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Endless rays of light gushed out of Ye Chen's eyes. After his spiritual power was pushed to the extreme, the thunder power unleashed by the Thunder Heart Technique also shone with white light in the dark wasteland.

A real white dragon roared and rushed into the sky, and the terrifying spiritual pressure enveloped all directions.

"What kind of soul technique is this? It actually contains the power of thunder?"

Qiu Zizheng glanced sideways slightly. As a great Taoist priest of Mount Longhu who had a deep understanding of thunder, he could feel the power of thunder that filled this spiritual power.

Thunder is an extremely domineering force, how could it be able to merge with the soul?

This kind of magical power was the first time he had seen it.

Throughout the entire martial arts world, no one has ever used such a thundering method.

However, now facing the huge threat of the Demon King, Qiu Zizhen has no time to pay too much attention to Ye Chen.

Rumble!

The Heavenly Master Seal and the Thunder Heart Technique collided with the black palm print in the air one after another, erupting with astonishing power.

The huge black palm print seemed to be pierced through, and the black mist surrounding it was directly wiped out by the fairy light and the thunder of the soul, revealing the real palm of the Demon King.

Under the impact of such a huge force, the Demon King's palm paused in the air for a moment.

"The angry Vajra can subdue dragons and tigers."

Zen Master Ku Ji let out a low roar, a murderous look appeared on his face, and golden Buddha light gushed out from his body, transforming into a Vajra shadow, just like a golden cassock, enveloping Zen Master Ku Ji's body.

Ku Ji raised his right hand, golden light spread over the fist mark, and suddenly punched towards the black palm in the air.

The Vajra shadows around him attacked at the same time, and the Buddha's light filled the air, illuminating the sky.

The golden fist print, carrying a strong Buddhist aura, hit the center of the black palm directly, breaking through the black fog and burning a huge wound on the skin of the black palm.

At the same time, Cang Tiandou looked up at the black palm in the air, and all his energy and spirit were concentrated to the extreme.

The soaring fighting spirit reached the sky, and the artistic conception of the twelve creatures flashed around him. Finally, the power of these twelve artistic conceptions suddenly condensed together.

The twelve boxing techniques of Xingyiquan are truly integrated into one at this moment.

"Break it for me!"

Cang Tiandou roared and suddenly punched out. The dazzling fist print shook the nine heavens, and it soared into the sky and punched towards the black palm print.

The dazzling fist print in the air seemed to be constantly changing, sometimes like a dragon soaring into the sky, sometimes like an eagle howling at the sky, and sometimes like a giant bear shaking the earth. The twelve kinds of forms seemed to be perfectly integrated at this moment, and the terrifying fist print even ran through the entire barren land.

"The integration of the twelve forms into one? This Cang Tiandou has actually cultivated Xingyiquan to this level?"

"It is said that when Xingyiquan is practiced to the highest level, the twelve forms and intentions become one, which can shake the heavens and the earth. I never thought it was true."

The many demigods around looked at Cang Tiandou's extremely domineering punch with shock on their faces.

The punch that combines the twelve forms into one can be called the pinnacle punch among demigods.

Boom!

The violent fist directly hit the wound left by Ku Ji, tearing the black palm apart. A huge blood hole appeared on the palm, and black blood dripped from the wound.

"A mere mindless monster wants to keep us here? How ridiculous."

Jing Haoxuan let out a long roar, and endless sword light burst out from his body.

I saw dense sword energy appearing around him. From afar, the sky full of sword shadows illuminated the desolate land.

As Jing Haoxuan swung his sword, sword shadows all over the sky suddenly flew into the air, like a galaxy illuminating the entire desolate land.

Sword Qi rose into the sky like a long dragon and slammed into the wound caused by Cang Tiandou's punch.

The wound, which was already very deep, was torn apart again under the bombardment of the sword energy, and then directly pierced through.

A large amount of black blood dripped from the wound onto the ground, turning into black mist and blending into the ground.

The Demon King let out a painful roar and subconsciously withdrew his hand. He was already a little crazy, and now he became even crazier after being injured.

A large amount of black evil energy swept in from all directions, merged into his palms, and quickly healed the wounds on his hands.

When everyone saw this, their hearts sank slightly.

Obviously, in this desolate land, unless the Demon King's body is chopped into pieces directly, under so much evil spirit, the Demon King can be said to be immortal.

"go!"

Ye Chen glanced at the Demon King, growled, and called on Qin Guan and Fairy Hongzhuang to leave quickly.

With the combined strength of all of them, they could only barely injure the Demon King, and couldn't even seriously damage him.

At this moment, under the residual power of everyone's magic, the black evil spirit in front has been dispersed by the impact, and it is the best time to leave.

"Let's spread out."

Cang Tiandou's face was a little pale at this time. He glanced at the direction where Ye Chen left, and together with Fang Xiuwen, he led everyone and Ye Chen and the other two to separate themselves from each other and walked out of the wasteland.

The people from the six major sects also chose another direction and fled towards the desolate land.

For a moment, three groups of people chose three different routes and walked out of the wasteland at the same time.

"Boss, these two groups of people took different paths from us. The Demon King shouldn't come after us. After all, there are only three of us, and there is too little meat for us to eat."

Officer Qin glanced at both sides and said casually.

"Bah, don't give me a crow's mouth."

When Ye Chen heard what Qin Guan said, he felt something was wrong and subconsciously turned his head to look at the Demon King behind him.

The Demon King, whose palm was injured, exuded a strong murderous intent and looked straight at him, as if he completely ignored the other two groups of people.

“No way, there are so many people here, and you are just targeting me?” When Ye Chen saw the look in the Demon King’s eyes, he felt something was wrong.

"Long Ling must die!"

The Demon King let out an angry roar, and suddenly waved his hand, slapping Ye Chen and the other two through the air.

Qin Guan and the others felt the terrifying aura enveloping them, and their faces turned pale.

"Is this Demon King crazy? With a one-third chance, he can still choose us?"

Officer Qin couldn't help but curse, and in the desperate situation, his speed suddenly increased by three points.

"Ye Chen, did you do something to this Demon King? Your luck is too bad."

The red-made fairy gritted her teeth, seeming to want to cry but without tears.

I thought that by following Ye Chen, I would be able to comfortably reach the depths of the dragon veins.

I didn't expect to encounter such a big crisis in this desolate place.

Could it be that a man of destiny like Ye Chen would attract so much hatred?