Between the mountains, all the disciples of Wanshi Mountain looked miserable, and even worse, they had already staggered and fell.

That palm was almost as swelling as the sky, covering all the worlds and eight wildernesses. The Buddha's Dharma image was like an ancient god and Buddha in the world, and the sacred ones were extremely sacred...

But the Lion God King only punched!

Although he fell from the sky and shattered thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, he was unharmed and his breath never fell a single point.

"call!"

In the dead silence, the Lion God King looked up indifferently: "People outside the domain, methods outside the Tao! Very good, very good!"

Buzz ~

A trace of extremely subtle golden light appeared in the void. In less than a moment, the faint golden light had grown into a seven-foot body in the wind.

Kakka ~

In the void, Yang Yu shook his arm, and the severe pain was almost imprinted in the depths of his soul. Even if his body was reorganized, it would not be erased.

"Black hands, bare hands..."

Leng Ran looked at the Lion God King, and Yang Yuhuan's dispersed mind quickly gathered. The mystery of the three breaths and the moment of understanding made him feel extremely thrilled.

The eight or nine mysterious skill is worthy of the name of the holy law. In those three breaths, his magical powers actually broke through the limit of the level!

That palm really suppressed the Lion God King's "barb-handed fist"!

Unfortunately, there was only one moment, after a stalemate, it was broken into pieces...

"Will you die if you have a breath?"

At this moment, looking at the person outside the domain, the Lion God King no longer had any contempt and cold smile on his face:

"There are few people who can take one punch from a certain family to not die in ancient and modern times! You are very good, very good..."

"Amitabha!"

Deep in the void, Buddha's chants were approaching quickly, and the sound of Buddha's light and Zen singing was about to come.

"Lion King stops!"

"give up!"

Huh ~

The violent wind returned against the current, and the dust spread among the mountains. The lion god king was flew in his clothes, and the murderous intent triggered changes in the celestial phenomena.

"It's a pity, the more this is..."

The Lion God King's eyes stayed on the top of Wanshi Mountain for a moment, and sighed a long time and leaned on his long fist again:

"I want to kill you more!"

"Kill me?"

The spiritual energy rolled in, and Yang Yu's expression remained unchanged.

His body was still motionless, and there were a few golden lights rising in the wind, in the clouds, up and down the mountains, and even on the extremely distant sea of ​​stars.

Then, under everyone's gaze, the little golden light had all produced all the limbs, torso and facial features.

It's exactly what Prison Yang looks like!

At first glance, it looks like a hundred, like a thousand, like a thousand...

And its aura is almost the same!

"No need to see anyone, you want to kill me, just come!"

One person spoke, ten thousand people echoed, feeling the violent transformation in his body, Yang Yu said calmly:
Chapter completed!