"What a tenacious power of fist. This... this is already a peerless eighth-level boxing magical power."
The moment there was snow in the world, Xiao Naihe suddenly felt an incomparable danger from his fist. His body locked up, and suddenly it seemed as if a huge eye opened behind him.
In the eyes, layers of aperture power shine through.
Xiao Naihe's fisting intention suddenly became a little weak.
"Golden elixir magical power?" When Xiao Naihe saw it, he already understood in his heart, "Is this a magical power that can drastically reduce the power of Taoism and magic?"
However, as soon as his mind changed, Xiao Naihe closed his fist and retreated three miles away.
"Hmph, do you want to leave? If I let you go today, I won't let it snow in the world!"
Tianxia Youxue snorted coldly, and suddenly his figure was like a shooting star. It shot towards Xiao Naihe in front of Xiao Naihe. The sword energy in his hand moved, the void condensed, turned into substance, and shot down.
But at this moment, Xiao Naihe's body seemed to be frozen in time, turning slightly, like a civet stretching and tumbling in the air.
And suddenly a huge chaotic shape appeared behind him. When this ancient monster opened its single eye, there was actually a smell of death.
The death aura that rushed towards him immediately tore countless holes all over Xiao Naihe's body.
All of Xiao Naihe's palms combined with the power of Buddhism, Taoism and human thoughts were already attacking towards Tianxia Youxue's side.
"Great chaos in the heavens!"
Shock!
With one move, Tianxia Youxue suddenly felt the terror of death.
That's right, he, a giant at the eighth level of the Supreme Realm, actually felt the aura of death in the body of a small Creator.
It's as if if he takes action now, he will die in this child's hands immediately.
"No, retreat."
Tianxia Youxue is worthy of being a veteran giant at the eighth level of the Supreme Realm. Feeling bad, he immediately withdrew and retreated. His body was like a river, blending into the boundary river.
"The Infinite Mantra, the Infinite Countercurrent!"
At this moment, a strange scripture suddenly appeared on Xiao Naihe's head. The scripture took the form of a golden book, and pages of scriptures came from it.
"What kind of Taoism is this? What kind of writing is that?"
Tianxia Youxue glanced at it, but for a moment she didn't see what the text of the scripture above Xiao Naihe's head was.
But Xiao Naihe didn't give Tianxia Youxue time to react at all. The power in the scriptures had already blessed the great chaos in the heavens.
"If you were to come to me in person, I would definitely not be your match, and I would run away immediately. However, your clone is at best half of the power of me. If I can't deal with it, I will call myself the Holy Son."
Xiao Naihe's eyes burst out with a burst of light, and murderous intent burned into the sky.
"Is this the strength of the Holy Son of Third Cultivator? He can't even do anything to him even if there is snow in the world."
Taoist Antian was trembling all over, and now he truly felt how terrifying Xiao Naihe was.
In fact, Taoist Antian didn't know that Xiao Naihe was also fighting, slowly adapting to the power of the Creator, stabilizing his cultivation, so he became more brave as he fought.
Tianxia Youxue didn't know that Xiao Naihe was using him to stabilize his Qi and blood cultivation, but due to carelessness, Xiao Naihe had the upper hand.
After Xiao Naihe's body writhed, the light of spiritual thoughts around him seemed to form a long river, flowing in front of the snow in the world.
"Snow is falling on the earth!"
At this critical moment, the fan in Tianxia Youxue's hand suddenly opened, and the four big characters in it seemed to form a new consciousness, surrounding it.
The sky was suddenly filled with ice.
Even Xiao Naihe's soul could actually feel a chill forcing its way into his body.
"Huh? This fan is actually a Taoist weapon, and... it's a top-grade eighth-grade Taoist weapon."
Xiao Naihe's pupils shrank.
Although Xiao Naihe obtained many Taoist tools after fighting with strong men, most of them were of the sixth level, and at most there were two or three seventh-level Taoist tools.
But Tianxia Youxue's eighth-grade Taoist weapon was enough to ignore the many Taoist tools he had obtained.
"town!"
The falling snow in the void immediately surrounded him, and a stream of energy and blood burst out from Tianxia Youxue's body, forming a snow-white eggshell barrier that directly blocked Xiao Naihe's chaos.
"You can actually force me to open this snowy world. Even if you die, you are still proud of yourself!"
There was a hint of cold murderous intent in Tianxia Youxue's eyes.
Xiao Naihe raised his eyebrows. This top-grade eighth-grade Taoist weapon called 'Piao Xue Ren Jian' should not be a main attack Taoist weapon, but a defensive Taoist weapon.
This Taoist weapon can withstand even a full blow from the eighth level. It is simply a life-saving Taoist tool.
Although Xiao Naihe is powerful now, even if he stabilizes, it is impossible for him to destroy the Taoist weapon of "Piao Xue Ren Jian" in one go.
"Now, your cottage is mine."
Tianxia Youxue's face became ferocious, and suddenly a sword intent erupted from his body, like a volcano erupting, accumulating countless firepower and blasting it out with all its strength.
"No, he borrowed all the power of the eighth-level clone. After I fought with Tai Shuangtian, Liuyun and Antian Taoist, I consumed a lot of spiritual power. Now I have reached the end of my strong bow against Tianxia Youxue, and I can't continue. "
Xiao Naihe frowned. Although he looked very tyrannical, he had just entered the realm of the Creator. He had dealt with Taoist Taishuangtian, Liuyun and Antian one after another. Now he was fighting with a clone of an eight-level giant owl, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted. .
At this dangerous moment, Xiao Naihe's heart suddenly moved, an idea flashed, and he looked into the time inside his body, and saw a huge blue-white light ball floating in the void.
"The Godhead of the Holy."
At that moment, Xiao Naihe suddenly had an idea.
He had already calculated it before. If he reached the supreme state, he might be able to borrow the saint's godhead and merge with his true body. Once integrated, he can immediately become the number one person in the Supreme Realm, and can even compete with Bai Wuji.
He is already the Creator at this time, so he might as well give it a try.
"The divine personality is fused, and thoughts are smooth."
Xiao Naihe's heart moved and he drank.
"Do you still want to struggle? Come down here!"
Tianxia Youxue shouted angrily, and the sword energy in his body burst out, pointing at Xiao Naihe immediately, and was about to shoot Xiao Naihe through.
His body had teleported in front of Xiao Naihe, and sword energy burst out from his fingertips less than a foot away.
Boom boom boom!
At this moment, a powerful stream of spiritual thoughts suddenly appeared in the thought of snow in the world.
"What's this?"
As soon as this idea came up, an extremely powerful and tyrannical force that could not be compared to hundreds of creators suddenly came over.