In the past, Wu Tie relied on the divine whip to fight against the six Xuan Ming Ancestors.
Today, Wu Tie naturally let go of his hands and feet when facing an ancestor Xuan Ming who came in a hurry.
Without using the Taichu Crown or other magical powers and secret techniques, Wu Tie used the magical powers of the sky, the earth, and the three heads and six arms to transform into a giant thousands of feet tall. He waved his fist and hit the opponent with a hammer.
Xuan Ming is also from the witch clan.
The physical body is strong and tyrannical, and he is born close to the cold and mysterious air between heaven and earth. He has cultivated to such a deep level that he can freeze the world with coldness.
In the age of ancient mythology, some people once deduced that the bloodline of the Wu clan was the true legacy of Pangu, a weakened version of the tyrannical body of the saint who created the world.
Whether Wu Tie or the ancestor Xuan Ming in front of him, both of them can be called extremely weakened versions of the Pangu saint. The two of them punched and kicked, and they hit each other head-on, shaking the ground. The frozen earth keeps opening deep cracks.
Every time Ancestor Xuan Ming punched out, the terrifying cold air pulled out traces of ice crystals visible to the naked eye in the air.
Wu Tie's whole body was ignited with bloody flames. He punched out, leaving traces of flames in the air. The two fists collided in the air, ice and fire clashed, and large pieces of lightning and thunder burst out, causing the void to shake.
Wu Tie and his opponent were fighting head-on here, but there was really no technical content, and the changes in his magical powers were not eye-catching at all.
Xi Wule, who was on the side, fought against a strong opponent for the first time in his life, but his performance was extremely brilliant.
A bolt of lightning was seen swaying in the air, with fragments of fragments, each fragment disappearing in a flash. Ordinary people could not see where Xi Wule's true body was. A halberd with lightning splashing made a deafening roar and stabbed at the body of the Xuan Ming Ancestor wildly, until the ice armor was scattered. The Xuan Ming Ancestor's body flashed with lightning and he kept making loud cries of pain.
That is to say, ancestor Xuan Ming belongs to the same lineage of the Wu clan, and his body is extremely strong. Xi Wule's halberd can only penetrate three feet of the opponent's body every time.
For an ordinary person, three feet into the flesh would have been a fatal injury.
But facing Patriarch Xuanming's height of more than 900 feet, this injury is just a superficial problem.
Every inch of Ancestor Xuanming's flesh and blood is filled with terrifying freezing energy. These freezing energies are accumulated layer by layer, as if the body is covered with countless layers of soft armor. Countless years of tempering with freezing energy have forged their bodies to be countless times stronger than icebergs that have been around for thousands of years.
Every time Xi Wule hit the opponent with a blow, he felt as if his halberd had been stabbed into an iron lump, and the shock was extremely powerful.
In the blink of an eye, the thunder halberd hit the opponent tens of thousands of times, but the damage suffered by the opponent was not serious. The terrible freezing air acted as a great barrier to the conduction of thunder and lightning, and the thunder on the halberd was unable to do anything at all. Invading the opponent's body.
Xiwu Le let out a long roar, and like Wu Tie, he also transformed into the size of a thousand feet, and also transformed into three heads and six arms.
The halberd in his hand swayed in the wind, turning into three identical lightning halberds. Six arms grasped the halberd, and the strength and frequency of the attacks suddenly increased by more than a hundred times.
I saw a tornado made of thunder roaring and spinning next to the ancestor of Xuan Ming. Countless electric rays tore through the void and struck him with a terrifying sound of thunderstorms. The density of the thunder light was so dense that it was like a waterfall of thunder light constantly washing over the body of Ancestor Xuan Ming.
The ancestor of Xuan Ming also lost his temper. He roared crazily, and huge hexagonal ice crystals continued to condense around him.
Pieces of ice crystals stacked up to form thick ice shields. Rays of lightning fell, shattering the ice shields continuously, but the ice shields also kept emerging.
These old monsters who survived who knows how many thousands of years ago, their realm is certainly very high, and their mana has accumulated to a level that can be called "boundless mana".
Countless pieces of hexagonal ice crystals popped up crazily, and the accumulated ice shields became more and more thick. Xi Wule attacked with all his strength, constantly smashing large ice shields, but the ice shield in front of him could not He was forced back by the thick ice shield, getting further and further away from his opponent.
Ancestor Xuanming, who was covered under a thick ice shield, took a breath, blew out a stream of black smoke from his mouth, and murmured: "It's amazing, little guy... At the first level of the Divine Realm, you can compete with Ancestor I played very well."
Shaking his head, the Xuan Ming Ancestor said in a deep voice: "There is no young man in our snowy plains who has such a talent as you... So, you must die. If you don't die, wait until you grow up and reach our realm. We old brothers may not be your opponents."
With a roar of laughter, the Xuan Ming Ancestor suddenly swayed and turned into a cold light, breaking away from countless ice shields and rushing towards Xi Wule with a biting coldness.
Ancestor Xuan Ming waved his right hand, and a murderous ice scimitar flashed away. In an instant, the scimitar struck Xi Wule three thousand times in a row.
After all, Ancestor Xuanming is also from the witch clan.
The Witch Clan is physically strong and has outstanding combat prowess. Every Witch Clan warrior has a unique talent for fighting.
These Xuan Ming ancestors were able to grow to today's level because they fought in bloody battles one after another. Fighting has become an instinct, deeply engraved in their bones.
Their fighting skills, their use of weapons, fists and kicks are definitely much better than those of juniors like Wu Tie and Xi Wule.
Xi Wule was only over a thousand years old, and Wu Tie was not even a hundred years old.
Even if they fight every day, how many enemies have they encountered since birth
As for these Xuan Ming immortals, they have participated in tens of thousands of bloody battles. The enemies they have seen are hundreds or thousands of times more than those seen by Wu Tie and Xi Wule.
In a sudden charge, the innate spiritual treasure-level ice scimitar slashed out strangely and erratically.
Xi Wule clearly saw the trajectory of this slash, but he couldn't dodge it, and he had no time to dodge it.
Even though his innate magical power was thunder and lightning, and even though his escape speed was extremely fast, he was still unable to dodge this round of slashes.
A total of three thousand knives struck Xi Wule solidly in one ten-thousandth of a finger snap.
And if you look carefully, you can see that these three thousand knives hit the same knife mark.
The dark purple heavy armor on Xi Wule's body spurted out a tsunami of thunderous lightning, and then the lightning was torn apart layer by layer and shattered layer by layer. The scimitar slashed on the heavy armor, making a harsh and sharp impact.
With a thousand cuts, the heavy armor was split open.
Xi Wule's whole body erupted with a dazzling electric light, and his whole body turned into a ball of blazing electricity.
With another thousand cuts, Xi Wule's protective lightning was shattered. The scimitar tore open his flesh, cut off three of his ribs, and penetrated directly to his heart.
At the critical moment of life and death, three life-saving talismans refined by the Xi clan's supreme leader burst out simultaneously in Xi Wule's body.
Three extremely powerful divine power fluctuations rose into the sky, and a ball of divine light turned into a piece of light armor, protecting Xi Wule.
The extremely fast and swift slashes of a thousand knives fell on the light armor. With a loud bang, the light armor split into countless spider web-like cracks. However, the light armor blocked this round of slashes from the ancestor Xuan Ming. The armor is only shattered, not shattered.
Another ball of divine light turned into a pair of light wings and attached to Xi Wule's back. Xi Wule's light escape speed suddenly tripled.
Xi Wule's light wings flickered behind him, and his body turned into countless afterimages, avoiding the crazy slashes from Ancestor Xuan Ming.
In the third ray of divine light, a low roar came: "Who dares to harm our Qilin son?"
The third divine light transformed into a big bloody hand with a radius of thousands of feet, and grabbed the upper body of the Xuan Ming Ancestor with a slap in the face, and then slapped it hard on the ground.
The Xuan Ming Patriarch's body froze, and a large amount of cold air spurted out from his body, forcing his body to resist the slap of the bloody divine light hand.
The ear-piercing cracking sound was heard endlessly, and the big bloody hand was rushed by the cold air. A loud noise was heard, the big bloody hand shattered, and the thick cold air on the ancestor Xuan Ming was completely torn away.
Ancestor Xuanming staggered back hundreds of steps and grinned: "Hey, kid, relying on your ancestors to save your life is not a good man's behavior... Hehe, it seems that your family has enough background, otherwise the ancestor just stabbed him. It’s going to kill you.”
Xi Wule's figure froze and appeared in mid-air more than twenty miles away.
He gritted his teeth and stroked the incision near his ribs.
The scimitar had just entered his body, less than half an inch from his heart, and he truly felt the shadow of death. If it weren't for the methods left by the ancestor of the Xi clan, he would have been killed by his opponent.
Blinking his eyes, Xi Wule looked at Wu Tie who was frantically exchanging punches with his opponent.
"This kid, single-handedly challenged six, how did he do it?" Xi Wule gritted his teeth, his face suddenly turned red.
At Xi Bubai's place, Xi Wule obtained Wu Tie's information clearly and clearly.
Wu Tie is only a hundred years old, but he is already over a thousand years old.
Moreover, Wu Tie was promoted to the realm of gods some time earlier than him.
He is his cousin and Wu Tie is his cousin.
Wu Tie has the blood of the Wu clan and the Wa clan flowing in his body, and he himself has the blood of the Wa clan, the Xi clan, and the Wu clan.
Wu Tie has been weak and weak since childhood, and cannot even complete a set of the most basic body tempering boxing techniques.
And he has been a thunder body since he was a child. When he was three or five years old, his physical strength was enough to chase the body cultivation blaster in the womb realm.
But looking at it now, he is really not as powerful as Wu Tie...
"This kid is a monster." Xi Wule gritted his teeth, took out a healing elixir and swallowed it. He gripped the halberd and charged towards the Xuan Ming Ancestor again.
He can't appear to be too much weaker than Wu Tie.
In Xi Bubai's perfect vision, in the future, the cousins Wu Tie and Xi Wule would join forces to support each other and develop the Wu clan and the Fuxi Kingdom to a new level.
We will be partners who support each other in the future, so we must be of equal strength.
Xi Wule cannot be much weaker than Wu Tie!
For this reason, it is impossible for Xi Yao to take over the position of God Emperor of Fuxi Divine Kingdom.
Because Xi Yao was defeated head-on by Wu Tie, and now he is still imprisoned by Wu Tie for who knows where.
As a future ally... you have been defeated by the opponent before, so you are not qualified to be an ally.
Xi Bubai thought so, and the ancestors of the Xi tribe who already knew the cause and effect of the incident also thought so.
Otherwise, with the importance that the old men of the Xi tribe attach to Xi Wule, how could they possibly allow Xi Wule, a treasured pup, to personally lead an army into the surface world to help Wu Tie resist the invasion of the Snowfield tribe
Xi Wule's whole body was spitting out dazzling electric light.
The natural thunder patterns on his body continued to emerge, and a fist-sized thunder seal quietly condensed in his heart. The void was rolling around, and large dark clouds roared towards him.
Next to Xi Wule, the most basic five elements of energy in the world were violently agitating. All the five elements of energy were transformed into thunder attributes under the control of his innate magical power.
Gold profit.
Fire and thunder are violent.
The earth mines are heavy.
Mine is feminine.
The wooden thunder is long.
The power of the five elements turns into thunder with the attributes of the five elements.
Other strong winds, cold air, and even the sunlight falling from the sky also turned into lightning with corresponding attributes.
The wind turned into thunder.
The cold air turned into thunder.
The sunlight also burst out with traces of lightning, transforming into a complete thunder attribute.
At this moment, everything around Xi Wule turned into thunder, and the area around him became a realm of thunder.
And Xi Wule is the supreme master in this small thunder realm.
Ancestor Xuan Ming's expression changed slightly as he fought against Xi Wule.
He swung the scimitar across and blocked it in front of his chest.
The next moment, Xi Wule flashed in front of him out of thin air. He clenched his right hand into a fist. On his fist, a thunder seal several feet long and wide, carrying a breath of awe-inspiring laws of heaven and earth, was stamped heavily on the chest of Ancestor Xuan Ming. superior.
There was a loud noise, and all the cold energy in Ancestor Xuanming's body turned into lightning.
The cold energy in his body was constantly being assimilated by the lightning, just like boiling soup and splashing snow.
The powerful power of thunder passed through his internal organs, washing away waves throughout his body.
Ancestor Xuan Ming stared at Xi Wule in astonishment with wide eyes. His body was like a fallen leaf in the wind, and he flew backwards involuntarily. He was struck by Xi Wule's thunderbolt. The seal was blasted hundreds of miles away.
There was a loud bang, and Patriarch Xuanming, who was covered in flashes of lightning, fell to the ground in pain, with flashes of lightning all over his body, and pieces of burnt blood kept coughing out of his mouth.
Xi Wule laughed dryly. All his magic power was completely exhausted. With a 'dong' sound, he fell straight from the air and lay on the ground unable to move again.
This blow made Xi Wule extremely anxious. Not only did he use up all his mana, but he also burned 30% of his own essence and blood.
This was a life-threatening blow. Although the opponent was seriously injured, his own injuries were also serious.
The figure flickered, and Xi Bubai swooped over with a dozen Xi clan masters, grabbed Xi Wule, and quickly withdrew to the military city. Xi Bubai's white face was twitching, and he was so heartbroken that he almost cried.
"You bastard, how can you be so desperate? Haven't you seen those idiots from Yongzhuni? If you can't beat them, let them fight with all their might!" Xi Bubai angrily lectured Xi Wule: "They are subordinates, you have to Just learn to use the power in your hands."
Xi Wule giggled.
On Wu Tie's side, Wu Tie also let out a long roar.
Seeing Xi Wule repelling his opponent, Wu Tie's whole body erupted with a powerful wave of mana. He also exhausted all his mana in an instant, and then burned a small part of his blood essence.
The Taichu Crown slowly rotated, Wu Tie traced back time, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the Xuan Ming Ancestor in front of him tens of thousands of years ago.
He slowly stretched out his hands, grabbed the shadow in front of him and twisted it gently.
With a 'click', the head of Xuanming Ancestor in front of Wu Tie suddenly turned a thousand and eighty degrees on his neck.
The ancestor of Xuan Ming groaned, and blood spurted out from all seven orifices at the same time. He turned around and left without saying a word, jumping as fast as flying, and disappeared without a trace in a few seconds.