Thousands of miles of avalanches, white torrents rushed down, covering the land like a white blanket.
In the Cangxuan League, those eyes were watching this scene, and suddenly they couldn't help but burst into thunderous cheers.
Over the years, even if the Palace Master Shengyuan has never stepped out of the Holy Palace, his name of invincibility has spread throughout Cangxuantian, facing the current Palace Master Shengyuan, even if he is the palm of the four great sacred sects. It is difficult for teachers to join forces to compete with them.
However, now, this invincible Palace Master of Saint Yuan was repelled by people for the first time on the battlefield. Although everyone knew that he could not be defeated because of this, no matter what, he was able to defeat Saint Yuan, which was enough to win Cang Xuantian's countless creatures were greatly excited, and for a while, when he cast the slender figure on the void, there was a little more awe and expectation in his eyes.
Perhaps they, the leader of the Cangxuan League, really have the ability to wrestle with the master of the palace...
Facing the countless cheers, Zhou Yuan's expression did not show any waves. His eyes were still full of solemnity, staring at the avalanche.
The previous punch seemed to be violent, but it did not cause any substantial damage to Sheng Yuan, because at the moment Zhou Yuan's power poured out, he could feel that the body of the Palace Master Sheng Yuan was beyond imagination. tyrannical.
Today's battle is bound to be a bloody and bitter battle.
When these thoughts flashed in Zhou Yuan's mind, the avalanche that swept through the thousands of miles of snow-capped mountains suddenly solidified at this time, as if there was an indescribable force that forced their rolling to stop.
In the snow sea, there are vortexes forming, and snowflakes form steps, extending all the way.
In the depths of the vortex, a figure walked up the snowflake ladder.
That figure is naturally Sheng Yuan. At this time, he has white hair flying, his upper body is naked, and his body seems to have a series of mottled mysterious lines. Those lines are ancient and vast, and the dim light is indeterminate and faint. There seemed to be a sound of torrential rushing from his body.
That is blood rushing.
Boom! Boom!
The deep thunderous sound was also slowly coming out, and every vibration caused a thunderstorm to take shape in the void above.
That is the sound of his heartbeat.
In the Cangxuan League, the complexions of some powerful people with no lack of experience have changed drastically, because they know that this is a manifestation of the extreme physical strength. At this moment, the physical strength of that Saint Yuan seems to have risen to an incredible level. .
Not inferior to Zhou Yuan's body of the holy dragon!
"The realm of the saint has two great gifts, the transformation of the soul, which can be called the holy soul, and the evolution of the flesh, which can be called the sacrament, both of which are immortal." Under the focus of countless sights, the holy yuan stepped into snowflakes. The stairs are slowly moving up, and at the same time there is a sound of indifference resounding through the world.
"Although this seat has not fully entered the holy realm, but the saint's mighty strength tempers himself, this body is considered to be a semi-holy body."
"So this seat wants to know, your so-called sacred dragon body is stronger and weaker than the semi-sacred body of this seat?!"
boom!
When the last word fell, Palace Master Shengyuan's eyes suddenly fell cold, his soles slammed on his feet, the void burst to pieces at this time, and his figure appeared above Zhou Yuan like a teleport. .
Palace Master Shengyuan's expression was indifferent, and he took a palm shot, and that palm seemed to be in the sky. Under the mighty and mighty, the world became hot.
A million miles of snow-capped mountains below melted quickly.
Zhou Yuan's complexion also became serious at this time, his five fingers clenched into fists, the purple and gold dragon scales flickered, and the dragon's voice echoed, as if there was a purple and gold dragon rising up, directly with the Lord of the Holy Yuan Palace. The palms collided.
Boom!
At the moment of collision, there was a storm blooming, sweeping thousands of miles of void.
Boom boom boom!
The two lights and shadows collided in the void at a speed that the naked eye could not capture. In just a few dozen breaths, they fought thousands of times, and thunder continued to explode.
The spectators could no longer see the two of them, they could only hear the violent thunder echoing in the world.
The impact of the spreading power is just a sliver of aftermath, but it still makes countless strong people's scalp numb...
boom!
The two figures once again hit hard like lightning, and the void behind them shattered into countless space fragments, and then the two figures shot out tens of thousands of feet...
Zhou Yuan stood still in the void. At this time, his entire body was slightly crimson with purple gold dragon scales, and white qi rose up, which was a manifestation of his physical body turning to the extreme.
"What a powerful Eucharist."
Zhou Yuan took a deep breath and his eyes were solemn. The realm of the sage is indeed incomparably wonderful. Even though the sage is only a half-sage, the semi-sacred body forged by the powerful hammer of the sage is still horribly powerful.
And the semi-holy body is already so powerful, really don't know how terrifying the real holy body is
The realm of the saint is worthy of the dream realm of countless cultivators in the heavens.
In the distance, Palace Master Saint Yuan's body was also rising with wisps of white energy. He stared at Zhou Yuan with a trace of envy passing through his eyes.
Zhou Yuan has not yet come into contact with the mighty power of the saint, so he can practice the physical body to this point. Once he really sets foot in the holy realm, I am afraid that ordinary saints will not be able to compete with it.
Such talent and potential are truly unique.
Such a powerful enemy cannot stay.
Shengyuan Palace Master's eyes were cold and murderous, and his palms suddenly closed, and a low growl sounded from his throat.
Cuckoo!
The blood in his body seemed to boil at this time, and his skin began to become red. With the redness of his body, only the mysterious mottled marks on the surface of his body were slowly creeping like a living thing at this time. stand up.
These mottled marks were formed when the saint's mighty hammer forged the flesh, and the power of the Eucharist came from these stigmata!
Puff!
Suddenly, those stigmata broke out suddenly, and when the storm rose, they turned into crimson chains.
Wow!
The scarlet chain oscillated in the void like a giant python, and there was a strange sound wave coming out, and anyone who heard the sound wave felt that their own ** seemed to be suppressed in some way. Some weaker ones actually made screams. Because they found that their physical bodies began to gradually decompose at this time.
Countless people were horrified, and hurriedly ran the Genesis Qi to block both ears, afraid of the sound wave invading.
In the void, Zhou Yuan looked at the scarlet chains, frowning his brows. I don't know why, the scarlet chains made him feel a great threat, as if this thing was specifically aimed at many flesh bodies.
"Do you feel it?"
Sheng Yuan's gaze projected, and his words were indifferent: "No matter how powerful your physical body is, as long as you are entangled by it, your physical body will break apart."
"This is a means belonging to the Holy Land..."
"I call it..."
"Bound Dragon Promise Lock!"
Hum!
When the sound fell, the scarlet chains shot out suddenly, and they directly penetrated the void. No matter how Zhou Yuan flashed and retreated, it would be difficult to get rid of their pursuit.
So, after only a few breaths, Zhou Yuan's figure gave a violent stop, and a scarlet chain entangled his ankle like a poisonous snake.
At the same time, other crimson chains rushed on frantically, instantly covering Zhou Yuan.
Above the crimson chain, there are mottled traces flowing, and there is the power of the saint flowing, once it is bound, it is difficult to break free.
The crimson chain was crazily entangled, covering Zhou Yuan's body, his vision was quickly compressed, and it gradually became dark...
However, when the darkness completely poured in, Zhou Yuan also slowly closed his eyes.
On the surface of his body, a little silver light appeared.
After the silver light, there seemed to be eight arms phantom, looming.