Chapter 1539: Three Punches and Two Kicks to Destroy a Half-Saint, a Messy Tyrant and a Troublemaker

"You guys aren't going in?"

Southern Region, before they parted ways, Dao Qiongcang glanced at his friends around him, his tone full of temptation, "Ancestor God's fate!"

A brief reunion with old friends always makes people feel happy.

Of course, we put aside our positions and future relationships and only talk about the present.

Now that we have finished talking about business and gossip, one group of people is going to Xuyue Gray Palace, and the other group is going to Tianji Divine Religion. It's time to say goodbye.

"Anyway, I'm not going. I'm just too empty."

The storyteller was wearing a red skirt, curling her fingers, and then threw the topic back, "What about you?"

"Yes, what about you?"

Dao Qiongcang turned his head and looked at Wei Feng and Gou Wu Yue, "Although I brought you out, I won't stop you from having further ideas."

Very free.

Go if you want to!

Wei Feng shook his head, weighed Yan Wangyan and said, "If it was thirty or fifty years earlier, you could only see me in the ruins."

Now?

Forget it!

What's the purpose of following Dao Qiongcang out?

Isn't it just for a relaxing time, to put your mind aside, to rest when it's not necessary, and to pick up the knife and chop without thinking when it's necessary?

The life of a salted fish needs no explanation!

Xiao Gou is relatively young and ambitious, and turned his head without madness: "Why don't you go in?"

Gou Wu Yue sighed softly: "When everyone thinks it's profitable, it's time to retreat."

After that, he looked at Dao Qiong Cang.

If you want to say who is the most attractive to the four words "conferring gods and calling ancestors" here, Ba Zun An must be ranked second, and there is no doubt that Dao Qiong Cang is second to none!

But he didn't go in.

He didn't even have any interest in the fate of the ancestor god.

I think he must have some thoughts, and he deliberately raised this question before leaving...

There is a problem with the Ranming ruins?

Gou Wu Yue's heart moved, but he didn't ask it out, and looked at Ba Zun An: "What about you?"

The storyteller turned his head and looked at his brother. Yue Gongnu might have also entered. Are they really not going to meet?

Ba Zun An watched the changes in the dust that would lightly splash when he stepped on it, and answered casually: "The Holy Ancestor is in the temple, the Sword Ancestor is in the building, and the inheritance of each family is out of reach. Why can I, just by calling out my name, get the inheritance at my fingertips?"

Gou, Wei, Shuo were all stunned. This angle was a bit novel.

Dao Qiongcang also raised his eyebrows. He was sure that Ba Zun An had not received the message along the way, and the storyteller had not received it either, so this was his own judgment? So he said:

"Try it, anyway, there is no loss. Even if you fail, you won't die. What if you really get the fate of the ancestor god?"

The storyteller nodded.

He always believed that Shi Zun Zuo was the most powerful contender for the inheritance of the ancestor god in the Ranming Ruins this time, and Xu Xiaoshou had to step back a little.

Ba Zun'an's footsteps were fixed, and his eyes followed the dust at his feet:

"If you don't want money, you want life. If you don't want life, you want money. If you don't want money and life, you can only want sex."

"He doesn't want sex, money, and life. He wants to give them for free, unless it's his own son... I don't believe it."

The storyteller frowned, feeling that his brother had something else in his words: "What do you mean?"

Ba Zun'an looked up at him and said indifferently:

"The price of free is unlimited."

There is a problem!

Now, no matter how stupid the storyteller is, he realized that there was something wrong with the Ranming Ruins, not to mention that he was not stupid, but before he could say anything...

Ba Zun'an shook his head slightly: "I don't know."

You don't know?

Then what are you talking about?

"Intuition."

What an intuition!

You have intuition, this person can't also have intuition, right?

The storyteller turned his head and looked at Dao Qiongcang: "Old Taoist priest, do you know something or have you calculated something? Just say it, you are already a traitor to the Holy Mountain, no need to hide it."

The eyes of the people around him turned in unison, but Dao Qiongcang shrugged: "I don't know."

"You must know!"

"If you don't know, you don't know."

"You will tell me or not!"

"Heavenly secrets..."

"Ah——"

The storyteller covered his ears irritably and looked at Gou Wuyue, frowning, implying: Don't you want to know? Ask him!

Gou Wuyue couldn't understand his eyes at all, but he was quite curious and said: "What happened?"

Dao Qiongcang glanced at him and shook his chin slightly:

"I really don't know."

"Not everything can be calculated."

"Heavenly secrets are only for seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster, not for pinching fingers to get the answer."

"But..."

As soon as the word "but" came out, the storyteller looked at Dao Qiongcang pinching his fingers slightly again, and his mouth was about to turn upside down.

It's not something that can be calculated.

When you are in doubt, count with your fingers?

Soon, Dao Qiongcang put his hand into his robe and said with a smile:

"Use your brain. If it's about the fate of the ancestor god, it's the high-level Saint Emperor."

"If it's about the inheritance of the beheading priest, it's the ancestor of the god."

"Since everyone has a premonition that it's not a good thing, it must be a bad thing."

"At best, everyone will die in there."

The faces of the people next to him changed.

The storyteller frowned: "Didn't they say..."

"The latest news." Dao Qiongcang smiled, "If you can go in, but can't get out, you will die."

The storyteller was stunned for a moment, and then he was furious. He raised the hood in his hand and was about to strangle the neck of the old Taoist priest, "Then why did you persuade us to go in!"

Dao Qiongcang had already avoided it, using Hu as a pillar and avoiding the tiger.

"Wait!"

The storyteller stopped while chasing after himself, and said in surprise: "Then Xu Xiaoshou..."

Snap!

Dao Qiongcang snapped his fingers, "Don't worry, something's wrong."

"Shut up your crow mouth!" The storyteller turned around and shouted angrily.

These ten seats, each of them is full of bad intentions!

So, except for Ai Cangsheng who voluntarily went in and withdrew in time, the ten seats closest to the ancestor god's fate all had a premonition and noticed that the fate was not right, and didn't want to enter the ruins?

The storyteller couldn't help but glance at his brother, his eyes flashed slightly.

I have a premonition, but you didn't remind me that Xu Xiaoshou is no longer a chess piece Xu Xiaoshou now!

Ba Zun'an seemed to know what he was thinking: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

How could this be possible...

"Someone has entered." Ba Zun'an said.

The storyteller was startled, then his eyes widened, and he was relieved.

Yes, someone has entered!

Among the ten thrones, perhaps now, whoever does something needs to think ahead and consider the cause and effect.

Including my brother.

Including the old Taoist priest!

But there is one person who doesn't need it.

He has a brain, but he won't use it once in his life!

A high-level Saint Emperor?

The realm of the ancestral god?

In front of that guy who doesn't even know how to write the word "retreat", if one punch can't solve it, then ten punches.

If ten punches can't solve it, then...

...

"Warm-up is over!"

Shen Yi thrust his hand to the side of his body, and the illusion in his palm took shape, condensing a black and gold long stick taller than him.

The two ends of the stick were gilded, with strange patterns carved on them. The dark red golden light seemed to have high temperature, flowing gently like magma.

The middle was simple and unremarkable, only wrapped with a very thick sealing belt, which was soaked by sweat over the years and dyed dark brown.

"Bang!"

Such a strange stick, just gently hit the ground.

The earth was like a hammer hitting a heavy drum, making a dull sound, and then dust and smoke were blown thousands of miles away. Suddenly...

Boom!

The earth of thousands of miles was completely shattered.

It was not cracked into spider webs, nor was it shaken into pieces.

It was crushed into powder under the force of this light pestle, and the yellow sand filled the sky!

"Fuck..."

Chang Yi looked at the bald man in front of him who was two heads taller than him, and his mentality was about to explode.

Who is this?

Where did this thing come from?

It has been more than 60 years since he returned to the Five Regions. Has the Holy Land developed to this point?

Taixu...

Three punches can break Dengkou's defense, penetrate his chest, break his abdomen, and hammer him seriously.

Kick Dunling's calf with two feet, break his shield, break his arm, and hit him until his eyeballs fly out?

Dengkou, Dunling...

Is this an ordinary person? This is a half-saint!

Not even an ordinary half-saint, but a combat-type half-saint who has been fighting on the front battlefield for many years and has experienced blood and life and death!

He Changyi was only half a step late. As soon as they met, Dengkou and Dunling lay down.

And he killed the two saints in seconds...

This guy! This bald guy! He even said arrogantly, warm-up is over?

"I feel that you should have something."

Shen Yi stroked the bald guy with one hand, kicked the Overlord, and the heavy black and gold long stick flipped in the air, tearing through the air, and then rested on his elbow.

The tiger's eyes widened in response, revealing a fierce light, choosing someone to bite.

"Wait!"

"Little brother... big brother, is there any misunderstanding?"

Zhan Kuang Changyi, who is known as one of the Seven Stars of the Northern Territory, has slightly white temples. He looks only in his fifties or sixties, but his actual age is over a hundred.

Yes, he is Zhan Kuang!

On the front battlefield, he is the kind of madman who kills ghosts and beasts without saying a word!

But at this moment, he felt that he finally had a mouth on his body, and wanted to explain something to the bald guy in the Taixu realm...

"Tsk."

The yellow sand is melodious.

Before he finished speaking, he saw the bald figure opposite him, which had already turned into a residual image.

"Damn it, do you really think I'm easy to mess with? You're looking for death!"

Chang Yi shouted, his eyes suddenly red, and as the blood-colored holy domain expanded, a black long sword slashed out:

"Dragon-slaying power!"

This sound came out.

Time seemed to slow down...

The sand and dust in front of him broke.

In the pupils of the third realm of combat consciousness, the bald figure, which was still somewhat illusory, condensed in front of him.

"Snap."

The momentum arrived before the person arrived.

The bamboo hairpin that Chang Yi used to tie his hair broke first.

A long hair with black and silver swept behind his head with the wind.

"Swish..."

A small crack appeared on his cheek.

The blood beads were stained with dust and smeared on his face to form a long mark.

"Crack."

The brow bone made a slight cracking sound.

A faint tingling sensation pierced into this holy body that was scarred by the battlefield.

It didn't hurt, but it gave people a bad premonition.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

The sacred dragon-protecting bead on his waist suddenly exploded.

The Xuanhu Tower, which had been soaked in his heart blood for more than 30 years, had not yet expanded, and it exploded into pieces.

There was also the Jade Heart Mirror, the White Dragon Armor, the Water of Scale Protection...

Under the distortion of the Holy Domain, the Half-Saint Law could not even affect the bald man in front of him, leaving only clothes, flesh and blood, and sternum torn in the wind...

"What is this?!"

Chang Yi's eyes were bloodshot, and for a moment he felt like he was dreaming.

The long stick on the opposite side hadn't even been pulled over, and his many protective sacred artifacts were shattered one after another, even the protective armor and the holy body were injured...

What kind of humanoid monster is this?

He is not Taixu, he is the Holy Emperor?

A ruthless and calm voice, a hoarse and deep voice, echoed in the ears. Compared with the holy martial art "Dragon Slaying Strength", its name is so simple and unpretentious:

"Hands out."

The long gilt stick and the long black knife were used to chop vertically and draw horizontally, fighting each other in this electric light and flint.

Oops——

Thousands of miles of vacuum, smoke and dust are rising.

Chang Yi felt his eyes darken for a moment.

In this moment, the bald man turned into his grandmother who had been dead for many years and whose appearance he had almost forgotten.

When the spirit returns and the soul returns...

But he saw the rounded gilt long stick, which was carrying his black knife, shattered the white dragon armor that protected him with the back of the knife, and penetrated deeply into his chest!

"I'm going to make you bigger...poof!"

Bang bang bang bang, chi chi chi chi!

The sacred weapon of the relic tablet, the black knife swallowing the python, was not broken into pieces, the long relic tiger's mouth was blown to pieces, the hand bones were blown to pieces, and the entire arm was beaten to pieces.

The sternum was shattered and the ribs were shattered. The black knife tried its best to refuse to bite the master, but still chopped the heart into pieces.

The right eye socket swelled...

At this time, Chang Yi finally understood why the eyeballs of the Semi-Saint Dun Ling, who was famous for his defense, were weirdly shot out.

Blood bursts out from the seven orifices...

Not to mention that his eyeballs were blown out, not a single one of the two rows of teeth was left intact.

Just one stick!

Just one stick!

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

Chang Yi felt that he had smashed through the entire mountain, but his power remained unabated.

The feeling in my hands is gone.

The feeling in my feet is gone too.

How can it be done with just one stick?

"Who is your special mother-in-law?"

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

Three breaths and ten mountains.

When the last mountain has been blasted through by the long legacy, the castration has finally diminished, the long three breaths have ended, and I can regain some control over my body...

Chang Yi panicked.

The knives are all gone and everyone is going to die.

Without hesitation, he pulled out his trump card.

"Blood Sacrifice·Fat Relic Holy Body!"

The blood sprayed from the body turned into Dao patterns and entered the body.

Like a snake sloughing off, Chang Yi jumped up, leaving behind a layer of blood-colored skin scab, turning into an endless python that covered the sky and the sun.

The python seems to have come from ancient times, with the breath of ancient times spread all over it. Its whole body is dark, and its scales are blood red...

"Vertical chop."

Before Chang Yi could react, he heard such an indifferent sound.

In the obese form, the world that has lost even its color is extremely blurry. At this moment, the senses that have been doubled and enhanced are locked on such a black stick shadow falling from the sky!

It is bigger than Fat Yi, measuring seven inches in the middle.

It slashed from behind the bald head like a sword elephant or the shadow of the ancestor god.

"Boom."

"Gululu..."

The fat residue disappears.

The figure returns.

Chang Yi's head fell to the ground and he rolled forward two positions.

The headless corpse hit the ground with a bang, and the blood flowed into the stream, dyeing the river bank happily red.

"boom."

The hot gilded long stick fell in front of the tilted eyes, and the ball-like head bounced twice on the ground.

Chang Yi looked dazed and recognized the origin of the stick.

One of the nine supreme artifacts, and one of the few weapons that can be listed on the list of most important weapons like the Broken Jun Shield - Overlord!

so……

Is he a god?

So what kind of ten seats are there?

I heard they are the ten strongest people in recent times? But aren't they... young people?

Are today’s young people so strong?

The leader of the Yansheng Alliance also cultivates the physical body, no, he transforms the physical body. With his ability, he can bear a stick... right?

Shen Yi flicked the Overlord, and the Overlord turned into a black spot and disappeared. He squatted down and looked at the head on the ground:

"Something, but not much."

I'll fuck your mother!

I'll fuck you, uncle!

If you have the guts to stand there and give me a chop to see if I can kill you, what's the point of just doing a sneak attack... Han...

Is it really a sneak attack?

Chang Yi closed his eyes in despair.

He reacted to everything, and Shen Yi didn't hide his hostility. He just wanted to fuck him very generously.

It can be said that his combat awareness is not weaker than that of his opponent, but what if he reacts?

One stick!

What seven stars in the Northern Territory...

What kind of semi-jihadist maniac...

Chang Yi laughed, laughed miserably, and silent tears and blood fell from the bridge of his nose.

One stick and knock all my shit out!

I really doubt that my semi-holy personality is also cracked!

oh……

I still have a semi-holy status!

Am I considered a semi-saint?

I'm a fucking piece of shit! A complete useless dog!

"Dengkou, Dunling, my brother...let them go...kill me..."

I don’t want to live anymore.

I don’t even want to ask why the conflict started. I’m not qualified to do so.

The rules of the frontline battlefield are like this. If you win, the right to speak is yours. If you lose, it doesn't matter.

"Hey!"

God also slapped the head hard.

Everyone who is defeated by him will have this feeling - a heart filled with despair, as if there is nothing left in the world.

From thirty years ago to now, every battle has been like this, with everyone losing, and God doesn’t know why.

lose?

Did he lose when he was young?

When I was a kid, I couldn't beat the kid next door with my fists. I was hit until my brain started to bleed. I went home and huddled in a corner to bandage the wound.

But just practice!

Just call back after practice!

If you blow his head off, he will know that he doesn’t dare!

What happens when you lose your self-confidence? What men fear most is losing their self-confidence.

but……

Be strict with yourself and be lenient with others.

God will not force others. Whenever this happens, as long as the person survives, he will give a symbolic encouragement:

"Wake up. At least you're not dead. You took my blow."

Zhang Yi spurted a mouthful of blood and became completely silent.

He is still a good person. When death is imminent, he can still remember his brother... God also thought of himself and said:

"The one who holds the lamp is called Dengkou, and the one who holds the shield is called Dunling, right?"

"I met them on the road, and the Holy Emperor's guiding power guided them and you all to run in this direction."

"I saw six half-saints, all like this, and no one noticed."

The guiding power of the Holy Emperor?

Chang Yi opened his eyes, and a ray of shock flashed out in the blurry and bloody world.

He didn't notice it either.

God also said again: "So, I kindly asked them to stop..."

"Cough!" Chang Yi coughed up a mouthful of blood, "Why are you... screaming? My brothers... are not... violent, and will not... conflict with you..."

Shen Yi tilted his head, thought for a moment, and snorted: "Rush to reincarnate? I helped stop the six half-saints over there, and you don't believe in evil?"

"Pfft." Chang Yi vomited blood and closed his eyes again, tired.

Shen Yi shook his shoulders, sat on the floor, grabbed his head and stuffed it into Chang Yi's neck that was still bleeding, "You know, they called me trash..."

He didn't have many elixirs, so he crushed half of the Small Body Rejuvenation Pill, put the other half away, and then applied the powder to the long neck wound:

"I don't need to say more. Whoever has a bigger fist has the right to call people rubbish."

"Besides, I also have some problems, and everyone needs to calm down before we can have a good discussion."

After waiting for the person to feel a little better, God also asked about the purpose of this trip:

"Why did so many half-saints suddenly come in?"

"Is it because of Xu Xiaoshou that you are all rushing in that direction?"

Yes, Shen Yi also has the Ancestor God List in his palm, and he can know Xu Xiaoshou's current position with just a thought.

The rules of life in the dark forest are very strange, and it is the best place to understand the ways of the world.

However, the power of the evil gods is dense, the Holy Emperor's will is the guidance, and strange things are everywhere. It is a place that cannot be stayed for a long time.

Just like that, these fools and half-saints rushed in foolishly.

Xu Xiaoshou should forget it, he should have his own ideas, what are these semi-saint pictures?

When Chang Yi heard the sound, he was stunned for a moment and said:

"It's a request for a holy order."

"But we came here just for fun, we didn't intend to kill Xu Xiaoshou..."

It’s guidance!

The Holy Emperor guides all the Half-Saints to go to that forest?

Changyi suddenly woke up and thought about it, could it be that the many semi-saints who entered the ruins and the issuance of the Holy Order were also guided?

"Just for fun?"

However, Shen Yi did not feel the shock of the long legacy. He smiled and took out a crystal gem from his chest, and said hehe:

"It's not just a matter of fun now."

"When I stopped someone, I accidentally killed one."

"He should be the true form of a semi-saint, not an incarnation. This thing is like shit, and it can be punched out."

Chang Yi's pupils were dilated, and he was dumbfounded as he looked at the bright crystal gem.

Semi-holy person? ! ()