Xiao Hengru fell from a mountain of demons, and his feet firmly stepped on the chest of the thousand-year-old ancient corpse.

Click!

This is the sound of a broken bone.

Although the sternum of the thousand-year-old corpse was trampled, his body was still not broken, which shows its toughness.

In the human-shaped pit, he pushed his palms upwards, making a wave of overwhelming force, and with a bang, he pushed Xiao Heng into the air. Then he slapped the ground with both palms, rebounded upwards, and slapped Xiao Heng's heart with one palm.

Xiao Heng's right hand suddenly turned into a bull, and used tens of strength to hit the palm of the thousand-year-old ancient corpse.

laugh!

The sharp horns penetrated through the palm of the thousand-year-old corpse, and blood flowers bloomed in the void.

"The god of corpse is transformed!"

The thousand-year-old ancient corpse shouted coldly, burned the power of the soul, used the secret technique of the corpse-driving corpse, and transformed a dead corpse. He and the dead corpse surrounded Xiao Heng in the middle, and carried out a fierce killing move.

"How many people are created and how many people are killed!"

Xiao Heng said with a murderous look on his face, using the fourth stance of the six styles of Shaking the Sky: Moving the Sky!

The six styles of the Heaven Shaking Heaven are stronger than the one style. His realm was lower before and he could not exert the power that the fourth style of the Heavenly Movement is supposed to have, so he never used the fourth style.

Now that his realm has improved, he can finally exert the power of the fourth stance ten thousand.

His hands drew complex and difficult-to-understand tracks, sometimes gentle, sometimes strong, and pushing forward.

Suddenly, the essence of heaven and earth flowed in all directions, blessing his hands, causing his arms to emit colorful precious light.

At the same time, in the dark, there was a mysterious force of the great way condensed into his palms, making everyone tremble.

"What kind of magical power is he using? Why is it so strange?"

"I can clearly sense that a force of the great way flows by. Who is he? How can he hook the power of the great way?"

"It's so weird that he can actually hook the power of the Great Dao, which is hard to believe!"

Everyone in the ring was stunned, even Gongsun tried and masters of the level of Jiuji Daozun.

Because even masters of their level cannot hinder the power of the Great Dao. Xiao Heng is just a junior, and his dantian is broken, but he can hinder the power of the Great Dao, which is simply unimaginable.

Of course, Xiao Heng's power of the Great Dao was very weak, and it was almost non-existent, but even so, it was enough to shock the world.

Bang!

Xiao Heng pushed his hands on the body of the dead body, and the dead body exploded on the spot, turning into light spots and scattered everywhere.

"ah……"

The thousand-year-old corpse made Zhang Daoren's shrill scream, and his eyes became dissipated in an instant. The dead corpse was transformed by the power of his soul. The dead corpse was destroyed and his soul was also seriously damaged.

"Are there any tricks? Keep using them!" Xiao Heng stared at the thousand-year-old corpse with his hands on his back, feeling aura of indifference to everything and looking down on all directions.

"you……"

Zhang Daoren's voice was full of fear. He even destroyed his body. He entered the thousand-year-old ancient corpse and used the secret technique of the corpse-driven sect. He was still no match for Xiao Heng. It would be strange if he was not afraid.

"If there are no tricks, then it's over."

Xiao Heng's voice fell, and with a whoosh, the figure reached the front of the thousand-year-old ancient corpse, and then used the fourth move of the six styles of the sky, and pushed his palms to the chest of the thousand-year-old ancient corpse.

Bang!

The thousand-year-old corpse flew backwards, with more than a dozen cracks in his chest, all internal organs shattered, and blood gushed out.

Xiao Heng continued to bully himself, grabbed the right arm of the Thousand-year-old ancient corpse with one hand, pulled it hard and clicked it, tearing off the entire arm. Then he kicked it up and kicked it to the crotch of the Thousand-year-old ancient corpse, kicking it into the air.

"ah……"

The thousand-year-old corpse fell to the ground, howling and rolling on the ground, and smoke and dust floated up with the wind.

"Don't you want to kill me? Come on!"

Xiao Heng was determined to kill and flew to the next to the thousand-year-old ancient corpse. He was about to punch his head and destroy Zhang Daoren's soul.

The thousand-year-old ancient corpse begged for mercy and said, "Don't beat it anymore, I admit defeat, I admit defeat, don't beat it anymore..."

Xiao Heng hesitated for a moment, but he didn't continue to hit him. It was either he was kind-hearted and ruthless, he was never ruthless to the enemy, or he was cruel to himself.

He did not destroy Zhang Daoren's soul because the rules of the game were like this. Once one side admits defeat and surrenders, the other side cannot take action.

However, even if he did not destroy Zhang Daoren's soul, Zhang Daoren was almost useless because he had already destroyed his body. The thousand-year-old ancient corpse and his soul were not very compatible, and his soul could not live in the thousand-year-old ancient corpse for a long time.

It can be said that if he cannot take over the body of his body, his soul will live a more desolate life than a wandering ghost and will not be able to make any progress.

"In this round of competition, Xiao Heng from Tianyang Gate won."

The Ghost Lord announced the result of the competition with a dark face, and Xiao Heng's victory made him very upset.

"Xiao Heng finally won!" Fatty Fang jumped up with joy.

All the people from Tianyang Gate, except Zhang Bailin, Gao Xingyuan, He Shengquan and others, showed joy.

Before Xiao Heng came on the field, several forces were sarcastic about Tianyang Sect. Now Xiao Heng finally fought for Tianyang Sect.

"Xiao Heng, you didn't disappoint me, but also let me see hope." Gongsun Changsong cast a complimentary look at Xiao Heng and smiled and said, "If we get control of the spirit mine, the sect will praise you and reward you. In the next round of the competition, you will perform well."

"Thank you, Master Abbot, I will do my best." Xiao Heng said.

In fact, he did not participate in the competition for rewards, but just wanted Tianyang Sect to do his part and fight for a breath. After all, he was also a disciple of Tianyang Sect. Moreover, Gongsun Changsong was also very nice to him. If he had not had the recipe given to him by Gongsun Changsong, he would have been infected with the poison of insects last time and could not detoxify, and he would not have been today.

Of course, if there is a reward, it would be even better.

"Continue the game, who will come up in this round of game?"

The Ghost Lord stood beside the ring, glanced at the corner of the circle, and continued, "Hurry up and don't be too slow."

Liu Xiaoliu of the corpse-driven sect smiled and said, "I'll do it."

After saying that, he jumped onto the ring, giggling silly, showing his yellow teeth, and looking silly. However, no one dared to underestimate him, because everyone had seen his abilities.

"Don't hurry up and let the Netherworld Gate go first." Gongsun Changsong looked at Xiao Heng and He Shengquan and said solemnly: "The Netherworld Gate won three consecutive games, but we only won two games. If we lose again, it will be very unfavorable to us."

Xiao Heng and He Shengquan nodded at the same time.

"Liu Xiaoliu, I'll fight you."

A burly young man flew out from the Netherworld Gate and landed on the ring. With a loud bang, the earth shook a few times.

"Brother Lu Xiaochen, we were allies, and I hope our subordinates will show mercy." Liu Xiaoliu clasped his fists and still smiled foolishly.
Chapter completed!