"Come out! King Huang Shen!"
With a finger of Xu Yi's hand, a voice suddenly came out from the crack that appeared around him. This voice contained a kind of pure power, without any impurities.
The nature of this power has no destruction or vitality. It is purely a power "generated from heaven and earth". Pure and flawless, Lu Yi had never seen such pure power.
A tall figure, wearing a crown, his skin is like jade, endless haze, mist, emanating from the muscles of his body. This turned out to be an Aragami, but this Aragami was much more powerful than all the Aragami.
Lu Yi's subjugation of the twelve ancient desolate gods is roughly equivalent to the level of the creator of seven thunder tribulations. But the haze on the desolate god summoned by Xu Yi now is much stronger than that of the twelve ancient desolate gods. It shows how strong the physique is.
"Probably, Lord Styx, you think my magic weapon is only a Yang Shen Thought? Today I will let you see my newly trained supreme body, the King of Wild Gods. This is based on my central world. I have created this Desolate God King with countless details, and today is the first time I take action!"
Xu Yi pointed his hand again, and the Desolate God King looked at Lu Yi and punched out. The sky collapsed, ghosts cried and gods howled, and blood-red light fell from the sky, as if the sky was a piece of flesh and blood that had been broken. , the blood flows.
"As expected, the Central World has a profound foundation. The Twelve Desolate Gods were taken away by me. In the blink of an eye, a more powerful Desolate God King was created, even more powerful than the Twelve Desolate Gods!" Lu Yi had to admire the foundation of the Central World.
This Desolate God King is not unpowerful, its strength is equivalent to the peak of human immortals, that is, the peak of nine thunder tribulations. However, even Xu Yi himself knew that such strength could not pose a fatal threat to Lu Yi.
In the boat of creation, rolling thunder surged out again. As the thunder shook, eight pitch black, vast and boundless platforms with a radius of hundreds of miles appeared in the air.
On these eight platforms, thunder and lightning roared, absorbing countless free electric energy between heaven and earth. The thunder energy seemed to be like a Tai Chi thunder pool.
There are nine Heavenly Thunder Towers in the central world, which can be owned by eight ministers and one core leader. Last time, because eight ministers were killed by Lu Yi, Xu Yi could only control Tianlei Tower to fight Lu Yi alone.
However, now the eight Heavenly Thunder Platforms have new controllers, and these are all the top powers in the central world. Among them was Meng Wuhen, the master of nine thunder tribulation peaks and the head of the Meng Family in the Central World.
The most mysterious family and the most powerful family in the central world is not the Xu family, nor the Xu family of Mr. Xu, but the Meng family. Meng Bingxin, Meng Bingyun, and the Meng family who are inextricably linked to Meng Shenji.
Rumor has it that the ancestor of the Meng family was Pan's good friend, "Meng", and a master at the Yangshen level. After Pan created the central world, "Dream" also followed Pan, migrating his disciples into the world, and finally disappeared.
Therefore, in the central world, the ancestors of the Meng family are richer than the saint families in the vast world, because they are descendants of the Yang God. At this time, facing Lu Yi, a formidable enemy, even the Meng family could not sit still and wanted to kill Lu Yi.
These nine thunder towers flew out from the boat of creation, passed through the void, and suppressed Lu Yi. Among the nine thunder towers, there was one that flew faster than them, and it took almost no time to snatch it in front of Lu Yi.
This thunder platform suddenly shrunk and turned into a palm-sized, octagonal black round platform. The round platform fell into the hands of a middle-aged man dressed all in white. As soon as this middle-aged man appeared, his whole body was surrounded by a dream.
Accompanying this dreamland are endless butterflies, dancing butterflies. The middle-aged man took it away with one palm, and in an instant, among the millions of dancing butterflies, he slapped Lu Yi with one palm.
"Dream Butterfly? What a powerful magical power. Even a master of nine thunder tribulations can't tell who is the real self and who is the butterfly in the face of this move. Is it me in the dream or the butterfly in the dream? ?" Lu Yi looked at this middle-aged man and admired his magical powers.
"Yes, it's me! Lord Styx, even if your strength is earth-shattering, it is impossible for you to fight against our entire central world by yourself. You underestimate the power of our central world. Now that the nine thunder towers have arrived here, you Even if you have great supernatural powers, you can’t resist it!”
The middle-aged man continued to grab Lu Yi and suddenly shouted: "The dream has awakened!"
"Boom!"
All over his body, in the dream, the dancing butterflies vibrated and their wings exploded. The explosion of each butterfly's wings caused a wave of soul fluctuations. When these billions of soul fluctuations were connected, it was like the heaven and earth were resonating, and the heaven and the earth were resonating. The power is infinite, enough to kill the Creator and seriously injure the master of nine thunder tribulations.
"Your strength is good, but not enough. Your dream-returning magical power is of no use to me. You have to surrender here today!" Facing these soul shocks, Lu Yi stood tall in the starry sky.
Lu Yi's whole body shone with golden light, which was immortal. He struck out with a palm and swept across it. Suddenly, all the soul waves sent by Meng Wuhen were swept away, and Lu Yi struck Meng Wuhen on the head with another move.
Seeing a palm approaching Meng Wuhen's head, an octagonal, pitch-black platform blocked Lu Yi's palm. It was Meng Wuhen who raised the Heavenly Thunder Platform, blocking Lu Yi's move to shatter the void. hit.
At the same time, eight masters, with eight sky thunder platforms, surrounded Lu Yi again. Including the sky thunder platforms in Meng Wuhen's hand, there were nine in total. All of them were connected together, and the waves they emitted were almost It can be compared to the King of Artifacts.
"Do you think that the nine thunder towers combined into one can deal with me?" Lu Yi did not move, but said coldly, with a look of disdain on his face.
"Emperor Shang, Emperor Yin, why don't you come out? Kill the leader of the Styx! Find his secrets, conquer the world, and gain immeasurable luck. We will definitely become Yangshen!" Xu Yi Standing on a thunder platform, looking up to the sky and roaring.
At the moment of Xu Yi's long roar, above the endless turbulence of the void, a red sun truly fell. Accompanying this red sun was a bright moon.
"Boom!"
In a red sun, a flame palace appeared. Deep in the flame palace, Lu Yi saw a middle-aged man whose whole body was red. Standing beside him were two men and one woman.
But in the bright moon, a woman's figure emerged. This woman was wearing long-sleeved cold clothes and her eyes were like the moon. She seemed to have concentrated all the coldness, indifference, and aloofness in her body. Looking at this woman, it was as if she was seeing the incarnation of Leng Yue.
These two beings are powerful masters who live above the sun and moon. They have existed since the Middle Ages. They opened caves and never came into contact with the world. They were two monks, Emperor Shang and Emperor Yin, one man and one woman.
As soon as Emperor Shang and Emperor Yin landed, they faced Lu Yi and killed him with one palm strike. As soon as Lu Yi moved his body, he saw the sun and moon tides condensed in this palm, swarming in and wrapping themselves around him again.
"These two great masters both have nine thunder tribulations!"
Facing the grand art of the Sun and Moon Tide Art, Lu Yi's body remained still, and he just slapped a palm with his hand. The huge power turned into a giant palm that held up the sky, swept across the starry sky, and actually tore apart the torrent of the Sun and Moon Tide. Go against the current.
"There is a road to heaven but you don't take it, and hell has no door but you break in! In this case, I will help you." Lu Yi's palm lifted up the sky, covering the starry sky, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of Emperor Shang and Emperor Yin, and struck out violently.
"court death!"
Emperor Shang's expression did not change when he saw that Lu Yi actually penetrated the tides of the sun and moon with one palm. But at this time, he could not hesitate. The Sun Palace where he lived suddenly accelerated and hit Lu Yi directly. He uttered two words coldly.
"Let's see who is looking for death!"
A palm lifted up to the sky, carrying an invincible spirit, sweeping across the galaxy, traveling through infinite space, and striking the Sun Palace with a fierce palm. "Crack!" The entire Sun Palace was split open by a palm and began to collapse.
Emperor Shang's Sun Palace is very powerful. It forms a cave of its own and has a thunder pool. I don't know how many heavenly materials and earthly treasures were used to condense it. I don't know how much ancient golden crows and phoenix blood were used, plus the powerful... The true fire of the sun has been sacrificed and refined for five to six thousand years, tens of thousands of years.
It can be said that in this Sun Palace, there are few magic weapons in the world that can match its power. Moreover, the qualifications of the mysterious Shang Emperor are much older than those of the Dark Emperor Taoist and even the founder of the Great Zen Temple, Zen. The magic power is even more powerful, a world of its own, and invincible.
But now, Lu Yi just cracked the Sun Palace with just one palm, and it was a palm that looked light and did not use all his strength. It can be seen that its fierce power is permeated, covering the eight wastelands of the universe, the three realms and the six realms.
"How dare you damage my palace! True King Leng Yan! True King Lie Yan! True King Poison Flame! Listen to my orders and form the Golden Crow Flame Formation!"
The mysterious Shang Emperor was blasted out of the palace by Lu Yi. He was immediately furious. It seemed that his authority was being challenged. He couldn't help but scream loudly and shake the sky. His hands flew around. Deep in the core of the palace, he pointed at the sky and drew on the earth, drawing many pictures. At the same time, he punched out the talisman again, like opening a waterproof gate, and a "rumbling" sound resounded throughout the world.
Suddenly, he opened a secret space. As soon as this secret space was opened, blazing flames roared out, like a rolling torrent, a thousand times more ferocious than a rock eruption. Much of the air was burned, presenting a twisted force field.
Time and space changed accordingly. At this moment, the world changed to an era. This was the era of fire. In this era, only the elves in the fire could survive, and everything else was reduced to ashes.
In this torrent of blazing flames, Lu Yi saw that there were thousands of three-legged golden crows flying and soaring in the torrent. The golden crows at the head were all majestic. With their wings spread out, they could carry a mountain-like figure. Flames, wind and thunder are enough to burn mountains and boil seas.
"There is no need for Emperor Shang to be angry. This time the leader of the Styx Church will not be able to escape!"
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