Netherworld Prison?

In the cuffs, the three-legged little toad was so anxious that it almost broke the sound, but before it opened its mouth, Yang Yu had already noticed something strange.

The moment he called out the "Kuixing Fight", the overwhelming pressure that seemed to be able to destroy everything suddenly decreased...

"This is?"

Yang Yu's heart moved.

In a trance, he felt that above the shadows that were so far away, the unknowing place, the divine image mixed with three colors seemed to be conscious, looking down.

The hollow eyes seemed to move...

boom!

The next moment, the shocking intersection exploded under the gaze of countless people inside and outside the city.

The indescribable huge force had crushed the surging true energy in an instant, followed by the Yuan Magnetic Qi field...

This is the most powerful and powerful, but it is pure to the extreme!

The moment he faced his sharpness, Yang Yu felt that he was about to be crushed into tiny particles that were invisible to the naked eye!

However, until now, he had not shaken the slightest, even though his body seemed to make an unbearable trembling sound.

All his mind and spirit are still gathered on the eight or nine mysterious skills, exhausting everything, burning the spirit, and boiling the spirit,

Like a huge palm, grasping into the shadow...

...

it's over!

Looking up at the sky, looking at the interweaving lightning, soaring into the sky, facing the huge shadows that drooped down, Xue Dilong's only remaining eye sockets seemed to be shining with ghost fire.

At this moment, he could only see the shadow that was so vast that he didn't know what the shadow was, but he knew,

Yu Yang is dead!

boom!

It seems that a meteor is shaking and exploding in the sky, and a large area of ​​lightning and fire spread in all directions, like the most gorgeous meteor shower.

"it's over……"

Xue Dilong forced his eyes wide open, but the next moment, his gaze was frozen.

The figure that fell like a meteor shattered the White Jade Square within a radius of a hundred feet. In the rolling smoke and dust, he seemed to hear a shocking giant elephant hiss!

In a trance, he seemed to see a giant elephant intertwined with two colors, like a slander and Tai Chi on his back, stomping his feet in the dust, his voice moving for ten miles!

"This is……"

boom!

A huge roar filled the sea of ​​heart.

With Yang Yu’s practice today, he felt that his mind was dispersed, as if a big explosion occurred in the depths of his soul!

It was just a wisp of breath that seemed to be there and not, but it seemed to be even more violent and terrifying than the falling thunder in the sky!

"Eight and Nine Profound Arts, Contain the Aura!"

Yang Yu was shocked but not confused, forcing the eight or nine mysterious skills to control the aura he seized from the shadow:

"Sound! Sorry! Sorry!"

Buzz!

At this moment, the mirror embedded in the gluttony cauldron appeared in front of Yang Yu's eyes.

On the bronze mirror reflected by the eight or nine mysterious skills, a giant elephant with two colors intertwined is stomping her feet, swaying her nose, and singing her eyes...

The extremely terrifying fluctuations even made the bronze mirror tear apart, and his shadow was almost stepped on by the giant elephant!

This is a sign that he cannot intimidate the Divine Elephant Qi!

"Kuixing!"

Without any hesitation, Yang Yu changed his mind and said that the three major fruits of the purple gold gourd in the Gluttony Cauldron had all shaken, bursting out the light of three colors.

The afterimage of Kuixing appears in the mirror at the same time!

call!

The violent divine elephant suddenly calmed down. Taking the opportunity, Yang Yu once again forced the eighth and nine mysterious skills to intimidate this energy and cultivate the second change of the eighth and nine mysterious skills...

only……

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like after a long time, Yang Yu stopped in a exhausted manner.

[The second change of the eight nine mysterious skill: the transformation of the divine image!]

Completed?!

Yang Yu's thought flashed, and he suddenly became stiff when he touched the bronze mirror.

Success, but not yet completely successful.

In the bronze mirror, he was still sitting cross-legged inside, carrying three great fruits, and thunder and lightning lingered in his body...

However, the divine elephant did not appear under him, but stood behind him like a giant mountain...

"you?!"

Xue Dilong's eyes were red and he was extremely frightened and angry.

At this moment, he had no idea what happened in that collision.

But he noticed extremely keenly that Yang Yu was injured, but he was only injured...

His breath rose instead of falling, as if he had gained great benefits in that collision...

"Why are you still not dead?!"

He squirted out a big mouth of blood. Xue Dilong only regretted that he was not dead in front. Suddenly, he was so fierce that he crashed into the floor beneath him.

He would rather die than fall into this man’s hands!

Bang!

A low muffled sound spread far away.

Xue Dilong's neck bone broke with a "click" and his head, which was only half of his flesh, turned back, but did not explode.

Because he was hitting Yang Yu's palm that was poking out.

"you!"

Xue Dilong was extremely resentful and wanted to die, but the five ghosts pressed down on their limbs.

"You are even more useless than Yang thought. Before you die, you can't get rid of the control of the flesh and blood altar..."

The dust dissipated, Yang Yu's eyes were cold, and he suddenly made a move, and a huge suction force burst out between his five fingers.

"Hare..."

Accompanied by a shrill scream, Xue Dilong's whole body twitched violently.

A blood-colored demon shadow that seemed to exist or not was peeled off from his body and was crushed by Yang Yu!

The demon shadow screamed and struggled, but how could he break free and escape? After a few moments, he was pinched into a blood-colored round bead.

"puff!"

A stream of dirty blood surged out from the broken neck. Xue Dilong's whole body shook, and his head turned around and returned to his original position.

Sticky black blood gushed out from his seven orifices.

"Blood Prison and the Underworld, Blood Prison and the Underworld..."

He reached out and straightened his neck. Xue Dilong sat cross-legged with difficulty. Most of his face was covered with blood and flesh, and a ferocious look that seemed to be crying and laughing flashed:

"I thought I had a plan, but in fact, I had become a demon nightmare a hundred years ago but didn't know it. It's ridiculous, ridiculous..."

His voice was calm and sad, and his will, sometimes rising, sometimes falling, fluctuating violently.

Looking at the mysterious swordsman in front of him, Xue Dilong was empty in his heart, no longer resentment, only indescribable melancholy...

He is going to die...

In a trance, the past hundred years have flowed through his heart like smoke and dust.

Just like Yang Yu, he is also a mud-legged person. The only difference is that the former was born in the border, and he is only a thousand miles away from the capital of God.

But, still poor.

His father and ancestors were all from farmers. In his entire life, he failed to walk out of hundreds of miles. He had never been to God even once...

He was unwilling to be like his father, and died of old age in the farmland. He tried his best to please the hunters in the village. He learned a few fists and for the first time, he walked out of the village...

His fate finally changed that day.

Secluded cave, flesh and blood altar...
To be continued...