"Be careful!"

Lan Xin hurriedly shouted, tears flickering faintly in her beautiful eyes.

She knew very well the power of this palm, if the poisonous gas spread to her heart, the gods would not be able to save her.

"Uh......" Xuanyuan Lin was stretched apart by the powerful impact of his limbs, his body fell back weakly, his black hair was scattered in the air, and the originally strong aura quickly faded, weak as a mortal.

After a moment of condensation in the air, he suddenly turned into a ball of electric light, and quickly swooped towards the earth, only to hear a bang, and the smoke and dust were everywhere, and the houses in the center of his landing instantly turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared, leaving only a huge pit with a diameter of 100 meters, full of a sense of strength, just looking at it, the inner shock was difficult to subside for a long time.

Wu Heng hunted in white, taking a step at a time in the void, as if he was walking in the air with a sword. This is a kind of morality, destroying the Tao!

He quickly rushed towards the huge pit on the ground, and glanced at it with his divine eye, and found that Xuanyuan Lin was already standing upright under the pit, unscathed, seeing this scene, Wu Heng's heart turned over for a while: "What's the matter?!"

"Could this be the legendary Demonic Holy Clothes?" Suddenly, Nameless was surprised and lost his voice, how could this lost treasure be on Xuanyuan Lin?

At this moment, Xuanyuan Lin was covered in a battle armor with a flickering black light, and many black dragons were imprinted on the battle armor, and some strange-shaped buildings, as if depicting a city full of darkness, and some black dragons living in the city, giving people a very weird and dim visual impact as a whole, as if that place was the legendary Demon Domain.

Demon City and Demon Domain are completely different concepts, Demon City is just a city title of the Xuanyuan family, and Demon Domain is already an otherworldly plane, the same form as the Heavenly Continent, there are no human beings in it, there are some powerful beasts, and there is also the legendary 100,000-year-old black dragon, the legend of the first defensive saint soldier in the Demon Continent, is this Demon Holy Clothes!

"Demonic Holy Clothes?" Hearing this, Wu Heng carefully looked at this holy robe a few times with the power of his divine eye, and then laughed and said: "Xuanyuan Lin, you have this ability, except for imitation, can't you take out a real thing?"

"Joke, the Demon Holy Clothes are guarded by more than a dozen terrifying black dragons, even if the Ancient Emperor was alive hundreds of thousands of years ago, he may not be able to take it out!" Xuanyuan Lin scoffed, and seemed to look down on Wu Heng, an uninformed "illiterate", he ventured to the Demon Domain back then, and was fortunate to observe the Demon Holy Clothes from a long distance, but he was almost chased and killed by a 10,000-year-old black dragon.

"It turned out to be an imitation. Seeing this, Xuanyuan Qingyun and the others all breathed a sigh of relief, if such an anti-heaven thing as the Demon Holy Clothes was in his hands, Zhongzhou estimated that no one would be able to hold it down.

Presumably, Xuanyuan Lin had just used the imitation technique of the Heaven Devouring Demon Skill to evolve the Demon Sacred Clothes in order to block the huge poison in Wu Heng's palm.

Lan Xin, like Xuanyuan Qingyun and others, breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, Xuanyuan Lin was well-informed, and even the demonic holy clothes, which were known as the first defense treasure of ancient and modern exchanges, could evolve, otherwise that palm would inevitably attack the heart with poisonous gas, and the body would die.

"It's a pity that I don't have much time to observe the Demon Divine Cloak for too long, otherwise I will definitely be able to evolve its power. Xuanyuan Lin stood in the center of the giant pit and sighed, and then, the battle armor on his body turned into clouds and dissipated, and he could only block the fatal palm. But this is amazing enough, in a place like the Demon Domain, you can be targeted by a powerful existence at any time, and it is difficult to count the saints who have died in that place in ancient and modern times, and it is recorded that there are one hundred and thirty-seven great supernatural figures, and there are no records of more.

He can comprehend the mysteries of the Demon Saint Clothes in such a short period of time, it is absolutely impossible to do it without extraordinary comprehension, it can be said that his talent is far ahead of the younger generation on the mainland, of course, then again, if there is no terrifying comprehension ability, Xuanyuan Lin will not be able to practice the second half of the Heaven Devouring Demon Skill.

Wu Heng didn't want to delay for too long, his black qi skyrocketed three zhang high, and rushed towards Xuanyuan Lin with the hair of the displacement void, and said in a deep voice: "Your Heaven Devouring Demon Skill, one weapon can only evolve once a day, I want to see how you block my second palm!"

Xuanyuan Lin immediately dodged, flying out of the hundred zhang away like a floating light, and kept transmitting the voice: "Nameless, use your Heaven Slaughtering Knife to interfere with him!"

"Hmph. At this time, Nameless just snorted coldly, and had no idea of helping. He retreated farther and farther, and he was the same as Nangong Chen, and he also ran away with oil on the soles of his feet! It seems that the battle of Fengyue Pavilion that made him discredited back then still hasn't been forgotten, Xuanyuan Lin let him lose his reputation, and he also married his most beloved woman Lan Xin, in this kind of mustard situation, Nameless has no reason to help at all, it is already very good without adding fuel to the fire, and helping is simply wishful thinking.

When Lan Xin saw Nameless's reaction, his heart was cold, Nameless was the only one on the scene who was good at long-range combat, if he ran away, how could he and Xuanyuan Lin be in an invincible state of Wuheng at the beginning?!

Seeing that Nameless had also followed in Nangong Chen's footsteps, Wu Heng chased after Xuanyuan Lin all the way and said, "I really feel sad for you..."

"Hehe, sad or not, I don't need you to comment. Xuanyuan Lin drank coldly, and an ancient divine weapon evolved in his hand again, it was a guqin, Fuxiqin!

"Kick!"

The moment he plucked the strings, a burst of magic sound spread like ripples throughout Beiyuan Island, the monks of the Xuanyuan family were seriously injured, and they didn't have much ability to resist, after being eroded by the magic sound, they suddenly had a headache, and even some weak female disciples coughed up blood on the spot, and their faces were extremely painful.

Xuanyuan Lin retreated, shaking the strings and threatening: "Wu Heng, you and I are both smart people, if you insist on chasing, then the people of the Xuanyuan family will be my funeral offerings!"

Wu Heng frowned, Xuanyuan Lin actually gave himself this hand, it was really a dog jumping off the wall, he immediately waved his right hand in the void, sprinkling a large area of golden light, and the brilliance gradually formed a complex and mysterious font, which was used to depict the pattern of the formation.

"Seal the formation!"

When the demonic sounds that eroded people's hearts were transmitted one by one, Wu Heng had already sacrificed the sealing array, and at that time, a transparent golden bell shrouded the monks of the Xuanyuan family, sealing them and isolating them from the world, so that the demonic sound would not be transmitted in.

And Wu Heng is naturally fine, what Xuanyuan Lin has in his hand is just a copy of the imitation, just one percent of the power of the real product, he used selflessness to concentrate and hold his breath, and he was not affected at all.

At this time, Lan Xin held a picture of Jingxiu mountains and rivers, threw it into the sky, and hovered above Wu Heng's head, the mountains and rivers painted in ink were full of grandeur and magnificence, it seemed that there was really a big world inside, when the picture appeared above his head, Wu Heng only felt that there was a heavy sense of majesty like a mountain penetrating his heart, which was very shocking.

However, the Yihuan album was already suspended above Wu Heng's head, but he just didn't go into the painting, which made Lan Xin surprised and said, "Why can't you accept it?!"

Xuanyuan Lin said: "Of course you can't accept it, Wu Heng has already comprehended the morality of selflessness, his heart is like stopping water, and he will not even be affected by the sacrifice of demon souls and the invasion of 100,000 years of insect poison, let alone the fantasy album!"

"In this way, doesn't it mean that we are doomed......" Lan Xin was speechless, what kind of demon is Wu Heng, magical things are endless, and they are tricky

"Not necessarily. "Xuanyuan Lin is also a generation against the sky, and the holy soldiers that can evolve in his hands are also endless, first the Donghuang Bell, and then the Demon Holy Clothes, and then Fu Xiqin, after finding that Fu Xiqin was ineffective, even the Jiuli pot was also made, and it was a complete Jiuli pot, the lid and the body of the pot were the same, and there was one more lid than Nangong Chen, who had a genuine product in his hand.

Wu Heng chased fiercely all the way, the fist in his hand was stronger than all the holy soldiers, and as soon as the poison was stained, any imitation of the holy soldiers would melt.

Xuanyuan Lin retreated all the way, the surrounding land was constantly changing, originally still in the center of the city, behind the feet was already a leafy forest, and even later had come to the middle of the vast sea.

Both of them were like an abyss, it was difficult to see where the bottom limit was, there were countless holy laws and weapons in their hands, and the void was shattered again and again, leaving behind many mysterious patterns.

The sword and sword shadows, the light waves were churning, some mountains were collapsed, the big waves were stacked, and even some small islands around were wiped out in an instant between the two of them, and the fierce battle was very fierce.

"Poof"

Half an hour later, Xuanyuan Lin, the invincible young generation, spat out a mouthful of golden blood, and was finally broken through the first line of defense.

Wu Heng was also scarred, and his divine body had also penetrated many blood holes, but he still pressed the essence blood of the Yuan Shen without spitting it out, occupying a slight upper hand, he wiped away the dense beads of sweat on his forehead with his hand, and his fighting spirit had reached a crazy state, and he shouted at Xuanyuan Lin: "It seems that you can't hold it for long!"

"Haha, you have a forbidden spell in your body, I'm afraid you will die before me. Xuanyuan Lin was still colored, he opened his mouth, and a golden palace burst out of his mouth, and the palace was infinitely magnified, isolating the two. This time, he is exhausted in donkey skills, this palace is a real palace, refined with the power of the primordial god for more than 30 years, as a life-saving thing.

"Qiankun Ninety-eighth Fist!" And Wu Heng has continuously evolved the Qiankun Divine Fist to the point of the ninety-eighth fist, and the power of the fist is superimposed, you can imagine how terrifying its lethality will be, no wonder Xuanyuan Lin even spit out the talisman palace from his mouth, he was forced to have no way out!

"Boom"

That fist rushed out, like a golden sun descending on Zhongzhou, and a large area of the sea was reflected in the golden yellow, flashing and sparkling.

Suddenly, the endless energy fluctuations made the entire heaven and earth darken, and the hundred-meter-high palace was instantly buried by the golden sea, and Xuanyuan Lin's long hair was also blown up by the wind.

With the burst of dazzling and bright light, there were many scars and broken walls in the magnificent palace in front of Xuanyuan Lin, and it was estimated that it would not be able to hold the ninety-ninth punch!

"Qiankun Ninety-Nine Punches!" Wu Heng didn't give the other party any respite, and punched out the most terrifying punch, at this moment, he was like an invincible demon god, standing in the center of the North Sea, and let out a demonic roar that pierced the Nine Heavens.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Lin was really panicked, Gong Que was connected to his real name Yuanshen, if he was beaten, he would have to die!

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