Cut off everything, cut off everything, destroy everything, and then transform all tangible and intangible existences into homogeneous and homogeneous destructive energy, continue to cut off, chop off, and destroy.

Yemo Shayi transformed into a scimitar and slashed straight down. A barbaric and domineering will rushed into Ji Hao's mind, roaring wildly in his soul space, venting the destruction of the Dark Sun.

If it were any witch emperor in Pangu world, the dark sun that was condensed by Yemo's killing was like his mind. No matter how powerful they were, their souls were nourished by the strong blood, and their souls had long been destroyed by the destruction.

Only Ji Hao, whose witch power and magic power cultivation are still in the Witch Emperor realm, but after the Great Equatorian personally taught the Great Dao in person, he transformed into the Dao seed and condensed the Dao fetus. The Great Sun Yuanshen is his Dao Dharma fetus. His Dao practice realm and the Yuanshen realm have already entered the Witch God realm.

From the perspective of realm, Ji Hao will not suffer any losses!

Ji Hao will not suffer any losses at the level of the great road!

Although the Dark Sun’s Destruction Way is cruel and cruel, Ji Hao’s Tai Chi Way is not bad at all.

The great yen spirit is suspended in the soul space, emitting boundless red light shining everywhere. In the red sun, a golden figure is almost condensed into a solid body like a living person, and a silver figure is dim and hazy, like a shadow condensed by fog.

The golden figure and the silver figure suddenly turned into two lively fish, heads and tails connected to each other and played with each other. The shadow of the long sword that was becoming clearer and more sharp and increasingly sharp, was spinning rapidly.

Countless black streamers swayed around the Great Japanese Yuanshen, just like countless black piranhas trying to tear Ji Hao's Great Japanese Yuanshen to pieces. However, in Ji Hao's Great Japanese Yuanshen, two golden and silver streamers slowly rotated, bringing up extremely tough and round airflows. They let the black streamers squeeze and tear them wildly, but they could not get any benefits from the Great Japanese Yuanshen.

The phantom sat cross-legged under Ji Hao's great yen spirit, raised his head and looked quietly at the crazy black streamers.

"The way of destruction in Panyu world... A world makes the idea of ​​destruction the highest law of heaven. You can imagine how the consciousness of heaven is in this world. No wonder Panyu world expands and plunders in a crazy way. The way of heaven is the heart of human heart. The idea of ​​invasion of the Yu clan, the Jia clan, and the Xiu clan is as hot as fire."

The phantom formed a magical handprint with both hands, and gently placed it in front of his heart. A trace of strange gray fluctuations continued to spread around him. The black streamer transformed by the destruction of the dark sun was slowly submerged by the gray streamer, and the phantom began to comprehend the essence of the destruction of the dark sun.

"The stone of the mountain can be used to polish jade... The little guy is right!" The phantom suddenly chuckled: "If I had this kind of awareness back then, how could I have fallen into such a situation? However, there is still a chance, there is still a chance, not despair, not despair!"

In the soul space, Ji Hao transformed into Tai Chi Pisces with the two Taoist embryos condensed by the Sun Avenue and the Taiyin Avenue. With endless and endless Tai Chi Taoist rhymes, Ji Hao's left hand quickly drew out one circle after another, and circles condensed by clear light continued to gush outward, stacking and endlessly blocking the black scimitar.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Hao's left hand had to draw at least tens of thousands of circles.

Ji Hao's palm rubbed against the air and made a harsh whistle. His left palm swung so fast that thick flames had appeared on his palm. The originally free and easy Tai Chi Avenue was played with by him to play with the charm of a blacksmith in iron.

When the scimitar falls, circles of clear and water-like apertures are wrapped around the tops. The apertures are constantly chopped up, and the apertures continue to linger. Each aperture breaks, the scimitar falls a little slower, and a layer of extremely light black air will float on the surface of the scimitar.

The scimitar is getting closer and closer to Ji Hao's head, three zhang, two zhang, one zhang...

Ji Hao's left hand was slashing faster and faster, and the screams were getting sharper and sharper. His palms burned, bringing out a hazy afterimage. In the circle drawn by his palms, the void was shattered, and circles of chaotic aura emerged slowly. Then, under the assimilation of the clear aperture, it gradually turned into wisps of Taiyin, and the sun's aura attached to Ji Hao's palm.

The color of the flame on his palm became hazy, not the fire of the sun or the fire of the moon, but the strange flame with the two characteristics of the sun. The aperture drawn by Ji Hao became denser, more flexible, light and erratic, hazy and deep. Many of the Ga warriors watching the battle just looked at his aperture and almost fell asleep.

The scimitar slashed towards Ji Hao inch by inch, and the aperture continued to surge.

Everything is long, but in fact it is just a snap of your fingers that scimitar has shattered countless apertures and almost hit Ji Hao's scalp.

Ji Hao swung his right fist, and all his energy, all his energy, all his power and magic power were concentrated on this punch. The sixth level of the Nine-Turn Mystery Kung Fu that had just broken through, and the * power burst out with 64 times the full force, and the four styles of opening the sky, opening the earth, reviving all things, and destroying all things together.

With a loud "swish", Ji Hao made a painful sound. His clenched fist was uncontrollably released, and his five fingers were tightly joined together.

From his shoulders to his fingertips, his flesh and blood changed the same strangely as Yemosha just now. A hazy sword shadow covered his arm. His arm lines squirmed rapidly, and in an instant, it turned into a thick and dull long sword.

A vast and ancient aura erupted from the sword shadow transformed by Ji Hao's arm. Ji Hao roared hard, and a sword light that teared the void with his right arm, slashed hard on the scimitar transformed by Yemo Shayi's whole body.

Yemoya clenched her fists hard, and she laughed and said, "I have it!"

Yuan Li hissed and shouted: "Yaohou, you fight him head-on! You, you, you..."

But Yuan Li suddenly thought that the bet that Ji Hao and others reached was to beat Yemo to one or three moves! Three moves!

Yuan Li lowered his head, shook his head helplessly and painfully. He suddenly cursed: "Xiangliu Xiaoba, you have brought so many people with you, and you have even kidnapped Xueling! You, you deserve to die!"

Ji Hao's arm and Yemo Kill collided heavily, and a crisp sound like a shattered glass came. Ji Hao's body shook and stepped on the void and retreated for a full ten thousand steps. While he retreated, he sprayed blood in big mouthfuls. Then his skin was cracking and countless plasma surged out of the skin gap.

Yemo Shayi returned to his human form from the scimitar form. He stood silently at the position where Ji Hao was just now, looking at Ji Hao with confusion.

"You...the cultivation level of the Witch Emperor realm...the realm of the Witch God realm?" Yemo Shayi shook his head blankly: "Human race, when did a monster like you come out? Human race has always been a person whose power surpasses the realm, and who has never had a realm surpass the power!"
Chapter completed!