Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

The purple smoke dissipated instantly, and the two snakes killed together.

Xuanyuan Wuji glanced intently and saw that Xiao Lin was still standing there, and a golden light giant appeared behind him.

It is the headless god summoned after the fusion of Shengyi of the Thousand Army and the Sword of God Blessing!

"This...what is this?!"

Xuanyuan Wuji was no longer as calm and self-assured as he was just now, and said in astonishment, "When a Yang Yangren, he still has such supernatural powers?!"

"You are a dead soul who lives in the underworld and rests on your laurels. Of course, you don't understand the subtleties of Human Cultivation Technique!"

Xiao Lin smiled coldly and flicked his fists in front of him, causing the Headless God to posture with him.

"In addition, I hope you remember, don't just call me a posterior."

"My name is Xiao Minglin, and my name is Emperor Ming!"

As he said, Xiao Lin suddenly took a step forward, his left palm with a strong sword in his hand, making a stance to smash Huashan.

The headless god also walked forward in an instant, imagining a golden sword of hundreds of meters long in his palm, slashing at Xuanyuan Wuji with the momentum of destroying the dryness and swallowing the mountains and rivers with anger.

Xuanyuan Wuji's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly offered the small bronze bowl, trying to defuse the headless god's offensive.

However, the golden sword fell from the sky, and before he could touch it, he instantly annihilated the small bronze bowl in his hand into powder, and instantly disappeared into ashes.

"How can this be!"

Xuanyuan Wuji showed horror on his face, hurriedly hugged his head and rolled aside, covered with dust, before evading the fatal blow in embarrassment.

"You guy, ruined the old man's bowl of ten thousand snakes!"

"Snake God Bowl? Is it amazing?"

Xiao Lin shrugged and smiled contemptuously: "It's not worthy to be a sharpening stone for me."

joke! At the beginning of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, this headless god easily defeated the demon beast Qiongqi.

How powerful is Qiongqi? Ning Fu Lian and the three big beasts could not match it, and even the invincible ghost king was extremely jealous of the existence.

No matter how strong you are, can it be so strong that it is too strange?

In addition to the need to consume a lot of Spirit Power, and his own body will endure unimaginable pain, this headless god can be said to have no shortcomings.

Therefore, I have to resolve the battle quickly, and can no longer continue to pretend to be forced.

Immediately, Xiao Lin suddenly turned his fist into a palm, spread his fingers apart, and suddenly waved forward, showing a palm.

The headless god also suddenly took out his palms at the same time, and directly swiped a huge golden palm print, which fell from the sky and pressed against Xuanyuan Wuji.

This five-finger mountain-like golden palmprint was not only amazing in size, but also exuding fierce pressure, making Xuanyuan Wuji unable to move at all, let alone using ghost techniques to dodge.

Hearing a loud "bang" sound, the palm prints banged heavily, as if hitting a fly, he directly slapped Xuanyuan Wuji on the ground.

At the same time, on the hard stone and brick ground, palm prints of more than ten meters deep were smashed by the palm of the headless god, and broken bricks splashed, flying sand and rocks.

The surrounding ghosts had originally watched with great interest, but instantly their eyes widened in disbelief.

They could not see Xiao Lin, nor could they see the headless god and the golden palm prints.

At this time, in their eyes, they could only see Xuanyuan Wuji being deeply embedded in the broken bricks, bloody and bloody, and his face was full of ghostly horror.

"This...what is going on?!"

"It's not Qi Deviation, Patriarch Xuanyuan, you hurt yourself, right?"

The ghosts whispered and talked, and they were all shocked by this incredible scene.

Xiao Lin let out a foul breath, the sword of God Blessing in front of him and Sheng Yi of the Thousand Army were split into two again, and the headless god behind him disappeared.

"Your ghost skills are indeed very powerful, but it seems that I am better."

Before Xiao Lin walked to the deep pit left by the giant palm, he stared at him condescendingly, and said lightly: "Now I should consider whether to save your life or kill you to avoid future troubles."

"Postborn..."

"No, Underworld Emperor Xiao Lin, do you really think you can kill me?"

Xuanyuan Wuji was bloodied all over. He was already severely injured and could not move, but he didn't have the slightest fear of Death, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I am not the only one who wants to deal with you!"

Xiao Lin was startled slightly, and suddenly noticed a chill coming from behind him.

However, before he could react, a sword directly pierced his body and penetrated from his lower abdomen, dripping scarlet blood.

Xiao Lin turned his forehead, and saw a man in a black robe appeared behind him.

This black robe man looked at the same age of 40 or 50 years old, his appearance was a bit less solemn and serious than Xuanyuan Wuji, and a bit more vicious and cunning.

Xiao Lin looked at the sword running through his abdomen, narrowed his eyes and said solemnly, "Who are you again?"

"Old man Zhongli Yuanyuan."

The black-robed man held a sword in his hand and said with a sneer: "The old man has been spying on you for a long time. Thanks to the old guy Xuanyuan for attracting your attention, the old man seized this rare opportunity."

"Boy, you killed my Zhongli’s hundreds of families, and also abducted my son Zhong Lifei. If you don’t see Fei'er hand it over today, the old man will definitely make you worse off!"

"Heh, I didn't expect Xiao Lin to have such a big face, and let your two big families in Fengdu Ghost City join hands to deal with me."

A smile appeared at the corner of Xiao Lin's mouth, and a brutal murderous look appeared in his eyes.

"But I don't mind, let your two big families disappear in Fengdu Ghost City at the same time!"

After that, Xiao Lin suddenly folded his hands together, and the Spirit Power in Dantian condensed, launching a rebuke to the gods.

With his body as the center, a strong repulsive force erupted, and the black sword instantly shook his body, and together with Zhong Li Tuyuan, it flew more than ten meters away.

Zhong Li Tuyuan landed steadily in surprise, and Xuanyuan Wuji also jumped up from the pit, standing beside him with bloody wounds all over his body.

"Oh, old fellow Xuanyuan, how did you get beaten up like this?"

Zhong Lituyuan couldn't help but laughed, and said with a joke: "If the old man arrived in time, I'm afraid you will be slaughtered directly by others, right?"

"Hmph, if it wasn't for the old man to attract his attention by selling flaws, how could you possibly succeed?"

Xuanyuan Wuji snorted coldly, although his whole body was bruised, he still didn't show any mercy on his mouth.

"Old dog Zhongli, don't underestimate this Emperor Underworld, if you don't pay attention, you will be folded in his hands!"

Zhong Lituyuan raised his eyebrows: "Then you mean to cooperate with the old man?"

"Right on my mind!"

Xuanyuan Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly, a murderous intent shot out of his eyes.

"You and I killed this guy together, holding his head and offering it to the Ghost King Palace!"

"Ghost Sword Tour!"

Zhong Litu screamed, throwing the black sword in his hand into the sky, his hands condensed a thick black mist.

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