But on this battlefield, their realm will also be suppressed, and once they are affected, they will really die.

Similarly, on the Death Soul side, the Death Soul Prince, Death Soul Da Luo, and the Black Mountain Sect's senior brother Yu Shan are also running away frantically. Let alone what Yu Shan is thinking, Death Soul Da Luo's expression at this moment is one of aggrieved.

, that’s unbelievable.

It’s just my ancestor, what the hell is that human monk from the mythical world?

Don't talk about them, the entire battlefield.

The super battlefield where nearly tens of billions of monks collided stopped at this moment, and their attention was attracted by the battle centered on the Fengdu Emperor Palace.

The movement was really too scary.

The curtain above the head was distorted, and extraordinary particles continuously spewed out from the center like a tsunami, forming a huge tsunami hundreds of thousands, no, millions of miles away.

The movement was too big, too big.

It is as if two Godzillas suddenly appeared fighting each other in a mortal war. It is no longer the time to fight, but to always pay attention and be careful not to be affected by the battle between the two behemoths and die.

However, when everyone on the entire battlefield was attracted, shocked, and horrified by the battle.

*******

In the center, an even more amazing scene was staged.

The Dead Soul Near Saint was roaring, and as time passed, its roar became louder and louder.

As for the reason.

Very simple.

It was suppressed!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Collision, collision.

The Dead Soul Near Saint was retreating and retreating continuously. Its body was torn open, blood was splashing, and in the cracks, terrifying supreme power was shining, strangling its body.

How can this be???

The opponent's fist is getting heavier and heavier, and the collision is gradually overwhelming its power, leaving wounds on its body.

This is something that should not and cannot happen.

But at this moment, it happened.

At the same time, Li Su's eyes were shining, his expression became more and more passionate, and his blood and soul couldn't help boiling.

It's not that he overwhelmed the near saint, but that he felt his own improvement.

Here, it is not just the Taoism and magical powers that have changed in quality.

Since becoming the Taiyi mid-level player, he has actually been stagnant for too long, and has not felt that his strength has progressed smoothly for a long, long time.

But it's different now, completely different.

As he broke through the middle stage of Taiyi, entered the late stage of Taiyi, and began to build the most important power of the middle path in the Taiyi realm, that feeling came back.

A large amount of Tao was constantly surging into his body.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions.

Limited by the lane, there is no way to hold more, and no way to integrate and improve. At this moment, the restrictions are fully opened.

In the late Taiyi period, just holding the middle way was worth three thousand.

And a middle path means three thousand small paths.

In other words, at this level of the main path alone, Li Su can hold nine million paths, and this is only the highest number of single paths he has mastered.

You must know that saints are supremely dual-pathed.

In other words, nine million should be multiplied by two, which is 18 million.

And this is only the number of main paths, not counting the miscellaneous paths.

This is true for the main path, let alone the miscellaneous path? If he is willing, the total number can directly exceed 100 million.

How many trails does Li Su have now? Less than 1.5 million, only about 1.5%.

It's not even a little bit short of perfection.

It can be said that he has waited for this moment for too long, too long.

Therefore, the feeling of a dead soul approaching a saint is not an illusion. Almost every second that passes, Li Su becomes stronger and his strength increases.

As the unprecedented heir to the Supreme Taoist lineage of the Seven Saints, and above the myth of the Great Perfection of the Fifteen Fires, so what if he is in the same realm as a near-sage under the Perfection?

Not to mention that Li Su still has a treasure in his hand at the moment. Every time his strength increases, the effects will be unimaginable.

Boom!

With another punch, the Death Soul Near Saint was knocked away by Li Su.

Realm, plus treasure.

Under the double superposition, his strength completely surpassed and overwhelmed the opponent.

He was punched for more than ten thousand miles, the arm that resisted was broken, and a huge groove was made in his chest, with an immortal punch mark deeply carved on it.

A mouthful of vermilion vomited out, and the dead soul was shaken. The punch penetrated its body, and its body was shaken. There were terrifying supreme scriptures shining inside. If it were not for the eternal artistic conception and the light of the holy realm, it would probably disintegrate.

Already.

In an instant, emotions that had not been experienced in hundreds of thousands of years filled its heart at this moment, and its body could not help but tremble.

Will you lose?

No, never!
Chapter completed!