Chapter 1800

This battle array was created by Youming Xianjun. At the beginning, Youming Xianjun tried it himself.

Youming Xianjun used three moves to break the battle, and did not kill a Xuanxian.

Of course, Youming Xianjun may have left his hand and won't kill his subordinates.

But this battle is also tempered, and the defense is super strong. Ordinary immortal kings may not be able to open it.

This immortal king of the nether world is an old Immortal King, who has gone through generations of immortal emperors.

Now, Ding Yi broke the battle with one punch, and broke hundreds of Xuanxian.

The strength of this blow not only broke the battle, but also broke everyone's confidence and morale.

"How could it be?" These four words burst into countless people's minds.

This man is not Xianjun, not even banbu Xianjun.

Why is it more terrifying than Xianjun's power.

"Those who stand in my way will die." Just then, Ding Yi roared again and stood up.

It's another blow.

It's all his own boxing.

It can be said that it is a combination of the advantages of a hundred schools and a collection of all kinds of magic powers.

In his life, he killed countless opponents and plundered a lot of memories. He began to practice the real king in the world. The magic power in the deep memory gathered all kinds of ways, such as fairyland, human world, hell, gods and demons, and even demon clan.

In this way, Ding Yi is transformed into the supreme demon. The endless flame envelops his whole body to form a huge fist, which spreads a magic River and sea.

At this time, the battle line on the opposite side was broken, and people were terrified. Many Xuanxian fought back and ran for their lives.

Then he was bombarded by Ding Yi. With a bang and a loud bang, the people behind him saw that the magic River in front of him was surging like a river without a dike. All the way, he tore the sky and cracked the ground. Thousands of Xuanxian split into two and scattered on both sides.

Many people explode in the middle of the escape. Bang, bang, a life turns into a blood mist in mid air.

Ding Yi's fist strength is too fierce. Even if it's just a fist style, it can blow up a Xuanxian alive.

The holy immortals of Youyun camp were so scared that they almost didn't dare to come forward.

These holy fairies are the great figures who dominate the fairyland for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

They have seen the ups and downs of the fairyland, the change of the Immortal Emperor, and even participated in the battle of saints.

But no one has ever seen Ding Yi fight so hard.

"Back up." The leader of Youyun camp couldn't stop it at all, and he couldn't sacrifice for nothing. At his command, empress Xuanxian retreated like a tide.

"Go." The holy immortals did not dare to stop at the same place, swish, and ran back.

"Everyone goes into the Youming temple. The Youming temple is guarded by the heaven array of eight poles and six harmonies. We can hold on until the Youming immortal comes back."

"No

The whole King City did not dare to stop Ding Yi and retreated one after another.

After breaking the first layer of defense, Ding Yi easily burst into it, whoosh, looking in the king's city.

"Ding Yi, you are only half a year ahead of me. You are so fierce." At this time, song Jiaohong was also excited.

She rose about half a year later than Ding Yi in the world. Now she is only in the late Jinxian period, while Ding Yi is already in the late Shengxian period. This gap surprised her a lot. But what's more shocking is that it is also in the late Shengxian period. Ding Yi is as easy to kill other Shengxian as it is to kill dogs.

"I am so fierce in the world, ha ha ha." Ding Yi is complacent.

When song Jiaohong thinks about it, it seems that when Ding Yi is the real king in the world, killing the real king is the same as killing the dog.

It seems that the most correct decision I made in the world was that I helped Ding Yi that day. Song Jiaohong was greatly relieved for a while, because she would also have a backing in fairyland.

Between them, Ding Yi has come to the Youming temple.

Youzhou warehouse of Youming Xianjun is here.

If we can break this place, Ding Yi will definitely gain a lot.

However, you can see that the Youming hall is about 10 Li in radius, and the whole body is a holy artifact. Half of it goes underground, and about 100 meters deep.

It's impossible for a saint to pull him up.

The part exposed on the ground is 50 meters high. There are eight corners around it. On each corner, there is a Dragon Statue.

After Ding Yi arrived, it was obvious that the defensive array of Youming hall had been opened.

Buzzing, waves of light flow around the hall outside.

Eight statues on the corner of a sudden violent shock, wow, there are eight dragons.

These eight dragons are all real ones. They are sealed here. At this time, the defensive array opens and the eight dragons come back to life.

They roar like thunder and flow along the hall. The power of the Dragon flows out slowly, coating the whole hall with a rainbow.

When Ding Yi looked at the defensive array, he knew that the defense of the hall was very strong. The strength of the array, together with the eight dragons, was enough to match the field of ordinary immortal kings.

But no matter how strong it is, it's useless. Under my cruel sword, it's going to tear.

Ding Yi is about to sacrifice his flying sword.

"Stop, beast." Boom, thunder like roar in the distance, overwhelming.

Ding Yi looks back and Yu Bailin catches up.

Not far behind him followed a large number of Youyun camp masters, but the ye Dushen was not there.

Yu Bailin was the first to arrive.

"Commander Yu, Xianjing belongs to Youming Xianjun. Your life belongs to you. You'd better get out of the way and don't hinder me from getting rich." Ding Yi said with a smile.

"You beast, robbing Dazhou is a terrible crime. Heaven will not let you go."

"You're right. Even if you say I'm a wanted criminal, I'll be a professional wanted criminal. If the wanted criminal doesn't rob, what's the name of wanted criminal --"

"To die." Yu Bai Lin, a half step immortal, boldly moves.

Just now, Ding Yi was holding his daughter in his hand. It's not easy for him to do it casually. He will finally catch up with her and have no scruples.

You think you're invincible and you want to rob big state.

"Three swords of heaven and earth" Yu Bailin shakes and roars. Heaven and earth change color. In the dark void, suddenly a huge long sword falls from the sky.

It's an immortal.

Yu Bailin's magic weapon is the holy product of immortals.

The long sword is more than ten meters wide. When it falls from the sky, it is like a round of moon falling. The momentum of the sword waves the sky and shakes the world.

With one chop, there is almost a power to chop the universe into two.

"Commander Yu, why don't you understand? As I said, you don't deserve to fight with me." Ding Yi shakes his head faintly and sees a knife fall. When he reaches the top of his head, he gently probes his hand.

Ding Yi either doesn't move. He moves slightly. Behind him, there seems to be a huge figure rising from the ground.

His move is called "turning one's hand into a cloud", and it's also a magic fist of eternal life.

The source of creation comes from the "boundless saints" of Tongtian Shenquan.

However, Qunsheng boundless is all defensive. After Ding Yi changed, he merged into the evil hand and integrated Qunsheng boundless with the evil hand to create this "turn the hand into the cloud".

Bang, the sage like figure rises up. Ding Yi's figure seems to be several times larger. In the shadow of endless changes, a big hand covering the sky stretches out from the darkness, like the master of the heavens, the will to control everything. Bo, a long sword holding the air.

"What?" Yu Bailin almost vomited blood.

Before, Yu Bailin had already seen Ding Yi snatch the top grade immortal weapon with empty hands, but it was not so shocking as it is now.

But soon he found out that Ding Yi didn't snatch it empty handed, he used magic power.

"Do you think you are immortal king, grabbing the sword empty handed? I'll cut it. " Yu Bailin's anger was inexhaustible. He twisted his hands and burst out all kinds of immortal Qi in his body, which poured into the knife like pitching.

Brush, long knife, power surge up, a slight shock, void move, the earth with the sound, bang, Ding Yi's hand for cloud also can't hold, a shock to open.

"Ha ha ha" Yu Bailin was about to laugh, half of which he couldn't laugh.

As Ding Yi let go, he stepped forward, and the cloud wings of lightning behind his body moved like lightning, reaching him in a flash.

"Zhong" Ding Yi punched him.

It's too fast. Ding Yi's lightning cloud wings are Wang's. a flash is a thousand li. Even if it doesn't flash, it's extremely fast to fly.

Bang, Ding Yi hit him with one punch, and at the same time, he burst into the sky.

It's like he has a talisman.

But Ding Yi's fist was too powerful. He hit his body and flew backwards. He flopped and fell hundreds of meters away.

Just as he flew out, Ding Yi took another step and hit him with another punch.

Ding Yi has two fists in a row, one for man and one for knife.

Yu Bailin can't hold the knife at all. People fly.

When he fell to the ground, he was disheartened and looked very ugly.

As a half step fairy king, he was killed by Ding Yi just in two moves.