In the current situation, even if Yan Zhao severely injured the opponent and defeated this move and half of the move, the opponent would probably have the strength to pursue him.

It was a foregone conclusion that the Demon Cult and his group were wiped out.

Tan Yunsheng broke out to better send the news.

A strange spirit stone in his hand, with the surface of the spirit stone engraved with the figure of an ancient god.

He is tall, wearing two yellow snakes on his ears, and holding one yellow snake on his hands, making a running look. It is Kuafu.

Tan Yunsheng's fingers were like a knife, and he quickly carved a line of words on the surface of the spirit stone.

The handwriting is profound, but it disappears immediately. Except for the ancient god carvings, the other grounds on the surface of the spirit stone are thrown flat.

Then Tan Yunsheng held the spirit stone broken.

A flash of light flashed in the spirit stone, and then disappeared.

The broken stones quickly turned into ashes and disappeared into the air.

The young monks didn't seem to care about this.

He is more concerned about Yan Zhao's step by step hell.

However, it is not afraid of the power of rising to the fourteenth realm in that moment, but to observe and understand the changes in the artistic conception.

"Sintoudou Tuo did not learn the full divine palm, but it turned out to be like this?" He was amazed: "But his power is outstanding, but he hurts himself before he hurts others."

The young monk smiled: "This crazy and decisiveness is admirable."

Like the original demon monk Mingfa, Yan Zhao's five senses and seven orifices began to seep blood.

However, his expression was calm, and after the eighteenth step, he stood still and beat the young monk in white in front of him with one palm.

The scenes of the eighteen levels of hell are manifested with this palm, filling the world, just like hell truly descending on the world, and then they want the young monk to crush them together.

Under the oppression of the overbearing and magnificent power, the dark Buddha that condensed and manifested in the young monk's palms were all shaking.

"I am a Buddha orthodox, and there are other unique skills in addition to the divine palm." The young monk smiled and said, "It seems that there is only this palm. I am a monk who has lotus rooted in his foot and avoids it. What should you do?"

That being said, he did not move his feet, but raised his hand.

"But, I will help you and give you a move to hell step by step."
Chapter completed!