My brother is so cunning.

In just a moment of loss of consciousness, the double whips had already hit Yuan Hong's head. Before he could think about the strange appearance transformed by the opponent's martial arts will, he fell to the ground like a falling star.

This blow knocked him a hundred meters deep into the rock formation of the deserted planet. Even though he had a super strong body, he was still spinning and dizzy.

However, Yuan Hong was not injured. The technique he relied on to achieve enlightenment had the same origin as the Erlang God Yang Jian, and it was the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique that directly pointed to the path to becoming a saint in the physical body and immortalizing it forever.

Yuan Hong's level of eighty-nine mystical skills is on par with Yang Jian's. Five hundred years ago, Wen Zhong's golden whip from a dragon struck Yang Jian's top door, but it only emitted golden light and did not cause any damage.

Wen Rui's copycat version of the dragon's silver whip could barely exert 70% of the wind and thunder power of the genuine dragon's double whip, and naturally it could not hurt Yuan Hong.

However, it's not very harmful, but it's not very insulting.

Just after uttering harsh words, he fell into dust and was smashed into the ground the next moment. He completely lost his move. How could Yuan Hong swallow this breath and break through the earth at a faster speed and rush into the sky.

He must regain his position on the spot, and he must defeat Wen Rui in one move before he gives up.

Yuan Hong rushed out of the ground and immediately looked for Wen Rui's figure. He broke through the rising smoke and dust, and was surprised to see a red sun.

The sun is high in the sky, and the setting sun is like blood.

Before being smashed into the ground, there was still a bright starry sky, but when he returned to the ground, the sun rose inexplicably and hung high above his head.

There was no sky in the star realm where Dou Mansion was located, and Yuan Hong immediately realized that he was once again affected by the opponent's martial arts will and fell into a fantasy for a short time.

Yuan Hong was about to concentrate on resisting the impact of his thoughts, but he saw that the red sun continued to expand, getting bigger and bigger, covering the starry sky, wrapping the planet, and swallowing the world in the blink of an eye.

The desolate planet ushered in a blazing solar storm. Everything burned in the high temperature. The ground turned into a sea of ​​flowing lava. The sea of ​​lava and fire boiled, vaporized, and evaporated, and everything burned in the white light.

Yuan Hong's will to fight against the sky and the earth was shaken at this moment. Compared with such a natural disaster, the thunderstorm is really just a simple test for a primitive novice who has just entered the civilized game to kill a chicken.

How can sentient beings resist such natural disasters?

Even if the ape holding the stick has unlimited lofty ideals, what other choice does he have but to wait for death?

If you want to avoid such a disaster, you can only use your supreme power to move the ancient land thousands of miles, wandering in the infinite void universe, looking for the next sun.

How could this be something that ordinary beings could do?

Is it possible that the power of God has revealed its ferocious true face, and all mortal beings can only kneel on the ground, praying to gods for salvation, and praying for God's forgiveness?

So what's the point of the ape-man picking up a stick?

How to fight between heaven and earth? How to fight?

A series of questions shook Yuan Hong's will. When he was shaken, he was whipped hard on the head. His body was whipped and spun at high speed like a top. His footing in the clouds became unstable and he fell to the ground again.

The body that rotated at high speed bounced continuously on the ground like water, smashing into countless rocky mountains and carving out a crooked ravine and canyon on the surface of the desolate planet before it released its force and stopped at the bottom of the valley.

Similarly, this time Yuan Hong was still unscathed, but he looked even more embarrassed. His white fur was stained with dust, making him look like a gray-haired monkey.

The team members who were watching the battle were stunned when they saw Wen Rui perform two mysterious whip moves. They had never seen such martial arts before.

The martial arts will that bloomed at the moment when the move was launched contained an aura of terror that could destroy the world, crush everything, and be unstoppable. It was as if the Dao of Heaven was inhabiting Wen Rui at that moment, intending to exterminate all sentient beings through his hands.

The brilliant power of heaven exuded was more oppressive than when his father Wen Zhong chopped down the thunder from the sky.

When the thunder comes, all living beings still have a glimmer of hope. Faced with the strange black ball and the expanding sun, all living beings can only die once, and there will be no life in ten!

The illusion of the sun dissipated, and Wen Rui hung in the air, squinting his eyes and overlooking the surface of the planet that was smashed into a mess by Yuan Hong, and said calmly: "The wind and thunder whip technique passed down by my family has ten styles, and they are all turbulent and catastrophic. Yun Dangtou, wind and thunder slaying the dragon, violent thunder shaking the sky, thunder blasting the five mountains... these are some of the so-called outdated moves."

He shook the silver whip in his hand: "In my spare time, I upgraded and modernized this outdated whip technique. The ones you won just now were the twelfth 'Black Hole Surface' and the eleventh 'Solar Expansion' , Mr. Ape, who wants to fight with a broken stick, how do you deal with it? "

Yuan Hong climbed up from the pile of rubble. His monkey body shook, and all the dust fell from his body. However, his expression looked very depressed. Even a monkey hair fell out of his body, but his soul was hit hard.

It was difficult for him to understand the opponent's moves, let alone decipher them.

That is to say, Wen Rui's pair of silver whips were not of high grade. If they were a pair of treasure-level immortal weapons that could break the golden body of Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills, Yuan Hong would have died twice already, and both times he did not know how he died. .

Even though he was named the Fourth Wasted Star King and was exiled to Doufu Evil Star Palace for more than five hundred years under disguised house arrest, he was never as depressed as he was now.

Being defeated by someone in the area where he was most confident shattered his last fantasy of masturbation, and instead confirmed that he was a real loser.

"Isn't the captain too strong?"

Qingniu Jing couldn't help but blurt out: "He is obviously just a mortal who has become a god through meritorious deeds. In terms of strength, such gods who are lucky enough to be promoted should obviously be at the bottom of the heaven, which is better than the immortals who have just ascended to the mortal world."

Qingniu's realm is not low. In terms of accumulated Taoism, he is the highest in the field, so he can naturally see through the realm of others at a glance.

The reason why Qingniu joined the team happily before was that he understood the ways of the world and respected Wen Rui's identity. In addition, his master Laojun actually acquiesced to his disrespect and looked up to him.

He wanted to use Wen Rui's status and position to change the situation of the high-level cattle and horses in the eternal life, and seek the great opportunity to change his fate.

Now seeing is believing, and seeing the two whip techniques that defeated Yuan Hong with his own eyes, Qingniu couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

The martial arts artistic conception displayed by those two moves was extremely bizarre, incredible, and difficult to understand, but it was by no means a dreamlike shadow, and it seemed to be a real manifestation of a fragment of the Heavenly Dao.

Princess Longji had seen Wen Rui fight against the Demon King Peng, and had a certain understanding of his outstanding martial arts, but this time he refreshed Longji's impression of him.

It turns out that guy has a trick up his sleeve. He has never tried his best. The seemingly despicable battle with me and the big battle with Peng Demon King were all child's play, just dealing with them casually.

I think that when he used a dirty trick to hold me in his arms and put me into the dangerous killing array, he didn't regard me as an opponent at all and disdained to attack me head-on.

He used the silver hoop to fight Peng Demon King in order to better disguise himself as the Yu Monkey King who was good at using sticks. He only used non-main weapons to beat Peng Demon King.

How many things did he hide?

Where is his limit?

Long Ji thought so, and felt bitter for no reason. Why did Yue Lao tie a bad line for him back then?

Even if he had to sacrifice her lifelong happiness to instigate a strong enemy, why didn't he choose a peerless talent who was both civil and military, but chose a mediocre and boring Jiejiao traitor who forgot his loyalty for beauty?

Now that time has passed, what is missed is missed forever. The more I think about it, the more sad I feel.