Chapter 1587： Statue of Light

"boom!!"

The whole cave burst directly.

The smoke and dust filled the air, and the barren divine seal was crushed out of thin air, tearing the earth apart and penetrating all directions.

But at this time, Ling Xiao's face did not see any fluctuations, his body was covered in dense lines, and he punched out.

In this regard, Wu Yue was not surprised at all, and there was even a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

The desolate aura in this divine seal is enough to kill any holy realm.

Moreover, that kind of power is unstoppable at all, whether it is spiritual power, blood power or soul power, once it is touched, it will wither immediately.

At this moment, Wu Yue looked at Ling Xiao as if he was looking at a...dead person.

"boom!!"

In the end, the divine seal was crushed and the desolation overflowed.

And Ling Xiao's figure was directly shrouded and suppressed, and disappeared completely.

"Out of control."

Wu Yue snorted coldly, looked down at the injury on his chest, and let out a long howl.

The feeling of invincibility is really wonderful.

Can! !

At this moment, in the void, there was another buzzing sound.

I saw a figure in black walking slowly in the deserted place, with a calm expression and crystal clear hair, as if... it was not hurt at all!

"How... how is it possible?"

For a moment, Wu Yue's expression completely froze.

This desolate rune, but in the mouth of the ancestors, really killed Jiutian.

But, how come... unscathed?

"I do not believe!!!"

Wu Yue clenched his teeth fiercely, and his Taoist heart was almost broken.

I saw that in the center of his eyebrows, the divine pattern bloomed again with profound brilliance.

The difference from before is that this time, what is rushing is not just the power of desolation, but also an extremely violent power.

The inheritance of Tianwu Temple is the source of power.

Unstoppable divine power, shattering the heavens and killing all spirits.

Vast blood gushed out from the Wuyue Tianling cover.

An indescribable slaughtering trend directly crushed a hundred miles of void into powder.

Thousands of paths chanted together, and countless space cracks ran through the sky from Wuyue's back.

At this moment, Wu Yue had the attitude of a contemporary evildoer.

At this time, he was very clear in his heart that in this battle, either Ling Xiao died or he died.

There is no way out, and all the wildness is instantly stimulated! !

The fist prints covering the world poured out, covering the whole world.

Even under each fist mark, there is a surging desolate atmosphere.

The fusion of the two, I am afraid that even the peak of the holy realm, it will be difficult to compete with it.

Can! !

What frightened Wu Yue was that no matter how hard he exerted his strength, he couldn't touch a corner of Ling Xiao's clothes at all.

He clearly didn't move, and just stood there, but Wu Yue's fist mark seemed to fall on nothingness and never hurt him at all.

The Dao of Nothingness, the Dao of Devouring, and the Dao of Time are displayed together. With a person of the fourth rank of the Holy Realm, how can he compete with Ling Xiao?

What's more, the source of his power is not his own comprehension, but just inheriting a divine rune.

External force, always just external force, no threat.

"Impossible!! I don't believe it!!"

Gradually, Wu Yue's face became pale and hideous, and Ling Xiao's ears kept ringing with system prompts.

Obviously, after playing a series of trump cards, the little martial master finally found that the gap between him and Ling Xiao was simply insurmountable.

"If this is your strength, then you can die now."

Ling Xiao said indifferently, seeing that the luck on Wu Yue's body had weakened to the number of ten thousand, and immediately without hesitation, his palm suddenly stuck out.

I saw that the immortal war spear suddenly bloomed with profound brilliance, overflowing with the war situation, and swept away.

Time stagnated, and the magic-gold-like spear suddenly stabbed out, directly piercing Wu Yue's body.

What Heavenly Martial Saint Physique, the source of power, has no resistance at all in front of such a divine treasure that far exceeds the supreme weapon.

even! !

At this time, Wu Yue had a vague illusion that from the beginning, Ling Xiao seemed to have the strength to kill him.

"boom!!"

Above the spear, blue flames swept through.

Before Wu Yue could struggle, he was completely wiped out by that power and burned to ashes.

Contemporary Martial Lord, die! !

"Dip! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Son of Destiny. The plundering luck is worth 14,000 points, and the villain is worth 140,000 points."

"Drip! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Son of Destiny and getting an additional reward: the Holy Body of Tianwu."

"Dip! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Son of Destiny and getting an additional reward: the source of power."

"Drip! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Son of Destiny and getting an additional reward: the Law of Desolation."

"Dip! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Son of Destiny. If you get the Tao, you will have a chance to complete it."

"The barren way is complete."

Ling Xiao looked indifferent, stretched out his hand to take the talisman that fell from Wuyue's ashes, his eyes were extremely deep.

Originally, he also hoped to find the body of the Lord of Desolation and make it into a puppet.

In this way, the combat power in his hands will be several times stronger.

But now it seems that under the erosion of endless years, he is as strong as the devil, and it has also turned into ashes.

As Ling Xiao's thoughts moved, a ray of soul light overflowed, wrapped the rune, and dragged it into the sea of ​​souls.

"Om!!"

Suddenly, Ling Xiao's soul sea was surging.

I saw that on the ancestral talisman of the very beginning, the magic swept over, and darkness descended, directly covering the barren talisman, suppressing it, and slowly merging.

At this time, Ling Xiao also had some guesses that these runes contained the real power of the source.

Just based on the cultivation realm of Wu Yue and others, even if this talisman is integrated, they only understand the Dao, and do not touch the original law.

But unfortunately, the Taichu Ancestor Talisman was originally a treasure associated with heaven and demons, and it had the power to suppress and integrate all Taos.

And once these talismans fall into Lingxiao's soul sea, they will become sacrifices of ancestral talismans and will be fused by them.

Correspondingly, this kind of power will also become the power of the Taichu Ancestor Talisman.

Time passed, and it was already three days in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, Ling Xiao sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and did not leave Da Yuan.

At a certain moment, when his eyes suddenly opened, a force of desolation suddenly swept all directions and swept across the sky.

Even Luoyang above the Great Abyss had a pale face on his pretty face.

At this moment, she could feel that at the bottom of the abyss, there seemed to be a great desolate demon... slowly waking up.

"boom!!"

At this moment, in the north of the forbidden area, suddenly there was a divine light floating in the sky, running through the sky.

From a distance, the divine brilliance is like a scorching sun, blooming with golden colors, which is out of tune with this magic land.

Luoyang's eyes narrowed slightly, even if he was thousands of miles away, his heart was still trembling, and his soul was almost broken.

"Buzz!"

Under the great abyss, Ling Xiao frowned slightly and looked up at the void above his head.

At this moment, he could see that the originally dark world suddenly became brighter.

Such a **** statue also indicates that another creation will appear in the world.

"Abandoning the divine way?"

The corners of Ling Xiao's mouth raised a trace of coldness, turned his head to glance at the white-boned skeleton, hesitated slightly, and finally disappeared in place.

This dark forbidden place is full of skeletons.

But, if it was Grandpa's corpse, he couldn't have been unaware.

Now it seems that perhaps the real battlefield was not here, but the place where the light fell! !