed man.

"What? You can still walk through the air?" The blood-clothed man was shocked.

A martial artist in the physical realm, no matter how strong his physique is, will never be able to leap in the air, let alone step in the air and fly to a height of thousands of feet.

This scene has exceeded his cognition.

At this moment, deep fear welled up in the heart of the blood-clothed man. This was an unprecedented threat of death.

"No, I will be promoted to the second level of supernatural powers, true energy state, and my future is boundless. I cannot die here!"

The figure of the blood-clothed man flew towards higher altitudes. At the same time, the blood jade demon clothes on his body separated and turned into a blood-colored long sword.

A treasure weapon is completely different from a spiritual weapon.

Treasures can change into any form to attack the enemy, but spirit weapons cannot be changed, they can only be the original appearance.

Whoosh!
This blood-colored long sword, like a river of blood, swept across all directions, and wherever it passed, the void was torn into black cracks.

Its speed was extremely fast, it reached Yang Xuanzhen in the blink of an eye, and it was about to penetrate Yang Xuanzhen's chest.

"Ha ha!"

But at this moment of lightning, Yang Xuanzhen suddenly grinned, clasped his hands together, and clamped the bloody long sword forcibly.

Immediately, Yang Xuanzhen flipped his palm, held the sword in one hand, and threw a backhand at the blood-clothed man.

puff!

The blood-colored long sword pierced through the chest of the blood-clothed man directly, and blood spurted out.

"I…"

The blood-clothed man's eyes widened, and he looked down at the blood-red long sword pierced into his chest, his face full of unwillingness.

What happened just now was so fast that he couldn't even control his own flying sword in time, it was pierced through his chest, and he finally died with hatred.

This person died under his own magic weapon, which is rare in the entire practice world, and he is proud of it.

(End of this chapter)