Chapter 797: Divine Art!

??? The war was extremely boiling, Bi Fang was even more tragic than the holy son of the temple, Li Qingjun alone could suppress it, let alone a master of combat power like the little monk, his whole body was shaken to pieces.

But the people in the field were all paying attention to the battle between Dao Ling and the Holy Son of the Temple. They were extremely surprised. They didn't expect the Demon King of Confusion to be so cruel and frighteningly mad.

"Pfft!" The holy son of the temple was spurting blood, he was extremely furious, and his heart was terrified, because Dao Ling's body was too terrifying, and his supernatural powers were scary, and some supernatural powers couldn't do any damage to him at all!

Good fortune was born in Dao Ling's cave, and a living spiritual vein appeared, which made Dao Ling's physical powers a lot stronger. Even if he didn't ignite the imperial dragon spirit, he was still enough to face a person of the same level as the holy son of the temple .

"Kill!" Dao Ling attacked out of nowhere and fell from a high altitude, trying to kill the holy son of the temple!

The holy son of the temple roared wildly, and no longer kept it. He was no match for Dao Ling in the competition.

The purple gold bell shook, bursting out with purple ripples, rushing towards Dao Ling's eyebrows at a terrifying speed.

Seeing this scene, just when Dao Ling was about to entrust his Yuanshen to the cave, a black bead flew out of Li Xiaoxuan's sleeve, which was crystal clear and glowing with precious brilliance.

The object flew out in an instant, hanging above Dao Ling's head, bursting out black lines, sealing this space, and resisting the burst of primordial spirit fluctuations from the purple bell.

"Damn it, this is the Yuanshen Orb!" The Holy Son of the Temple became furious. This is a rare treasure bred in the ancient mines of the abyss. It is very rare and has an amazing growth value. He did not expect Li Xiaoxuan to have a Yuanshen Orb.

The holy son of the temple was in a hurry, and rushed directly to Li Xiaoxuan and shouted: "You bitch, I will crush you to ashes!"

"Go away!" Dao Ling was furious, and his body appeared in front of the holy son of the temple in an instant. This punch crushed away with a terrible martial arts aura, and it was about to split the sky.

This is the God of War Fist erupting, dazzling and dazzling, with the aura of martial arts surging, a golden phantom of God of War appeared behind Dao Ling.

"What, this is a remnant of the Mysterious Warfare!" The face of the holy son of the temple changed slightly.

Hearing this, Dao Ling frowned slightly, his fists suddenly changed drastically, the shadow of the god of war was faintly awakening, his aura was much more terrifying than before, and faintly wanted to grasp this void.

"Combined supernatural powers, the God of War finger and the God of war fist are all disassembled!" Dao Ling was surprised, just now he played the God of war finger, but he didn't expect that the number of gods of war would increase a lot.

"hateful,

This is to practice the golden body of the god of war, which is the supreme method leading to the golden body of the god of war! "The holy son of the temple roared in his heart, because this kind of supernatural power is too rare, and he is not qualified to practice in the temple, because the temple does not have the mystery of war at all.

At this time, Dao Ling had mastered this method, he stood in the void, majestic, and a vague Dharma image on his back erupted with a sky-high martial arts aura, and he attacked in an instant.

The pressure was overwhelming, and it was extremely terrifying. This place exploded completely, and the huge shadow of God of War pressed down on the Holy Son of the temple.

The holy son of the temple seemed to be struck by lightning, his expression was terrified, and the aura in his body surged suddenly. This was a terrifying eruption of divine blood, which was dazzling and full of essence, very terrifying.

The holy son of the temple played his own continuation, his hands formed seals, and shouted: "Divine art: heaven and earth!"

The divine blood in his body surged, overflowed, and sprinkled in the void, staining the void red, but it was sacred and majestic.

At this moment, the divine blood was ignited, and the movement was frightening. The void was pulverized and riddled with holes. Everything was about to burst open, and the divine blood also sprinkled on the phantom of the God of War.

Even the phantom of the god of war could not bear the pressure of the blood of God, and was twisting violently, which surprised Dao Ling, what is this? Magic?

He felt that this method was very strange. The divine power erupted by the divine blood actually caused the god of war to melt away. This divine blood was indeed very mysterious.

This is a mass of silver divine blood, extremely noble and mighty. It quickly refined the god of war's amulet, but the power contained in the divine blood has been greatly reduced.

The face of the holy son of the temple turned pale. He was very exhausted, but a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and the divine blood flew out. A drop of silver divine blood seemed to be able to shatter mountains, rivers and earth, and kill Dao Ling inside.

Whoosh!

The silver divine blood flew across, with a destructive aura, every drop was frighteningly fast, piercing through the void, sweeping towards Dao Ling's body.

Dao Ling could feel the frighteningness of this move, he didn't use his golden body to forcefully shake it, but quickly dodged it, temporarily avoiding the sharp edge.

However, the holy son of the temple snorted coldly, and accompanied by a low drink, the divine blood burst out suddenly, and the void completely collapsed.

Dao Ling's body was shaking several times, and there was a burst of pain. His body was imprisoned by the void for a while, and several drops of Shenxia pierced his shoulder on the spot.

Puff!

Dao Ling's golden body was torn open like a piece of paper, and there were several blood holes bleeding. The corners of Dao Ling's mouth twitched slightly, and his arms felt hot. This kind of divine blood was not only terrifying, but also extremely lethal.

The people of the Qinglong Dynasty are awe-inspiring, this is the horror of the temple, the magic is too terrifying, and some young sovereigns are hard to resist.

"If you are as strong as you are, you will die under the blood of the gods!" The holy son of the temple sneered, this magical power is his background, the blood of the gods in his body is very difficult to recover, but any consumption is very big Injury, this is his trump card to save his life!

"This divine blood is not bad, so I'll accept it with a smile!" Dao Ling sneered, his hands pierced the void suddenly, and the mysterious and mysterious aura awakened, and it seemed that this place was controlled by Dao Ling's hands.

"Looking for death!" The holy son of the temple sneered, but then his face turned ugly.

In the terrifying scene, Dao Ling seemed to be an eternity. The place was vibrating, as if the pulse of the earth was trembling. The world was grasped by Dao Ling's palms!

With his palms together, the void shrank to an inch high in an instant, and there was a ball of divine blood squeezed inside!

The people around were shocked, what kind of supernatural power is this, could it be some kind of domain supernatural power, but it is too strong, it can even resist the magic of the temple!

This supernatural power is the third level of Yin Yang Palm!

However, Dao Ling can only grasp the superficiality, and can only control the void in a small area, and once Dacheng's Yin Yang palm breaks out, it will destroy the world!

"Not good!" The face of the holy son of the temple changed drastically, and he screamed: "How dare you!"

The divine blood is his trump card. If the divine blood is gone, I am afraid that the holy son of the temple will lose his status as a young supreme being, and be stripped of his status as a holy son by the temple!

Because the blood of the gods is the symbol of the clansmen of the temple, and those who do not have the blood of the gods are a waste!

Dao Ling snorted coldly, he had already sealed up the divine blood, and then put the divine blood into the universe bag.

"Thank you, if I refine these divine blood, my strength will increase a lot." Dao Ling smiled.

A group of people from the Azure Dragon Dynasty found it unimaginable that they abolished the holy son of the temple and took away his divine blood.

"Damn you!" The holy son of the temple roared sternly, his hair was disheveled, his whole body was ignited with monstrous fluctuations, and his entire arm turned blood red.

His arm has a terrifying demonic quality that makes the world tremble. This fist carries a wave of destruction, which is more terrifying than the magic technique just now, and it is about to collapse the sky.

"Forbidden secret art, break the sky!" The holy son of the temple roared, and this punch was pushed out by him, piercing the void, piercing the world, and killing Dao Ling's chest.

Dao Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, it was a very terrifying bloody fist that hit him, making his heart tremble violently and his breathing short of breath.

"Taboo!"

Dao Ling's hair danced wildly, and his body suddenly twisted, evolving into an axe shape!

"Dragon-shaped chop!"

The blood energy in Dao Ling's body exploded continuously, and then returned to one, evolving into an earth-shattering sharp air, splitting the void, breaking everything, and killing him.

"It's my brother's supernatural power!" Li Xiaoxuan was extremely excited, there was no suspense at all, he was Dao Ling.

This ax light shocked the world, and together with Taboo Breaker, boundless waves erupted, the ax shape of the fist shaking was twisting, but the fist of the ax light was cracking!

These two supernatural powers are on par!

"Pfft!" The holy son of the temple was bleeding all over his body. This taboo secret technique is a desperate supernatural power. Once it is activated, it will suffer terrible injuries.

There was also blood on Dao Ling's body, and there was a blood hole in his chest bleeding, which was injured by Po Tian just now.

He stared at the holy son of the temple with cold eyes, and said coldly: "You, die to me!