Chapter 1983

The terrible fist print is surrounded by a faint chaotic atmosphere, as if it came from the beginning of the world and surrounded the three thousand world. It can break everything and reopen a world.

Lingxiao's eyes are very clear, and his whole body exudes a terrible smell. Where is there a trace of immobility imprisoned by the five heavenly spells?

Yang Wengen couldn't understand why his five most powerful mantras didn't have any impact on Lingxiao, so he was quietly broken by Lingxiao?

But he had no time to think about it. Lingxiao's fist from all over the world came from the sky, which made his hair stand up and felt a fatal sense of crisis.

"Imperial curse, disease!"

Yang Wen's face was extremely ferocious, and he drank angrily. For a moment, there was a blood mist all over his body. A dark blue Rune was outlined in front of him, which vaguely looked like a word "Royal".

In an instant, the vast power of heaven came down, poured into the dark blue runes, and blocked the fist towards Lingxiao.

However, Yang Wen still felt insecure. Several defensive holy amulets appeared in the palm of his hand. Each one exuded an incomparably powerful breath. At the same time, it bloomed in front of him, forming dozens of defensive barriers.

Boom!

Lingxiao's fist fell down!

It was like a volcanic eruption. In an instant, hundreds of millions of divine lights were emitted, endless flames were rising, and the thunder was blazing. It was as if everything had returned to chaos, leaving only the eternal fist print.

The dark blue imperial mantra trembled violently. At last, only a clear sound was heard, and it was broken from the middle in an instant.

The dozens of defensive barriers did not let Lingxiao's fist stay for a moment, but directly burst open, penetrated everything, and set off a terrible divine light storm.

Poof!

The punch was as powerful as a rainbow and directly hit Yang Wen. He saw that Yang Wen's black robe was smashed like a spider's web, and his whole person suddenly ejected a mouthful of blood and flew out directly!

The black robe on Yang Wen's body is an incomparably powerful defense treasure, but it was still broken in front of Lingxiao's fist.

Yang Wen still saved his life.

If it weren't for this heavy defensive means, I'm afraid he would turn into powder in an instant under Lingxiao's fist!

"Long Aotian!!!"

Yang Wen's mouth uttered a roar of incomparable grief and anger. The whole person's breath was depressed, and his eyes were full of anger and panic.

After he really faced Lingxiao, he realized how terrible Lingxiao's power was.

Today's Lingxiao has taken a big step on the road of becoming a saint in the flesh. It quenches the body with chaotic energy. Its blood is surging and powerful. Even the nine turn and half saint can be blasted by his fist, not to mention the fragile Yang Wen in the flesh.

But what Yang Wen never understood was that the five heavenly spells were his magic power at the bottom of the box. How did Lingxiao break the five heavenly spells silently?

"Martial uncle long is powerful!"

"Hahaha... I knew that martial uncle long would win. The son of the God curse sect is not even as good as one of martial uncle Long's fingers!"

"That's right! If Uncle long doesn't use fan Tianyin, the boy is not doing it. If he uses fan Tianyin, I'm afraid there's no residue left!"

Many disciples of the war temple were stunned and cheered with great excitement.

Before, when Yang Wen cast the five heavenly spells, they still had some drums in their hearts. They didn't know whether Lingxiao could resist, but all this in front of them told them the answer.

Dragon martial uncle is still the Dragon martial uncle. Push the invincible hand of the same generation!

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

Zhan Tianxing's face was very ugly. He was trembling all over. His fingernails were deep in the palm of his hand without knowing it. His eyes were full of shock and discontent.

He found that Lingxiao's fighting power was more and more unfathomable, which was almost different from that a few years ago. The majestic spirit of flesh and blood and the indestructible invincible fist seal made his heart tremble.

"Hoo... Is this the curse power of the tianmantra sect? You are too weak! Only you rats in the gutter like to plot against others like this. You will never be on the table!"

Lingxiao smiled coldly and made no secret of the contempt in his eyes.

That peerless fist technique was the power he had accumulated for a long time. Although Yang Wen plotted against him and cast five heavenly curses to defeat him, he also tried his best. While pretending to be imprisoned by the five heavenly curses, he swallowed all the strange curse power in his body with the secret technique of swallowing heaven, and at the same time, he broke out his most powerful fist so far.

Heavenly fist!

Although Lingxiao understood only the skin, this punch was enough to sweep all the people below the nine turn and half saint.

After the fist broke out, almost half of the strength in Lingxiao's body was taken away, and he also felt an extremely strong sense of weakness.

But the result was very shocking. Yang Wen, the Holy Son of tianmantra sect, was defeated by Lingxiao with a fist. If it was spread, it would be enough to make Lingxiao famous in the divine world and juxtapose with the top Tianjiao demons!

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

Yang Wen suddenly wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth. There were black lights all over his body, as if runes emerged from the void, and then poured into his body, making his breath recover at the speed visible to the naked eye.

Yang Wen's eyes showed a bloody killing intention. The whole person looked very crazy. The black light and blood light gathered around him, as if they formed countless mysterious figures. They wrapped around him and knelt down to him, making his breath more strange and evil.

"This is... All souls blood curse?!"

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

Although the five heavenly incantations are powerful, among the heavenly incantations, the blood curse of all souls is more strange and powerful than the five heavenly incantations. Guided by their own blood essence and branded with the power of the original God, the blood curse finally formed is the most terrible curse power. Those infected will turn into a pool of pus and blood in an instant and will not be reborn forever.

However, those who cast the all souls blood mantra will also pay a great price, ranging from the loss of more than half of their blood essence, the fall of their cultivation realm, to the loss of all their cultivation achievements, or even complete death!

No one thought that Yang Wen was forced to such a point by Lingxiao that he even cast the Wanling blood curse.

"Huh?"

Lingxiao's eyes flashed. Seeing the mysterious blood shadows around Yang Wen, he also felt a sense of crisis in his heart, which made him a little careful.

"Long Aotian, try the greatest all souls blood mantra of our tianmantra sect, ha ha..."

Yang Wen laughed and said, the whole person looked very crazy, and the blood color in his eyes was extremely rich in an instant!