The death magic mist rolled over the body of the divine tiger, and the phantoms of Jia Zun and the Great Sage appeared one after another.
Their expressions were solemn and there was compassion in their eyes, but their eyebrows were covered with black energy.
Jiazun was surrounded by believers one after another, entangled in chains transformed by the demonic flames, pierced through the blood and bones, and trapped in the burning of the demonic flames.
No matter how they roared, cried, and mourned endlessly, they could not escape this torture.
The crimson eyes of Fuhu Arhat stared at Qingyang Huan.
He was already completely demonized.
Naturally, the Holy Light of Jialuo was demonizing him.
He himself was not feeling well.
All his flesh, flesh and bones were bearing the backlash of the Holy Light of Jialuo.
This kind of backlash is somewhat different from that of other warriors from all races in the world.
The backlash of the Jialuo clan's faith has an unimaginable impact on the soul.
It is like falling into the eighteenth level of hell, enduring mountains of swords, seas of fire, and burning oil, and the pain reaches the sea of marrow.
The evolved divine tiger is rumored to be a real evil force of ancient blood suppressed by the first generation of Fuhu Arhat.
When Jialuo appeared in the world, in addition to sneak attacks on the human race, he also transformed warriors everywhere in the world to serve as the protector of Jiamen.
The Divine Tiger is the divine form of the Protector Divine Tiger that was transformed under the seat of the Fuhu Arhat of the first generation.
As the supreme combat method passed down by the Fuhu Arhat, it is now being controlled by the demonized Fuhu Arhat and has already appeared.
A bit like the supreme vision of the divine tiger back then.
The huge divine tiger form was several times larger than the purple gold battle body transformed by Qingyang Huan.
However, Qingyang Huan's figure disappeared from the place.
Before the divine tiger could pounce, it was already standing on the ground.
Above the divine tiger.
Compared with the huge divine tiger, the figure of Qingyang Huan at this moment has not manifested a purple-gold battle body and looks extremely small.
However, this tiny body has condensed the violence and wildness of the divine tiger. boom Facing the divine tiger's head, Qingyang Huan stepped down without any dodge or fancy, and fell straight down. roar The divine tiger looked up to the sky and roared.
Thousands of believers roared with demonic flames, and opened their big mouths to swallow Qingyang Huan.
However, the next moment a shattering sound sounded, and the huge upper jaw of the divine tiger shattered, and thousands of black lights stimulated it.
Shoot in all directions.
Subsequently, Qingyang Huan's figure became faster and faster, piercing through the huge body of the divine tiger.
When he reappeared, the huge divine tiger behind him was frozen in the void.
And he had already landed on the head of Fuhu Arhat.
No matter how powerful Fuhu Arhat was, he still couldn't break free.
Rumble The cave world collapsed, and demonic flames surged into the sky.
The shadows of the surrounding believers shone with the most splendid firelight, and then withered rapidly, turning into a wisp of black flame and disappearing between heaven and earth.
With the body of Crouching Tiger Arhat at the center, large cracks spread in all directions, and the void collapsed, extending all the way to the starry sky, penetrating the stars and swallowing everything.
What The powerful men in the distance looked at everything in front of them blankly.
The quasi-holy son of the Jialuo tribe who had escaped into the demonic way was actually stepped on by someone.
The huge and sturdy body is slowly bending down, and you can even hear the sound of cracking war bones erupting from its body.
The figure with its feet on its head is bursting with terrifying aura, and its divine power is as powerful as hell.
Kakaka Fuhu roared angrily, and the demonic flames all over his body connected into one piece.
All his tens of millions of followers were burned into energy, but they still could not stop the majestic momentum descending from the sky.
The soles of his feet covered the top of his head, and for a moment it seemed as if time and space had stopped here. click With a thunderous sound, purple light filled with a wild atmosphere burst out from Qingyang Huan's feet.
Fu Hu could no longer hold on, his knees bent, and he knelt down in the void.
A quasi-emperor was forced to kneel down.
This scene was unforgettable, but it made the powerful people from all over the world feel so unreal. roar Suppressed, he knelt down and Fuhu roared.
The black flames on his majestic body were melting away.
His followers were disappearing and his faith was also passing away.
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With the blessing of the remaining strength, Yu wanted to resist again. pity Qingyang Huan's eyes also burst with killing light, and the black light under his feet was strong.
A terrifying force followed the soles of his feet, rushed into his head, and exploded with a bang.
The aura was like thunder.
The Fuhu Arhat's body cracked together with his head, and blood and bones splattered in all directions.
The aura of a quasi-emperor washed away the entire world, penetrated the nine heavens, and destroyed the heaven and earth.
Woo woo woo In the chaotic cave world, thousands of things roared together, the sound of mourning filled the field, and the rain of blood began to fall from the top of the Nine Heavens.
At this moment, the pierced divine tiger form turned into a rain of light and dissipated between heaven and earth.
Wow!
In the depths of nothingness, a long river flows, just like an Arhat subduing a dragon.
A huge figure on the river has his eyes slightly closed and holds the God's Stick of Fuhuhu.
Soon, the long phantom river of fate of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat, which had not completely dispersed, merged with that of the Crouching Tiger Arhat.
The two arhat shadows stood up from the long river, their eyes opened and closed, and a world evolved.
In the world, two inseparable figures fight together, travel together, gain enlightenment, chant sutras, and preach together After these scenes, two intertwined stars withered into nothingness, and the divine light filled the sky like rain, falling down.
Subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger, the protector Arhat of the Jia Luo tribe even peeped into the existence of Sakyamuni's throne, and both fell here.
Looking at the two phantoms in the river of destiny, gradually submerged in the water of destiny, everything was quiet.
Even the king felt a chill on his back and forgot to breathe.
The quasi-emperor fell like this At this moment, the wails of thousands of people continued, and the whole world was filled with sadness, and nothingness was exaggerated with blood red.
All the heavenly tribulations finally started.
Luan Gu's eyes flashed with an indescribable light, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
But when he looked at Qing Yanghuan, a burning heat burst out from the depths of his pupils.
After killing the Fuhu Arhat, Qingyang Huan's big hands were grabbing in all directions.
Every drop of the quasi-emperor's blood was enough to kill the king, penetrate the stars, and crush the world.
Naturally, it was also a rare treasure.
Gather the blood and bones of the two quasi-emperors, and then put away the sticks that subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger.
These two magic sticks have already reached the level of quasi-emperors.
With the Jialuo clan's methods, if the subduing dragon and subduing the tiger are promoted to the throne, they will be transformed into the emperor.
Soldiers are not difficult.
Unfortunately, after the death of their master, these two quasi-emperor weapons also lost their luster, fell into the realm, and turned into king weapons.
Even so, they are still rare magic weapons and are of great value.
After doing all this, Qingyang Huan looked across the distant void.
Wherever his eyes passed, no one dared to look directly at his sharp edge, even from a long distance away.
In the distance, the Eight-clawed Demon Lord and the Dark Python Blood Lord looked at each other, and the next moment their figures disappeared into the chaotic world.
The two quasi-holy sons of the Garo tribe met such a tragic end, which made the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord feel a tremor in his heart.
This time, he originally thought of getting some opportunities, but he did not expect that it would turn into this kind of situation.
In all kinds of ways, slipping away is the best policy. click At the moment when he was walking along the cave world, the void above his head suddenly collapsed, and chaotic space fragments mixed with a breath that seduced the soul came down.
"Um" Jia Luo Holy Light Feeling the breath of incomparable disgust coming down, the Eight-Clawed Demon King was immediately shocked. not good Regardless of cursing why Jialuo Zhunsakya was looking for him, the eight tentacle-like hands and feet under the Eight-clawed Demon King burst out with dazzling magic light, piercing the cave world into eight dark holes.
"Donor, please put down your butcher knife and protect me, Jiamen."
"Good sir" The Eight-Clawed Demon King watched the Jia Luo clone slowly walking away from the cracked void, and couldn't help but cursed. boom Without the slightest hesitation, his eight claws grabbed large pieces of space debris and threw them towards Jialuo's clone.
Then, eight big claws grabbed the void and ran wildly.
"Demon Lord, let me help you" At this moment, Qing Yanghuan's voice sounded from all directions
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