Compared with the Demon Emperor, this kind of power on Yang is naturally incomparable, and cannot be compared at all, but for Ling Zhi, it is the best way to feel the power of the Emperor Realm.

He is not short of insights. As long as he has enough time, his cultivation will rise all the way and make a breakthrough quickly.

But even so, he was still not sure about breaking through to the Emperor Realm and did not capture any way or clues.

"Good come!" Ling Zhi shouted, and threw Wu Xingyun at Kong Xuan's feet with his hand. "Brother Kong, look at him for me."

His eyes accidentally swept over Wanzhe as a warning.

But I found that the other party took the initiative to lower his head slightly, looked at the ground with his eyes distracted, and he was not concerned about his own affairs.

Sure enough, Wu Xingyun's previous rudeness to Wanzhe finally brought him the evil consequences.

Wanzhe was already polite to him, and after all, as the Lord of the Sea God Temple and a figure on the ninth level of the King Realm, how could he not hold a grudge when he was insulted so much?

If he could use Ling Zhi's hand to kill Wu Xingyun, perhaps it would be a good thing for him.

"Honey, come to die." Yang took his eyes back from Wu Xingyun and took action.

The wind rises.

In this peaceful burial place of the Sea God, suddenly an inexplicable wind blew around this vast area, and it became stronger and stronger. As Yang's momentum rose, it formed like a typhoon in a short time.

The wind from all directions blows with the poplar as the center, and every wisp of wind is like a storm.

The ancient ginseng trees were uprooted one by one, and the thick and tangled roots brought countless soil to the air, and were then shattered into pieces, following the direction of the wind.

Make the originally invisible wind turn into tangible.

It turned into a ferocious beast, like a blue dragon or a dragon, tangling beside Yang.

Yang Lian's neck of his clothes did not rise or fall. He carried the hurricane and walked towards Ling Zhi.

There is a transcendent spirit in the manners.

Ling Zhi frowned. He always felt that Yang's actions were not missing at this moment, and this thing was the lower half of his attack, the lower half of the second.

Otherwise, it will always make him feel a little blocked and feel a little depressed.

Didida.

Just when Ling Zhi was confused, Yang really moved again.

The beast beside him rushed towards the sky, and the sound of the wind was like the roar of a ferocious beast, resounding.

It suddenly started raining in this dry burial place of the sea god.

There were no dark clouds, no signs, and it was very sudden.

The rain fell from the sky, and it was very warm at first, sprinkling sparsely on the ground, moistening the surrounding land.

However, under Yang's mobilization, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the raindrops were rushing to compete for the first time and fell down like desperately.

The strong wind swept the rain, and every drop of water was accompanied by a wisp of wind.

The warm rain suddenly turned into a series of killing weapons.

When it slid silently from the bottom, it cut the void into pieces.

This huge, hundreds of feet in size, suddenly broke and turned into a pile of fragments.

The fragments of the void are flying everywhere, and the stars are surging, pulling the surrounding mud and trees into the void.

"Since you like to bully the less, then you might as well come and see if it can stop me from blinking." Yang sneered, and the wind was howling around his sleeves, and all the rain and hurricanes around rushed towards Ling Zhi.

Ling Zhi was determined to try the power of the opponent's attack, and once again pinched the magic trick, and made a blow to sprinkle beans into soldiers.

Hundreds of phantoms drew out many forces in his body and transformed into form again.

This does not have many restrictions on the method of transforming the Three Pure One Qi, and as long as the power is not exhausted, it can be used endlessly.

However, the spiritual power required to be mobilized every time is terrifying. Even Ling Zhi can only barely exert three times. After three times, all his spiritual power will be consumed.

Hundreds of phantoms rushed out and rushed towards him.

As soon as the handover was handed over, several phantoms were penetrated directly by the rain. The strong wind roared and tore them apart, and they had not even had time to attack.

This seemingly simple wind and ordinary water can burst out such a powerful force after combining.

Hundreds of phantoms were destroyed in an instant and exploded one after another, and what was consumed was less than one-third of the rain.

As the rain approached, Ling Zhi bent his fingers slightly and quickly let go.

He originally planned to use the Xuanyuan Sword to resist, but at the moment when the rain came, he suddenly wanted to experience this power himself, and now he decisively chose to resist with his body.

"I know you are strong in body, but you are so arrogant, I'm too sceptical to me." Yang's speech was a little interrupted, his breathing was a little unstable, and this attack was far from as easy as he showed.

"not good."

Ling Zhi cried in his heart, when he came into contact with the first drop of rain, he had a bad blessing.

He finally understood why those phantoms who had reached the middle stage of the kingdom could not even stop some raindrops.

This rain is actually condensed by the power of rules.

In other words, this blow actually incorporates the rules of wind, the rules of water, and the power of two different rules.

They blend perfectly together and complement each other.

Neither the wind blew the rain water, nor did it affect the wind because the rain was too soft.

Yang actually mastered the power of two rules and perfectly integrated them together!

This is the first person Lingzhi has seen who mastered two rules besides beasts.

Strictly speaking, it also has two rules, one is yin and yang, and one is spatial rule.

He only unilaterally believed that yin and yang blended together and transformed into Tai Chi, but he never thought that other rules and forces could also intersect and merge with each other.

Several drops, dozens of drops, hundreds of drops of rain hit his fists and body continuously.

Finally, with a bang, the defensive spiritual power covered by Lingzhi's body was broken, and the rain hit his fist, leaving a mark.

snort.

Ling Zhi let out a muffled groan, and his whole body was instantly surrounded by thousands of raindrops.

One drop, a hundred drops of rain may not be able to tear his body apart, but what about a thousand drops?

In just a moment, he was as if he was splashed on his body by sulfuric acid. On the surface of his skin, there were bumps and scars.

The spirit-devouring fire rushes up independently, but only burns the trees mixed in it to ashes, which has no effect on the power of Feng Shui.

Before it has transformed, it cannot achieve the power of incineration of rules.

Under the rain, Ling Zhi stood there in a daze, as if he was crazy.
Chapter completed!