Chapter 1763 Blowing

Of course, the soul is fundamental to the saint. As long as the soul is not destroyed, the saint can be reborn.

But the destruction of the body is a heavy blow for Saint Leiman.

In just one breath, the fire of the soul of Saint Leiman swayed, drawing on the power of the void, and the cells and tissues scattered all over the place wriggled, seeming to want to revive again and condense the body.

"Old Ghost Beiming!"

Seeing this, the three saints of the slaughter, the ancestor of the black demon, and the saint of the ice demon all roared. They absolutely do not allow the saint of Beiming to continue. If they kill the saint of Leiman with another punch, it will be a heavy blow to them.

They flickered and wanted to stop the actions of Saint Beiming.

Whoosh!

Saint Beiming didn't even look at the movements of these three people. He took a step forward, moved instantly, and his body turned into nothingness.

"No, no, Beiming, don't, don't kill me."

Saint Lei Man, who was trying to resurrect, saw this scene and felt the deadly murderous intent.

Boom!

His half-recovered body collapsed instantly, inch by inch, and even his soul couldn't resist at this moment, completely collapsed, was shaken into powder, turned into nothingness, and not even slag was left.

"How could this be? How could my dignified Saint Leiman die in this place? It's impossible, I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled." In the depths of the void, Saint Leiman's unwilling roar still came.

But no matter how unwilling he was, he was still punched to death and his soul was destroyed.

"Impossible, when did the old ghost Beiming become so powerful, and what happened?"

The slaughtered saints were stunned. In his eyes, no matter how powerful the Beiming saints were, they were only one line above them. Even if they fought alone, they might not be able to kill them.

But what is going on now, killing Saint Leiman with just two punches and destroying his soul. This result is too exaggerated and unbelievable.

"He broke through, he has broken through, promoted to a higher realm, touched the invincible realm." The Dark Demon ancestor screamed, terrified, "Damn, I understand, why did he come so fast? He came not the real body,

It is a projection, so it spans hundreds of millions of light-years in an instant and arrives here.

We still have a chance, and a chance, as long as we resist for a while, over time, his power will dissipate and his projection will disappear. "

He saw a little mystery of Beiming Saint.

"Projection? You are fucking joking, how is that possible? With just one projection, you killed Saint Leiman with two punches. Are you fucking joking with me?" Saint Ice Demon cursed, terrified to the extreme.

It felt that it shouldn't come this time, and it definitely shouldn't. Now, what kind of terrifying monster is it dealing with? Where is this siege, it's just to die.

"Don't be afraid, no matter how powerful he is, it's just a projection. If we kill this projection, we will flee immediately, we still have a chance, there is still a chance." The slaughter saint roared, and he no longer wanted to kill the Beiming saint. I just want to run away, as far as possible, away from this terrifying monster.

He was extremely terrified. He thought that only tens of thousands of years had passed, and there would be no room for improvement for the saints of Beiming. After all, the lifespan of saints was almost unlimited, and it took a lot of time to break through a realm.

But how could he have imagined that the saint of Beiming was so terrifying, beyond imagination, that he could not compare at all.

Blood Slaughter Town Heaven Knife!

In an instant, the slaughter sage became furious, and immediately used all his strength to pull out the sacred blood knife on his body, and slashed towards the Beiming sage, tearing the void.

I saw that this blood-colored long sword communicated the dimension of blood, the dimension of killing, the dimension of darkness, and other dimension worlds, infinite power, and infinite runes descended from the void and blessed on the long sword.

This blow almost contains the essence of his lifelong cultivation, based on the will of the blood dimension, and then assisted by the killing thought, driven by his own infinite mana.

Once it bursts out, it can destroy countless spaces, and even a solar system will be blasted into powder.

This knife is too terrifying, too domineering, and the blade light tears apart the galaxy.

Saint Beiming watched this scene, but did not speak. He saw the blood-colored knife light slam down, and the sky shook, and suddenly he took a breath toward the distance.

Boom~~

This breath was blown out, and the stars trembled, as if it had turned into a cosmic storm, a space storm, and it seemed that the congenital astral wind was blowing, and the entire universe and galaxies were trembling and shaking violently.

Xia Ping could feel that the countless nearby planets seemed to be blown away, changing the direction of their own rotation, and all the meteorites disappeared into ashes and turned into powder.

Even the blood-colored sword qi that had been slaughtered couldn't hold this breath at all.

The starry sky was completely emptied.

"Impossible, old ghost Beiming, you can't be so powerful, you can crack my blood slaughtering sword with a single breath, how much do you want to look down on people?! I don't accept it, I don't accept it!"

The slaughter saint is completely crazy.

Tens of thousands of years ago, his strength was still on par with Saint Beiming, and he could even come and go, but in the past, his cultivation base has stagnated and even regressed.

But Saint Beiming far surpassed him, reaching a realm that he could not imagine. He blew his breath and knocked him down with a single blow. This fact was completely unacceptable to him.

Suddenly, his hair stood up, and he felt the deadly murderous intent coming from Saint Beiming. He didn't dare to cry any more, his figure flickered, and he stepped back again and again, trying to avoid it.

But it was too late.

Saint Beiming punched out again, silently, straight, without fancy, straight to the essence.

In a flash, he teleported directly in front of the slaughter saint, ignoring any space blockade, it seemed that the space barrier was no different from tofu to him.

His eyes are very calm, like an abyss, dark and deep, swallowing everything, as if nothing can shake him, the depths of his pupils contain the mysteries of the infinite universe, and there are countless stars running.

"what!"

The next second, the slaughtered saint let out a shrill scream, because under this punch, his entire body was shattered, and even the sacred saber on his body was shattered, completely exploded, shattered inch by inch.

Such a fist is boundless in terror, shattering the ages, breaking all laws with one method, and destroying the dead.

Even the slaughtering saint could not see the power and mystery contained in this punch, as if it were all-encompassing and contained the true meaning of the entire universe.

This is the power that he could not comprehend in his entire life.