Chapter 2542 Five-Colored Divine Light

Ye Xiaochuan felt that the strange giant palm that seemed to be a substance was somewhat familiar. It was like the Netherworld Ghost Claw cultivated by Xuan Ying, or the Divine Palm of the Great Merciful and Compassionate Tathagata cultivated by Buddhism.

It's just that the palm print is a few circles smaller than the two, about ten feet long.

Seeing the giant palm seal coming, everyone knew that this palm must have gathered Hua Wuyou's life-long efforts, and it would definitely not be easy to resolve.

Ye Xiaochuan, Yao Guang, and Qilisi, who were facing the attack of this giant palm, felt an unprecedented huge air pressure coming from them. Not only was it difficult to breathe, but their bones were almost crushed.

They wanted to escape, but the energy around them seemed to be imprisoned by a mysterious force, making it impossible to escape.

As a result, these three guys began to desperately try to destroy the incoming giant palm.

The sonic air waves slowed down the speed of the giant palm's attack. The electric snake hit the giant palm and could only make holes. Ye Xiaochuan desperately used Qiankun's sword, which could only leave a small hole on it. Sword Cave.

This giant palm seems to have really become a substance. The big hole made is bloody and bloody. There seems to be blood, but it is black blood! Hua Wuyou is right. Although Yaoguang and Qilisi possess unique treasures, their cultivation level is really too low. They are like six or seven-year-old children carrying a sharp iron handle. Clay sword, the sword is fine, the problem occurs when using it

The person with the sword.

The sword in Hua Wuyou's hand is not weaker than theirs, but Hua Wuyou is an adult.

There is no suspense at all for an adult to hit two six or seven-year-old children.

If Yaoguang and Qilisi were also adults and the two women joined forces, Hua Wuyou would never be a match.

But now... even if Ye Xiaochuan, A Xiang and two top-level monsters are raiding the formation, they are no match for Hua Wuyou.

The giant palm riddled with holes finally slapped the three of them. Facing the giant palm, Kui Niu and Dagu looked like ants.

Amid the exclamations, at the critical moment, Ye Xiaochuan roared and rushed out.

Just before his giant palm was about to hit the two women, he grabbed their wrists and swung them back forcefully.

Then, he made a circle with both hands, and stretched out both palms. His tiny palms rested on the huge palms.

He yelled, like the roar of a wild animal before it died, as if he wanted to use a pair of fleshy palms to resist the attack of this giant palm.

"boom!"

The moment the three palms met, a deafening noise erupted, and the powerful wind directly blew the Kui Niu drum, Yao Guang, and Qili silk behind Ye Xiaochuan several dozen feet to the west.

Everyone exclaimed.

Yun Qiyou shouted: "Xiaochuan!"

He rushed over with Yu Jizi, Zui Taoist and others.

When they were about to rush closer, they suddenly stopped.

Ye Xiaochuan was not beaten away or killed by the giant palm as they imagined. This kid was like an old cow standing on top of a mountain, his body was bowed forward, and his palms were firmly pressed against the giant palm.

The thrust of the giant palm was unexpectedly blocked.

"ah……"

The beast's roar in Ye Xiaochuan's mouth continued to sound.

Five colors of divine light glowed all over his body, and there was even a crackling sound coming from his body, like the sound of every inch of his bones.

Hua Wuyou's eyes shone brightly, and he murmured to himself: "The five-color sacred stone!"

Previously, Ye Xiaochuan called him the second aunt of flowers and a flower demon, which made him so angry that he forgot that Ye Xiaochuan was a descendant of Nuwa, and he inherited the five-color sacred stone used by Nuwa to mend the sky!

Ye Xiaochuan persisted, and so did Hua Wuyou.

Hua Wuyou continued to pour the true spiritual power into the giant palm, but the power of the five-color divine stone had been activated. Ye Xiaochuan was struck hundreds of times by the five-color divine lightning in southern Xinjiang and turned into a multi-colored body.

The colorful body belongs to the attribute of chaos, and the power of ice and fire is also in chaos. Just like when he was fighting against the God of Fire in the heaven, Ye Xiaochuan was at home in the chaotic sky fire and was not harmed by the chaotic sky fire at all.

This giant palm is made of the Nine Nether Frost and the Chaos Heavenly Fire. It is just like the Hunyuan Palm that was used to hit Ye Xiaochuan in Wudu Valley. Others could not resist it, but Ye Xiaochuan, who was carrying the five-color sacred stone, could not resist it. is allowed.

Under the colorful divine stone, although Ye Xiaochuan could barely resist the attack of the giant palm, Hua Wuyou's cultivation was too high. In the end, Ye Xiaochuan was defeated, screamed and flew backwards.

Just when Yu Jizi and others were preparing to rescue, a rattling sound came from the west.

That is the cry of prosperity!

Ye Xiaochuan regarded Wangcai as his brother, and Wangcai regarded him as Ye Xiaochuan's brother.

Seeing Ye Xiaochuan's hand at this moment, Wangcai couldn't bear it anymore. Ye Xiaochuan was flying backwards like a kite with broken strings. Blood spurted out from his mouth. His bones were broken in many places. His consciousness was also very blurry. He happened to see Wangcai flying past him, like a small red star. The stone hit the incoming

Giant palm.

"Wangcai...don't..."

Ye Xiaochuan shouted these four words hoarsely.

Then, Wangcai spun and rolled and flew back, his wings and head drooping, his little tongue sticking out like an old man.

“Prosperous wealth!!”

Ye Xiaochuan was shocked...

But at this moment, Death Wangcai suddenly trembled, let out a loud phoenix cry, and once again threw himself desperately towards the giant palm that hurt his little master.

Ye Xiaochuan, whose consciousness was gradually blurring, heard the phoenix cry and felt that it was a little different from the usual call of wealth.

Ye Xiaochuan was caught by Yun Qiyou. Yu Jizi and dozens of other righteous and evil leaders stood in front of Ye Xiaochuan, and Zui Daoren immediately treated his beloved disciple.

However, at this moment, Ye Xiaochuan's limbs were shattered, and dozens of bones in his body were broken. Fortunately, his internal organs were firmly wrapped by a mysterious five-colored divine light.

The vitality of a cultivator is strong. As long as his internal organs are not fatally injured, he will not die.

After taking a few bottles of Cangyun elixir, Ye Xiaochuan's strength gradually recovered, but at this moment he could not move at all. He was held by Yun Qiyou, and his eyes looked at Wangcai through the gap in the crowd in front.

The fat Wangcai was only two feet in size. At this moment, facing the giant palm of more than ten feet, it was no different from an ant.

But Wangcai was very angry now, and he would never let anyone who hurt his little master go.

It was seen spinning and flying, like an electric poisonous dragon drill, and drilled into the giant palm.

Ye Xiaochuan and everyone else were thinking, it's over, it's really over now, Wangcai is going to die.

Things are always unexpected. When Ye Xiaochuan was about to commemorate Wangcai, the giant palm suddenly burned.

A giant bird with a wingspan of thirty feet roared out in the flames.

Although its size is not as huge as the ice phoenix, its power is extremely terrifying.

The fire bird flapped its wings, and dense red light spots appeared in the starry sky of the universe. Those light spots quickly grew larger, like meteorites falling from the universe, falling down at an extremely fast speed.

"Sky Fire Meteorite... Fire Phoenix... How is it possible!"

Only Hua Wuyou and the white bone demon dragon under his feet recognized this move. The strange green light in the empty eye sockets of the white bone demon dragon expanded rapidly, and it was very afraid, because it died under this move of Tianfeng Duan Xiaohuan that year.