The Legend of Futian Chapter 831: Want to ask the blue sky

In the battlefield where Ye Futian was located, both the army of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the army of the Holy Dao Palace were surrounded and suppressed.

The basaltic legion is still trapped, and the tortoise is shrouded in a basaltic shell. Every time the magic whip falls, it will directly kill many people in the basaltic battlefield, but the battlefield is still indestructible, waiting for outside support.

Ye Futian still sits cross-legged, touching the piano with his hands, the sound of the piano envelopes the world, and his spiritual power also envelopes the vast and endless void, and all the pictures on the battlefield are branded in his mind.

Everyone in the Palace of the Holy Path is fighting hard, fighting for faith.

Teacher, in fulfilling his promise, he will lead the Tiangang battle formation to block the most elite army of the Great Zhou.

Sword Demon and Xu Shang's sword formations, as well as the big brothers, all rushed into the hinterland of the great army of the Great Zhou Dynasty, fighting at any cost.

This battle is a battle of life and death.

More violent mental power flooded into his mind, as if blending with his mental will, but after all, he was only a middle-class sage. Such a terrifying mental power made him unbearable, and his mental will seemed to collapse So, it's like Hua Jieyu used the Holy Spirit to fight at the beginning, and then passed out directly after the battle.

Now, he faces the same situation.

But at this moment, he was not considering the consequences. The unparalleled mental power was almost uncontrollable. He tried to control his body not to tremble, so that the ten fingers were still playing the piano sound steadily, and the wisps of the piano sound crazily gathered together. As a more terrifying spiritual storm, gradually, there seemed to be a supreme figure condensed and came into being, like an ancient god.

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At this moment, it blooms from Ye Futian's piano sound.

This ancient **** that appeared is constantly condensing and forming, getting bigger and bigger, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, appearing in the center of the fighting army. Many combatants looked up in shock, and the ancient body was filled with Very terrifying spiritual will power.

The power of unparalleled rules flows on this huge body of the ancient god, strands of terrifying purple-gold thunder shining between heaven and earth, and between the ten fingers of the ancient god’s body, there is endless radiance of world-destroying thunder flowing , Every ray of thunder's brilliance is like a whip.

The ancient god’s arm stretched out and came with the endless purple thunder brilliance. The wisps of thunder whips entangled the basalt formations, like the light of the doomsday falling down crazily, striking the super strong in the battle formation. Above the spiritual will, the huge Xuanwu body trembled.

"Jieyu." Ye Futian, who was playing, uttered a voice. Hua Jieyu had the same thoughts as him at this moment, and his body flew up in the sky. The magic whip in his hand was swung with the strongest force, straight towards The Xuanwu battlefield left, directly hitting the center of the endless thunder brilliance, as if it had triggered a terrifying large array.

In an instant, silhouettes shot out from the Xuanwu battle formation, screaming in their mouths.

The entire battle formation, countless powerful people, were all shaken out, the huge basalt torn apart, the battle formation shattered.

Pang Mu stood in the void and saw the people around him being madly shaken off. He also felt a terrible force in his body attacking his spiritual will, and his face turned pale.

Unexpectedly, when he launched an attack on Ye Futian, he would face such a dangerous situation.

"Boom." Pang Mu wanted to retreat, and the Xuanwu Fate Soul appeared and wrapped his body in it. At this moment, he had only one thought, to escape.

"Where are you going?"

An icy voice came out, just like the voice of judgment. This voice fell, and Pang Mu looked up at the ancient god. He saw a pair of terrifying eye pupils, which looked like Ye Futian’s eyes. It was so profound that it made people fall into it. Suddenly, a terrible storm of mental power invaded, and Pang Mu's body was instantly enveloped by the brilliance of purple thunder, and he only felt a tingling of mental power.

Boom...

There was a terrible loud noise, and the ancient **** in the void blasted a punch, as if an infinite star smashed down, blasting on the body of Xuanwu.

Along with the sound of a terrifying shock, the Xuanwu body was directly cracked and broken, Pang Mu spit out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.

"I retired." Pang Mu suddenly felt a strong sense of fear, and if he continued to fight, he would die here.

A whistling wind came out, Hua Jieyu's whip and whip fell, and there was another loud noise. Pang Muru was shocked by the electric shock, and his whole body was numb, and his spiritual will almost collapsed and shattered, but even if he was not directly killed. , There is only one breath left.

"Dead." Ye Futian raised his head and looked towards Pang Mu in the void, his eyes showing cold killing intent.

He wants these people who came to Dao Palace to die.

"Bang!" With another heavy blow, Pang Mu's life and soul collapsed and his body was shattered, and the beating of the whip came again. A miserable voice came out, Pang Mu's mental will collapsed and his body was weak. The falling towards the sky.

Seeing this scene, those people who were badly injured before the Xuanwu battle were pale, and they felt extremely intense fear.

Pang Mu, the leader of the Xuanwu Legion, one of the four leaders of the Great Zhou Dynasty, died in a battle in the most sacred palace of the deserted state.

"Boom."

In the void, Zhou Shengwang's chess pieces fell heavily on the chessboard, and a terrible majestic aura filled his body.

Although Pang Mu was not a royal family, he was also one of the leaders of the four major legions besides the Golden Phoenix Legion of the Great Zhou Dynasty. His status in the Great Zhou Dynasty was not low, and now he was killed in the Most Holy Taoist Palace.

Furthermore, this holy war was a little different from what he had imagined. The strength and determination of the barren state was far beyond his expectations.

"How?" The old village chief dropped a chess piece and looked up at Zhou Shengwangdao. His mood was also a little turbulent. The performance of Ye Futian and the powerhouses of the Holy Taoist Palace made him a little moved.

"Although a legion has been besieged and killed, the same, that battle will be buried." Zhou Shengwang spoke indifferently, landed again, and swallowed an area chess piece of the old village chief.

What Zhou Shengwang was referring to was naturally the Tiangang battle formation headed by Dou Zhan Xianjun.

The old village chief lowered his head and looked in the direction of the Tiangang battle formation.

At this time, the fighting sages gathered the power of the battle formation, and the whole body was radiant, and only three directions were seen. Zhou Mian, Zhou Huang, and Wuliang Xianjun attacked again.

With an angry shout, Dou Zhan Xianjun's Law Bodies once again condensed and came into being. The huge and incomparable body erupted with brilliance, arms raised, full of endless power, and then burst out with the power of the fighting holy gloves. Thousands of fists, want to break the heavens.

However, the three powerhouses on the opposite side all possess sacred artifacts, attacking with the power of the sacred artifacts, breaking open the fist, and descending on the body, the golden phoenix sword penetrates everything, and the sacred body smashes into the void without a measuring ruler. Disintegrated, a terrible attack slammed on the burly body of Dou Zhan Xianjun. His body was broken and his meridians were split. The sword intent of the Golden Phoenix Sword attacked the flesh through the sacred armor, making his body look like To be torn apart.

The sacred instrument was stained with blood, and the breath of Dou Zhan Xianjun fluctuated steadily, seeming to be crumbling, and that stalwart body could not continue to bear.

"Brother, let me come." King Kongxian was disturbed, looking at that stalwart body, he was doing his best to buy time for that battlefield.

"Pang Mu is dead." At this time, Zhou Mian glanced over there with an extremely cold expression. The leader of the Xuanwu Legion died in battle.

Ye Futian, he actually forged an infinitely huge body and smashed into the other legions. On the battlefield over there, the legions of the Great Zhou Dynasty were not dominant.

Dou Zhan Xianjun obviously saw it too. He turned his head and glanced at the battlefield, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Has he destroyed an army of the opponent.

In this way, Dao Gong’s hope is a little bit more. Of course, he also has to protect this Tiangang battle formation from destruction.

"You kill him." Zhou Mian spoke to Zhou Huang and Wuliangxianjun, then turned and led the army to go to another battlefield.

"Where to go." Dou Zhan Xianjun stepped out, and the battle formation immediately moved with him, his body moved toward Zhou Mian, and his domineering fist blasted out again.

"You are looking for death." Zhou Mian said angrily. A wing slashed down, like cutting off the void and splitting his fists. But Dou Zhan Xianjun never thought of giving up, and his arms broke through the air at the same time, endlessly. The fist slammed toward the opponent, and the huge wings behind Zhou Mian slashed down frantically, and the two attacks collided extremely violently.

"Brother, be careful." King Kongxian shouted loudly, and saw a dazzling brilliance descending. Fighting Xianjun was resisting Zhou Mian's attack and was unable to dodge anymore. The Golden Phoenix Sword carried a terrifying mighty stabbing. Above Dou Zhan Xianjun's body, although it was blocked by the holy weapon, the Golden Phoenix Sword could not penetrate his body, but the boundless and fierce sword intent still rushed into his body.

The blood from Dou Zhanxian Jun's mouth kept spitting out, and his internal organs seemed to be torn apart.

At this moment, he remembered what he taught to Ye Futian and Yu Sheng when he first saw them. He said that the body refiner is always strong and others attack you. You can bear it, but the other person cannot bear it. Your attack.

However, this time, it was a little different, even he couldn't bear it.

"Brother." King Kong Xianjun's face was pale~IndoMTL.com~At this moment, even if you want to change the formation, it is difficult.

The opponent will never let go of the opportunity to kill the brother.

"If I fall, you continue." Dou Zhan Xianjun said loudly, the voice fell, his body seemed to burn, seven rays of brilliance madly shuttled through his body, and suddenly a ray of light directly penetrated his body. Penetrating through the fists, feet, chest and abdomen, and even the top of the head, bursts of boundless brilliance.

Tian Can Jue is his practice technique. What is the meaning of the word Tian Can?

Actually, he had one formula that he didn't teach Ye Futian and Yu Sheng, and that was the ultimate formula of Tiancan Art, the Tiancan style.

Break the limits of the physical body and burn all the potential of the physical body.

At this moment, in the Tiangang battle formation, endless aura madly poured into his body, penetrated into his body without reservation, raged and impacted in his body, seven rays of brilliance, straight into the sky.

At this time, Dou Zhan Xianjun's mind is unobstructed, perfect, and a terrifying will power envelopes the heavens.

The vast world, there seems to be a force that resonates with it, above the sky, a terrible storm suddenly blew up, and this wisps of storms raged across the sky and the earth like the rules of a road, and then moved towards the battle of Xianjun. His body left and penetrated his body, causing Dou Zhan Xianjun's expression to move slightly, and he raised his head to look at the sky.

God, are you kidding him too.

At this time, above the void, the chess pieces in the hands of King Zhou Sheng and the old village chief fell, and their eyes were all extremely sharp, looking down at the Dou Zhan Xianjun in the sky.

The state of mind is perfect, and the holy calamity is the most important, do you cast the holy way?

"Haha..." A loud laughter trembled between the world, and Xianjun Dou Zhan stared at the sky and solemnly said: "I want to ask the sky, the geometry of this life, the direction of the heart, death, is there any regret?"

Since God told him to experience the holy way before he died, there is no shortage in this life!

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