1847: C1847 Li tin tong acupoint

C1847 Li tin tong acupoint

"How is this possible ??" You... Yours... "Your innate combat power ?"

Dong Yecun who was continuously punched three times realized that he did not feel anything, but he realized that on his battle armor deduction system, the word "god" had disappeared.

In the deduction system mountain, there were three question marks!

In other words, even with his battle armor deductions system, he would not be able to deduce Ye Tianze's current grade.

In other words, Ye Tianze had already surpassed the rank of God Grade, and exceeded the knowledge of their Xuan Ming Clan regarding talent and combat strength!

But before he could even be surprised, he felt a tearing pain from the body, and when he felt it, he realized that the body was already beginning to dissipate.

The speed of Ye Tianze's punch had already surpassed his senses, and it took him so long to feel the pain.

"Who is the ant?" Ye Tianze glared at him coldly.

Dong Yecun's eyes were ashen. His body was ripping apart, and in front of the current Ye Tianze, he felt an incomparable despair.

Beyond the God Grade's ranking, where exactly did this fellow come from? This group of cultivator who possessed an ancient bloodline and were divided into different races, and had even gathered together, where did they come from?

He could not understand, but it was not the end. It was just the beginning, Ye Tianze's speed was more than twice as fast as before.

Just this one fold increase in speed was already faster than Dong Yecun's battle armor system. It was impossible to capture, and in the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of punches had landed on Dong Yecun's body.

Dong Yecun was immediately hammered into a ball by Ye Tianze, forming a huge ball, on this ball, it was densely covered with fist marks.

By the time Xuan Ming managed to react, Dong Yecun had already turned into a ball.

However, they all felt fear because the numerous fist imprints on the sphere had been imprinted onto it at an unknown time.

Their manager, Dong Yecun, had turned into a ball. However, under the fear of death, the Xuan Ming people who were present could no longer hold it back.

This was because in their battle armor system, there were also three question marks. The battle armor's danger assessment system had changed their battle armor from silver to a dangerous red.

The entire sky was instantly dyed red, and the bodies of the Xuan Ming Clan all flickered with red light. As expected, they also turned and ran.

Prehistoric Clan simply did not have time to stop him, because they never thought that he would win.

A Guixu Realm without any power to resist was smashed into meat patties. This was a Huntian War Body?

The reason why they did not predict the Huntian War Body before was because after they entered the Chaos World, they realized that their cultivation techniques and martial arts, as well as the treasure s, were all useless now.

Even if they were to cultivate, it would be difficult for them to display the power of their own powerful bloodline. In the Chaos World, their methods of cultivation are different, but the rules of cultivation have changed.

Therefore, they naturally felt that it was impossible for Ye Tianze to cultivate the Heaven and Earth Spell, and it was also impossible for him to cultivate the Huntian War Body anymore.

However, they did not expect that Ye Tianze's strongest move would actually be his Huntian War Body. Furthermore, his Huntian War Body actually possessed such power in the Primal Chaos.

Although the ten pairs of wing behind him didn't manifest any laws, the strength of this battle made them feel horrified.

When they finally managed to react to Ye Tianze's explosion, they realized that the Xuan Ming in the sky was actually a mass of red.

The previous crisis was gone.

"What are you waiting for? Chase after him!"

Gao Cenyun reacted the fastest, with a flash, she left the floating island and caught up.

But it was already too late, even if he chased after them, he could not kill all of the Xuan Ming Clan.

"You are so strong that I am afraid, but, as long as you let one of my clan's cultivator go, Xuan Ming Clan will inform my clan's most noble Committee of Elders of everything that happened today, when that time comes, you will wait for the endless pursuit!"1

Dong Yecun's voice sounded, but he did not die. In fact, he was already close to death.

Only, Ye Tianze's fist strength had wrapped around his flesh, and inside the spherical body, the fist strength was constantly tearing apart the water droplets within his body.

But even if it was just for a moment, he could not make Ye Tianze feel good.

Ye Tianze looked at him, then looked off into the distance and raised his hand: "Could it be that you still don't know who I am?"

"You are not Gao Sheng, you are Wu Tian, you are ? That Ye Wuque! " Dong Yecun had already guessed it, but he just did not expect that Ye Tianze could actually grow so fast.

"I'm still White Night!" Ye Tianze smiled.

"You ?" Dong Yecun did not dare believe it, "The Holy Son of the Divine Inscription Hall ? White Night! "

When he released his mind, he looked around him and noticed that the array pattern they had laid down had started to activate. Afterwards, all of the Xuan Ming Clan cultivator s were stopped by the array pattern.

Dong Yecun had given up all hope. He suddenly remembered that moment when he laid down the formation, it had trembled for an instant. He suddenly understood why.

He came here to destroy the Prehistoric Clan, but Ye Tianze was actually trapping him, waiting for them to lay the formation down and borrow their own.

Dong Yecun refused to believe that his clan, which was an expert in calculation, would be tricked by a Human Clan no matter what.

"You can't escape my clan's pursuit ?" Dong Yecun said.

"I forgot to tell you, my real name is Ye Tianze!" Ye Tianze interrupted him, "It's that Ye Tianze who was chased by you all to Land of Chaos."

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After Dong Yecun who was hammered into a ball heard this, his entire body shivered, and then collapsed. If he could leave behind a complete corpse, he would have died with grievance.

But Ye Tianze did not let him die completely, only keeping a drop of water in his hand and walking towards the big array. The array did not have any attacking effects, all the Xuan Ming Tribes and Prehistoric Clan were trapped in the sky above the floating island, unable to escape.

At this moment, the Prehistoric Clan had finally begun to truly interact with the Xuan Ming Clan. But even so, the Prehistoric Clan was still at an absolute disadvantage.

Their advantage in numbers did not make up for the huge gap in strength between them and the Xuan Ming Clan.

But when the Xuan Ming Clan found out that his big formation had turned into a prison, although they were afraid, they started to fight to the death.

This caused the Prehistoric Clan to suffer, they never thought that in such a desperate situation, the Xuan Ming Clan would still have such strength.

However, the moment Ye Tianze appeared, the Xuan Ming Tribesmen immediately lost their will to resist. Their reddened battle armor told them that they did not even have the right to resist in front of him.

But Ye Tianze did not do anything, he opened up the universe in his body, releasing the deceased in his body, and rushed towards Xuan Ming.

The deceased was not afraid of death, their fighting strength was not any weaker than the living beings of the Prehistoric Clan, and their appearance made the Xuan Ming Clan completely fall apart.

"deceased... The aura of death! "

That drop of water between Ye Tianze's fingers, emitted a trembling voice.

Even though Ye Tianze was so powerful, Dong Yecun had never felt despair. It was because he knew that the Xuan Ming Clan in this place was not even the tip of the iceberg.

If Xuan Ming used all his power, even if Ye Tianze was strong, crushing him would be as easy as crushing an ant to death.

However, when he felt this death and saw those countless deceased, he truly despaired, because this was a power that all civilizations in the Primal Chaos Dimension feared.

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