Evolution From the Willow Tree

"What did you say?"

The majestic body of the young master of Guixu froze there, and his face was extremely twisted together.

"I said you are much weaker than I thought."

Liu Ziyu, who is floating and sinking behind the chaotic innate god Liu Faxiang, holds the red blood ax in his hand, a great weapon for killing and cutting, with aura, he can swallow the ages, sweeping the heavens!

The invincible momentum circulating outside his tall and straight body, the three thousand ancient characters of the immortal way, illuminate the past and the present, shining like stars, against which Liu Ziyu seems to be an ancient emperor who does not belong to this time and space, and does not belong to this time.

In contrast, the Young Master Guixu, who was gradually falling into a disadvantage, was suppressed by Liu Ziyu both in terms of aura and martial arts.

"You... how dare you!"

Unprecedented anger rolled in the eyes of the Young Master Guixu.

He came out to shine a hundred years ago, but in just one night, he established his reputation as an invincible genius.

After that, he overwhelmed the sons and goddesses of the three major temples on Beihai, reaching the pinnacle of the younger generation in Beihai in one fell swoop.

If Liu Ziyu hadn't come from behind and shined in the secret territory of the Undersea Heavenly Palace, and then challenged the Lingtian Temple above Beihai, the younger generation of Beihai was destined to respect him as the young master of Guixu!

Rao is the son and goddess of the three major temples, but she is inferior!

It was because of Liu Ziyu's sudden birth that all the monks on the North Sea would provoke Liu Ziyu for comparison whenever he was mentioned as the young master of the ruins.

Now Liu Ziyu used that condescending posture to mock him for being too weak, which was equivalent to stabbing a steel knife into the depths of the young master Guixu's heart.

In an instant, the flames of anger that flooded behind the eyes of the Young Master Guixu climbed uncontrollably and grew stronger, as if the raging river could swallow up all of this world.

Aware of the anger of the Young Master Guixu who chooses others and eats the sky and the earth, Liu Ziyu just laughed it off: "Sure enough, I think highly of you.

In the confrontation between the strong, the combat power is second, and the will and character are the most important. You have a false name like you, and you can't allow others to tell the truth, burying you in this Penglai Immortal Pagoda today is considered cheap for you! "

The eyes of the Young Master Guixu are scarlet,

Like that wild giant beast in the dark night, with its throat squirming, it sneered hoarsely and sternly: "Liu Ziyu! Very well, you are trying to mess with my Dao heart!

Let me tell you, this young master is the young master of Guixu, and sooner or later he will uphold the luck of Guixu and become the ruler of Beihai! You just want to disturb my Dao heart with these few words? It is wishful thinking, daydreaming! Besides, it's still unknown who will win the game! "

Liu Ziyu said awe-inspiringly, "So what if you mess with your Taoism, as for the title of Young Master of Guixu, it is even more worthless in my eyes!"

As soon as the words fell, Liu Ziyu's shocking momentum and invincible aura coiled around her were instantly sublimated to a level that defies time and space and transcends the mortal world.

Eighty-three phantoms of the ancient heavenly kings rose up one by one!

Each statue has its own unique and glorious demeanor, and the body of each statue has a completely different "Tao" and "Dharma" flowing!

With the blessing of the eighty-three phantoms of the ancient heavenly kings, Liu Ziyu's figure is close to illusion. This is the form shown after the cultivation of combat power has been sublimated to the realm of extreme detachment.

Just like this world, if there is no room for Liu Ziyu's existence.

The young master of Guixu swallowed, his scalp tingling.

He has some means that he hasn't used yet, and he also has the means to save the day in any crisis and danger.

However, Liu Ziyu's display of boundless divine power, as well as the phantoms of the eighty-three immemorial heavenly kings, caused an unimaginable shock to the soul and will of the young master of Guixu.

"If you can't kill this place...my young master's invincible belief and flawless Taoist heart...I'm afraid it will really be cast in the shadows and stained with dust."

The young master of Guixu is no longer furious and mad, he is concentrating, calm as still water.

But that doesn't mean he's ready to admit defeat!

The young master Guixu who has calmed down is the most terrifying, terrifying!

Thick black hair soars to the sky, and the body of a demon god is majestic and majestic!

"Since inheriting the orthodoxy of Guixu, this young master has not tried his best. Even the battle when he defeated God Son Luo Tian was just as it is now. Since the young master was born, I have to use all my strength to fight Yes, you are the first."

From the pores of the young master of Guixu, an unusual, extremely ancient aura of annihilating the world spewed out.

Liu Ziyu was indifferent, his eyes were filled with a world-brightening light, saying anything at this time was superfluous!

He wants to behead the young master of Guixu, so as to deal with a great enemy! This Young Master Guixu will definitely not submit obediently. In the desperate situation of death, some potentials have exploded and some unknown trump cards have been displayed. This is all understandable.

"See it clearly, this is the way of destroying the world that this young master has comprehended after inheriting the orthodoxy of returning to the ruins! Under this way of destroying the world, everything is in vain, and the ages will eventually be ashes!"

The sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu echoed in the Penglai Immortal Pagoda.

The aura of annihilation gushing out from the pores of the body of the young master of Guixu, merged into a sea, and the scale was huge.

Looking at it from a distance, the young master of Guixu, who looks like a demon god, is standing on a black and dark river.

The turbulent black river, the destructive energy emitted, and the destructive wave, after blending together, turned into a kind of ghosts and gods weeping, subverting the samsara's destructive power.

Vaguely, one can still see the great thousand worlds, the ancient gods, in the raging waves, the turbulent river of annihilation, the terrifying vision of being smashed into pieces.

"Is it the way to destroy the world?"

Liu Ziyu's heart was a little heavy.

Among the three thousand ways, there is no way to destroy the world.

The way of destroying the world is somewhat similar to the avenue of destruction in the three thousand avenues.

The Dao of Destruction, as the name suggests, is to destroy everything, to destroy everything, and it ranks among the best in the Three Thousand Dao.

The way of destroying the world erupted by the Young Master Guixu is similar to the Dao of Destruction in that it is full of aura of destruction and destruction, but in essence, it is much more overbearing and mysterious than the pure Dao of Destruction.

"...Inheriting the Dao of Returning to the Ruins, and getting the Dao of Exterminating the World?"

Liu Ziyu brandished the red blood axe and struck it.

The young master of Guixu did not retreat a single step, he was stepping on the River of Destruction, and the ancient halberd clanged in his hand, opened and closed, and hit the sky-splitting, unstoppable red blood ax head-on.

A circle of waves exploded and spread outside Liu Ziyu and the young master Guixu. Fortunately, it was inside the Penglai Immortal Pagoda. If it was outside, the storm and waves caused by the collision between the two would be seen by the giant sage. His expression changed, and he gasped for air.