Martial God Space

However, they do not have such a powerful analytical ability as the mysterious space, not to mention that even if there is no such courage as Ye Xiwen, almost thousands of gods are burning wildly.

In order to be able to support such a crazy analytical method ghost.

No one else can.

They soon discovered that they couldn't do anything like Ye Xiwen, or that they didn't know how Ye Xiwen profited. They could only watch Ye Xiwen's slaughtering of these ghosts. Crush these phantoms and absorb them.

They know what may be the benefits they don’t know, but they can’t help it. As for Ye Xiwen, it’s possible to do good deeds and help them get rid of the entanglement of the phantom of the body. They haven’t even thought about such things. may.

However, it is not that no one has no intention to collect these fragments, maybe it will be beneficial in the future, and some people even started to collect these phantoms just to prevent Ye Xiwen.

Although it is only a small part, most people’s goal is the huge coffin in the center, giving them little time.

The army of the Celestial Clan behind them came constantly, and they could already see the pioneer spies, but most people didn't even bother to deal with these Celestial Spies.

And for those who stop Ye Xiwen, he naturally will not be soft-hearted.

He immediately stepped out and rushed to a person who was still collecting these fragments.

"Die to me!"

He punched out with a punch, directly blasted an amazing martial torrent, and hit the master in the early stage of the long life.

The god in the early stage of the long life, only felt an unprecedented horror pressure on the spot, which instantly crushed it, causing him to kneel down in an instant.

"No, you can't kill me, I am..." Before he finished his words, he was slammed into a scum by Ye Xiwen, and all the spirits were destroyed. It's a vital injury, not to mention the gods of long life.

Then soon, several masters who were also unbelievers died in Ye Xiwen's hands, he just wanted to stand up.

Everyone soon understood that although some people looked at him bitterly, they dared not continue to compete with Ye Xiwen.

After all, these phantoms may be beneficial, but they don’t know it, and there is no need to kill them.

Without the trouble of these guys, Ye Xiwen collected all the fragments of the ghost image and it was much simpler.

Basically it went very smoothly, and as more and more of this information was parsed out, from time to time in Ye Xiwen's mind, some fragments of memory could be flashed.

In the battlefield of the Ten Thousand Races, the void is shaking, and the power of terror is everywhere like a violent ocean, sweeping out of waves.

The sound of shouting is everywhere, and blood can be seen everywhere.

These fragments of memory are basically from the perspective of the first person, surrounded by scenes everywhere, and several supreme beings who are equally arrogant surround him.

That kind of battle made Ye Xiwen feel a chill.

With one hand raised and one foot raised, it is the countless laws that burst through the void, and the collision of the kingdom of God, the world is destroyed on the spot.

Countless planets shattered in an instant, and the fire of spirits extinguished, what a terrible battle.

In addition to these memories, there are some information about cultivation perceptions. Although they are all intermittent and unconnected, the Taoist sentiment is not connected, but the sentiment of the top strong man of a half-step Tao, even if only a little, for Ye Xiwen’s The effect is huge.

His strength is constantly improving in one minute and one second. The more he understands, the faster his strength will increase, and he is approaching the peak of the longevity in the late stage.

At the same time, in these memories, there is a very powerful way of punching, called

Wanfa Chuangshiquan, this punching method is very good, is a punching method that Wang Fawang himself has comprehended. From those scattered memories, Ye Xiwen can see that the reason why Wan Fawang is known as the most tyrannical king is the strong king. Although he failed to attack the emperor's realm, he survived, and he didn't know how much he wanted to be stronger than the ordinary king.

And this set of boxing techniques was realized when impacting the emperor’s realm. Although it failed, the power was almost comparable to that of the emperor’s martial arts. It is very good. If it can cooperate with the ten thousand discs, the power will be sufficient. Climb to a step.

However, in these memories, there is too little information about Wanfa Chuangshiquan, and Ye Xiwen can only use the mysterious space to deduce himself.

However, with the increasing number of ghosts he killed, his strength became stronger and stronger, and there was more and more news about the creation of Wan Fa, and even some aura of heaven appeared in him. Because Wan Fa Wang is a master of the Tian clan, and practicing his martial arts, the atmosphere of the Tian clan will naturally appear, which is not surprising.

The killing continues, when Ye Xiwen beheaded these tens of thousands of dharma shadows, Sheng Chong and the disciple of Hunting Sect had already slid into the deepest distance, and the tomb was only a little distance away. .

At this time, the civil war between many gods became more intense, and no one wanted to let others pick up the cheap, and more and more masters splattered blood in all directions.

All these blood had disappeared unconsciously, as if they were absorbed by something. None of these people noticed.

Not even Ye Xiwen, because he originally thought that the blood was absorbed by the phantoms of the body, but he only guessed a part, because he found that when he killed all the phantoms of the body, those The blood on the ground is still disappearing at an alarming rate. Those are all the blood of the gods, but they are valuable outside, and countless people want to use their wealth to buy good things that they can’t buy.

"No, there might be no conspiracy!" Ye Xiwen frowned, but he only frowned slightly, and while others were still fighting, he wasn't idle, and finally put these Dharma body phantoms are all absorbed, although it is only a preliminary analysis, but it is enough to push his cultivation to life to the peak of the later period of longevity. Only a little bit can really rush into the peak of longevity.

The memory of these ten thousand princes directly saves Ye Xiwen for decades or even hundreds of years.

Even Wanfa Chuangshiquan played a part. Of course, the premise is that more than 700,000 divine sources that originally existed in his hands have now been exhausted, leaving only tens of thousands of divine sources.

But he did not regret it. Only strength is the most important thing.

His strength is stronger than before, and his confidence is naturally greater.

"You two are more careful, I'm afraid something will happen!" He sent a message to Mu Yunxi and Moganna, who were one of the few people who had not been washed out.

After the explanation was finished, Ye Xiwen was about to move, but suddenly, he heard only a huge roar. Many of the Celestial Warriors had poured into the hall, and it seemed to be endless.

Many fighting gods stopped immediately, and everyone was stunned. Although they had already thought about it, they were still dumbfounded when facing this moment.

Being forced to a dead end, they have no escape route.

Chang Muxu appeared in front of everyone, with a little sneer on his mouth, saying: "It really is a group of people who are together, as long as you give you a little space, they will kill each other. I originally had a headache about the blood sacrifice. Now it seems that It shouldn't be needed anymore, just kill them all!"

The crowd finally realized that it was wrong at this time, but they couldn't care about so many at this time.

Many people are not unpredictable, but are obscured by their interests, and may be lucky.

"Just because of you all, you want to contaminate Wanfa Wang, really looking for death, kill them all!" Chang Muxu sneered, stepped out, stepped out on the spot, as if it was a time past and a future. In an instant, he rushed to the front of the coffin and directly caught up with the disciple of Sheng Cun and Lie Tianzong.

The two are still struggling. Compared to the Celestial Clan, which has not appeared for countless years, the two forces are the real enemies and the bloody enemies.

"Boom!"

The three played directly as a group, and Chang Muxu blocked them out by virtue of the strength of one person only. It was precisely because of the endless struggle between the two.

In the violent explosion in the sky, the ground shook violently, and a formation appeared at the feet of everyone, and countless lights burst out.

In these rays, above that coffin, a huge roulette rose up slowly, engraved with countless simple patterns, which formed a huge phantom, an incarnation of the characters of the Gai generation.

The silver-white roulette is cool and noble, and the pattern is shuttled across the roulette, arranged into a simple pattern that no one can understand.

"Ten thousand disks!"

Everyone's breathing suddenly became heavy, and they fought for a long time, wasn't it just for these tens of thousands?

Everyone's eyes were all looked at the ten thousand disks, and they rushed past.

"Do it!" At this time, there was another shout, and the black shadow beside Chang Muxu shouted, and many warriors of the Tian clan rushed in directly to fight with these gods.

Many are only the peak of the demigod, but they are fighting with the gods by virtue of the battle array.

And many gods' gods directly rushed in and beheaded.

It is impossible for these people to rush to help.

And that dark shadow has also rushed in front of the two of Saint Can't, and directly took the two to hold them, shouting: "Young Master, here you will hand it to me, waiting for you to conquer ten thousand ** disks, kill they!"

"Want to subdue Wan**, I asked if I did!"