"You are trapped in my hell world, do you still want to break out?" Xuanyuan Peng sneered, waved his big hand, and waved a Nine Yin Ming Gang. The skeleton Lord God punched out a single arm. Just as he broke the millstone space in front of him, he saw layers of barrier light films of the millstone space wrapped layer by layer like silkworm cocoons, filling the spatial barrier film layer that was broken by his punch, trapping him in this regional space again.

"Boy of the Immortal Clan, you can't kill my two masters. I'll warn you, let me go quickly, otherwise, you can only face you with a dead end..." The one-armed master roared in anger. He was just a false threat, but if he didn't say that, he was already scared by the space outside the other clan with his broken arm. If he didn't yell a few times, he was afraid that he would not have the courage to fight.

Since he was promoted to the main god, he has not had such a lonely, helpless, desperate and fearful mentality for many years. This mentality has made him sad, angry, frustrated, and gritted his teeth with hatred, but he has no choice but to do anything to the immortal boy.

"You are right. Those who face you can only be dead. You are not honest. Kneel down and accept the fate of being suppressed. When will you wait?" Xuanyuan Peng sneered. The void behind him loudly appeared, and a phantom of a blood-stained grinding wheel with a huge blood-stained grinding wheel. The bloodstains were filled with the breath of gods and demons. It seemed that many gods and demons were grinded by it, and countless gods and demons were suppressed by it!

"Hell!" Xuanyuan Peng carried the power of the eighteen levels of hell world with one palm and slashed down extremely fiercely. This move was his former dominant martial art "Hell God Fist", sublimated into the killing move in the god-level martial arts. The former eighteen levels of hell and eighteen hell fists were condensed and sublimated into the eight hell fists by him. The first move was this "hell". With one punch, it was wrapped with the interface power of the eighteen levels of hell, as if he was mastering a small universe of hell, and with one punch, the power of the entire hell was attached to his fist...

Boom! His powerful fist beat through the air, and the phantom of the eighteen levels of hell condensed like raindrops on the fist, like eighteen chilling worlds of hell, and he punched it out!

"Ah..." The one-armed Lord roared a roar before death with a shrill sound. He burned all the fire of life and sacrificed all the energy of life, making his dark divine power rush up madly, and his bones seemed to be about to be burst. His other bone arm slashed at the hell-like fist shadow...

This is his desperate battle. Either he will crush Xuanyuan Peng's attack, severely damage his divine body, and fight for a bloody path. As long as he can see another skeleton tribe again, he can entrust his divine character to him. If he can fight out, perhaps he will have the possibility of resurrection with the secret technique of the Dark Gods. Or, he will die with Xuanyuan Peng, fight for life and death, and fight for victory or defeat. Even if he dies, the more he will lose, he will pay a huge price, lay the foundation for the victory of another skeleton tribe, and use the hand of another tribe to avenge himself!

The one-armed skeleton slammed out with one punch, and the air shook the sky, the world, and the layers of barrier membranes in the millstone space. His rolling fist power exploded to pieces and burst. However, under the influence of the power of reincarnation, layers of membranes like silkworm cocoons came in, as if they would never be torn apart, giving him a feeling that no matter how strong his fist power was, he could not break the membranes in the millstone space.

"Peng!" The fist of the two powerful men. Shi Potian was shocked to each other. The main skeleton god felt that above Xuanyuan Peng's fist, a force from the hell universe world swept over like a sea of ​​stars. That kind of power was no longer the dark divine power of his individuality, but a force of "the sky", a force of "the universe". A force of "the most yin, cold, ice, and cold"...

If the power of his skeleton master god belongs to the comprehensive life energy of his god, then the power contained in Xuanyuan Peng's fist is the power of the entire hell world, the power of the small universe at the eighteenth level, and the power of the entire underworld, which has surpassed the power of life. It belongs to a "sky" that has begun to take shape, and it is nothing more than Xuanyuan Peng's power of the most yin, cold, ice and cold sky, which belongs to the Yellow Spring of Hell. It belongs to the eighteenth level underground world...

There is heaven and earth, and there is heaven and hell. Now, Xuanyuan Peng has comprehended the first punch of the eight punches of hell after sublimation. Hell contains the power of hell similar to the power of heaven!

The one-armed skeleton screamed. His individual life energy could not stop this power of hell. It was the original power of the underground universe and a kind of power of heaven at a higher level!

The moment the two fists were slammed against each other, the Lord Skeleton felt that he was a scoundrel that shook a world of hell, as if his grasshopper was blocking the car. The rolling power of hell burst into his bone fist like a slap, blasted into his bone arm, blasted into his bone body, and blasted into his skull...

"Boom!" He was actually blown into a rain of bones by Xuanyuan Peng with a move of Hell's Fist. His divine nature, which was extremely frightened, flashed in a hurry in the flying bones rain. Before he could exert his strength, Xuanyuan Peng waved his other sleeve, and the shadow of the Seal of God emerged from his palm, and with a whoosh, an unstoppable swallowing vortex sucked it into the Seal of God and suppressed it.

"Immortal boy, let my tribe go quickly, otherwise I will break your dark artifact..." Another skeleton main god flew at his God Seal with one shot, quickly breathed a few breaths, recovered his numb bone arm that was shocked, excitedly waved his skeleton bone gun, containing fierce dark divine power, and stabbed the hell membrane layer ahead with a splash, which was rippling like ripples. He stood in the main god battlefield space, and did not step into or was swept into the eighteen layers of hell space. With his fighting vision, it would be impossible to step into Xuanyuan Peng's main battle space unless it was absolutely necessary.

The main god battlefield space was opened by both sides, and neither of them had the advantage. The strength and weakness were the result and defeat all depend on personal combat experience and skill level. However, in the eighteenth level of the hell world, Xuanyuan Peng sacrificed a dark artifact and opened up the realm in the realm, which was equivalent to opening up his treasure space in the main god space. Unless his cultivation level was much higher than Xuanyuan Peng, otherwise, once he stepped into his hell space, he would be bombarded by the power of the entire world, and that power was in the hands of Xuanyuan Peng.

The main skeleton god slashed out layers of barrier membrane layers with one shot. He estimated that there were about a thousand layers of hell space, and he was slashed into a broken mirror by his terrible shot. However, the dark space in front of him seemed to have a strange and mysterious, unimaginable force of reincarnation supporting its own operation, making the eighteen layers of hell barrier membrane layers, and he slashed out thousands of membrane layers with one shot, but it was still bottomless and unfathomable, unable to completely pierce his treasure space.

Weird, weird!... The skeleton god, two clusters of soul fires trembled suddenly, and his heart was frightened. At this moment, he remembered the five skeleton tribes who had survived the broken heavenly tribe. Using this Blue Whale Island as a trap hunting ground, he killed hundreds of survivors of the immortal clan who rushed from all directions. Unexpectedly, he bumped into a nemesis today. The three tribes were suppressed, and it was likely that the divine nature had been swallowed. Now, only they were left, and they were still isolated in two different spaces. In the world, he could guess with his toes that it must be Xuanyuan Peng, who concentrated all his strength to deal with the skeleton tribe who had broken his arm. Once he won, he could free up his hands and focus on dealing with him. At that time, he was alone and alone. How could he deal with Xuanyuan Peng, who had a victory step by step, and had a better strength than the first-level Great Perfection?

Let's go!... He was cruel and could not care about the life and death of another one-armed tribe. He just tried hard to condense his dark divine power and slashed out hundreds of layers of space membrane with one shot, but he could not pierce it. If he could slash it, he could not find the battle position of the tribe and could not provide him with help. Although he was helpless, for him, it seemed that everyone was the king to sweep the snow in front of the door.

Forgive me... The main skeleton god sighed secretly, twisted his body, gathered strength to cohese, and stabbed him into the main god space ahead with a shot. The main god battlefield space opened by both sides was suspended with raindrops. The light of the divine talisman and the immortal talisman reflected each other, but there was the divine talisman he swung out. He naturally knew which space he shot to pierce it and then walked away.

"Want to leave? Did I let you go? Now, you are the only one left, think about it yourself, can you leave?" At this moment, Xuanyuan Peng's figure emerged from the layers of hell film, and his cold and ruthless eyes suddenly stared at the last skeleton god.

Buzz! The Seal of God was sacrificed by him for the third time, and suddenly expanded like a vast and majestic ancient sacred mountain. With the momentum of suppressing the heaven and earth, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked!

On Blue Whale Island, the five surviving main gods of the skeleton tribe were swallowed by him, suppressing one, and the last one, he could not let him go no matter what. He stared at the skeleton master god, not at an opponent, but as if he was staring at an energy-generating pill. For him, if he could kill someone again to seize a main god-level divine character, once he swallowed and absorbed, his own skills might surge again...

These five main skeleton gods are his great luck and great tonics, how can they be let go? What's more, they are the remaining main gods in the divine realm. These five skeletons are hiding on this Blue Whale Island. I wonder how many surviving immortal cultivators have been killed by relying on this ambush trap?
Chapter completed!