"Display it for me!"

The old man urged Emperor Wu to the extreme.

In an instant.

A powerful force burst out.

Emperor Wu, the power of Dharma appearance!

This person's Dharma image is a vast ocean. When the waves roll, it becomes stormy waves, transforming into the power of the sky, pressing down on the fog insects.

The moment they contacted, the fogworms fell to the ground in pieces.

The Holy Son showed joy on his face. He wanted to go out, but found that the fog insects were just shaking their wings and flew up again, and it seemed that nothing was wrong.

"This...what's going on?!"

The face of the Holy Son changed.

Before he could react, he seemed to be angry, and the overwhelming fog worm rolled towards him!

The number is so large that it has reached the point where it covers the sky and the sun!

"I understand. This is a corpse worm, an extremely distant ancient worm. It only exists in the ancient battlefield and is extremely difficult to kill!"

The powerful Martial Emperor suddenly spoke with a hint of fear in his eyes.

There are wolves in front and tigers behind, and today they may not be able to escape with their wings!

"Corpse worm?"

The Holy Son seemed to think of something, his face kept changing.

Immediately, he made a decision to take out a jade pendant from his arms.

"Son of the Holy Son, take me away!"

When the old man saw the Holy Son take out his jade pendant, he seemed to recognize the calendar and rushed over.

But the Holy Son ignored his request for help and directly crushed the jade pendant.

The jade pendant turned into a white light and merged into his body.

The fog worm immediately dissipated, as if afraid of the white light.

The next moment, the white light wrapped around the Holy Son, turned into a beam of light, and rushed out of the valley.

"Son of the Holy Son!"

The old man yelled, his face full of resentment and resentment.

Countless fogs rushed over, gnawing at his body and soul.

Even though the old man fought desperately, the fog was boundless, and soon he was submerged in the sea of ​​insects and disappeared.

The outcome is obvious.

The Holy Son rushed out of the valley without looking back, and then he gasped.

Looking back, there were fogs everywhere, and where could anyone see any figures?

He couldn't help but feel fortunate that he had the protective jade pendant given by the Holy Lord and the power of the saint to protect him, otherwise he would be in trouble today.

Corpse insects are not ordinary strange insects, but are a kind of group insects living in ancient battlefields. They devour people's flesh and blood, and swallow people's souls. The most terrifying number is extremely large and incalculable.

It is difficult to completely extinction, so you can use holy power to suppress it.

But the holy power will eventually be exhausted.

If the holy power is exhausted, even the saints are in danger.

The Holy Son can escape safely, and there is also a component of luck in it.

"Holy Tower!"

The Holy Son noticed the aura of the Holy Tower as soon as he came out.

In the sky!

But what he didn't expect was that the aura of the Holy Tower was at least half weaker than before.

"That's it?!"

The Holy Son looked at the phantom transformed from the small tower.

"Is it possible that I can actually suppress the holy tower, is it also a holy weapon?"

The Holy Son was very shocked.

Holy tools, very few.

I'm afraid there are not many people in the entire Dongzhou who can compete with the Tianshu Holy Tower.

"It's devouring the Holy Tower?"

The Holy Son soon discovered that something was wrong.

The aura of the Holy Tower is getting weaker and weaker, but the opposite side is getting stronger and stronger.

"No, you can't sit still!"

The Holy Son silently recited the Dharma that activated the Holy Tower.

Suddenly, the energy of the Holy Tower became more and more powerful.

"Boss, come and help me!"

Zhan Wuque heard Xiaota's anxious cry for help from his heart.

"Didn't you say you can easily settle it?"

Zhan Wuque shook his head helplessly.

This is too unreliable, he still has to take action.

"How can I help you?"

"Boss, interrupt the guy who casts the spell!"

"good!"

Zhan Wuque took action immediately.

Of course, before taking action, he wrapped his whole body in a black robe, only revealing his eyes.

Now, he doesn't want to reveal his identity.

On the other hand, when the Holy Son saw that the action was effective, he immediately accelerated the urging speed.

Suddenly, he noticed someone approaching him at a very fast speed.

"Early stage of Wuling?"

The Holy Son realized the coming person's cultivation level, and a hint of sarcasm suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It should be related to the mastermind behind the scenes when trying to stop me!"

"I guess you should be from other holy places!"

"However, a little Wu Ling dares to attack this saint son in the early stage. Who will give you the courage!"

Although the Holy Son is also a martial spirit, he has reached the advanced level of martial spirit. Moreover, the martial arts and skills he practiced and the Taoist foundation he has polished over the years are not something that ordinary warriors can imagine.

Among the same level, I think that except for a limited number of people, the rest of them are not their opponents.

Not to mention, the person who came has a few small realms lower than his own.

So the Holy Son just slapped his palm at will, and the power of heaven and earth surged wildly, immediately turning into a black unicorn and rushing towards Zhan Wuque.

This is a secret technique, named Qilin Palm. It has been passed down from ancient times and is of great power. In the Tianshu Holy Land, only a few people are qualified to practice.

"snort!"

Zhan Wuque noticed the contempt of the Holy Son, and immediately snorted coldly in his heart and punched out!

The black unicorn was bombarded on the spot!

"Um?"

The Holy Son finally began to look at him.

"Physical practice?"

The Holy Son saw that Zhan Wuque only used pure physical strength, so he mistakenly thought that he was a physical cultivation.

Even so, he didn't take it to heart and slapped it out again.

It’s still the Qilin Palm, but this time, ten Qilins roared out!

But Zhan Wuque responded with one punch.

One punch, ten unicorn explosions!

The face of the Holy Son changed.
To be continued...