Chapter 78: One Blow to Ashes

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Lost the protection of the ban on the human emperor that year, the space of this world is no longer as strong as ever as before. The dozen Xianzun shot together, and instantly penetrated the world.

With Chu Xiu as the center, thousands of miles are round, the rules of heaven and earth dissipate, and return to chaos.

The chaotic wind breaks all the shape and intangible things within the range of the wind.

A Tsing Yi woman with a bronze ghost, barefoot hanging in the sky, and a graceful face on her face, holding her chest with her hands, watching Chu Xiu was drowned by chaotic wind. The bright red lips under the mask raised slightly, evoking a deep arc.

Everyone looked at the area that had become chaotic, and the fairy respected looked different.

"That man's kid should die."

"Nonsense, I waited for seventeen Xianzun to attack. Unless the other party is a figure of the Emperor Xianxian, it will definitely die ..."

In fact, the life and death of the human race is not important for them. The key is the issue of the ownership of the creation of the creation of the Qingping sword. The fairy respects each other with their own minds, vigilance with each other, and calmly pull away the distance to prevent being attacked.

"This treasure has a relationship with my demon domain. I think you should not compete with the deity." A head of the antlers and the old -fashioned old man, Pi, said with a smile. During his talk, he gently stroked the fishing rod in his hand.

The fishing rod is only one feet long, and the surface is green, and it looks like a Xiangfei bamboo that just folded from the side of the road. However, it is such a seemingly unusual fishing rod, but it brings a sense of incredible crisis to the present, making them very afraid.

"If you say a word casually, you want to let us make the treasures in his hands, fishing the sea, your appetite is too big, and you are not afraid of breaking your stomach?" The strange voice of Yin and Yang came from behind the crowd. The handsome man dressed as a scholar was a middle -aged man and a palace beauty woman standing beside him. All three were Xianzun Xiu, the young man of the scholar was the highest, and it had reached the late Xianzun, and the other two were in the middle.

Fishing Haiweng held a fishing rod in one hand and slowly turned around. He looked up and down for a while, and his mouth grinned, revealing a few dark teeth.

The scholar's youth raised his chin proudly, and the fishing man was not afraid of each other.

"There is no fairyland, the person in the Kui Xian Dynasty, haha, when will a junior dare to talk to the old man like this."

The young man's face changed slightly.

"Why, the deity despise you, not convinced?"

Fishing Haiweng squinted his eyes, and the fishing rod in his hands waved lightly. A thin silver fish line quietly did not enter the void, which stirred a ripple.

The pupils of the scholar suddenly shrinking suddenly, and the roots of sweats were erected.

"Fishing Hai Weng, you are crazy, but I am the royal family of Kuixian. Do you dare to shoot me? Are you not afraid that Emperor Xian is furious?" The young man of the scholar shouted in disbelief.

"Wang Ye, hurry up ..." The middle -aged man flashed in front of the scholar, his expression was unprecedented.

The beautiful woman in the palace is also a decisive person. She grabbed the young man's wrist, and she had to show her best at the magical magic of the 遁 遁, and took him away from this place.

"Hey, go? You can't go away ..." Haiweng sneered, he was like a skilled fishing guy, and there was no extra movement, but he just lifted the fish rod and the fish line connected to the void suddenly suddenly. Tight.

The next moment, the three people in the Quexian dynasty seemed to be settled in place, and stiffly stood in place. If you observe it carefully, you can find that the three people do not know when they have been penetrated by three silver fish lines.

Fishing Haiweng woke up with a grin, holding the fishing rod with a force to mention back. The scholars, middle -aged men and beautiful women flew out of their gods. The three fairy -respected souls with white light, like three inconspicuous fish, slowly fell into the hands of fishing in fishing under all Xianzun. No matter how the three souls are struggling or burning, they cannot escape the control of the dry and black right hand.

The soul was taken away.

The three people's body fell from high altitude ...

Fishing Haiweng nodded with satisfaction, throwing the soul of the three into the dirty bamboo fish basket in the waist. After doing all of this, he looked up at the others present, grinning with a grin, showing a few black teeth in his mouth.

He used a thunder to suppress the three fairy -saving, intending to kill chickens and monkeys. He wanted to shock all the fairy -respected present, because he understood that only in this way can he win the treasure and become the only winner.

The person present is not the essence of hundreds of thousands of years and millions of years. They knew it very well. But no one wants to jump out the first, becoming the second chicken.

Even if you are not afraid of the strong man who fishing Hailong, he does not want to stand up at this time. Therefore, the scene has a moment of silence. No one spoke, but just looking at the eyes of Haiweng Weng became more and more jealous.

Nympho

Fishing Haiweng squinted his eyes to see the people's expression, wrinkles stretched, and smiled like a dangerous old fox. Just when he was about to continue something, in the chaotic wind formed by everyone's magical bombardment, he slowly walked out of a long figure.

The smile on Haiweng's face froze.

Looking at Chu Xiu, who was unharmed and indifferent at this time, the fairy -respected people who had previously shot Chu Xiu could not be calm.

How is it possible? Our dozen Xianzun shots together. Not only is he okay, but there is no trace of scratches on even clothes.

One after another, eyes fell on Chu Xiu, and a big question mark appeared above everyone's head at the same time.

How did he do it?

"I know, I know, a person like him will never fall easily, hahaha, old ghost, am I right?" Chi Qingxianzun kept patting Tianyan Patriarch on the shoulder, his expression excited. People who don't know would think that he and Chu Xiu are close friends.

Tianyan Patriarch's mouth twitched, and his eyes were also deeply shocked.

He was glad that he listened to Chi Qingxianzun's advice and did not chase Chu Xiu. This monster, seventeen immortals joined forces to kill him, how could he, Tianyan Patriarch, kill him.

...

At the front of the group of immortals, Diao Haiweng was just stunned for a moment.

"Young man, I have to say that you are really lucky, so how are you going to deal with my next magical power?"

As his voice fell, the fishing rod in his hand shook, and a fishing line sank into the void, stirring up layers of ripples. Seeing this scene, the eyes of the immortals looking at Chu Xiu could not help but become sympathetic.

They spread their divine thoughts and focused them on Chu Xiu's forehead. As expected, a silver fishing line appeared strangely out of thin air and instantly pierced his forehead.

"Hey, he's dead." An immortal shook his head and sighed, closed his eyes, and seemed to be unable to bear to continue watching. The others looked like they were watching a good show, waiting for Diao Hai Weng to capture and suppress Chu Xiu's soul. However, no one noticed that Diao Hai Weng's demeanor had changed dramatically. From the initial calmness, to doubt, and finally the look he gave Chu Xiu became as horrified as if he had seen a ghost.

Just now, when the fishing line pierced Chu Xiu's forehead, he was shocked to find that there was no soul in Chu Xiu's altar, and then he felt countless souls in his body.

Damn!

Does he have countless souls?

Impossible, absolutely impossible....

Of course he didn't know that when Chu Xiu broke through the Red Dust Immortal, his soul split into 12 trillion parts, each of which merged into the 12 trillion particles of his body... His body and soul had already merged into one, and his immortal body had reached the point of perfection. Diao Hai Weng wanted to fish out his soul, which was just like a mayfly shaking the sky, ridiculous and overestimating himself.

"The law of space, plus the magic method of locking the soul, can suppress the special silk thread of the cultivator's soul, is this your confidence?" Chu Xiu raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of teasing, raised his right hand and flicked the fishing line that pierced his eyebrows...

Duang...

The piercing sound of the string resounded throughout this world.

The fishing line broke with a sound.

Diao Hai Weng's face turned pale, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He was connected to the fishing line with his mind and spirit. The fishing line broke, and he was seriously injured. For a while, he could no longer use this strange method of fishing for people's souls.

"I've accepted your tricks, so how are you going to deal with mine?"

Chu Xiu flicked his sleeves and took a step forward, the stars shifted.

Time and space folded like a curtain under his feet.

In less than one hundred thousandth of a breath, he crossed tens of thousands of miles and suddenly appeared three steps in front of the fisherman.

The fisherman's hair stood on end, and he felt an unprecedented life-and-death crisis coming. His lips moved: "Stop, you can't kill me... I'm from the demon realm..."

"Too much nonsense, take the punch!!"

Chu Xiu stepped forward and bowed, punching out.

Boom! !

Time and space overturned under this punch, chaos boiled, and countless chaotic winds swirled in the air. This punch was so shocking that it was not enough to describe it! All the immortals present changed their faces, and were lifted by the surging chaotic airflow and thrown out to an unknown distance! When they stabilized their bodies and looked towards the center of the field in horror. Apart from the slender figure who slowly put away his right fist, there was no trace of Diao Hai Weng.

Diao Hai Weng, the old monster who claimed to be invincible in the same realm.

He was turned into ashes by a single blow, no, not even ashes were left.

Hiss…

Chu Xiu’s eyes swept across the faces of the horrified immortals, and he said coldly: “Three breaths…”

The immortals were stunned, not knowing what he meant by this.

“Disappear immediately within three breaths, otherwise, don’t leave.”

Chu Xiu’s words exploded in everyone’s ears like thunder.