The Return of the City’s Cultivation

In the battlefield where the black wind roars, ninety-eight gods disappear from time to time, appear from time to time, across the space, almost to look like hundreds or thousands of gods, with each appearance of them, a space in front of them It will suddenly shatter, and the shattering of time and space will bloom on all sides, endless, and there will even be emptiness.

The spectators seemed to have entered a shattered world. There was no intact space here. It was more terrifying than hell. Everyone had pale faces and retreated sharply, leaving the battlefield at a swift speed.

In their trance, they can see that behind many broken spaces, there is not only a turbulent flow or nothingness, but also strange scenes, some of them are crowds of strange clothes, some are black mountains, mountains, blue rivers, and a glance. In the boundless desert, some are buildings with very special styles that have never been seen on earth.

Such scenes continue to show up in front of the eyes, and quickly disappear, making people feel like a ghost. This is not just a simple shattered space, or a cultivator can break the shackles of space when he reaches the gods, but he can't penetrate nothingness. However, the situation at this moment obviously directly penetrates the barriers of the two layers of space, penetrates the turbulent flow and nothingness of the void, and allows people to see another real space outside the earth. This is the power of the gods.

In countless shattered spaces, Ye Tian’s body is also stubborn, moving between the turbulence and reality, his body staggers, the more awkward, and when he pauses, you can see that his head is already big. Sweaty and painful expression on his face, it is already a precarious condition.

"I too underestimated the strength of Ito Credit and Jiehuo. I was too aggressive and didn't think carefully. The five points of luck were useless. Jiehuo really started to bite back."

Ye Tian felt a little regretful, the ninety-eight gods still couldn't kill him, but Jie Huo made him dance like a knife at every moment, and a little carelessness would be forever.

Ye Tian hurriedly searched for all the singular techniques and cultivation experience in the six hundred years of cultivation in his mind, but he was frustrated to find that no matter what method is used, it is a bit late. The fire is gradually gaining momentum, plus Ito The credibility of the credit investigation is irretrievable.

Ito's laughter rang again: "Why, didn't you swallow the fire with pride? It's too late to cry now, right?"

"Stupid boy, even if I don't do it, you will be reduced to ashes under the fire."

Ye Tian was really struggling to hide at this moment. It seemed that he had passed by the **** of death countless times. Several women and Ma Yanran watched with tears, maybe they would ignore the broken space in the next second, even if the corpse was broken. Also rushing out, Yue Xinghe and others frowned, worried.

Ye Tian was under attack from inside and outside, and Jie Huo's backlash became more and more unstoppable. He started to start a prairie fire. Looking at the shattered space, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a touch of surprise flashed across his face.

"These gods shattered the space, penetrated nothingness, and their power is incredible. Why must I resist this power? While I can still control part of the fire, I might as well let the power of the fire fight against the ninety-eight gods with poison. , I can’t say that my tribulation fire refining supernatural power can be accomplished in all likelihood.

Ye Tian’s idea is very bold. The control of power and the timing of the operation must be very good, otherwise a bad thing will be a dead end, and it will not be possible for Ito Zhengxin to see the clue, but as long as it succeeds Then, it will turn the impossible into possibility. Borrowing the power of Ito's credit report is equivalent to having a super **** figure helping him in his cultivation.

Ye Tian immediately controlled part of the Tribulation Fire. When the 98 gods shattered the space, he used the momentum to offset the power of the Tribulation Fire. His body looked like a small boat in the violent wind and waves, but he could always counterattack forcefully at critical moments.

With the "help" of Ito's letter, the power of Jiehuo was gradually offset, and he was gradually able to control the backlash, and began to refine the magical powers into the gods as he pleased, and give the gods "skills".

It can be said that the "skills" that Ye Tian lacks the most for the self-made gods, of course, are also "skills" in Ye Tian's head.

"Hey, how can this kid always be beaten to death, can always force Wang Kuanglan in desperate situations?"

Ito's letter is extremely puzzled, but he would not think that Ye Tian actually borrowed his power to practice.

"Why does he seem to be getting more relaxed?"

Not to mention Ito's stunned letter, Hainia and the rest of the people also felt that they were dazzled, how with the passage of time, Ye Tian was not exhausted, but instead became more energetic, and his movements flowed more and more moment by moment.

After just a few minutes, they still hadn’t recollected it. Suddenly they saw that Ye Tian’s body was hovering in mid-air. He was no longer avoiding attacks. The countless spaces beside him were shattered, and ninety-eight gods bite. He threw the abdomen knife in front of him, the sharp claw grabbed the handle of the knife, and it was close to Ye Tian. He was about to release the knife. Obviously Ito Shinshin saw the opportunity and wanted to offer his assassin. Ye Tian exploded with a loud roar.

"kill!"

With a bang, it has been motionless, the red **** in the milky white room burnt by the robbery fire, with all the flames on its body, and with a wave of heat, its body exploded and suddenly turned into ninety-eight. , Hit the fangs **** head-on.

But in an instant, the ninety-eight fangs of the gods, like fire and water, kept "pupupupu", turning into a cloud of whitish gas.

This mass of gas contained essence, qi and spirit, as well as spirit, but it disappeared immediately and was completely annihilated.

Ito Shinsen was slapped in the face as if he was slapped, and he fell to the ground.

His face was instantly pale as paper. Although it seemed that his body was harmless, after Ye Tian killed the surrendered gods, part of his spirits and spirits had been wiped out, which had already hurt the roots.

At the same time, the space underneath was no longer a tower. The black wind and coldness were gone, and everyone returned to the villa. At this time, the sun was shining, and there was a bright sky outside.

Ye Tian's body slowly fell down, and the gods behind him received magical powers and merged into one. Ito Zhengxin stared at Ye Tian, ​​and shouted with a stern face: "You dare to kill me!"

Ye Tian said slowly: "Only your three conditions are enough for you to die."

Ito Shinsen yelled: "You are just slaves in my eyes...Ah!!!"

Ye Tian flexed his finger, and a candle-like flame fell on Ito Zhengxin's body. It immediately burned like a fire meets gasoline. Before he could finish his words, he turned into a piercing noise. Scream.

He was rolling in the flames, as if finally realized the terrible tribulation fire, the fear of death gradually swallowed him, and he cried intermittently: "I was wrong, save me..."

However, no one would move. It took more than a minute for Ito Credit to be completely burned into nothingness by the fire, and the flame was taken back by Ye Tian.

All the people present were in a state of crashing, as if people were still in the last century. The women and Yue Xinghe were naturally rejoicing, but Henia tightly covered her mouth, her eyes were shocked. Mess around.

Unexpectedly, Ye Tian suddenly said something softly in his mouth: "Tang Xue!" The expression also changed a bit strange, although it was not as dull as before, but it did not look normal, and it seemed to say to himself. A sentence: "I'm going to Wangshan to find Tang Xue."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched himself and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

"Wang...Wangshan? Did I hear it right?"

Ma Yuhui heard the word "Wangshan" as if he had heard an alien, his body was shaken, and his facial features were twisted together.

He swallowed a few mouthfuls, then said again: "Wang...The mountain doesn't exist at all?"

"There is a place where gods can go!"

A kind of Taiwanese cultivators also have pale faces and clearly understand Wang Shan, but others looked at Ma Yuhui in confusion, wondering if he was talking nonsense. Why didn't he exist for a while, and then the gods could go?