The power of the thunder bead is so powerful that it can kill even the top little saint.
Jiang Ping thought that Zi Yuyue was a lamb to be punished, but he ignored her identity as a saint of Zixiao Temple, and the life-saving means she had were not trivial.
The thunder bead exploded in an instant. Jiang Ping had a holy armor to protect him, but he was also blown up badly. He quickly stepped back without thinking, and he realized that Zi Yuyue would not give up.
Zi Yuyue really had no intention of letting him go. When he was fighting Yang Wu just now, she wanted to take action. Now that Jiang Ping was personally attacking, she had a good reason to take action.
Thunder Tongue Electric Sword!
She spit out an astonishing thunder and lightning sword, and stabbed Jiang Ping between his eyebrows in the blink of an eye. Jiang Ping's hair stood on end, and he was retreating crazily. The thunder and lightning sword chased after him, and a ray of light appeared between his eyebrows. If the bloodshot stabbed him even an inch forward, he would definitely die.
However, he has absolute confidence in his speed.
Talent - teleportation.
Jiang Ping's body staggered in an instant, narrowly escaping Zi Yuyue's fatal blow.
"Yu Yue, protect yourself, he is mine." Yang Wu Rulong rushed over and struck down with a domineering punch. This killing blow was no less powerful than any semi-saint.
Jiang Ping did not dare to take a direct hit, and activated his teleportation talent again. He staggered away and avoided Yang Wu's attack.
Yang Wu pursued him relentlessly, punching him one after another. The world formed a prison of Zhenwu, and the omnipresent fist light bombarded him endlessly. The world appeared in strange shapes, and its power soared into the sky.
Jiang Ping had nowhere to escape, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet. Anyway, he was not afraid of being beaten while wearing the holy robe.
Three Pure Holy Techniques!
Jiang Ping used his trump card, and suddenly three figures appeared. The three figures carried amazing power and blocked Yang Wu's attack at the same time.
Boom boom!
Wave after wave of battle sounds continued, causing a commotion comparable to a semi-saint battle.
The Three Pure Saints are extraordinary, but Yang Wu's fighting power is even better. His true boxing has an invincible spirit, and he can often become stronger when encountering strong ones. All three Jiang Pings were hit by Yang Wu, and one of them was hit. One person was kicked in the crotch, and the other was elbowed in the lower abdomen. The Qi of the Three Pure Ones merged together again, and Jiang Ping vomited blood and was injured.
If he hadn't worn the holy armor, Yang Wu's attack would have been enough to kill him.
"Perverted bastard!" Jiang Ping was afraid and ran away without hesitation.
Just as Yang Wu was pursuing, a loud voice rang out: "That's enough, the battle between you two brothers is over."
Yang Wu and Jiang Ping were both completely stunned.
A figure quietly appeared in the space between heaven and earth. It was Yang Wu's cheap master Haoren.
"He and I are from the same sect?" Yang Wu and Jiang Ping exclaimed after looking at Haoren, pointing at each other.
"Strictly speaking, you are all registered disciples of Tiangong. It is not an exaggeration to call you brothers." Haoren responded.
"Master, is this kind of lewd thief worthy of being my senior brother? It's okay if I don't kill him." Yang Wu said with no anger on his face.
Yang Wu had a bad impression of Jiang Ping. Even the best of brothers would turn against a man who dared to take advantage of his woman.
Although some people say that "women are like clothes and brothers are like brothers", the women referred to here are just prostitutes in brothels, or women who are not liked by men. If they are women who are liked, which man will allow them to be bullied? Woolen cloth
"Hehe, I think we are destined to be together. We met once in the Broken Space, once again in the God of War City, and again in the Tiangong Ruins. From now on, I recognize you as my brother." Jiang Ping said with a lewd look. , his eyes suddenly glanced at Zi Yuyue, and even Haoren was not taken seriously by him.
Yang Wu was so furious that he wished he could unleash the method of death and kill Jiang Ping.
"You don't have to argue. Being able to arrive here proves that you are both destined to the Heavenly Palace. After passing the test just now, Yang Wushu is superior and qualified to become my disciple. Jiang Ping, you inherit the inheritance of the 'Sanqing' lineage, and you also You are considered a disciple of my Tiangong, and since your fighting power is not as good as Yang Wu, you, as my junior brother, will help your senior brother and regain the glory of Tiangong as soon as possible." Haoren said with finality.
"I don't recognize this sect anymore." Yang Wu responded simply, and then he walked towards Zi Yuyue, intending to take her away with him.
"Hmph, it's not up to you. You guys will go into the 'Battle Tomb' and train for seven, seven, forty-nine days. Whoever can come out alive will be considered an official disciple of my Tiangong." Haoren said coldly. With a wave of his sleeve, Yang Wu and Jiang Ping fell towards a place in unison.
Both of them are very capable in fighting, but in front of Haoren, they really are nothing.
When they came back to their senses, they had arrived at a desolate place with numerous bones and heavy yin energy, like a mass grave.
The next moment, the bones here moved strangely, and each corpse turned into a puppet and killed Yang Wu and Jiang Ping.
In addition, there were screams and screams, and fierce souls rushed towards them with their teeth and claws.
The expressions of Yang Wu and Jiang Ping changed drastically. They did not expect that this place was so dangerous. They were attacked before they were mentally prepared. They were so frightened that they hurriedly attacked.
"Get out of here." Yang Wu shouted, waving his fist, and a dragon-like punch surged out, crushing the bones.
Bang bang!
The overbearing power raged fiercely, and every white bone was beaten into powder.
On the other side, Jiang Ping was also amazing. He caused waves of storms and turned many bones into powder.
However, the most dangerous thing was the attacks from those sharp souls, which charged at the divine court between the two of them with ferocious aura.
Once the soul is injured by these powerful spirits, it will be more serious than the physical injury.
Fortunately, Yang Wu had a good soul. He used the power of the fighting soul and shot continuously, beating all these remaining souls away into thin air.
Jiang Ping's soul power is not weak either. He was not able to destroy many remnant souls like Yang Wu, but a headband appeared between his eyebrows at some point, blocking the attacks of these powerful souls and making them return in vain. The released storm power blew them all to pieces.
"It's really vulnerable." Jiang Ping said disdainfully.
Just after he finished speaking, new bones appeared. Their bones were obviously harder than the previous ones, and their waving movements seemed agile. Their aggressiveness was unusually powerful, no less than any warrior in the Little Saint realm.
Jiang Ping's expression changed drastically. He was seeing these corpses rising up incessantly. They were so densely packed that it made people's scalp numb just by looking at them.
"Thirty-six strategies, escape is the best strategy." Jiang Ping is definitely running away. If he wants to survive here for seventy-seven forty-nine days, he can't spend a lot of combat power here from the beginning, otherwise he will die later. No burial place.
Yang Wu sensed that Jiang Ping had escaped, but he did not move. He spent ten years rebuilding the God of War Tower. Several peerless young martial gods were his sparring partners, and he fought with them every time until his profound energy was exhausted and his body was covered with scars.
If he wants to exert his ultimate martial arts power, fighting to support fighting is the best way.
On the way to the Tianyu Mountains, he was soaked in dragon marrow fluid and his physique improved again, but his potential limit had not yet been pushed out. Being thrown here this time might help him go further.
"Just think of it as returning to the God of War Tower." Yang Wu murmured, turning on the induction power to the maximum, and clearly sensing the bones of the surrounding attacking corpses, and he began to practice martial arts with them.
boom! boom!
Yang Wu no longer used Xuan Qi and attacked the bones with his bare hands. Each blow could hit the weakest part of the bones and break them into pieces.
These bones should have been controlled by the formation to attack them, and these bones had been stored for an unknown number of years. Each of the bones had more or less damaged and fragile places. Once hit, the bones would shatter.
Yang Wu fought faster and faster, and the corpses were swept away by him with pure force. The threat was not as high as expected. The only trouble was that there were too many corpses here. It would not be so easy to completely destroy them.
Yang Wu kept beating and took out the soldiers. The soldiers shot from left to right, destroying more bones.
The further Yang Wu went inside, the more powerful the corpses and remnant souls became. This place, which his master called a "battle tomb", was definitely not that simple.
There were many corpses with powerful souls, so Yang Wu simply stopped fighting. He ran the Xuanwu armor and hit the corpses forcefully. He was like Xuanwu breaking through the waves. The attacks of many corpses could not break the Xuanwu armor at all. Those powerful Even the soul cannot hurt his fighting spirit. This kind of pressure is not very big for him. He can squeeze through forcefully.
There were mountains of corpses, and as I kept going, the bones of the top little saint appeared. They were extremely hard. Every move and every move was like a little holy soldier attacking, and it was much more powerful than the bones at the beginning.
These attacks still couldn't break Yang Wu's Xuanwu armor, and the fierce souls that came over seemed much more ferocious, and the fighting souls had to summon up their energy to drive them all away.
At this time, Yang Wu stopped and murmured: "These corpses are not strong in combat effectiveness. They are better in numbers. Fighting with them cannot challenge my limits. I will take the opportunity to hone my defense."
So, Yang Wu sat down cross-legged, with Xuanwu armor flowing all over his body to block these attacks from harming him.
Xuanwu is the spiritual monster with the most powerful defensive power. Its Xuanwu armor has the power to remove most of the power from many attacks, and the remaining power is difficult to break even the hardest armor.
Jingle, jingle, jingle!
The bone blades of the corpse kept hitting the armor, making crisp sounds one after another, but failed to break the defense.
Yang Wu ran the Xuanwu armor to consume his power, and there were countless corpses. They took turns to attack. Under the knocks of waves of bone blades, some cracks quietly appeared in the Xuanwu armor.
Yang Wu secretly thought: "The strongest armor cannot withstand repeated attacks. Passive defense must be transformed into active defense. Perhaps this is the strongest way to defend."
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