Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 873: Weiling
"Brother, you are amazing."
When the Qinglian Guandao people vomited blood and fell to the ground in a blockbuster, when countless Sui Dynasty soldiers were fainted by the pressure of the terrifying supernatural spirit, when countless giant soldiers slowly approached, and the flames spread from one to the other. No damage can be done to these giant soldiers.
Xiahou Wuming stood up, clasped his fists, nodded his head, and admired Wu Tie: "Among my brothers, there is a hero like you. It really makes me happy and frightened."
Sighed, Xiahou Wuming's face was full of tyrannical colors. After a short while, he became like an angry lion. The high crown on his head burst, and the ribbon of his hair exploded into shatters. The long hair is standing up like a lion's mane.
"But, you have to use the power of one person to conduct the entire Sui Chao... it seems not enough."
Wu Tie pointed to the ghosts, demons, and demon monarchs lined up behind him, and then toward the west side of the battlefield that had stopped, standing side by side, the Netherworld Pengzun and the Ten Thousand Poisonous Poisonous Lords.
"Two demon-lords, I heard that you take good care of the blood prison, so, according to your love, this king can't help you...being an enemy or a friend, it's up to you!"
Wu Tie beckoned to the two demon lords: "However, this king thinks it is better for us to be friends."
Netherworld Pengzun and Wanpoxun looked at Wu Tie in horror for a while, and then they laughed in unison, the laughter was sharp and ear-piercing, like two awls piercing the sky. Their laughter shook countless flintlocks nearby, spraying blood into the elite ears, and each one fell to the ground and twitched.
"We, of course, are friends." You Ming Peng Zun and Wan Po Xun Zun laughed in unison, their bodies shook, and they appeared directly behind Wu Tie.
They stood behind Wu Tie, and then looked up and down at Zhu Ganglu: "Dead pig head, this time, you have fooled an incredible character...heh, maybe...you...hehe! "
Obviously, the two demon lords have something to say to Zhu Ganglu, but at this moment it is not appropriate to say that they just laughed strangely.
Pig Gang patted his belly lightly, grinning lightly, showing a simple and honest smile.
"Look, I'm not alone." Wu Tie smiled and looked at Xiahou Wuming: "Taishi thought that it depends on the venerables..."
"Can you dare to fight?" Xiahou Wuming tilted his head slightly and squinted at Wu Tie: "You and my brother, a fair fight. You won, brother, I resigned, and I no longer care about Sui Dynasty; If you lose, take these monsters and ghosts and leave, and wait for my brother to settle down in the dynasty, let's do it by means?"
Wu Tie rubbed his hands vigorously and smiled at Xiahou Wuming: "It's a fair fight? But how can it be fair if you and I fight each other? Taishi brother, my strength, you've seen it just now."
Xiahou Wuming said in a solemn voice: "Thirty-three days of witchcraft blood formation... The old man personally presided over the formation. If you can break the formation with one person, the old man will admit defeat."
On the side of the Six Demon Venerable Demon, the whole body is scarlet, representing the'raging' demon Venerable with a sharp smile: "King Wu, don't be fooled, the evil formation of the Xiahou clan has a record of killing the demon..."
Netherworld Pengzun murmured: "Thirty-three days of witch demon blood formation?'Witch demon'? Witch? Well, there seems to be a record of this ethnicity in the bloodline memory of this deity's ancestor... That is, the more ancient human race Miao descent than the Huang Sui Ren family enshrined in Sui Dynasty!"
Wu Tie waved his hand and smiled at Xiahou Wuming: "Okay, it's the thirty-three days of witch devil blood formation..."
Before fighting against the Taoists of Qinglianguan, Wu Tie’s clothes were all shattered. He simply rolled up a large piece of colorful light, condensed into a set of colorful Xiaguang robe and slashed on his body, and walked in volley. Sui are all over the sky.
"Come!" Wu Tiechao Xiahou beckoned without name.
"Go!" Xiahou Wuming also pulled his clothes clean, he shouted, and the dazzling white and golden air gathered in the void, and it condensed into a piece of silver on him. White gown.
With a shaking of both hands, Xiahou Wuming's left hand has an extra beast-faced square shield, and his right hand has an extra heavy axe.
Xiahou Wusheng and other thirty-three members of the Xiahou clan stepped forward. They wore heavy armor, and their armor emitted a dazzling light. Gradually, their skins became pure gold, like a gold cast. Into a battle puppet.
The thirty-three days of Wu Mo Li's blood formation has taken shape, and Xiahou Wuming roared, turning into a white light and rushing into the formation.
The original formation of blood, it feels fierce and boundless, and the billowing fierce aura is almost substantial, making people daunting. However, after Xiahou Wuming entered the formation, the whole Lixue Formation suddenly became agile, the monstrous evil aura suddenly introverted, and in the great formation was condensed into strands of silver Changhong, which was like a substance, circling and dancing rapidly.
The figures of Xiahou Wuming, Xiahou Wusheng and others disappeared completely, leaving behind a trail of silver changhong hovering and flying in the void. In a blink of an eye, the silver changhong exploded, and one statue was one hundred meters tall, born with blue fangs, and even three heads and six arms. , Or the witch demon with all four arms, muscular knots, foot dragons, strange pythons wrapped around his waist, and all kinds of primal energy tides hovering around him, appeared out of nowhere.
The Lixue Formation spewed out a cloud of red and **** turbid aura, and the void around the great formation squirmed, oscillating, and faintly uttered a deep thunder.
Then, this large array is like a black hole, slowly rotating, the surrounding void, time, and all tangible and intangible, perceivable and imperceptible existence, all slowly collapsed into the large array.
Swallow everything and annihilate everything.
"Please!" Xiahou's nameless voice came from the big formation. His voice became extremely cold and rigid, like a sharp sword that had been frozen in the glacier for countless years.
There were a lot of Suizhao generals with insufficient cultivation, but they heard the nameless voice of Xiahou, and they felt as if the soul had been struck by a sword, each of them hissing and screaming, and fell from the air with their heads in their arms.
"Come!" Wu Tie strode towards the secret witch formation of the Wu clan, and a huge suction rotation attacked, actively dragging Wu Tie into the big formation.
There was a real evil spirit in all directions, mixed with the killing intent of Xiahou Wusheng and others, the evil energy became bloody, countless strands of evil energy whizzed towards Wutie with a harsh sound, like countless arrows shot at On him.
Wu Tie did not take any precautions, letting these evil auras cut his body.
In the piercing tearing sound, a series of evil qi exploded into shatters, and countless fine sparks exploded on Wu Tie's body, and the oil skin was not damaged at all.
The surrounding environment has become extremely terrifying.
Gravity is soaring rapidly, reaching millions of times the external standard gravity in an instant.
The air pressure is also soaring, reaching above the standard million barometric pressure in an instant.
The temperature is also soaring, and it was only slightly hotter when entering the formation, but with the effort of your fingers, the temperature in the formation soared to millions of degrees... This kind of temperature, even in the ordinary gods, is just a little touch Touch it and it will burn into coke immediately.
The waves of terrifying thoughts, like ancient wild beasts, hit like tides.
A huge roar of the Demon God exploded in Wu Tie's ears, and then directly invaded his mind in waves.
The powerful, sticky killing intent is like glue, sticking to Wu Tie's skin, trying to follow his skin and invade his internal organs.
Countless phantoms of corpse mountains and seas of blood breed in front of Wu Tie. He saw countless scenes of giant demon gods tens of thousands of feet tall and countless strange creatures fighting wildly, and those giant demon gods exploded with terrifying power between their hands and feet. , They used a lot of magical secret arts, Wu Tie was very familiar with it.
It became three heads and six arms, with a vertical eye in the eyebrows. Xiahou Wuming waved a three-sided square shield and a three-handed heavy axe, roaring out of the big formation.
He became knotted with muscles all over his body, and sweat poured out of him like a waterfall. His whole body was spewing terrible heat, exuding suffocating suffocation and soul shock, like a mad beast, straight towards Wu Tie Rushed up.
The witch clan formation is not too mysterious, it is pure, straightforward, rude and violent.
Thirty-three witch tribe erlangs are connected as one, using secret methods, activating blood, and obtaining the power of a certain wizard incarnation of the ancient mythology era, connecting the powers through formations, in exchange for the blessing of the great power of heaven and earth, and then Infused into the body of the formation.
Make a person's strength thousands of times, tens of thousands of times stronger.
Even if it is a harmless little white rabbit, as long as it can withstand the blessing of this huge force, it can kill the dragon.
Even a harmless little white rabbit, as long as he can withstand the pressure of this evil spirit and soul shock, he will have endless fighting skills and become the most terrifying fighter machine in the world.
Xiahou Wuming rushed in front of Wu Tie, with three heavy axes in his hand, and a mysterious afterimage suddenly appeared.
Either light, heavy, or extremely fast, the three-handed heavy axe blasted out dozens of different moods, and instantly smashed tens of thousands of axes on Wu Tie's body.
Xiahou Wuming's attack frequency has been accelerated to a point where nothing can be attached.
The bullet index was ten thousand blows, followed by tens of thousands of blows, followed by tens of thousands of blows.
A heavy axe condensed by the power of gold with a handle keeps exploding, and every blow is like a meteor hitting the earth, placed in the outside world, and any single blow can completely destroy the earth in a radius of a million miles.
The huge roar continued to sound, and Xiahou Wuming roared wildly, hysterically pouring endless power in his body toward Wu Tie.
With Xiahou’s nameless cultivation base, under the blessing of the thirty-three days of witch devil’s blood formation, his skin, muscles, even bones and internal organs are constantly torn apart, and then they are unique to the Wu tribe. With the blessing of powerful vitality and the support of the huge energy of essence and blood, his injuries continued to heal.
Blood sprayed, roaring like thunder.
Xiahou Wuming fell into a crazy, primitive state of self.
He completely forgot everything about the outside world. He just tried his best to attack Wu Tie. He tried his best, out of instinct, and wanted to knock down Wu Tie.
This is him, as the old lady teacher of Sui Dynasty, the most stubborn obsession and the strongest perseverance in his heart.
He, Xiahou Wuming, a four-dynasty veteran of the Sui Dynasty, and today's Taishi.
He, the contemporary patriarch of the Xiahou clan, and the ancestors of the Xiahou clan, who once followed the founding **** emperor of the Sui Dynasty, established this glorious country with one hand.
The generations of the ancestors of the Xiahou clan threw their heads and shed blood for Sui Chao...On the four sides of the battlefield, almost every year, Xiahou clan members died in battle. In the ancestral hall of the Xiahou clan, there are enshrined the spiritual seat of countless Xiahou clan members who died in battle.
Ninety-nine percent of those ancestors died horribly.
But in the hearts of every member of the Xiahou clan, in the spiritual position of the ancestral hall, there seems to be a figure suspended there, condescendingly overlooking these still living people.
Xiahou clan has merged with Sui Dynasty.
"I, can't be defeated!" Xiahou hissed and roared, his mouth kept bleeding: "How can I be defeated?"
Xiahou Wuming has his pride.
He never thought that because of Feng Rong's reckless behavior and the turbulence of the Sui Dynasty court, he actually had the opportunity to pit so many monsters with one hand.
A dozen or so senior monsters.
If they can be killed here... the war situation between Sui Dynasty and the four enemy countries will greatly benefit Sui Dynasty.
One is going to go down and the other is going to be strong. Perhaps, Sui Chao has the opportunity to completely resolve the threat of the four enemy countries.
If this is the case, the Sui Dynasty is bound to have a fierce national fortune, and it is bound to be peaceful and peaceful.
And his nameless Xiahou will also be written in the history books of Sui Dynasty. The entire Xiahou clan will be remembered by Sui Dynasty government and opposition forever because of this battle.
But... Wu Tie!
"Give me, defeat!" Xiahou roared hysterically, his attacks became wilder and more alarming.
Countless dazzling fires exploded on Wu Tie, and Wu Tie stood steadily in place amidst the loud noise. No matter how Wuming Wuming used the power of the large array to bombard, he just stood still in place. .
Just now, there are a large number of Dao patterns in the multi-spiral light flow in Wutie's body, and a large number of Dao patterns are integrated into his body.
His divine fetus has collapsed to a height of only one foot, Wu Tie's strength has advanced by leaps and bounds, and his understanding of Pangu's true body has more whimsical ideas, and his strength has once again been improved.
The attack of this bloodbath formation has indeed reached the level of honor.
But if you want to deal with Wutie at this moment, it's still a bit not enough.
Wu Tie abruptly endured Xiahou Wuming's indiscriminate bombardment, Xiahou Wuming ignited a **** flame, and he had completely fallen into a state of madness.
After a quarter of an hour, Wu Tie suddenly raised his right hand and blasted it out with a punch.
There was a loud bang, and the blood formation of the witches and demons burst out for the entire thirty-three days. Xiahou Wuming, Xiahou Wusheng and others vomited blood together, falling from the sky one by one with pale faces.
"We are brothers of the same clan...Since I recognize this great formation, I will naturally break this great formation."
Wu Tie looked down on Xiahou Wuming, who fell on the ground and vomited blood constantly, and was unable to stand up. He smiled indifferently: "Brother Taishi, you, don't worry about Sui Chao. You, rest assured, in the future... …What's next, we will talk about it later."
Wu Tie waved his hand, and Lao Tie yelled. A large group of five-element elven elders swarmed up, serving one of them three or five, helping Xiahou Wuming and the others, and at the same time they separated them far away.
Wu Tie looked at Feng Chen and the others, who were looking bleak in the distance, and said calmly: "Now, I speak, you have to listen...you, won't you object?"
A Taoist from Qinglian Temple screamed angrily.
The black sword turned into a strand of black sword light, which instantly penetrated his body.
This person suddenly collapsed~IndoMTL.com~ and fell from the sky.
Wu Tie smiled. He had already snatched the ancient jade charm in Xiahou Wuming's hand and crushed it easily.
The original version of the flames of fire was passed down violently, and then the simple and crude altars everywhere went out at the same time.
A ball of flint flames the size of a water tank flew into the sky from the ruins of Qianyuan Hall, and the avenue furnace quickly flew over, swallowing the flint flames that have been passed down from generation to generation in the sui dynasty.
Wu Tie let out a loud roar, he used the "Pangu Sutra" to transform into Pan Gu's real body, and his strength soared again. At this moment, Wu Tie, who is more than fifty thousand feet tall, stood in mid-air, sending out like a tsunami in all directions. Amazing tidal waves of majestic mana.
Under Wu Tie's awe, no one dared to move around.
"Come here, your Majesty Feng Rong, please come over."
Wu Tie burst into laughter, and the Blood Prison screamed, rushing towards the demon-faced Feng Rong.
No one dared to move around.