Great Emperor Myriad Chapter 1982: One punch blast!

The terrifying fist mark, surrounded by a faint chaotic energy, seems to have come from the beginning of the creation of the world, surrounded by three thousand worlds, and can destroy everything and reopen a world.

Ling Xiao's eyes are extremely clear, and there is an extremely terrifying aura all over his body. Where is there a trace of immobility imprisoned by the five heavenly spells?

Yang Wen couldn't understand at all, why his most powerful five heavenly spells did not have any effect on Ling Xiao, and was broken by Ling Xiao so quietly?

But he didn't have time to think about it anymore. Ling Xiao's punch from the tyrannical world came from the sky, making the hairs all over his body stand up, and he felt a fatal sense of crisis.

"The Heavenly Mantra, Illness!"

Yang Wen's face was extremely ferocious, and he shouted angrily. In an instant, blood mists spread all over his body, and a black-blue rune was outlined in front of him, which vaguely seemed to be a "Royal" word.

In an instant, the vast heavenly might descended, poured into the black-blue runes, and blocked the punch towards Ling Xiao.

However, Yang Wen still felt unsafe, and several defensive holy talismans appeared in his palm, each of which exuded an extremely powerful aura, and at the same time bloomed in front of him, forming dozens of talismans. Defensive enchantment.

Boom!

Ling Xiao's punch fell!

Like a volcanic eruption, hundreds of millions of divine lights were shot out in an instant, endless flames rose, and the thunder was dazzling, as if everything had returned to chaos, leaving only the immortal fist mark.

The black-blue Heavenly Imperial Mantra trembled violently, and at the end, only a crisp sound was heard, and it shattered from the middle in an instant.

And those dozens of defensive barriers didn't let Ling Xiao's punch stop for a moment, but exploded all of a sudden, piercing through everything, setting off a terrifying storm of divine light.

Pfft!

The punch was like a rainbow, and it slammed directly on Yang Wen's body. I saw Yang Wen's black robe shattered like a spider web, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and flew directly. go out!

The black robe on Yang Wen's body was an extremely powerful defensive treasure, but it was still broken in front of Ling Xiao's punch.

Yang Wen still saved his life.

If it weren't for this heavy defense, I'm afraid Ling Xiao would turn into a **** in an instant!

"Long Aotian!!!"

A roar of incomparable grief and indignation came out of Yang Wen's mouth, his breath was sluggish, and his eyes were full of anger and horror.

After he really faced Ling Xiao, he realized how terrifying Ling Xiao's power was.

The current Ling Xiao has taken a big step on the road to the sanctification of the flesh, tempering his body with chaotic energy, his qi and blood are soaring to the sky, and he is unparalleled, even a nine-turn semi-sage can be punched by him Explosive, not to mention Yang Wen, who is physically fragile.

But what Yang Wen still can't understand is that the five heavenly spells are his magical powers at the bottom of the box. How did Ling Xiao break the five heavenly spells silently?

"Uncle Long is mighty!"

"Hahaha... I knew that Uncle Long would definitely win. What a son of a **** Heavenly Curse Sect, not even a single finger of Uncle Long!"

"That's right! If Uncle Long doesn't use the Seal of Fantian, this kid is not doing it. If he uses the Seal of Fantian, I'm afraid there will be no scum left for this kid!"

Many disciples of the Temple of War were stunned, and immediately cheered with great excitement.

Before, when Yang Wen cast the five heavenly spells, their hearts were still a little bit drumming. They didn't know if Ling Xiao could resist, but what they saw in front of them told them the answer.

Uncle Long is still the same Uncle Long, the invincible hand of the same generation!

"Damn, how can his physical strength be so strong?"

Zhan Tianxing's face was extremely ugly, his whole body was trembling, his fingernails were deep in his palms without knowing it, and his eyes were full of shock and unwillingness.

He is now Ling Xiao's combat power is more and more unfathomable, and it is almost incomparable with a few years ago. Some trembling.

"Hoo...is this the power of the curse of the Heavenly Curse Sect? You are too weak! Only you rats in the gutter like to plot against others like this, and you will never get on the stage!"

Ling Xiao smiled coldly, not concealing the contempt in his eyes.

That peerless boxing technique is the explosion of power he has accumulated for a long time. Although Yang Wen plotted against him and cast five Heavenly Spells to defeat him, he also took the plan and pretended to be defeated by five Heavenly Seals. Cursed and imprisoned, while swallowing all the strange curse power in his body with the secret technique of swallowing the sky, he also exploded his most powerful punch so far.

The Fist of the Emperor!

Although what Ling Xiao realized was only a skin, this punch was enough to sweep everyone below the rank nine and half saint.

After this punch exploded, almost half of Ling Xiao's power was taken away, and he also felt an incomparably strong sense of weakness.

But the result was very shocking. The holy son of the Heavenly Curse Sect, Yang Wen, was beaten by Ling Xiao with one punch. If this were to spread out, it would be enough to make Ling Xiao famous in the God Realm, and those at the top. The arrogant and evil spirits are juxtaposed!

"Long Aotian, don't be too arrogant! Although I don't know how you broke my five heavenly spells, this battle is not over yet!"

Yang Wen suddenly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and there were streaks of black light all over his body, as if a rune emerged from the void, and then poured into his body, allowing his breath to return to the original speed with the naked eye.

Yang Wen's eyes showed a **** killing intent, and the whole person seemed extremely crazy. The black light and blood light gathered around him, as if forming countless mysterious figures, lingering around him, kneeling towards him. , making his aura more bizarre and evil.

"This is... a blood curse?!"

Hua Tianqiong, who has always looked indifferent, couldn't help showing a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Although the five celestial curses are powerful, in the celestial curse sect, the ten thousand spirit blood curse is even more strange and powerful than the five heavenly curses. It uses its own blood as a guide and uses the power of the primordial spirit to imprint the heavens and myriads. The power of the spirit, the blood curse formed in the end, is the most terrifying power of the curse. Those who are infected will instantly turn into a pool of pus and blood, and will never be born again.

However, ~IndoMTL.com~ those who cast the Myriad Spiritual Blood Curse will also pay a huge price, ranging from loss of blood essence and blood, a drop in their cultivation realm, and a complete loss of cultivation, or even complete death!

No one would have thought that Yang Wen was forced by Ling Xiao to the point where he even cast the Ten Thousand Spirit Blood Curse.

"Huh?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flickered, seeing the mysterious blood-colored shadows around Yang Wen's body, and he also felt a sense of crisis in his heart, which made him a little cautious.

"Long Aotian, try my Heavenly Curse Sect's greatest blood curse, hahaha..."

Yang Wen laughed loudly, and the whole person looked extremely crazy, and the blood in his eyes instantly became extremely intense!

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