Chapter 1190

Impermanent little saint, true devil and great God, both of them are sons of God. There is not much difference in status and status. At this time, no one will stand up. No matter who it is, for ordinary demons, they are invincible.

As the war broke out directly between the two great saints, no one came forward. Even if many demons who followed the real devil, they also quickly retreated.

The king of demons is very terrible, but the impermanent sage is not vegetarian.

"Magic hand..."

As soon as you do it, the real devil will use his unique skills.

This is the unique skill of the king of ten thousand demons. It is the great power of the real sages.

However, the supernatural skills above the grand master are not obvious. Even if it is the prince's son, the real devil and the great God, it is absolutely impossible to break this rule. Naturally, there is the Tao of the king of ten thousand demons.

If you want to practice the magic hand, you must think about the king of ten thousand demons, take the king of ten thousand demons as the way, set up the heart of Tao, seek the path of Tao, and prove the results of Tao.

A hand, is the real world.

In the face of such a terrible magic power, ordinary people, who dare not look directly, must quickly dodge.

What an impermanent little saint, he did not dodge. In the face of such a great power, he even chose the most difficult confrontation.

"Hunyuan palm!"

, with one hand splitting, seems to be chaos, which opens up a new world directly under such a law.

Bang

In the middle of the sky, the huge palm of chaos and Hunyuan, like the hand of ten thousand demons, collided with each other directly and broke out a storm of destruction.

"You?"

Pointing to Wuchang Xiaosheng, Zhimo's face changed greatly.

"What are you, you, what, are you afraid of?"

"Well, Ben is afraid of you?

Come on, today, the son of God is going to kill you! "

Looking at the impermanent little saint, in the eyes of the real devil, he was furious: this damned thing dare to look down on Ben Shengzi. Today, I must let him look after him.

"Come again!"

The real devil again.

He is worthy of being the father and son of the king of ten thousand demons, and has obtained the true biography of the king of ten thousand demons.

If you want to cultivate the Tao of the king of ten thousand demons, you must obtain the approval of the king of ten thousand demons. Otherwise, it is impossible at all. If you think about him, he will know that if his mind moves, he will directly cause the attack of the road.

"Magic fist

Legend has it that the king of ten thousand demons once killed a great saint from heaven with such a blow.

This is the most powerful fist of the king of ten thousand demons. If the legend is true, such a fist can kill the sages.

However, the great God of the ten thousand demons made such a fist.

This is the most domineering blow. One punch can make the world endless. There are countless ghosts everywhere. Each shadow represents a demon.

This is a real gathering of demons.

Each shadow contains the way of a demon, the magic fist. In legend, it is a boxing technique that can integrate the magic road.

Sure enough, the endless shadow, suddenly, there is a magic shadow, directly into a phantom, into the real devil's fist.

For a moment, the power of the real devil's fist was even more terrible.

However, this is far from over. With the first one, you will naturally have the second, the third, and even the fourth and the fifth.

For a moment, there was a sense of dancing in a crowd.

However, the fist of the real devil is more terrible, not only strong, but also vigorous.

This is a kind of inside story, similarly, this is also a kind of legend.

This is the legend of the invincible son.

Cultivating the way of sages contains the supernatural power of sages, which is invincible at the same level.

"Good time!"

Wuchang Xiaosheng shouts and grabs it. He grabs a magic sword and a purple soft sword from the void.

"Ziwei soft sword, how could you have it?"

Seeing this sword, the real devil screamed.

How could he not know this magic sword? This is the damned Terran. Wang Yang's sword is Wang Yang's magic sword.

How is it possible, impermanent saint, how could he have such a sword?

"How can I have such a sword? Look at my Epee skill..."

Wuchang Xiaosheng is very direct. It's a sword. It cleaves towards the real devil.

Ah

In the face of such a sword as Wuchang Xiaosheng, the real devil is like being suppressed by a mountain, which puts his whole person under absolute pressure.

It's the real pressure, it's scarier than ever.

"You, you..."

Pointing to the impermanent little saint, the real devil's mind leaps straight. It seems that, facing a huge mountain, even if it is to cultivate the way of sages, it is also a straight jump of mind. Even if you can't stand your own feet, it's just terrible.Poof

Finally, Ziwei soft sword butted with the fist of the real devil.

Bang

It was like a blow on a mountain, which was the greatest hope of the real devil. It didn't play any role. Even his arm was severely damaged.

"It's you, it's you, it's you..."

The great God of the real devil pointed at the impermanent little saint, and exclaimed repeatedly.

"Ha ha, are you singing?

It's you, it's you. It's you that dreams of... "

Wuchang Xiaosheng laughed, and finally, he even sang.

"Damn it, you're not Wuchang Xiaosheng, you're Wang Yang, you're the damned Wang Yang!"

The real devil screamed and screamed, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Well, are you joking?

Do you think, a human race, will have such a strong evil spirit?

I think you've been fooled by that Terran. Otherwise, how could you say such a thing? "

In the face of the accusation of the real devil, the "impermanent little saint" didn't care at all. Even pointing to the real devil, it was a burst of abuse.

In the face of the accusation of impermanence, the real devil has a silent feeling.

Yes, if, if he really is the Terran prince, how could he have such a strong evil spirit?

Is he really demonized?

Don't be kidding. In just a few years, the strength of those arrogant figures has been raised to such a level that the sky will be terrible and hard to find in the whole world. How can such a person's outstanding person be easily possessed of evil spirit?

But, if it wasn't Wang Yang, the damned impermanent saint, how could he have Ziwei soft sword?

What's more, from his hand to now, all he uses is the magic moves of Wang Yang, the Terran.

In this world, how can there be such a coincidence?

For a while, the real devil was confused.

Looking at the familiar figure in front of me, the real devil felt that he didn't know him at all.

"You, who are you?"

In the eyes of the real devil, there are all doubts.

Even, he did not dare to do it.