Eight-clawed demon.
This is the title of this powerful man from the demon world.
The name makes the warriors present feel a little strange.
He was not a warrior of the same era as Qingyang Huan.
He became famous ten thousand years ago.
He was the young generation of the demon clan at that time and the most outstanding warrior after that generation of demons.
Over the long years, the accumulation is very terrifying.
This strong man from the demon clan has already transcended the realm of the king.
At this moment, the claws of the Eight-clawed Demon were attached to the stars, and its whole body was surrounded by monstrous demonic flames.
For a moment, the surrounding stars seemed a bit dim, and the surging Qi made all the strong men in the same realm look dignified. quasi-emperor The nine-tailed fox girl narrowed her autumn eyes and stared at the eight-clawed demon.
The title of quasi-emperor is a title on the road to martial arts.
The powerful demon race in front of him has gathered his destiny stars, understood the mysteries of the river of destiny, and has initially mastered a trace of the mysteries of the imperial realm.
He has already stepped into the imperial path.
However, the Imperial Realm is the Imperial Realm.
Even if you step into it halfway, you will still not be able to advance even an inch after thousands of years.
Time can accumulate knowledge, but it cannot truly conquer the Emperor Realm of martial arts.
"Rotten people" Compared to the solemnity in the eyes of the nine-tailed fox girl, Qingyang Huan groaned, even though the momentum of the eight-clawed demon had already swirled around the sky.
The momentum of the eight-clawed demon caused the stars to dim, the thunder to surge, and the demonic aura to almost cover the sky.
In the thick demonic mist, a figure wielding the Death Scythe seemed to spread the demonic will of death across the world.
The sun and the moon hang upside down, the colors of the sky and the earth change, and as thoughts flow, the laws of the heaven and the earth are constantly destroyed and reborn.
A little purple light blooms in Qingyanghuan, reflecting the magnificent heaven and earth, blocking the impact from the evil energy. quasi-emperor In today's situation, such a title is just a title.
Even he himself has wandered through the long river of destiny and found his own destiny star, transcending the realm of the king.
But that's all The road to God is close at hand, but far away at the end of heaven and earth.
The Eight-Clawed Demon's current situation is more a result of the accumulation of time.
Tens of thousands of years have allowed him to integrate his whole body into one, and his talent from martial arts has reached its limit.
If there is no chance, he can only stop here.
The seemingly majestic title is a bit of comfort to these rotten people.
Why should a truly strong man hide himself with accuracy?
The title of quasi-emperor is just putting gold on his face.
He has crossed the realm of the king, but has never been able to sell himself to the emperor.
He is in this extremely embarrassing situation, unable to consolidate the throne, but does not want to be involved with the king anymore, so the title of quasi-emperor appeared.
Well, it’s only half a step away from the imperial realm.
It's almost there, only half a step away.
Woo woo woo The pitiful whimpering accompanied the death's sickle, resounding throughout the world.
The death's sickle held in the hands of the eight-clawed devil seemed to open up the entire world at this moment, and went straight to the top of the nine heavens.
The sickle stirred up the vast starry sky world.
One after another stars surrounded the sickle, like tiny embellishments.
A world filled with the aura of death was summoned from the depths of the starry sky.
The stars are falling, hell is opening up The martial arts has reached such a state that every breath and breath has triggered the vision of heaven and earth, trying to swallow Qingyang Huan whole. roar Facing the approaching Death Scythe, Qingyang Huan used both fists to evolve the fist techniques of the heavens.
As the fist techniques intertwined, illusory and hazy beasts from the wild were floating behind him.
Buzz The aura of the ancient prehistoric world is like the ocean rolling back, emitting a roar that shakes the void.
It originates from the imprints engraved in the depths of the world, and is drawn out by the aura of Hunyuan Guiyi.
A dazzling divine light burst out from the boxing technique, and all the beasts behind him moved together, as if they were alive.
Ten thousand rays of light converged and intertwined outside, shining brightly like stars. boom Qing Yanghuan's fist hit the Death Scythe, and there was a loud impact sound, like stars exploding, and a huge sound wave swept out, the galaxy was annihilated, and the void was overturned.
Suddenly, the warriors standing outside the four directions fell back one by one.
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Their eardrums were hurt by the roar, and their blood and energy were about to be shaken away.
A dazzling black light penetrated the sky and the earth, penetrated the nine heavens, broke through the underworld, and horrifying scenes filled the world beyond Wanyuan.
The power of the quasi-emperor is beyond imagination, breaking through the world is just an easy matter, smashing the stars and destroying time and space.
The battle between Qingyang Huan and the demon quasi-emperor entered the vast starry sky almost from the beginning, and the stars were annihilated into chaos.
It evolved into a 10,000-meter-sized Death God's Demonic Scythe, cutting across the void, annihilating all the void in its path, and pulling a hell world into Qingyang Huan.
The clicking sound produced by the collision of worlds made people feel addicted to it.
Chill.
In the hell world, illusory figures roared and roared, their bodies bound by divine chains, enduring the flames and mountains of swords.
In the world of hell, illusory figures are cooked in the copper cauldron.
The dark flames of death burn the soul, and the body is peeled off by the sharp ghost knife.
The punishment from hell made many lives scream, exaggerating the horror of time and space.
The eight-clawed demon wielding the magic sickle stood like a god in the starry sky, and evolved into a magnificent emperor statue.
It was a demon god, standing in the world of hell.
Like the master who controls hell, although it only manifests a ray of majesty belonging to the Godless realm, it suppresses this vast galaxy.
"King of Yama" Seeing the illusory divine figure standing in hell, Qingyang Huan also showed a hint of surprise.
This demon quasi-emperor really has two skills.
Compared to the eight-clawed demon standing tall in the galaxy, Qingyang Huan's body was very small, like a wisp of dust floating in the starry sky, as he faced the falling sickle of death.
The majestic figure of the eight-clawed demon almost submerged the entire galaxy with its aura. clang His fist collided with the Death Scythe, and the sonorous sound echoed throughout the world, followed by a ray of chaotic light that exploded in Qingyang Huan's hand, spreading in all directions, washing away the terrifying image of hell.
Turning his fist into a palm, he grasped the huge death scythe.
Chaos light spread along the huge scythe blade towards the blade, like a river flowing backwards, and soon swept into the hands of the eight-clawed demon god.
"court death" Feeling that Qingyang Huan wanted to seize the Death Scythe, the Eight-clawed Demon let out a roar and moved his other fist towards Qingyang Huan's seal. boom Without letting go of the big hand holding the magic sickle, Qingyang Huan waved his other fist and hit it against the magic fist as huge as a star.
There was a roar and explosion, and the demonic fist as huge as a mountain collapsed, like a mountain falling apart and the ground cracking.
Demonic blood poured out and the mountains collapsed.
Qing Yanghuan's punch penetrated into the Eight-clawed Demon's arm, and his muscles and bones exploded like thunder.
The eight-clawed demon roared in pain, but could not stop the huge figure from gradually shrinking, and was knocked back to its original shape in the middle of a breath. clang At this moment, Qingyang Huan took action again, swinging his fist towards the big hand of the Eight-clawed Demon holding the magic sickle.
Looking at this scene in the void, everyone seemed to be a little silent, and the arm of the demon quasi-emperor was severely interrupted.
Qingyang Huan turned his palm into a knife and slashed down repeatedly, causing blood and bones to splash everywhere.
The dripping demon blood turned into raging demonic fire, and the war bones were chopped off to reveal ferocious bone spurs.
Large pieces of flesh and blood fell down, turning into the size of mountain stars in a breath, and suddenly there were blood lakes burning with blazing demonic flames in the starry sky.
"bastard" The eight-clawed demon roared, and the quasi-emperor's soldiers were taken away.
This was simply a great shame for him.
He got this sickle from a ruin deep in the starry sky.
It had been stored for tens of thousands of years.
He only ascended the throne on his behalf and completely erased the broken mark of the human race deep in the sickle.
After being cultivated in the future, it may not be possible to transform into a demon emperor soldier
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