Chapter 3155
The dark red sword light is like a divine light that splits the universe and divides yin and yang, approaching the body instantly.
Long Xiaoshan felt that his whole body was freezing cold, and even the Immortal Infant felt the signs of approaching death. Obviously, this blow could not only threaten his divine body, but even kill his Nascent Soul.
Long Xiaoshan grabbed it with his hand, and the Heaven-Building Cauldron fell into his hand.
Bang!
The Devil's Crying Sword struck the Butian Cauldron, bursting into violent flames, and the powerful sword intent even bombarded Long Xiaoshan through the Butian Cauldron, causing Long Xiaoshan to retreat thousands of miles away.
"Thirty-six Ghost Wind Styles!"
Flame Horn Star Lord snorted coldly, stepped out with his divine body, and danced with ghosts weeping. In an instant, the starry sky turned into hell, the wind was raging, the ghosts howled, and countless sword lights crisscrossed, carrying the breath of the netherworld abyss, towards the dragon Xiaoshan strangled past.
Long Xiaoshan did not dare to neglect, he held up the Heaven-Building Cauldron and waved it wildly, and the five-color divine light enveloped his whole body.
Dang Dang Dang!
The infinite sword light swept over and collided with the five-color divine light, causing a violent shock to itself. Every collision was no less than the collision of planets. The two people fought from one end of the starry sky to the other end of the starry sky. The battlefield spanned more than 100 million miles. .
The planets and meteorites along the way were hit by the collision's flames, and all exploded into cosmic smoke.
There were knife marks on the Butian Cauldron.
Long Xiaoshan's body was penetrated by the sword intent, dripping with blood. It's not that the material of the Heaven-Building Cauldron is not good enough. The five-color divine stone is definitely a rare divine object. However, the person who refined it is not skilled enough, and the Nine Medicine Heavenly Lord himself has not reached the state of becoming a god. Reluctantly refining the five-color divine stone into a medicinal cauldron, although it surpasses the level of Tianbao, it is still far behind the divine treasure refined by the great master of transformation.
The Demonic Crying Sword of Lord Yanjiao is made from the spine of the ferocious beast that transforms into gods from the starry sky. It is full of infinite ferocious energy. It is more ferocious than ordinary divine weapons, and its attack power is so fierce that the Butian Cauldron has already appeared. No sign of failure.
Flame Horn Star Lord's sword style is getting stronger and stronger.
The thirty-six movements of Ghost Wind were originally his supreme magical power. Each sword could enhance the power of the sword. The power of the thirty-six movements increased in a ladder-like manner. The fact that Long Xiaoshan could persist until now was because his chaotic divine body was strong enough.
"Not dead yet!"
After the thirty-fifth move, Yanjiao Xingjun roared.
Boom!
The thirty-sixth style of Ghost Wind was slashed, and countless demonic patterns appeared on the dark red blade surface. The spine of the Devil's Crying Sword seemed to come alive. Those demonic patterns twisted and moved, strange and vast, turning into streaks of demonic light. In the body of Flame Horn Star Lord.
The entire body of Flame Horned Star Lord seemed to be integrated with the Devil May Cry in his hand, turning into a peerless beast that stretched across the starry sky. It was a starry sky with a single horn in the center of its face, a red body, and a five-tailed leopard shape. The giant beast, bigger than the sun, fierce and fierce, clawed at Long Xiaoshan.
Woohoo—
The ghostly wind roared and the stars shattered.
The terrifying claw light flashed across the Butian Cauldron, causing the Butian Cauldron to tremble violently.
boom!
The next moment, the Heaven-Building Cauldron shattered from it, and the light of its claws only dimmed slightly before it streaked across Long Xiaoshan's divine body.
Silently, like a steel knife cutting through tofu, Long Xiaoshan could smash the huge body of the stars, and many cracks appeared, just like porcelain that was not broken.
Crackling!
The fragments of the divine body began to fall, and a heavy rain of flesh and blood seemed to fall in the starry sky.
Even the world of fairy land seemed to be affected, the heavens wailed, the sacred trees dimmed, the tree crowns withered, and the sun and moon became chaotic and dull.
"The Emperor of Heaven passed away?"
Countless immortal creatures watched the huge figure of the Emperor of Heaven disintegrate in the vast starry sky. They were trembling with fear and despair. Ling Xiaofu and Wen Qingcheng even covered their mouths. Xiaoqing burst into tears and flew into the sky. Go and shout: "Brother!"
But that battlefield is hundreds of millions of miles away from the Immortal Land, and Xiao Qing can't fly up at all.
Blood rain poured down from the starry sky.
Among the endless golden blood and broken bones, a three-inch little man sat cross-legged.
Although the Chaos God's body was shattered, the fairy infant in Long Xiaoshan was still there, but at this time, the fairy infant was also a bit dim in order to resist the sword intent that penetrated the body.
Having lost its huge divine body, the three-inch little human-like fairy infant really looked a bit weak in front of the Flame-horned Star King who hung like the sun and moon high in the sky.
By this time, Yanjiao Xingjun had the overall situation under control and did not panic at all. He calmly looked down at the fairy infant.
Click!
The slightly dim third eye between the eyebrows of the immortal infant split open, and endless fairy light spewed out, covering the whole body. The immortal infant seemed to have communicated with the chaotic heaven in the dark, and countless purple-qi-filled avenue ceilings hung down from his head. Then it quickly disappeared under his feet. In this endless cycle, the Sanskrit sound of the Great Dao resounded in the void. It was timeless and far-reaching, full of the Taoist rhyme of great freedom and freedom, as if it transcended the universe and was as eternal as the way of heaven.
Hey, a faint dark red ferocious aura emerged from the body of the fairy infant, and it constantly transformed into the appearance of the five-tailed leopard-shaped ferocious beast, with its claws waving ferociously. It was obviously the terrifying sword intent that penetrated the body of the fairy infant, but it only lasted for a moment. Finally, the ferocious aura on his face gradually disappeared as the illusory ferocious beast that day flowers kept falling on him became extremely docile and lay at the feet of the fairy baby, like a kitten.
This unbelievable and magical scene made Yanjiao Xingjun shrink his eyes wildly, and his eyes burst out with extremely greedy eyes, scanning the fairy infant in Long Xiaoshan inch by inch.
Only he knew that Devil May Cry was made from the spine of the ancient ferocious beast "狰", which contained the ferocious evil intent. Coupled with his sword skills, it was so powerful that it once beheaded a guy who had just become a god.
But such domineering and vicious intentions were actually tamed by the Tao charm contained in the fairy infant.
"I have traveled to hundreds of star fields and millions of galaxies and have never seen such a Nascent Soul, not even the divine sons of the Eternal Great Sect. This is definitely not a divine product. This is an Immortal Holy Infant. With such power, A barbarian in an abandoned land like you should not belong. Only a god like me who is favored by heaven can match it. Hand it over, hand it over. You, a little barbarian, surrender to me and be by my side from now on. Taoist boy, when I attain the Tao and ascend to heaven, you will also be able to ascend to heaven. This is your best destination."
Yanjiao Xingjun became more and more excited as he spoke. He opened his big hands and grabbed the fairy infant.
The Immortal Infant moved and appeared thousands of miles away in an instant. However, the Flame-Jiao Star Lord smiled, and his palm seemed to encompass the vast universe, extending infinitely. No matter how the Immortal Infant moved, the Flame-Jiao Star Lord's huge palm always shrouded his head. Five huge fingers pressed down like ancient mountains.
Getting closer.
Only a short distance away, Long Xiaoshan was about to be suppressed by the palm of Lord Yanjiao.
The void suddenly became quiet. The vast universe and thousands of stars seemed to have stopped moving at that moment. At the same time, the palm of the Flaming Horn Star Lord also stopped moving.
His fingertips were only a few meters away from Long Xiaoshan, but these few meters were like the Ganges River of time, which could not be crossed.
(There is still one chapter left, and this battle is almost over. As for Long Xiaoshan’s trump card, I think you have all guessed it.)
(End of chapter)