Super Small Farmer

"Um?!"

The Son of Doom, who was still aloof, indifferent, and without any mortal look just now; at this moment, he was suddenly stunned, and his face was full of surprise.

In an instant, layers of shock, like raging waves, kept rippling on his face.

The pace stopped immediately when Yang Tao pressed it out.

Because the appearance of Yang Tao's symbol imprint was the super-holding technique that was stolen from the Heavenly Tribulation. This supernatural power consumed most of Yang Tao's true energy. If he hadn't been afraid of summoning Yunshan, he would have been swallowed alive and turned into a mummy.

But now, it works great.

Even before, the Holy Son of Doom was extremely majestic, walking in different dimensions like a god in the world. But now, under the imprint, it is still fixed.

"This... this is the immobilization technique?!"

In the voice of the Son of Doom, the indifference completely dissipated. Instead, it was a deep panic.

Isn't this kind of supernatural powers that only immortals can cast? Why, a kid in the late stage of distraction in front of me can show it at will.

Crash!

Yang Tao sneered, and the thin black lines emerged again. Going around the small shield, passing through the gap between the wings, and cutting towards the Son of Doom.

"I'll see how you stop it."

Just now Yang Tao was quite aggrieved, his own means could not break the opponent's defense. Are you kidding me, isn't this too embarrassing?

"Hehe, Yang Tao, you are still too confident." The Son of Misfortune suddenly changed his face again, and turned towards the previous indifference.

"I'm the god of misfortune. Do you think you can hold me down? Even hold down my divine power, but can you hold down my bad luck?"

A substantial black mist appeared around the Son of Doom, with a faint light. That is the materialization of the power of doom, forming a dark mask, covering the son of doom.

Zizizi~

The power of the pitch-black space cutting was once again blocked outside.

"What?!"

Yang Tao let out a strange cry. He never expected that the other party would be able to use such a method. If so, how to play?

The opponent is completely invincible, and it is useless to attack by yourself.

Could it be that Yunshan is really going to be summoned to suppress everything?

no!

Yang Tao instantly denied this idea in his heart. If this is the case, he doesn't know how much the cultivation in his body will be swallowed up. The danger was too great, and Yang Tao couldn't bear it now.

"Hmph, do you know the gap between us now? Believe in me, I can let you go. And..."

The Son of Misfortune spoke lightly. Although he couldn't move freely at the moment, he already had a posture of controlling everything by himself, which made Yang Tao very unhappy.

"Can you stop such a funny comparison?" Yang Tao curled his lips with disdain.

"Your highest is just a god. I am a man who wants to stand on the top of the heavens and worlds. Do you think that the position of a god can satisfy me?"

Yang Tao muttered a few times, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind.

He secretly shrouded the Holy Son of Doom with his spiritual thoughts, and carefully sensed the strength of the symbol imprint he released. Fortunately, he could last for a while.

"Yadi, try it. Anyway, it's a big deal, I got hurt again, if it works, then..."

The Son of Doom made him think of something.

The god of misfortune is no stranger to Yang Tao. Didn't the previous knight of the League of Gods call himself the same?

But in the end, hehe... Now, Yang Tao wants to deliberately use that routine again to see if he can directly affect the Son of Doom.

"Peanut, you must work hard."

Yang Tao kept muttering, step by step, he took the initiative to move towards the Son of Misfortune.

"Hehe, it's useless, remove my sacred power. You can't break through the power of bad luck at all. All of this has long been doomed."

"Of course, if we have the same level of cultivation, it's really hard to say who will win, but now..."

Although the Holy Son of Misfortune was puzzled in his heart, he didn't show it at all on his face. Still indifferent, looking down at Yang Tao.

"Stupid, you actually want to directly touch the power of doom with your body. Do you think that the body of chaos is omnipotent?"

After seeing Yang Tao's next actions, the Son of Misfortune once again despised him.

The body of chaos is powerful, but it is Dacheng's body of chaos. Even the Immortal King may not be able to cultivate to that level.

What's more, is it a kid in the distraction period?

But at this moment, the power of bad luck that he could use was terrifying. He didn't believe that Yang Tao could resist the power of bad luck at all.

"Is it?"

Yang Tao chuckled, with a strange expression, stretched out a finger, and tapped on the cover formed by the solidification of the power of bad luck around him.

Wow~

Circles of ripples appeared, as if Yang Tao touched the calm water.

"suck!"

Naturally, he didn't fight, and didn't use the power of chaos at all. And take the initiative to absorb, this power of bad luck.

"Wow~"

Sis~

The power of bad luck travels along the meridians in Yang Tao's body. He suddenly felt that the meridians in his body began to appear wretched and withered...

Even Yang Tao's entire arm has shriveled a lot.

"Hehe..." The Holy Child of Misfortune sneered again and again, with a hint of complacency in his eyes.

hum~

When the power of misfortune came to the dantian, Nakong's dilapidated momentum was immediately stopped. In the dantian, five little Nascent Souls glowed, dimly, but with mysterious power, making it impossible for the power of bad luck to do anything.

"Wow~"

At the same time, Jin Dan trembled suddenly, and directly released a burst of power, which enveloped the power of bad luck and swallowed it up continuously.

Boom!

The entire dantian began to run continuously. Like a millstone, driven by a force, it keeps running.

"Shua!"

In the golden elixir, the young seedlings were as black as ink in an instant, and the power of the thunder of misfortune kept moving and jumping up and down the young seedlings.

"It really works!"

Yang Tao was shocked, he bet right. Hey, are you the Son of Misfortune? Are you awesome? Now, let me see how awesome you can be.

"Hehe, Yang Tao, don't you give up? You have already endured a lot of bad luck. Soon, you will be surrounded by bad luck and die suddenly."

The Son of Doom suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, which made him very uncomfortable. But he didn't find any source, and he didn't find out where the problem was.

"wrong!"

But in the next moment, he suddenly woke up.

"Yang Tao, what are you doing?"

Yang Tao has been absorbing his power of bad luck just now. This is too weird, and now, it seems that the speed of absorption is constantly increasing.

This is not right, it is too abnormal. Even if the opponent has a body of chaos, he should have been unable to hold it for a long time. But now, the opponent is still the same as before, only one arm is shriveled...