Today, after endless years, Huahua once again set foot on the Soul River, and encountered the enemy of life and death in the past. He also completely went berserk. His black hair danced wildly, and his eyes were red, and he frantically attacked the six-faced head.
Boom boom boom! At this moment, the depths of the Soul River were completely immersed in a huge melee. The carrion and the bull-headed monster, the flower and the six-faced head, the old man's skin and the peacock soul mother. Our battlefield has long been covered by endless destructive power.
In a confrontation of forces at this level, even the most powerful Immortal King Realm warriors could not come close, and the battle was extremely brutal.
At the same time, among the big figures in the Soul River, the only terrifying figure still standing, the Nine-Colored Soul Master, also took action. With an unparalleled terrifying aura erupting from his body, he headed straight for the battlefield of Old Man Pi Jiudaoyi.
Compared with several other opponents on the battlefield, Jiu Daoyi, an old antique, undoubtedly made all the big figures in Soul River feel more uneasy. After all, behind him, he was carrying the foundation of the most powerful Taoist tradition in the ancient times, as well as the legendary one. Every trace of human being!
Bang! The nine-color soul master took action, earth-shaking and unparalleled. When he came to kill, he used the most powerful secret technique. The vast soul river was surging, and one secret and dark portal after another continued to appear in the void, as if it could be swallowed. Everything in the world is like a whirlpool of black holes. Any creature that comes even slightly close will be sucked in, including some local monster creatures deep in the Soul River!
Black hole vortices appeared from one side after another, shrouding the sky above the battlefield where Jiu Daoyi was. Even the tattered war spear in his hand could not pierce them all. With every small destruction, the strange white hole vortex was speeding up. Repair, and getting smaller and smaller, is broken toward me covering up.
"Hey, old man, don't waste your efforts. This is the secret method of my soul river. It is inherited from these existences at the end. It is the source of soul destruction. It can eliminate all vitality of all spirits in the sky, including all soul-light substances. Even if No matter how powerful he is, he can't resist it, just accept your fate!" The four-color soul master has a tall body, surrounded by chaotic mist. I slide my hands, pushing one white and dark vortex to come up, and go straight to the four paths. That's it. Putting the former into a passive situation is a bit difficult to resist.
Boom! I just watched the four-color soul master and the peacock soul mother join forces to suppress the four paths, and when they were about to suppress the hunt, at the critical moment, ripples in the void rolled, and a thin and mysterious white robe appeared. The figure emerged, with the rung behind.
With me as the center, without the laws of time and space permeating the air, the two torrents merged together to form the legendary vortex of time, directly breaking through the secret blockade of the four-color soul master.
"Since he is here today, let's stay here. The so-called time path method should be completely cut off and dissipated in the long river of time." The four-color soul master's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he walked towards the big world step by step. The old man forced me over, and the energy of my Tao Xing Soul Light continued to expand, becoming a little weaker than before.
Especially after so many years of experiencing this tragic battle between the heavens, all the living beings in the Soul River have seen the horror of the master of the way of time. This majestic figure of the emperor, this little bell on his head, is arbitrary. The unparalleled combat power of the few peak giants in Soul River was too weak, and it was precisely this that happened in the most tragic battle with Bai An in the past year.
"The aura of soul light in this old man's body contains the origin of the treasure of time. Am I... the founder of this volume of broken time scriptures!?" Among the camps of weak people in the world, the burly and domineering figure of Madman Wu stood tall. At the end, my purple pupils were filled with light, staring closely at the figure of the old man in the seventh battlefield, and my fists were clenched consciously.
That also touched Madman Wu's heart a little, and his fighting spirit was low. As a post-historical mythical figure, he was revered as the enemy Martial Emperor by the world. Today, he is fighting against the ancient white and dark forces such as Soul River and reaching the end of Soul River. Madman Wu He is also extremely crazy, eager to find these legendary weak existences and have a bloody battle to hone himself.
In the end, the Soul River, the Ancient Underworld, the Tomb of the Emperor of Heaven, and other ancient places were completely suppressed before paying a huge price. All the factors that caused trouble and chaos were completely suppressed. Together with this statue with a small bell on its head and its back to all living beings, the unparalleled The emperor's shadow, the emperor's blood stained the heavens, and he fell sadly!
From under the old man, I felt a familiar yet profound strange aura. It was of the same origin as the time treasure technique I practiced, but it was obviously much weaker than my attainments under the Time Path.
But at this moment, I have the heart of the Martial Emperor to fight against the heaven and the earth, but I have no scruples. The more I fight, the weaker I become. Fighting to support the war is the Martial Emperor's method to achieve breakthroughs and promotions.
At the very least, it made Si Daoyi's old man skin feel a little relieved. If so, it wouldn't be too difficult for my old man skin to face the Peacock Soul Mother and the Four Color Soul Master at the same time.
"Could it be that he is also the inheritor of a certain Heavenly Emperor's tradition in this legend!?" Facing the big old man who suddenly jumped out, the Four-Colored Soul Master and the Peacock Soul Mother were both shocked. The Time Trail has been the most important since ancient times. Deep and mysterious, even those who have reached our level of cultivation are extremely wary of this.
Nawu Madman can be regarded as the next talent that can be created. Compared with the original plot, if he can be cultivated and guided by himself, his achievements and Taoist strength will be slightly improved, far beyond the past, and he can be regarded as a contemporary of the Holy Ruins Era. "Senior" is one of the top weaklings!
"Hmph, a mere idle cloud and wild crane dares to jump out and make an enemy of my soul river. Look at this old guy, he is getting tired of living."
But the appearance of the big old man in front of him, this supreme secret technique of the Time Path, faintly made the Peacock Soul Mother, the Four-Colored Soul Master and others lose any peace of mind.
"That is the legendary power of time. How could his old guy get such a broken and weak inheritance of time?"
Boom boom boom! From then on, in the depths of the Soul River, in the eight battlefields, another terrifying battlefield was opened up again. The four-color soul master faced off against the white-robed old man. As soon as they fought, an unparalleled and tragic small battle broke out.
"Haha, your big old man is just a wandering cloud and a crane. He is not the inheritance of the Emperor of Heaven as you imagined. But today, standing in the camp of the heavens and the small world, I am afraid that I will have to take action myself and do my best." Although the figure of the old man in white robe looked strong, and there was no aura of top-notch weaklings surrounding him, my appearance slightly changed the situation on the battlefield.
Jiang Yan, who was secretly observing the situation on the battlefield behind him, noticed the subtle changes under Madman Wu and nodded secretly.
At this time, if he had not been concerned about the two leading figures at the rear of his camp, Jiang Yan, Yaoyao, etc., Madman Wu would have retreated long ago. Even though my Taoist background is still relatively shallow, there are still Fa Zheng and Si Color Soul. Lord, the Peacock Soul Mother is on par with others.
The end of the Soul River was undergoing extreme changes, and even summoned these legendary dharma words, which are the lowest living beings that can be described!
