Chapter 903: Asking About the Seventeenth Style Desolation

Seeing this scene, the old man Baihu praised again: "The consciousness body is more and more perfect, and it already has various emotions, and the more powerful it is to destroy.

It seems you've gotten the hang of it. "

Once again, the old man Baihu stretched out his right hand, and the roaring phantom in his hand gradually solidified.

It was a big white tiger with hanging eyes.

The whole body is black and white stripes, and the beast prestige permeating its body is simply more ferocious than a real dragon.

The white tiger is Bai Zhang tall, and he fought with King Shi.

Purple Shiki, with a big earring on the thick earlobe.

When Ba Ying slashed down, the endless sword intent was even a little crazy.

But the white tiger is stronger than imagined.

Its sharp claws were extremely hard, and it caught the knife abruptly.

Sparks flew everywhere, and a raging flame ignited.

The next moment, the white tiger rushed forward, opening its bloody mouth wide, with a strong fishy smell on its fangs.

He bit off Shikio's head in one bite.

"Fourteen Forms: Reversal of Reincarnation,

Fifteen types: funeral. "

When the yin and yang are reversed, I will stain the blue sky with my demonic blood.

In an instant, mountains and rivers collapsed, and time and space were shattered.

The yin and yang are reversed, and the galaxy falls.

This knife made the rules of the world go against it, and the yin and yang fish jumped on the tip of the knife.

Cutting down together, the white tiger roared angrily, trying to block the knife.

But when its figure touched the blade, it shattered in a distorted manner.

"Interesting, not only breaking the rules, but also reversing the rules," the old man Baihu laughed.

He waved his right hand again, and another white tiger solidified out.

This white tiger is obviously different from the previous white tiger.

Its body is not only black and white stripes, but also mixed with a touch of gold.

The third eye was opened on Baihu's forehead.

The ears were slightly raised, and there was a trace of majesty in the eyes.

Especially the two claws are sharper, as if they have evolved.

With thick hair all over his body, he looked at Xu Zimo intimidatingly.

The figure tilted back slightly, and then rushed directly over.

Cut out in one style.

The sky was once again drawn down by darkness.

There was endless darkness in this knife, as if it wanted to bury everything.

It carries the acme of destruction, the end of all burials.

But with such a knife, the white tiger bit the tip of the knife with his mouth, and the meaning of destruction on it was swallowed into his belly.

The white tiger's huge head flicked suddenly, and with the scimitar, Xu Zimo was thrown out together.

"Awesome," Xu Zimo praised in admiration as he stabilized his figure.

Along the way, he has seen many powerful people.

Even a great emperor like a god emperor has seen it.

It's a pity that they couldn't fight against each other. Firstly, it was because they were not strong enough before, so even if they fought against each other, there would be no gain.

Secondly, they are all their own people.

But this time, the opponent is the existence of Nirvana Realm.

But it really made Xu Zimo feel a little scary, even small.

He couldn't help thinking of the further realm.

saint? Dao fruit powerhouse?

And what about the final Twelve Meridians?

How powerful these existences should be.

The existence of Tianwaitian made him feel a little excited, but at the same time a little dignified.

"Boy, I'm getting more and more curious about the moves behind you," the old man Baihu said with a smile.

"Ask the sixteenth form, no birth,

The seventeenth form, the desolation of the gods. "

The so-called inanimate means infinity and also the starting point of everything.

At the beginning of the era, everything in the world was at the same origin.

Even if it is a vast and boundless universe, full of stars, it is just a point.

The outside of the universe is already the universe, because it is endless, and nothing changes everything.

It's like one life is two, two is three, and three is all things.

When the knife was cut, it seemed that a whole new world was condensed and evolving on the blade.

Although this world is short-lived.

But it really existed.

This is Wusheng, descending with the power of a virtual world.

The white tiger roared again, its figure moved forward instead of retreating, and its claws suddenly grabbed the blade.

But at this moment, drops of bright red blood flowed down from the paws.

The blade is cutting into its flesh and blood bit by bit.

"Not bad, really good," the old man Baihu said with a smile.

I saw him raise his right hand and drink softly: "Tian Wu."

A cyan light of spiritual energy was fleeting and flew into the white tiger's body.

The next moment, the whole white tiger changed again.

Its volume has expanded to dozens of times, with eight heads and eight heads.

With eight legs and eight tails, it looks extraordinarily weird.

The white tiger grabbed Ba Ying with two paws, and bit Xu Zimo with the rest of its paws and its bloody mouth.

Xu Zimo frowned slightly.

The white tiger didn't use any other moves from the beginning to the end.

Instead, he used pure defense and strength to shake his own attack.

No matter how the moves were changed, they couldn't destroy the white tiger.

He waved the Tyrant Shadow again, and the seventeenth style came out of nowhere.

The so-called Shenhuang is the name of Xu Zimo who once fell into a small world in his previous life.

This small world is the small world created by the former Emperor Shenhuang.

It's just that it is not compatible with the mainland of China.

Xu Zimo's Shenzhou Continent has perfect rules and is a real world.

As for Shenhuang, it was born incomplete, and it was finally destroyed after experiencing ups and downs.

Xu Zimo had read the letter left by Emperor Shenhuang.

His legacy is recorded there.

While many things are not very useful, there are also some that benefit greatly.

The gods are desolate and the land, the dragon palaces of the four seas, the golden crows fall into the soup valley, and the gods build the sky.

Xu Zimo slowly raised the Ba Ying, this is the law of the gods.

The so-called law of desolation, all kinds of martial arts, can become a god.

This god is not in the Divine Vein Realm.

It is the real god, the age of mythology that is even older than before the wild era of the Yuanyang Continent, and has even disappeared in the long river of history.

At this moment, Xu Zimo seemed to be a real god descending.

Holding a domineering shadow in one hand, he is invincible and unrivaled in the world.

Ba Ying tore apart Xinghe, scolded Jiang Hai angrily, and came with a strong intention of true god.

It seems that there are whispers from the age of mythology.

Time and space reversed for a while, and it seemed to return to the era when the gods stood side by side and the vast land.

"It seems that your chance is not small," the old man Baihu said with a smile.

"But it's also a bit of a coincidence, my white tiger is also a god."

"Tianwu," the white tiger raised its head and roared at the sky.

The roar seemed to have a certain artistic conception, which could be understood by people.

In the words, it seemed that the word "Tianwu" sounded long and proudly.

In the age of mythology, there was a tribe called "Wu."

They use the tiger as their totem, and the god they worship is Tianwu.

He has eight heads, eight faces, eight legs and eight tails.

It is said that nine is the limit of heaven and earth, and it is only one step short of what it has practiced.

Baihu and Baying collided again.

A huge mushroom cloud rang out together with the deafening explosion that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and ascended to the sky together.

The people around who were still fighting were all rushed out by the aftermath.