Chapter 1188

Jufeng said in a deep voice, "Ancestor of the Dark Mist, I hope your promise is still valid."

The dark mist did not answer immediately, but first sucked the vitality out of Juya's body.

In almost only a blink of an eye, the latter turned from a strong man into a dried corpse that had been dehydrated for many years.

At this time, the mist condensed into a face that was difficult to distinguish between men and women and age, and a sneer came from his mouth.

"Don't worry, I am not the kind of person who breaks his promises like the Holy Spirit Tianzun."

"The oath is more important to me than my life."

"I will definitely do what I promised you."

"Besides, the remaining power of the Eight-Armed Venerable is worthless to me, and his flesh is useless."

"I will only take the essence of Fangfeng, and help you refine the remaining power of the Eight-Armed Venerable."

Jufeng nodded.

He only cares about his own interests.

As for whether the other party wants to take away the essence of Fangfeng or devour the essence of Fangfeng.

It doesn't matter, it has nothing to do with him.

He crossed his arms with both hands, frowned and thought.

Thinking about how to weave a perfect lie after getting out.

Integrate Juya's death and his promotion to Tianzun reasonably.

But the misty face stared at the remains of Babi Zun and did not approach immediately.

"Ancestor Mingwu, what are your doubts?" Jufeng asked.

The misty face did not answer him, but said to himself in confusion, "Babi Zun has fallen for many years, but he still has vitality?"

"No, his vitality is so strong, but not as strong as Tianzun, not Babi Zun's vitality..."

He frowned and said, "Jufeng, someone came in before you."

Jufeng was stunned, and then whispered, "Impossible!"

"We rushed here as fast as possible and guarded the only entrance to this place."

"Let alone one person, even a fly can't fly in!"

"How could someone come before me..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a faint sigh from the belly of the giant who had died and had not yet revived.

"Alas... you are right... I didn't expect that my giant clan would have such an unworthy descendant..."

When this voice came out, Jufeng, who was originally calm and confident, almost couldn't stand and collapsed to the ground.

Eight-armed Lord!

Such a deep and powerful voice must be from Eight-armed Lord!

Then, a figure walked out from behind the giant.

The man was dressed in black and stood straight.

Especially that familiar face...

It was Chu Xuan, Xuan Tianjun, who was now in the limelight of the Tiandao Immortal Alliance!

Taking a deep breath, Jufeng quickly calmed down.

He didn't know why Chu Xuan could come to this fallen place before them.

He didn't know what method Chu Xuan used to make Eight-armed Lord regain consciousness.

He only knew that the plan had been exposed.

Even if Eight-armed Lord returned, he, the unworthy descendant who killed his own people and tried to kill his ancestors, would definitely be sentenced to death.

In this case, let's just do it thoroughly.

"Ancestor Mingwu, my ancestor is in your hands."

"I will personally deal with this annoying kid."

Jufeng spoke in a deep voice and strode towards Chu Xuan.

The misty face laughed strangely, "Although I only have one-tenth of the power of my original body, it is more than enough to deal with this eight-armed lord who has just awakened."

After that, he suddenly pounced on the eight-armed lord!

Chu Xuan looked at Jufeng and chuckled, "It seems that you have already achieved the perfection of the Hedao."

"If it is not the perfection of the Hedao, how could you have the idea of ​​using the remains of the ancestor to help yourself become a lord."

If it is not the perfection of the Hedao, it is only the late stage of the Hedao, and the foundation is unstable. Even if there is a chance to become a lord, it cannot become a lord.

After all, every small realm of the Hedao period represents a step closer to oneself and the Great Dao.

If the perception of the Great Dao is not enough, how can you become a lord.

Jufeng stopped a thousand feet in front of Chu Xuan, rubbed his wrist, and said coldly, "I have heard of your strength. Before, Miexian led the army to personally attack Nijie City."

"Yingci and Guijue, these two powerful masters of the turbulent era both died in your hands."

"Many people in my clan also say that you are terrifyingly strong."

"But I think there is something wrong with it."

Jufeng continued to speak, and his blood and energy continued to rise.

His body also expanded and rose at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He continued, "Ying Ci and Gui Jue died in the final battle a hundred thousand years ago. Now they are resurrected by the grace of the Holy Ancestor."

"As far as I know, it takes at least a hundred years for a creature to reach the perfect level of the Dao."

"But they resurrected very quickly."

"This proves that they have not recovered completely, and there are even fatal weaknesses left on their bodies."

"The battle between you and them was very strange."

"The black mist filled the whole place, covering your figure, and no one could see what happened inside."

"But it didn't take long before you won easily. Ying Ci, who was good at assassinating hidden, and Gui Jue, who was good at confusing the mind, both died easily."

Jufeng laughed strangely, "I guess you know their weaknesses."

Chu Xuan also laughed.

This Jufeng is really smart.

No wonder he can become the leader of the white giant clan.

Jufeng clenched his fists.

Muscles bulged one by one, like jagged rocks.

Blue veins popped up one by one, like winding snakes and pythons.

The blood and qi actually condensed into a pair of arms out of thin air at his side!

The terrifying power was surging in his arms like a raging wave.

"What kind of deal did Miexian make with you, so that you know the weaknesses of those two unlucky guys, it doesn't matter to me."

"I only know that you will die here today!"

The last word fell.

The fist that had accumulated to the extreme suddenly hit.

Bang!

This punch was like a meteorite falling from the sky.

It was going to annihilate Chu Xuan and everything around him into dust!

Looking at this long-accumulated attack, Chu Xuan also showed a faint smile.

Still with his hands behind his back.

"Rampant!"

Jufeng sneered.

Bang!

The giant fist smashed down.

Stone chips flew!

Smoke and dust rose everywhere!

Jufeng did not hesitate, and four fists fell like raindrops.

Bang bang bang!

Such a fierce force is enough to easily flatten the mountain range.

Within ten breaths, Jufeng threw a full five hundred punches.

Until half of his blood and qi were consumed and his breathing became a little faster, he retracted his fist and stared coldly at the ground where Chu Xuan was standing.

No.

The feeling was wrong.

His eyes changed a little.

He waved his hand.

The palm fanned a gust of wind, blowing away the diffuse smoke and dust.

His pupils shrank at this moment.

Chu Xuan was still standing there leisurely.

His body was covered with a layer of glittering jade light.

There were countless strange images flashing inside the light shield.

This extremely fragile light shield actually blocked his five hundred punches? !

Jufeng was shocked.

Chu Xuan's face was still calm.

The first Dharma phase, within a few feet.

Even the strongest defensive Dharma phase.

Unless the Heavenly Venerable came in person, the means of the Hedao cultivators could not break this defense at all.

Chu Xuan stretched out his hand and grabbed, and two flames rose in the palm of his hand.

"Your fists are exhausted, then it's my turn."