The dense purple-gold divine power flowed over and over again in the body, like the purest fairy water washing away flesh and blood. With the help of that current, Feng Jueyu suddenly felt that his body had become ten times stronger in an instant.

It was an extremely miraculous feeling, as if after he had exercised hundreds of times with hundreds of refined gold, all his meridians had been washed hundreds of times, and his flesh and blood had been baptized in an instant.

At this time, his self-created body refining method also played a miraculous role. The two forces quickly merged and merged in the flesh and blood, suddenly sublimating the Zhenwu Sheng's method.

But in fact, Feng Jueyu knew very well that this was not an ordinary sublimation, but a breakthrough that was forced under strong pressure.

Yes.

Suffering from the oppression of the collapse of space, his True Martial Saint body was perfectly sublimated in the blink of an eye, actually breaking through the shackles of the fourteenth level and directly reaching the fifteenth level.

The fifteenth level of the True Saint Tribulation of the True Martial Saint Body.

Purple gold body!

boom!

When the electric current surged through his body, Feng Jueyu's aura suddenly increased by more than ten times. When the destructive force caused by the collapse and squeezing of space appeared on his body, two sounds of gold and iron were heard.

Whoosh!

Feng Jueyu stood up immediately, as if he was covered with a layer of purple gold armor.

"Really... a true saint's catastrophe?" Feng Jueyu couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't expect that at the critical moment, the body refining magical power he had realized and the true martial saint's body would be perfectly integrated, and he would force himself to use Baidu.

Refining real gold has sublimated it to the level of the true sage.

When... when... when...

There was a rapid crash, and space collapsed on him, and several shattered space fragments flashed across his body, but Feng Jueyu did not suffer any substantial damage.

This scene fell into the eyes of Emperor Yan and Hong Wuyang, and they immediately aroused great surprise.

"Zhenwu Shengchun? I didn't expect to meet the descendant of Fei Shenquan here?" Hong Wuyang was horrified and couldn't help but look at Feng Jueyu. The incredible look in his eyes did not hide it at all.

"Haha, it's the True Saint Tribulation, it's the True Saint Tribulation. After Fei Shenquan in Hongtu's world, no one has developed such a world-class magical power. The fifteenth level of the True Martial Saint's body, Lao Hong, we don't have it either.

All your busy work was in vain, and you can see the body of the true saint in the great calamity of the true saint, and die with his eyes closed." The laughter of the King of Hell did not have a trace of sadness in his tone, but was infinitely heroic.

The young man in black and white robes not far away also stood up from the steps. When Yan Huang and Hong Wuyang used their two souls to lift the sky, the two of them just laughed it off, but when they saw the true saint body on Feng Jueyu, the two

The young man just couldn't sit still anymore.

"True Martial Saint Body?"

"Yes, it is indeed the True Martial Saint's body. I really didn't expect that one of the three most feared magical powers of the master in this life would appear here, and it is also the 15th level of extreme cultivation, the True Saint Tribulation. Could this be

God willing?"

The young man in white robe thought thoughtfully, and then the young man in black robe said: "God's will, even the body of a true martial saint can't match the master's "Burial of the Sky" divine art, but this kid can understand the great calamity of the true saint

, is not a bad thing, at least after Hong Wuyang and Emperor Yan die, he can take over their place and continue to guard the tomb of the gods."

Hearing this, the young man in white robes waved away the worries in his heart and said, "Yes, even masters of Taoism and martial arts at the proficiency level will not dare to resist Master's "Burial of the Sky" divine technique, unless he has refined the sixteenth level of the Infinite Tribulation Body."

The two young men exchanged words and then stopped talking, and this conversation did not reach Feng Jueyu's ears.

At this time, Feng Jueyu was surrounded by purple gold True Saint armor, and his cultivation improved again. He looked into the distance and flew over with the sky pendant in his hand.

Xiao Hongzhang, Yin Farewell, and the dying crow who were imprisoned in the space all looked at Feng Jueyu in disbelief as he came and went freely in the space collapse, with unconcealable astonishment in their eyes.

Zhenwu Shengqi is known as the world's best body-refining magical power. I didn't expect that such a powerful body could not even be shattered by the collapse of space. Who else could stop Feng Jueyu's steps.

boom!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Feng Jueyu finally flew close to the soul light ray of light. He raised his hand and struck a sword with a bang, breaking the soul light ray of light that had become extremely weak and had also been affected by the neon light sword. This sword,

It was indeed nothing fancy, and after a moment, the light broke with a loud sound.

The two old men sitting on the ground, with smiles in their eyes, flew out, each spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Whoosh!

The two-hundred-foot-square space confinement finally disappeared in an instant after the twin souls Qingtian was destroyed. Without the oppression of space collapse, Xiao Hongzhang, Yin Farewell, and Wu Wu finally no longer had to bear the terrifying destructive power, and they fell down as if they were exhausted.

It's just that at this time, the God's Tomb Square has turned into a ruin. Except for the palace that was not affected, a large pit with a depth of several feet appeared on the ground of the square.

Hong Wuyang and Yan Huang fell to the ground, vomiting blood. Ni Guang quickly flew to Crow Crow and supported him.

Yin Bie, who was lucky enough to escape, also stayed by Crow Crow's side and couldn't stop her tears from flowing.

"Crow, crow... wake up..."

The almost exhausted Crow had no power at all, and soon he turned into a wounded man covered in bruises. Lying on the ground, Crow weakly looked at Ni Guang and Yin Farewell, and said with a smile on his lips: "It's okay.

Fortunately, we are all alive, just stay alive."

"Crow, stop talking, I will help you." Yin Bie was already crying, and the tears shed by the Blood Moon Sirius were all bloody.

"No... no need to waste your divine power, I can't do it anymore..."

"Don't talk nonsense..." Yin Bie roared with all his strength, but he also understood that the crow was now exhausted.

"Brother, brother, I have practiced with you in the Yinjue Mountains for seven hundred years. I don't regret it at all. I just can't watch you become gods."

"Damn it, I'm going to kill those two old immortals..." Yin Bie stood up resentfully and staggered towards Yan Huang and Hong Wuyang.

At this moment, Feng Jueyu turned around and looked over. Seeing Yin Bie walking over with no strength at all, Feng Jueyu sighed and said, "Why bother? They don't have much time left."

"Haha, that's right." The Emperor of Hell laughed loudly, without even looking away at Yin, he laughed at Feng Jueyu and said: "I'm already dying, but I have no regrets. At the last moment, I was able to put this pair of

If you use the secret technique of Hun Qingtian, you will have no regrets in your life. It is a pity that after my death, there will be no successor to this secret technique that reaches the sky."

After the Emperor of Hell finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted into the sky. Then his head tilted and he died on the spot.

Yin Bie was stunned, then gritted his teeth and walked towards the Emperor of Hell, lifted his body up, squeezed it with his hands with all his strength, and with a bang, Emperor of Hell's body exploded into bloody mud on the spot.

When blood splashed all over Yin Bie's body, the latter fell to the ground helplessly and passed out.

"Revenge? Why is it so..." Hong Wuyang looked at the dead Emperor of Hell with no body, and shook his head feebly. When he breathed his last breath, he looked at Feng Jueyu and said: "Little

Guy, you are indeed a genius. I didn’t expect that I could see the body of the True Saint during the Great Tribulation of the True Saint before I died. I am ashamed of myself.”

Feng Jueyu stared at Hong Wuyang. He actually didn't have any resentment towards this old man. They had been fighting each other for so long. From the loneliness of Hong Wuyang and Yan Huang, he had already seen that what the two elders did was not out of their true intentions.

He was coerced, and in the end, Hong Wuyang reminded him, told him to escape, and told him how to leave the tomb of the gods.

It's a pity that Feng Jueyu couldn't understand it at the time.

Feng Jueyu looked at Hong Wuyang quietly and said: "As the saying goes, death is like a lamp going out. I don't resent you. As an opponent, I respect the senior and Mr. Yan's character more. I won't take action. Senior, just ask for it.

.”

Hong Wuyang nodded and sat up straight with great effort. At this moment, his face was rosy and radiant.

However, neither Niguang nor Xiao Hongzhang made a move at this time. Although their eyes were full of resentment, they knew that Hong Wuyang had reached the end of his life and had returned to the past.

"My little friend's surname is Feng. I've seen it. Don't worry, little friend. I don't have long left. But before I die, I hope that my little friend can reflect on himself. Our fate will be your future. Little friend, take care of it."

After Hong Wuyang said this, his head sank and he died on the spot.

"Our fate will be your future." After listening to Hong Wuyang's warning before his death, Feng Jueyu frowned, seeming to have some realization.

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

At this moment, the sound of clapping rang out in the square. Although Niguang's resentment towards Hong Wuyang and Emperor Yan had not disappeared, he did not go so far as to destroy the corpse to vent his anger like Yin Bie did. When the sound of clapping rang out,

, and with the neon light of consciousness, Feng Jueyu and Xiao Hongzhang just turned their gazes from a distance to the two young men on the steps.

"Haha, wonderful, indeed wonderful. I have been guarding this tomb for thousands of years and have seen many battles. This time is indeed the most exciting. I didn't expect that you are the descendant of Feishen Fist. I'm glad to meet you. I'm glad to meet you.

"The young man in black robe looked proud, as if the tragic battle that happened before was like a drama, and it didn't make him feel much.

Looking at the young man in black and white robes, Feng Jueyu and the others were extremely nervous. Hong Wuyang and Yan Huang were already so powerful. How terrifying was this young man in black and white robes?

What are the identities of these two people?

Why do even Hong Wuyang and Yan Huang obey their orders?

Feng Jueyu stood in the square holding the Sky Falling Sword, looking directly at the two young men and saying: "You two, what do you want to do next?"

Xiao Hongzhang also stood up and said angrily: "If we win, can we get the treasure?" No matter how bad things happened, Xiao Hongzhang was still thinking about the treasure in the tomb of the gods, and this idea is not surprising.
Chapter completed!