Chapter 706

Yi Heng's roaring voice rushed to Hongjun in the air. He was stunned slightly on his big face, and immediately retorted: "it's too big to be ashamed. How powerful is the master? Can you see it? Give me back my soul

As soon as the words fell, Yi Heng felt that the wind and clouds were surging and unpredictable in the sky. The huge Hongjun in the air did not move at all, but suddenly a palm of more than ten Zhang in size suddenly appeared in the void and shot them.

Before the palm comes, the pressure comes first. It seems that it represents the whole world, and it will be quick to divide them.

Su demon's silver teeth bite, also know that there is no room for maneuver at this time, but no longer afraid, but there is no magic power in the elixir field. Yuanying is so small that he almost disappears. He has the heart to help, but he has no spare power.

"Ha ha, I've known for a long time that the final result must be a desperate one. Why do you have to cite so many reasons before? You are you, I am I, how can my soul give you? "

Yi Heng laughs and really starts to fight. Instead, he feels relaxed. Life and death only depends on means, and his means will be less?

The huge palms are getting bigger and bigger, and the fingerprints on the palms are like ditches, which can be seen clearly.

The wind was blowing like a knife edge. The old wounds on his body were blown open layer by layer, and the blood just flowed out, which was rolled up by the wind and sprinkled in the air.

Facing the cutting wind, he took two steps forward again, and the color of determination shot out in his eyes.

If this person's soul is really so huge, then how to struggle is death.

So, after two steps, he didn't move any more. He looked up at the top of his head and slapped down his huge palm.

The young and middle-aged people in Zifu are full of prudence and panic in their eyes.

Death, on the contrary, is the best liberation. What we fear most is not death, but the soul being engulfed. From now on, we are no longer ourselves and disappear forever.

Looking down at the body of three feet and six feet, I can't even compare that ten feet of palm. How can we defeat it?

As soon as he stretched out his left hand, the Bagua plate appeared in the palm of his left hand. His right hand quickly pinched the formula, and the soul power of Taoism surged from his body, and then he gathered his left hand.

As the figure keeps getting smaller, the Bagua plate emits a dazzling white light. The eight big characters on it are constantly floating. They come out of the tray and merge together to form a huge dry character.

Ten Zhangs of palm fell from the sky, covering both of them. Under the great pressure, they were unable to resist and bent down, but looked up at the sky.

"Dry, for the sky, the sky line is strong, invincible, everything can not be broken!" As the huge palm of his hand was about to touch his head, there was a glimmer of disappointment in his eyes.

Until now, he still did not find a clue.

The body sitting in the center of the wind and clouds, this fingerprint is like the palm of a huge ditch, all are real, without any trace of obstruction.

Suddenly force, waist up, left hand a stretch, purple house in the Bagua plate instant appear in the palm.

There are also "Qian" characters on the top of the Bagua plate, which are more than ten meters in size. When you think about it, the flashing white light of the word "Qian" immediately breaks away from the Bagua plate and shoots away at the huge palm in the sky.

As soon as the Bagua pan appeared, the huge face sitting in the air suddenly appeared with emotion. It was like a beloved thing that had been lost for a long time and suddenly appeared in front of you.

He opened his big eyes, which were slightly closed. His eyes were fixed on the Bagua plate which was about two feet above his left hand. His chest was slightly up and down. Obviously, he was too excited to control himself.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the sharp shot of dry words hit the huge palm instantly.

Everything happened too quickly, the huge palm would arrive in an instant. Yi Heng's left Bagua tray immediately appeared, and the dry words shot out.

Su demon only felt that her eyes were suddenly blackened by the intense white light. The dry words had already hit the palm of her hand, and her face suddenly changed dramatically.

Compared with a huge hand, the size of a dry character is insignificant.

But she was stunned.

I saw Zhang Da Qian's words as though they were going through the air and through the clouds. They pierced the huge palm of his hand through a big hole, and then continued to shoot away into the sky. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared.

Is the huge palm fake?

"Ha ha, if so, what else can we do together?" Yi Heng laughs and straightens up his waist in an instant, allowing his palm to slap down with a big hole.

Like a gust of wind blowing from above, in addition to the hair blowing wildly, the huge palm slapped down, no harm.

He relaxed completely and looked up at Hong Jun.

"It's really a gossip dish. I can go out at last!" To his surprise, Hong Jun was not frightened to be exposed. Instead, he was staring at the gossip plate on his left hand and sighed in a low voice.

"It's not a fake Bagua dish, but it doesn't have to be able to get out." Yi Heng said fiercely that the young and middle-aged people in the purple mansion pressed the formula in a hurry, and the power of the soul quickly gathered together.

It's not that he wants to get rid of the man who has devoured the soul for thousands of years, although because of him, no one has been able to reincarnate for thousands of years.

Just because of this situation, how could Hongjun let him go out alive?

"Is it?" Hongjun, like two eyes in essence, moved away from the Bagua dish and gathered on his face to look at his eyes."You have already believed that you are the birth of my soul." Yi Heng didn't know why he mentioned it again. He wanted to interrupt, but he wanted to continue listening.

"But you don't want to admit it all the time, because I don't have any better evidence. Now, let you see, you are me!"

As soon as Hongjun's words were finished, his body, sitting in the air, was shrinking rapidly. In the blink of an eye, they had shrunk countless times to about four feet.

At this time, his face is lifelike, far more real than the huge face just now.

Yi Heng feels a little tight in his heart, and I don't know how he is going to prove it.

He read the pithy formula in his mouth. His right hand was pinched in a hurry, and his left hand was stretched out toward the front.

"No way!"

Su demon some inexplicable, but see block in front of Yi Heng whole body shaking, seems to have something terrible happened.

But in an instant, she understood what had happened, and her body trembled like Yi Heng.

I saw the Bagua dish above the palm of Yi Heng's left hand, which seemed to be driven by someone. At first, the speed was extremely fast, and it had been more than 20 Zhang in breathing.

Thirty or forty feet further on, a palm was spread out in the air, as if waiting for the arrival of the eight trigrams.

She was no less frightened than Yi Heng.

This scene has subverted her cognition and driven other people's magic weapon. Unless the soul brand on the magic weapon disappears after the owner's death, how can the magic weapon be driven if the soul breath is different?

If it is so easy, who dares to sacrifice the magic weapon easily when fighting? I'm afraid it's not just the sacrifice that has already been controlled and driven by the enemy before attacking.

Unless the cultivation is too high and the difference between souls is too great, the soul brand on the magic weapon will be erased in an instant.

But the blow just now shows that the power of Hongjun's soul is not so great.

How did he do it?

There is only one possibility, that is, his soul is the same as his soul.

Yi Heng's face became pale and frightened.

Since Hongjun pinched the eight trigrams, he felt that the eight trigrams were out of control and shot at him in an instant. After reaction, the middle-aged and young people in Zifu also pinched the eight trigrams. When he controlled the eight trigrams, the eight trigrams had already flown between them.

If it's a little bit slower, I'm afraid the Bagua plate has already fallen on Hongjun's left hand.

He didn't believe it, but he had to.

That's the best evidence, no words.

It turns out that Hongjun wanted to sacrifice his Bagua dish. Those simple questions just wanted to know his own past, and after swallowing his soul, it would be easier to integrate and digest.

The huge palm has no threat and no substantial damage, but he can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, making him feel powerful and irresistible, so he has to use the gossip plate.

Why does he know that his greatest reliance is the gossip plate? Is it true that if you don't resist when you slap your hand down, it will become a real attack?

The young and middle-aged people in the purple mansion are blushing and fighting for the ownership of the Bagua plate.

Hongjun's nearly four Zhang's body also gradually trembled, and he seemed to try his best to fight for it.

The Bagua plate floating in the air, like two invisible lines tied, swings in the air, sometimes forward, sometimes backward.