Era of National Gods: Hundred-fold Increase

"Hey hey hey! Are you afraid?"Wu Yan grinned and smiled a little strangely.

"Afraid? Go and ask around among the ten tribes in the wilderness, who can I, Tiger Roaring Sky, be afraid of?"

Hu Xiaotian is full of madness, and the Heaven-Swallowing Tiger's true spirit is operating to the extreme, and energy is constantly gathering between heaven and earth.

Knowing that Wu Yan is burning his true spirit, which is the time when the combat power is the most terrifying, Hu Xiaotian does not give birth to any energy at all. The intention of retreat.

The body is like a bottomless pit. While absorbing the energy of heaven and earth into the body, both palms are also pushed horizontally, and the air is exploded layer by layer, forming countless energy tides.

At this moment, Wu Yan has completely turned into a ball of blazing fire. He couldn't see his figure clearly, only a roar came.

Then he was seen crossing across the sky, dragging out a long line of flame light.

"Boom!"

Amidst the roar, Hu Xiaotian and the Sky Devouring Tiger True Spirit exploded with the most powerful blow.

A sea of ​​​​fire exploded directly, and the sky and the ground were red.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was no figure, only collisions one after another. The sound came out, and the space was vibrating with the naked eye.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes were red, and they stared at the burning sea of ​​fire.

Wu Yan even burned his life spirit, and he obviously had no intention of returning alive.

Life is precious, but in In the face of racial justice, it seems insignificant.

Mu Yu is like this, and Wu Yan is like this too

"war!"

This roar came from the sea of ​​fire, shocking people's hearts. It was Wu Yan's voice. It was a little hoarse, but it contained powerful fighting power.

In just a few breaths, the two of them had already fought hundreds of people. This time, the fire in the sky burned even more intensely.

At this moment, two figures suddenly fell from the sea of ​​​​fire and were burned like coke.

Boom - the earth shook and dust flew up

"Where are you running away, kitty?"

Wu Yan stood up and gave chase. Even though his energy and blood had been burned out, the fire of life was still boiling.

Hu Xiaotian's body was scorched black, but his fighting power did not decrease much.

His energy and blood surged like the sea, and his fighting power was overwhelming. But strangely, he He was suppressed by Wu Yan and was running away at the moment.

The two were at the same speed. After chasing and escaping, Hu Xiaotian was at a disadvantage.

His back resisted several punches, and his muscles exploded, and blood poured all over the floor.

Such an injury is insignificant to Hu Xiaotian, but as arrogant as he is, he cannot bear such humiliation.

From birth to now, has he ever been chased and beaten like this?

"stop!"

Hu Xiaotian suddenly stretched out his hand to block Wu Yan.

"you win!"

As soon as these words came out, Wu Yan's aggressive expression suddenly became solemn.

The boiling fighting spirit seemed to be doused by a basin of cold water. He stood upright, his body no longer burly. He became skinny and skinny, and his energy and blood were so withered that he could not detect it. Even the fire of life was swaying and could be extinguished at any time.

The sea of ​​fire in the sky disappeared, representing that Wu Yan’s true soul was burned out.

"Senior Brother Wu Yan!"

All the disciples cried out in sorrow, their hearts aching like knives.

Everyone could see that Hu Xiaotian's fighting power was better than Wu Yan.

Even after burning his blood and his true soul, Hu Xiaotian was still slightly better.

But Wu Yan was risking his life and was prepared to die from the beginning.

When a person is fearless and can deal with death indifferently, that is his strongest moment.

If Hu Xiaotian If he resists to the end, Wu Yan will undoubtedly die.

But in this way, there is a 20% chance that he will fall and die together. Without the situation of being at the end of the rope, it is impossible to break the cauldron.

Hu Xiaotian simply admits defeat, even if there is an 80% chance of it. Wu Yan died and he lived, but he didn't dare to gamble, and there was no need to gamble.

Now that his demon clan is so powerful and at the top of the sky, why not let the clan win? The outcome has already been determined!

After the first battle in the Soul-nurturing Realm, The second battle immediately ushered in.

The battler of the demon clan was the demon wolf clan Monta'a. As soon as he came on the stage, he set off a torrential demonic energy. It covered the sky and the sun, let alone the battle with the demon wolf clan. In this battle, just one look at it will make the soul sink deeply.

The demon clan has already lost the first battle in the Soul-raising Realm, and they will never be allowed to lose again in the second battle.

So let Monta'a play directly to ensure that he can win the second battle. Victory.

Facing Meng Tai'a, the disciples of the three sects all felt extremely desperate. They were not even qualified to fight against the first-line strong men.

And there were only two first-line strong men from the three major sects in the ancient region.

Wu Yan, Nalan Yuxian!

Huanchenxue has entered the Sanqing Dao Palace, not counting the Yuqing Sect disciples.

Wu Yan has withdrawn. Can the remaining Nalan Yuxian enemies be compared to Mengtai'a?

There is little hope.

Just in Nalan Yuxian When she took a step forward and prepared to fight Montea, a young man carrying a paintbrush took the stage ahead of her and walked towards Montea.

"Take action!"

Zuo Qianchou raised his pen like a sword and pointed it at Meng Tai'a. His powerful soul power spread out.

He could faintly resist the rolling demonic tide.

"This strength of soul power...Has Zuo Qianchou also entered the ranks of the first-line powerhouses?"

The disciples were all shocked. Zuo Qianchou is well-known among the younger generation.

Except for a few people such as Nalan Yuxian and Huan Chenxue, he is the strongest, not weaker than Mu Xingyun.

But he is even stronger by a hair. He is still far away, and his battle against Monta'a is tantamount to seeking death.

However, the soul power displayed at this moment has clearly reached the level of a first-line powerhouse. How can everyone not be surprised?

"Still missing the mark."Nalan Yuxian stood there quietly, like an orchid in the mountains.

"He wants to use this battle to completely transcend and reach that state"

"Success leads to life, failure leads to death."

The disciples pondered, the so-called realm is when the soul power perception spreads to 10,000 meters.

In the soul-nurturing realm, this is a supreme achievement.

It can be said that using soul power to become a first-line strong person.

At this time, Meng Tai'a With his murderous intent revealed, he raised his hand and formed a powerful punch.

He then struck towards Zuo Qianchou with lightning speed.

At this distance and at this speed, it was impossible to avoid it.

Zuo Qianchou had no intention of hiding. Holding the brush in hand, he points in the air, and ripples appear in the space, spreading out like water patterns.

The void is the paper, and the soul is the ink.

A magnificent picture of mountains and rivers suddenly takes shape.

"boom!"

Montai'a's fist came in the blink of an eye, crushing the dry and decaying, and the void scroll that had just been formed was shattered.

Zuo Qianchou's soul was shaken, as if it was about to be torn apart. He clenched his silver teeth, and his unyielding will supported him to write again. Painting.

Buzz - mountains, rivers and thousands of miles are outlined in the pen.

Lifelike, like a world born out of thin air, magnificent.

Meng Tai'a has no expression on his face, the magic pattern in his palm bursts out, and he throws his second punch.

Boom - thousands of miles. Mountains and rivers were turned into ashes in an instant.

Zuo Qianchou spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned frighteningly pale.

Both of Montaia's punches were fatal to him, and his soul was on the verge of collapse.

"Die!"

A trace of ferocity flashed in Mentai'a's eyes, and he threw his third punch.

The demon tide surged in the void, the wolf roared, and death came.

Zuo Qianchou closed his eyes. At this moment, his consciousness was eternal, and everything was still..