God Level Demon

“A little bit brilliant. ”

Panwu saint looked at Xiaping appreciatively: “I can't believe I can catch my husband's punch without dying, not even seriously injuring him. You are still the first one in Vancouver. My husband will do everything he can next, don't die. ”

The voice just came down, he instantly made a move, seemed to have no intention of giving Xiaping a chance to pause, and put into action the martial arts divinity - Panwu Divine Fist Type 1 opens up!

Boom ~ ~

This punch, it was astonishing, the mountain river reversed, the star shifted, as if it had opened a universe, chaos collapsed, and created a vortex of terror, like the Big Bang of the universe.

Since then, the universe has given birth to stars that breed hundreds of millions of races, a fist with the power of a black hole explosion, and even molecules have been blasted into nothingness.

This punch is infinite, with infinite destruction, but also infinite livelihood. The two forces merge with each other, like Yin and Yang.

“Strong! ”

Xiaping felt like an ant in a cosmic vacuum. A star exploded around him, destroying it. The power that erupted was enough to kill him hundreds of times. How could manpower compare naturally to the universe?

He knew, however, that this was only a hallucination that had been born because it had been deterred by the fist intent of the other party. After all, the other party was simply using the power of the Kindan Realm and could not cause such a degree of destructive power.

Stimulated by this, his whole bloodstream of infernal golden eagle boils like an indelible flame. The stronger he is, the more terrible the infernal golden eagle flame bursts out in the depths of his mind, instantly burning these hallucinations and dispelling fear.

His heart beats like a star, instilling infinite flaming power, flowing into his limbs, his magical veins, and lifting him up with endless courage and fearlessness.

Big Yin and Yang!

Xiaping operated the martial arts divinity, both hands circular, forming the yin and yang double imprint, the void slapped the past, as the yin and yang two gases merged into one, turning into a huge black and white grinding disc.

This palm is like grabbing the whole universe, deciding to be dry, splitting the yin and yang, falling the universe out and smashing it to the ground.

Knock, knock!!!

Between moments, the two forces collided, as if the two universes were colliding, and countless stars were crushed, generating terrible destructive energy, sweeping across all sides.

In a moment alone, the museum was destroyed, razed to the ground and rendered empty.

Xiaping and Panwu saint projection were both simultaneously repelled by this force, backing hundreds of miles, and the blood in their bodies rolled over.

But the projection of Panwu Saints still hasn't stopped. Once again, they rushed up. The hall of honor, Panwu Divine Fist Type 2 - Epic!

With this punch, the whole heavens and the earth have changed dramatically, and a pounding scroll has been blown out. This scroll encompasses everything, from birth, growth, prosperity, to destruction.

There are also many epic figures, either saints, heroes, or emperors, all representing the course of history, showing a magnificent history.

There is an ancient, vast, chaotic and so on between the insignificant, as if in this vast epic, any living spirit is immensely small, not worth mentioning.

Ordinary practitioners simply come into contact with this epic scroll and are instantly deprived of their mind, immersed in endless epic poems, baptized by time and unable to pull themselves out.

Xia Ping felt the same way. This punch was terrifying. It was like pulling his soul into an epic poem. He transformed himself into a mythical figure. His blood boiled, and he marched against the enemy to reach its peak.

But deep in his mind is the tree of the world that stabilizes the soul, fixes the spiritual platform, and with the power of these epics and the power of time, he cannot take away his will.

“Kill!”

Xiaping ran a chaotic thunderbolt, and a horrible thunderbolt of thunderbolt burst into his body. Each meridian pulse flowed with thunderous energy, making a crackling noise, like the birth of Thor God.

Wudao Shentong - Lightning Fist!

He squeezed his fist, provoked the thunderbolt in his body, rushed up towards that epic scroll, and thousands of thunderbolts landed, emitting an aura of destruction, to destroy an epic figure.

Bang bang bang!!!

This is like being judged, an epic character with sins, judged by the thundergods, the top of the five thunderbolts, and suddenly this epic scroll will be torn apart, blown to pieces and torn apart.

“Nice.”

Panwu Saint's projection eyes revealed a fine light, seemed unexpected that Xiaping would still be able to resist his Panwu Kamikaze II, but at this time his momentum almost reached its peak.

Because he has been brewing for so long to show off the third form of Panwu God Fist - The End of the Day!

This punch is filled with a horrible fierce atmosphere, depleting and decaying, exhausting, tearing the world apart, falling stars, as if the entire universe had a big explosion, coming to an end.

Xia Ping could feel the horror of this punch. Under the collapse of the universe, even the stars that existed for billions of years were aging, exploding and vanishing into nothing.

Even the saints called immortals fell fast.

This void of the universe has been transformed into a dead silence, full of everything, nothing more, and this is the end of the day, into nothing, back to heaven and earth, and even the gods have fallen.

Even Xiaping felt the sadness and despair of Panwu Saints, and it seemed that no means could save the decay, disappearance or extinction of the universe.

With this intense emotional infection, there is even an aversion to suicide.

But when this emotion reached its pinnacle, his infernal bloodline seemed to be irritated, flames gushing out, tearing apart the dark space, dissipating these negative emotions completely and restoring reason.

“It's a terrible punch, but the universe collapses and it doesn't kill me. ”

Xia Ping's eyes revealed a fine light, his pupils seemed to flash dark golden symbols, a hell of a golden raven appeared, and the blood of his whole body burned like molten syrup.

Inspired by Panwu saint, the Hell Jinwu cells in his body are also waking up wildly, 10,000, 20,000, 50,000, 100,000... which also gives him infinite Hell Jinwu energy.

The Golden Claw of Hell!

With a thump, he turned his palm into a claw, and a dark golden claw burst out, engraved with dense and numb golden and hellish characters, emitting an ancient, chaotic and sacred aura.

This giant claw bursts out into this dark, silent space, like a light, tearing apart a dark vacuum, offering endless hope and life.

Bang bang bang!!!

The two forces collided wildly, like a star collided, exploding continuously, crushing the void, a group of energy spreading wildly around, and the earth was shocked to reveal a huge deep pit.

Just a few breathing hours, tens of thousands of kilometres in a circle are bombarded.