With the many Bodhi clones, the lotus clones continued to merge into the body of Mu Taoist and Flower Taoist. Two terrifying auras like giant beasts suddenly soared into the sky from the core area of ​​the pure world.

The vast and boundless, simple and majestic, profound and unpredictable, two breaths rushed straight into the sky, shaking countless stars in the sky, and two round waves spread out in all directions. All the black winds, black smoke and black fires pass by are annihilated.

Yu Tu was holding a big knife and slashing at a Taoist who was fighting to the death with a pearl on his head. Suddenly, the void in front of him swept, and a green palm was surrounded by countless faint lights, crushing him into his chest with a terrifying aura of collapse and falling from the earth.

"It's interesting!" Yu Tu grinned. He turned his sword and moved away from the Taoist who had been torn to pieces by the sword's aura. He slashed hard at the finger at the rotation of the sword light.

The sword light suddenly turned into a dark light and shadow, and countless black twisted faces appeared faintly in the black light and shadow. The sharp and shrill howling sounds roared and roared in the sword shadow, chaoticing people's minds, and a desperate aura of death sprayed out from the sword shadow. This was the great way of death and terrifying Tao that Yu Tu understood.

Unlike Yu Man's great way of destruction, Yu Man pursues the destruction of everything and destroys everything in the world. Yu Tu's way is to "slaughter the living creatures", which makes all things fall into death, and at the moment of death, the creatures slaughtered by him feel the greatest horror and the deepest despair.

The fingers lingering with green light were like phantoms, gently tapping with the indifference breath of all things and Yu Tu's sword shadow.

Tu Jingci's terror and the cold and ruthless frontal impact of the silence of all things, the void around Yu Tu collapsed, and a black hole with a diameter of thousands of miles appeared out of thin air. With a sharp roar, Yu Tu's divine thought turned into countless sharp sword lights, and rushed towards Mu Dao Ren fiercely at the soul level.

The divine thought of slaughtering Taoist rhyme was a knife. Yu Tu wanted to tear open the soul of Mu Taoist Man, forcibly inject his great principles of slaughtering the people into the soul of Mu Taoist Man, forcing him to admit his own way, tear the way of Mu Taoist Man, and eventually cut the way of Mu Taoist Man into ashes. Just like the creatures that had been killed by his way, he wanted to "slaughter Mu Taoist Man".

The soul of Mu Taoist Man turned into a deserted and empty world, and a lonely withered Bodhi tree was pestled in the middle of this world with weak energy. Countless sword lights wrapped in the rhyme of slaughtering Taoism fell from the sky, and they were scattered in this empty world.

The next moment, Yu Tu vomited blood and his body staggered backwards. The finger of Mu Taoist breaking through the air and tapped it lightly on his chest. Yu Tu's thick armor was tapped into a small hole, and Mu Taoist's fingertips pierced Yu Tu's body into three points of flesh.

Yu Tu sprayed out eighteen mouthfuls of blood in succession, and each mouthful of blood represented his ten Yuanhui, which is 1.296,000 years of hard work, turning into flowing water. He staggered backwards for hundreds of steps. In the blink of an eye, the Taoist magic power accumulated by the hard work of the 180 Yuanhui was pointed out by the Mu Taoist Man's finger. Yu Tu's aura was weaker. He raised his head with a gloomy face and looked deep towards the core position of the pure world.

The Dao of Slaughter and the Dao of Silence collided head-on, and Yu Tu suffered a great loss at the level of Taoist rhyme.

The Great Dao of Slaughtered to slaughter the people, but the world of silence that evolved from the soul of Mu Taoist Man was empty and nothing was left. Yu Tu wanted to slaughter the people, but he could not slaughter the "emptiness". In the realm of the Great Dao, Yu Tu fell behind, and he immediately suffered a big loss.

A black divine light flashed through the hole in the pierced breastplate and instantly healed. Yu Tu took a deep breath, and the terror and despair power emitted by countless Taoists from all directions before their deaths roared into Yu Tu's body. In just one breath, Yu Tu's mana power lost by 180 Yuanhui recovered 90%.

With his eyes showing fierce light, Yu Tu stared at the core of the Pure World, and said with a grim smile: "It's interesting, you are not as weak as we imagined."

When he said this, Yu Tu glared at Yu Huo a little angrily. To be honest, he was a little careless just now. Yu Huo gave them wrong inducement, so that Yu Tu thought that Mu Taoist and Hua Taoist were both rookies that could be easily controlled.

After all, as they saw with their own eyes, Ji Hao could beat Mu Dao Ren to a mess, but in their eyes, the magical aura on Ji Hao was so weak that it was not worth mentioning.

But Mu Taoist actually left behind 36,000 Bodhi clones who were in seclusion and practicing hard in the pure world. Mu Taoist also used the secret method of Wanliu Returning to the Sect to integrate all the magical powers and magic powers of the 36,000 clones... Yu Tu was really beaten up, and he never dreamed that Mu Taoist's real methods were not as weak as he imagined.

The moment Yu Tu was defeated, the void in front of Yu Huo suddenly collapsed. The thirty-six-level pagoda above the flower Taoist's head, which was as white as snow and flawless as snow, was surrounded by layers of sacred and smooth light, and suddenly rushed out of Yu Huo with expressionless expression.

"How dare the evil heretics take away the soul of my disciple?" The flower Taoist held a white light-shining pestle in his left hand, and the one hundred and eight pestles hit him.

Even Ji Hao applauded and praised the Huadaoist for the hundred and eight pestles. Huadaoist's moves are so wonderful that he does not look like he is fighting in a mess. Every move and every move contains endless changes and wonderful principles. Each move and every move is like thousands of flowers blooming at the same time, making people dizzy and unable to react to his moves.

The 108 pestles of Huadao Ren contain infinitely wonderful Taoist rhymes. When he saw him swing his weapons to hit people, he seemed to see the rotation of the sun and the moon, the ebb and flow of the tide, the flowers fade, the flowers bloom, the warblers and the grass grows, and the countless wonderful heavenly rhymes of the Pangu world are almost hidden in these consecutive 108 pestles.

Ji Hao thought to himself that he could not avoid the attack of the Taoist Flower at all.

Yu Huo is the same. His best attitude is to control the soul and bewitch people's hearts. His close fighting skills are the weakest among the ten Panyu saints who came. He did not expect that the Flower Taoist would choose him as the main target.

One hundred and eight pestles fell firmly on Yu Huo's body, and none of them fell into nothing.

Yu Huo had twelve innate spiritual treasures on his body. The innate treasure lit up the dazzling rays of the sunset to protect himself, but was shattered by the flower Taoist's bright light pestle. With the sound of "crack", Yu Huo was broken by more than a dozen bones. His palm was loosened, and Pan Yu's brain was actually grabbed by the flower Taoist's right hand.

"Damn it!" Yu Ling and other saints Pan Yu exclaimed in unison. They were a little greedy and stretched out their hands to Pan Yu's head.

Ji Hao narrowed his eyes, and he suddenly turned around and looked towards the direction of the Heavenly Court.

The murderous intent over there was soaring into the sky. Through the news feedback from the ubiquitous sunlight, hundreds of billions of elite alien troops were advancing towards the heavenly court. Their army formed was overwhelming, almost covering half of Panyu Zhonglu like dark clouds. (To be continued.)
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