Two Hundred and Eighty Eighth Chapter Emperor Wu Collides

"Boom!"

The monstrous spiritual power erupted from the body, almost covering the entire world.

Emperor Wu is the highest level existence of all monks, one action can determine the lives of thousands of living beings!

"Emperor Wu, it should be a first-level Emperor Wu who has just broken through."

Tianhong Shengjun put his arms around his chest, obviously he didn't pay much attention to Feng Qi.

"Feng Qi, even if you and I are both Emperor Wu, there is still an insurmountable gap between us!"

Emperor Tianhong sneered, and his spiritual power began to overflow from his skin, showing a crimson color.

"What a weird spiritual power!"

Feng Qi frowned slightly, although it is not surprising that the spiritual power has a color, it is mainly the spiritual power of Emperor Tianhong, which has a power that can erode the mind.

"Boom!"

Emperor Tianhong's spiritual power swept out crazily, also covering the whole world, vaguely, with the gesture of overpowering Feng Qi!

"Third-level Martial Emperor!"

When Emperor Hong's aura reached its peak that day, divine marks began to appear on his forehead, and there were as many as three divine marks!

In other words, Emperor Tianhong's cultivation is a third-level Martial Emperor!

"Shua!"

Emperor Tianhong raised his head slightly, his footsteps moved slightly, and his figure disappeared without warning.

Feng Qi's pupils shrank, even he couldn't keep up with Emperor Tianhong's speed!

"Feng Qi, it seems that you are really old."

A sneer suddenly sounded from behind Feng Qi, and a palm full of red spiritual power stabbed at the back of the vest!

"What!"

Feng Qi's complexion changed slightly, and on one side of his body, although he avoided the vital point, his bones were almost smashed apart with that palm.

At the same time, down there, the battle became more and more fierce. Countless monsters and figures lay together, blood flowed like rivers, and it was impossible to tell who belonged to it.

Heizi also joined the battlefield. His cultivation, in just two years, has reached the peak of Martial Saint, but he is still some distance away from the title of Saint.

Even so, he was already able to control the blood of the flood dragon in his body, turning himself into a flood dragon, and countless human beings were shocked to death wherever he passed.

Heizi was specifically looking for people from the Thousand Corpse Sect, and when he saw one beat the other to death, the number of Thousand Corpse Sect cultivators who died in his hands was not tens of thousands, but several thousand.

"Go to hell!"

Heizi saw another Martial Saint cultivator from Thousand Corpses Sect, he sneered, and flung the dragon's tail fiercely. If he hit the target, even an ordinary Martial Saint would be smashed into a pulp!

The moment Heizi hit him, a man in black appeared in front of him, and with his palm, he blocked all of Heizi's attacks!

"I didn't expect that besides the three great sages of the Monster Beast Alliance, there would be a fierce general."

A slightly familiar voice sounded, and Heizi raised his eyes, fixedly staring at the man in front of him, his eyes were red.

"It's you!"

The person standing in front of Heizi was no stranger to him. It was the Dihong Shengjun who had driven them into danger three years ago!

However, the spiritual power on his body was stronger than that of two years ago, and it was faintly surrounded by red light.

Although he didn't become Emperor Wu, he was definitely stronger than Tianhong Shengjun two years ago!

"Jiaolong, if I refine your dragon bone into a pill, maybe I can take that last step and become Emperor Wu!"

There was an evil light in the eyes of Dihong Shengjun, and his figure turned into a ray of light, rushing straight over.

Powerful cultivation combined with Xiaoyuan's law of light, the speed is comparable to that of Emperor Wu!

"Bang bang!"

Even Heizi, who turned into a flood dragon, could only defend passively. As time passed, bloodstains appeared on his body immediately.

"Why, you were powerless two years ago, and two years later, you are still no match for me!"

Sage Emperor Dihong sneered, with his palm like a knife, he began to scrape off Heizi's skin little by little, blood continued to flow out, staining the ground red.

"Damn it!"

Heizi gritted his teeth, no matter how he struck, he couldn't attack Hong Shengjun who had the speed of Emperor Wu.

Feeling the increasingly severe injuries on his body, he also began to show a trace of unwillingness in his heart.

After two years of hard work, he was able to exert the power of the dragon's blood to the extreme, but is he still so weak?

"You are too weak, you should die for labor!"

Seeing that Heizi was covered with wounds, Dihong Shengjun didn't bother to continue playing. He raised his palm, and the law of light contained powerful spiritual power, and he slapped it out.

"The Devil's Hand of Thousand Corpses!"

A huge black palm appeared, and indistinctly, there were countless howls of ghosts and wolves, wrapped in the power of Xiaoyuan's law, covering Heizi at an astonishing speed!

"Is it over?"

Heizi wanted to struggle to get up and escape, but found that his breath had been firmly locked, and he could only watch helplessly as the hand of death struck.

However, at the moment when the magic hand suppressed it, it spontaneously ignited without fire, and finally turned into nothingness!

"Who is the perfect law of fire?!"

The sudden obstruction made Dihong Shengjun a little angry, he glanced around, and finally stopped at the boy next to Heizi.

"Heizi, I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for a while, and my strength has increased a lot."

Looking at Heizi's injuries, Zhao Yi frowned again. If he didn't get treatment in time, he might die from blood loss.

"Boss, are you back?

Sorry, I'm lagging behind. "

Heizi gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up, but he couldn't do it.

"Zhao Yi! Sure enough, you've been hiding in this place for so long, but you're finally willing to come out!"

Dihong Shengjun sneered, but Zhao Yi turned a deaf ear to him, staring at Heizi's wounds, and began to treat them one by one.

"What? The mouse that I hunted and jumped up and down has learned to ignore labor and capital?!"

I don't know when, Dihong Shengjun was extremely irritable, seeing Zhao Yi ignoring him, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Boom!"

Black demonic hands appeared in midair, and the terrifying spiritual power raged wildly, directly covering Zhao Yi's head!

"Zhao Yi, I can kill you without the sect master's action!"

Dihong Shengjun roared, and the falling speed of the devil's hand became faster and faster, and it reached the top of Zhao Yi's head in just a few breaths.

"You're doing a good trick, let's... give it all back to you!"

Zhao Yi sneered, his palms were imprinted, and a huge magic mirror immediately appeared in front of him, and a mysterious aura quietly permeated it.

"Since I learned this trick, I haven't used his power yet. This time, I'll let you try it, Clone Mirror!"

As soon as Zhao Yi's voice fell, the magic mirror erupted with brilliance, like a devil opening its huge mouth, and swallowed the condensed magic hand of Dihong Shengjun in one gulp.

"How can this be!"

Dihong Shengjun's complexion changed drastically, that move, even if it was encountered by a strong person of the same level as a holy monarch, would cause a headache, but Zhao Yi resolved it so easily!

"Dihong Shengjun, this is not over yet!"

Zhao Yi sneered, his palm formed a seal again, and in the magic mirror, he opened his mouth again, and the magic hand that had been covering the sky and the earth immediately poked out from it.

It looks the same as the attack that Dihong Shengjun just unleashed, but there has been a qualitative change in terms of power and size!