"I see."
Xia Ping suddenly realized that he finally knew the real mystery of his previous magic spear in Helltown, and he had only obtained a little bit of fur before.
The level of this spear technique and martial arts is extremely high, unpredictable, perhaps even the holy level's unique knowledge can't be described.
And it has a total of seven spear methods, namely nature, killing, creating, destroying, devouring, washing, and reincarnation!
One style is stronger than one style, and one style is more unfathomable than the other. When the seven-style spear technique is successfully practiced, even the devil can easily suppress it in the depths of hell, and it is unmatched.
Boom~~
In an instant, Xia Ping clenched the spear of hell, the breath on his body was completely different, as if he had absorbed all the breath of hell, swallowed it into his body, and then pierced out with a spear, bursting out instantly.
The first style of the magic spear in hell town-nature!
The spear blasted out, and in an instant, various elements of earth, wind, water and fire appeared, the gossip universe, and the combination of various hexagrams, instantly condensed into a picture of hell with endless mana.
One after another volcanoes erupted, one after another toxic swamp was bubbling, and one after another yellow springs and rivers gathered in this hell picture scroll, as if to interpret the scene of hell.
In this hell scene, the supernatural craftsmanship contains infinite good fortune, all kinds of movement changes, the alternation of the sun and the moon, the natural method of Taoism, and the yin and yang are all contained in this trick.
After transmitting these few breaths of hell fascination, he has learned the first formula, and even mastered it, so once he took it, the power of the magic spear in hell town was increased several times.
"What kind of magical power is this?"
Many Xuantianmen disciples also felt the horror of this spear, as if hell descended, projecting the plane of hell onto the world, as if pulling an enemy into the depths of hell.
Even if they did not confront Xia Ping head-on, they still felt a strong hell aura while staying beside them, and it seemed that countless evil spirits would pull their souls into hell.
"How is it possible?! This is not a world-class knowledge, where did you learn it?!"
Chu Hen was taken aback. He did not expect that the strength of the boy in front of him would suddenly increase, and the power of his supernatural powers would increase several times in an instant, as if a qualitative change had occurred.
The horror of this spear, the moment he blasted, he felt that he had fallen into the Hell of Abi, his soul had been tortured thousands of times, his Qi was locked, and his whole body could not move.
Boom!
All kinds of defensive qigong and defensive magic weapons on his body were shattered to pieces, pierced immediately, and shocked into powder. Even the spear directly penetrated his abdomen, dripping with blood.
"Damn chopsticks!"
Chu Hen roared, his face sullen, he really did not expect the power of this spear to be so terrible, it directly pierced his defense, pierced his body, like a deadly spear, that would pierce his soul.
He ran the power of the golden core, burned the mana on his body, and increased his strength several times. Even the blood from the wound stopped flowing out. He immediately wanted to pull out the spear.
"late!"
Xia Ping took a palm and slapped it, and the mountain and river beads were thrown out. A picture of the country and society immediately covered a hundred li, and the vitality of the whole world seemed to stop working at this moment.
He remembers the horror of Golden Core Realm cultivators. Once the opponent is forced into desperation, the opponent can immediately explode the Golden Core in despair, and die with the enemy, and the power of self-detonation is even more terrifying than a nuclear bomb.
He won't expose such a flaw, otherwise he will die with the enemy, wouldn't he be at a loss? !
Therefore, he will not give the opponent a chance to explode the golden core, and once he makes a move, he will put the opponent to death.
What? !
Chu Hen was in horror at the moment, no anger or shame anymore, replaced by endless panic and panic.
Because when this array of paintings shrouded, he found that in addition to his own thinking, his mana, magical powers, magic weapons, body, etc. could not move, as if he had been caught in the fixation technique.
Even if he wanted to explode the golden core, there was nothing he could do.
In this situation, in the fierce battle, it is simply a fatal flaw. Even if the body is held for a second, it is enough for the enemy to kill himself a dozen times.
Not to mention, now his body doesn't know how many seconds he will be frozen. This is simply watching him being killed, but he is helpless, and his heart is in a state of despair.
"die!"
Xia Ping would not give Chu Hen any chance, and ignored Chu Hen's emotions such as begging for mercy, panic, regret, unwillingness, etc., the Spear of Hell was stabbed in an instant, and it pierced Chu Hen's head with precision.
boom!
Chu Hen's head was pierced in an instant, and his tyrannical strength erupted. Immediately, his head shattered like a watermelon, blood splashed out, and a piece of land was stained red.
His body also fell to the ground, splashing dust.
A golden core cultivator was shot dead on the spot like this, and even the golden core couldn't blew himself up!
"Just kidding, Senior Brother Chu Hen is dead? His head was pierced by a spear?!"
Many Xuantianmen disciples were trembling all over, but Chu Hen was one of the twelve Golden Core Realms of Xuantianmen this time. Although his strength was not among the best, he was also one of the leaders.
But now he was actually dead. He was stabbed to death with a spear by the natives, and his head was blown.
And before he died, Chu Hen couldn't even blew the gold core, and I'm afraid no one would believe such a thing.
"I don't believe it, illusion, this must be an illusion, Senior Brother Chu Hen is a Golden Core Realm cultivator, that guy is only a True Fire Realm, and his strength is simply different. How could he kill Senior Brother Chu Hen?!"
A disciple of Xuantian Clan shouted, he thought this was an illusion and didn't believe that Chu Hen was killed by Xia Ping at all.
But the faces of other Xuantianmen disciples were very ugly. In fact, at first they thought they had caught the opponent's illusion, but they came up with various methods to verify it, and they always proved that this was reality, not illusion.
The problem is, this kind of thing is more ridiculous than illusion.
When will the True Fire Realm cultivator be able to easily kill the Golden Core Realm, let alone this kind of thing, they have never heard of it.
boom!
Xia Ping backhanded his palm and immediately shattered Chu Hen's corpse into powder, leaving only a grape-sized golden core on the ground. The golden core was extremely hard, and this palm could not be destroyed.
However, Chu Hen's golden core is obviously much larger than that of the lost one before. It is said that the more condensed supernatural powers, the stronger, the more powerful the condensed golden core.
So different people's golden cores are also different.
"Well, how do you want to die? Self-determination, or be slapped to death by me? Choose yourself."
Xia Ping turned around and stood with his hands in his hands, faintly watching the group of Xuantianmen disciples, his clothes were windless and he was hunting and hunting, exuding the majesty of a mountain, oppressing the world.
The Xuantianmen disciples who were present were ashamed and trembling.