Fantasy: I Can Blow Up All Worlds

The raging true energy erupted from one point, like a circulating nebula, flowing in all directions.

"Roar!"

There seemed to be a violent roar from the blood-red figure holding the trident, and the blood-colored energy poured into the trident, briefly suppressing the power of the flame finger light.

"what!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Yusheng's eyes.

Unexpectedly, half-face's dying blow actually gave him a little surprise.

But that's it!

"broken!"

The sound of the word came out of Ye Yusheng's mouth, and as his eyes were concentrating, a ‘Ka Ka’ voice suddenly spread.

"Crack!"

The sound is very clear,

The trident finally couldn't bear the power of the flame finger light, and cracks slowly began to appear on it.

"Hold it!"

The half-faced man's old face let out a deep roar, this was his last hope. Although he would definitely die after using this blow, he didn't want to be defeated so thoroughly.

What Ye Yusheng did some time ago is still vivid, and the other party can escape from the hands of the three true soul realm powerhouses. Is his half-faced person so unbearable? Can't take a single blow?

He doesn't believe...

Knowing that he will die, the importance of dignity has exceeded the weight of life.

"Crack..."

The cracking sound of the trident didn't mean to stop, on the contrary, it broke faster than before, and the dense cracks had covered the entire trident.

At a certain moment, the trident finally reached its limit.

"boom!"

The trident finally exploded, and there was a blood-red hideous figure that exploded along with it. The blood-colored energy raged wildly in the sky, but it couldn't stop the condensed flame finger light.

"Hey!"

The flame pierced the raging waves of infuriating energy and pierced the half-faced man's eyebrows.

"Uh……"

This was the last madness of the half-faced man, and his mad gaze was frozen. His final battle of dignity became a joke after all.

The flame finger light had disappeared from the center of his eyebrows, burning all his internal organs.

In front of the extreme flames, even if Ye Yusheng didn't use the power of Destruction Avenue, he couldn't resist half-faced people.

The body that had lost its breath fell from the sky and hit the long street where there was no one with a bang.

Although the time for the two to fight is not long, only a short time, but it is enough for other warriors to escape.

Everyone chose to stay away from this crazy boy, not wanting to confront each other for the first time.

Although the relationship between the two parties has become the same, either you die or I die, but those who act later still have a chance to survive.

Even the three kings didn't make a move, what are they?

Maybe he is not the opponent of the Three Kings?

Nishida Yu has already walked over with An'er, and the two big and one small three looked at the corpse in front of them...

The half-faced man turned out to be a corpse.

"How could this be?" Nishida Yum was surprised, and quickly covered An'er's eyes with his hands, but he still looked down upon the little Taoist An'er. Not only was she not afraid, but instead looked at the half-faced human body with curiosity .

After taking a look at An'er, Ye Yusheng shook his head and said, "It should be a practice that is extremely evil, and all the water has been swallowed up by the practice, including blood."

After listening to his explanation, Nishida Gong's body suddenly tightened, and after two steps back quickly, there was obvious palpitation in his eyes: "What kind of exercise is so evil."

"Look at your spoiled look..."

Ye Yusheng gave Xi Tian Gong a big roll of eyes: "An'er is not afraid, what are you afraid of as a big man?"

"Ahem..."

Nishida Yum was a little embarrassed, and explained: "I'm not afraid of infection..."

Ye Yusheng: "..."

Such a shameless explanation can be said, and it seems that this person is also thick enough.

"Let's go, there is still a lot to do."

"Ok."

"Go An'er."

Nishida Yu pulled up An'er's little hand, and walked towards the center of the city in the eyes of the little girl.

As long as the place where the three people pass by, it becomes empty, and there is no one person.

When the three of them turned a street corner, a figure finally appeared in front of them.

"Bald donkey?"

Looking at the figure standing in front, a trace of surprise flashed in Ye Yusheng's eyes.

In the city of chaos, in addition to the good and evil Buddha, there are unexpectedly other Buddhist martial artists.

But when he sensed the aura of good and evil on the opponent, Ye Yusheng was relieved. This person must be a warrior under the seat of the Buddha of Good and Evil, and should have inherited the mantle of the Buddha of Good and Evil.

"Amitabha!"

The other party cast a Buddhist name: "Poor monk, Dharma and Wisdom, I have seen two donors and this fellow Taoist..."

The Daoist Fazhi referred to is naturally a little Daoist.

"I have seen the master."

The little Taoist Gu An'er followed a standard Taoist etiquette and was very polite.

Regarding Taoist etiquette, An'er will not lack etiquette even if it is a Taoist who places an order.

However, Ye Yusheng and Xitian Gong are not so well-educated. They are here to find trouble. Are they polite or not?

"Are you here to stop me?" Ye Yusheng asked, looking at Fazhi.

"The donor is taking pictures."

Fazhi has a compassionate Buddhist treasure: "The Ye donor is too murderous and has already become a demon. The poor monk here is only to dissolve the demon energy on the donor."

"Well, you have a lot of face than your master."

Ye Yusheng nodded: "At least your reason is more convincing. That's the way your master is good and evil Buddha, and he will be able to stab dogs in this life."

Fazhi: "..."

Fazhi was still a bit short of a fight with Ye Yusheng, who was a human for two generations.

However, this monk has some abilities. He can practice his own saliva skills, and whirls the Buddha's name again: "As long as the donor is willing to disperse his magic skills, the poor monk will turn around and leave. Never embarrass the donor."

"I laughed……"

Ye Yusheng smiled and said, "You are wearing a Buddha's magic skills, so you are ashamed to say that I am a demon? You are really thick-skinned."

"The poor monk cultivates the devil to temper his heart, and when the Buddha's power is completely refined, it will be when the poor monk becomes a Buddha." Fazhi said.

"That's not as good as this, okay, let me help you?" Ye Yusheng said with a smile.

"If the donor has this heart, the poor monk will naturally thank the donor."

This is a declaration of war.

Obviously knowing that the final solution is to be solved by battle, and it is necessary to fight a war of words, so the waves do not waste time.

"Donor please!" Fazhi is also a warlike monk, so he can only do it if he doesn't make sense.

"It's better for you to come first, I'm afraid you will be killed by Xiaoye in seconds." Ye Yusheng shrugged.

"In this case, the poor monk is offended."

"Snapped!"

I saw Fazhi's hands suddenly folded, his left hand was pitch-black, devilish entangled, and his right hand was gold, Buddha's light shone.

"Ba, well, mi..."

It was still the six-character mantra of Buddhism, and the golden two-color symbols flew out of Fazhi's mouth intertwined, winding towards Ye Yusheng.

"This trick again..."