"My mother! What's this?"

The ancestor Heitian couldn't help but moaned, and felt his scalp numb.

The momentum of this thing in front of me is really amazing!

He was no longer surprised by the transformation of the primordial spirit, but he had never seen it before. The primordial spirit can transform into such creatures, and this aura is different from the method of transformation of the primordial spirit that he had seen.

"This is the Dharma image, the Witch God!"

The god spoke, bent down and slapped it with one palm.

"Dharma image?"

The ancestor Hei Tian was shocked immediately. He was an ancient monster. He lived for countless years and had a wide range of knowledge. He naturally heard of this Dharma image.

"How come you have the Dharma image? This is the oldest Dharma!"

He exclaimed, his heart trembling.

This art of Dharma is the oldest method of soul cultivation. It was also famous in ancient times, but there were very few people who knew it. Where did this kid learn it?

He was so excited that he slapped his palm, which made him tremble all over and flew backwards.

"Hiss-! It is worthy of being a Dharma image, so powerful!"

He held back and looked horrified.

This kid is just the four-tribulation soul. After transforming into the Dharma image, he can actually hurt his six-tribulation soul. Even though part of the reason is that this is the other party’s sea of ​​consciousness, it can be seen that the power of this Dharma image art is enough.

"Boy, OK!"

He wiggled the corner of his mouth and became excited.

This boy really surprised him. He even knew the art of Dharma images. As long as he swallowed this boy's soul, he could learn the art of Dharma images.

Tang Hao snorted coldly and then punched him.

"Good come!"

The ancestor Hei Tian laughed loudly, and his soul's body suddenly expanded, and he also turned into a giant, wielding his fist to fight.

Bang!

The two giant fists hit each other, and with the collision point as the center, ripples spread wildly, sweeping across the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

"Haha! Come again!"

The ancestor Hei Tian laughed loudly and punched him again.

Bang bang bang!

The sounds of muffled thunder kept exploding in this sea of ​​consciousness.

Two giants stood there, fighting wildly. The witch god was at a disadvantage and was pressed by his opponent. He was bombarded with an arm or his body was bombarded, but he would soon recover and continue fighting. The situation was tragic.

"Boy, you are proud enough to last for so long!"

The ancestor Hei Tian shouted loudly, he really admired this boy. With the strength of the Four Tribulations, he was able to fight with him for so long. Such a monster and brave boy was the only one he had ever seen in his life.

"But you are no match for me after all! The gap between you and me cannot be smoothed out by a magic technique. After fighting for so long, it will be over, otherwise those people outside will be restless."

He snorted coldly, and punched him again, directly exploding half of his opponent's body.

The witch god stepped back and hurriedly stopped.

“It’s not that easy!”

Tang Hao raised his head and gritted his teeth. A pair of eyes had a blazing flame.

That was an unyielding, yet crazy flame!

He is unwilling to give up!

He has only been four disasters, and he has not reached the end yet, so how could he fall here!

He can't die!

He will not surrender, either!

Even if it is the six kalpas, so what!

He even fought against the heaven and the world-destroying thunder tribulation, how could he surrender to an old monster with six tribulations!

He will never give up until the last moment without fighting!

He trembled all over, his expression became a little crazy, and his aura was rising and rising.

"Hmph! Stupid!"

The ancestor Hei Tian looked disdainful.

This kid is just struggling to death. No matter what means he has, he will eventually die.

"Boy, I'll send you on your way!"

He snorted coldly, clenched his fist with his right palm and blasted away heavily.

He used all his strength to use this punch. As long as he hit it, he would definitely be able to completely explode this Dharma image.

But at this moment, a cloud of light suddenly flashed around the sea of ​​consciousness, densely packed with countless counts.

"Fellow Daoist! Hold on!"

"Fellow Taoist! We're here!"

Countless shouts came from all over the world.

Then, all the lights surged towards this side and gathered into a torrent.

"What are these?"

The old ancestor Hei Tian glanced at him and couldn't help but be stunned.

He could see clearly that these were all souls and souls, and they all looked exactly the same as this kid.

"It's a soul splitting! There are still many distractions!"

He exclaimed, somewhat incredible.

When I glanced at this glance, I felt like the stars in the sky, and I couldn’t count them at all. How many souls and souls are there?

How could a cultivator have so many souls and spirits?

It is simple to divide the soul, but this divine spirit is also a divine spirit! How could it be that so many could be divided?

He was a little shocked and was shocked by this scene.

But then, something even more shocking happened. These souls and spirits all changed, turning into magical appearances of witch gods, all emitting a monstrous aura.

"This...this..."

His eyes suddenly widened, filled with horror.

This soul, the spirit can also change into a Dharma image?

"Fellow Taoist, we will help you!"

Accompanied by countless shouts, these witches, gods and magic figures of all sizes rushed from all directions and crashed into Tang Hao's body and merged into it.

Whenever a Dharma image is fused, Tang Hao's Dharma image will expand a little, and his momentum will also increase a little.

One hundred feet, two hundred feet... He continued to grow bigger and bigger, like a towering sacred mountain, standing in this sea of ​​consciousness, exuding a vast terrible power.

"Oh my God!"

The old ancestor Hei Tian raised his head and stared blankly at the giant god in front of him.

This giant god is so big! It’s a bit scary!

And it is not only huge, but its momentum has also skyrocketed several times.

"Not enough! Not enough!"

Tang Hao murmured.

"Come on the tripod!"

He shouted loudly, and his voice was like muffled thunder, rolling away.

"Chongqing? What does it mean?"

The old ancestor Hei Tian was stunned and a little puzzled.

Is this kid trying to call for something?

But what treasure can enhance the kid's strength at this moment? Could it be that there is any powerful soul in that cauldron?

"Impossible!"

But he was a little unbelievable. It was not that coincidence that this kid had a powerful soul, it was impossible!

After the words fell, the sea of ​​consciousness immediately twisted below, and a golden light penetrated the barrier of the sea of ​​consciousness and rushed out. It was a golden tripod with dazzling light all over the body.

"What kind of tripod is this?"

The ancestor Hei Tian glanced at him and was stunned.

This tripod is a bit strange, and with his eyesight, he can't even see the grade.

The golden tripod rushed into the air and hovered. With a buzzing trembling, light rushed out from inside, all of which were colorful flames.
Chapter completed!