The blood in his body was running rapidly, and a stream of force rose up.

On top of his head, there were twelve Dinghai Beads, Water Spirit Beads and Humane Pens.

"Tianyuan attack!"

Chu Yang activated the strongest magical power he had at present.

A body of strength gathers at the fingertips.

Three top-grade spiritual treasures turned into flowing light and also penetrated.

The index finger of the right hand was overwhelmed, and the traces were cracked, but they were stabilized by the terrible force.

A little starlight at the fingertips and clicked over.

"Can you block my power?" Houtu saw Chu Yang break free from the pressure of the air machine and activated his magical powers. He was a little surprised. He could feel the power of his fingertips and frowned slightly, "This introverted air machine actually makes me feel dangerous."

Her power is automatically enhanced.

puff……!

The fingertips pierced through the yellow light and fell on Houtu’s palm.

For a moment, both of them were beaten.

The next moment, Chu Yang exploded from his fingertips, wrists, and shoulders, forming a blood mist. He also flew backwards and fell three thousand miles away.

The right arm disappeared and the whole body was cracked.

The breath has dropped to its extreme.

However, during his breathing, his arm had recovered. His body could not withstand the backlash of the previous blow, and the cracked wound of Houtu's power had also healed.

Even the aura has returned to its peak state.

"The body of the ancestor witch is really terrifying!"

Chu Yang sighed, shook his body and came closer.

"You are very good!"

Just now, Houtu retreated more than a hundred meters.

Looking at Chu Yang who was coming, she raised her palm, and there was a wound in her palm. Although it was very shallow, blood was shed.

"That finger actually hurt my ancestor witch body. It should be the sharpness of that pen!" Hou Tu glanced at Chu Yang deeply, turned around, leaving only one sentence, "Don't forget to join the war in five hundred years!"

Chu Yang nodded silently.

He fell down the clouds, and Feng Bo came over. He took out the bet, the mother of Ganoderma lucidum.

"admire!"

Feng Bo took Xing Tian’s mountain-opening axe and shield handed over by Chu Yang, picked up his thumbs up, said something sincerely, and then left.

"Witch Clan!"

Chu Yang murmured softly and looked at the Buddha of Light.

"hey-hey!"
Chapter completed!