Ancient Devouring Technique

Chapter 729: The Power of Space and Time Appears

Ye Xuan is determined to get rid of Ying Zetian. If he allows Ying Zetian to continue living, he will not only harm the world but also pose a huge threat to those around him.

A pillar of lightning as thick as a bucket slammed down towards the black-robed saint's corpse.

While unleashing the Sky Burial Thunder, Ye Xuan let out a light shout and suddenly grabbed with both hands in front of him. The entire space inside the Taihuang Tower solidified instantly, directly binding the black-robed holy corpse.

In a breath, the beam of lightning hit the black-robed holy corpse in mid-air. A white light appeared, followed by a violent explosion.

The powerful thunder turned into an endless energy explosion, and the dazzling golden light turned into a semicircular thunder pool, submerging the holy corpse controlled by Ying Zetian.

Holy power is much more advanced than elemental power, and can be used naturally in the Brahma combat body mode, greatly increasing the power of various martial arts and soul skills.

Ye Xuan's eyes were half open and half closed, and the spiritual power of the semi-saint stretched out to observe the situation at the center of the explosion. The power of the Brahma battle body and the semi-saint's sky burial was so powerful that it could stand its ground even among the saint-level martial arts.

When the aftermath of the explosion gradually passed, the situation at the center gradually became clear, and the first thing that caught the eye was the golden light shield.

A gap opened in the light shield, revealing the face of the black-robed holy corpse. He looked at Ye Xuan coldly. The light shield gradually shrank and finally sank into his body.

"It's not that easy to deal with."

Ye Xuan said in his heart, but at this moment the other party's figure suddenly disappeared, and the sound of breaking air came from behind.

Without even turning his head, Ye Xuan activated the law of space. The space was infinitely stretched and twisted strangely. A ray of light passed directly past his body, and the void in front was instantly pierced by this ray of light.

"Thor's Strike!"

He turned around suddenly, and his left arm had transformed into countless thorny thunder fists. With the blessing of the holy power of the Brahma combat body, the thunder fists grew at an unimaginable speed and hit Ying Zetian's black-robed holy corpse directly.

Although the Thundergod's Strike has not reached the level of a holy technique, when mixed with the Sky Burial Thunder used by Ye Xuan, it has a strong killing power against this kind of demon corpse.

Ying Zetian's reaction was extremely quick. The holy corpse lowered its head quickly, and the Thunder Fist almost passed by his hair.

"In this space, his spatial martial arts are more smooth. He just dodged my attack by twisting the space. How about using the holy corpse for close combat?"

At the moment of lowering his head, Ying Zetian said secretly in his heart, and the next moment the black-robed holy corpse kicked his feet, and the whole person rushed towards Ye Xuan like a cannonball, and his hands continuously hit out, and the holy power covered his palms, directly sealing the acupuncture points around Ye Xuan.

Although Ying Zetian can control this black-robed holy corpse, as Ye Xuan said, Ying Zetian's own martial arts is not very high, he is only at the Martial Emperor level. He is not good at using holy techniques to control the holy corpse. He prefers to use the holy corpse's physical body to crush it.

However, all this was useless. In the spatial home field of Taihuang Tower, Ye Xuan's spatial skills were brought into full play. All attacks passed through Ye Xuan's body without exception.

Ying Zetian's pupils suddenly contracted, because Ye Xuan's counterattack had reached him, and the Brahma battle body attacked his abdomen directly.

“Holy Palm!”

At the critical moment, the holy power in the holy corpse's palm exploded with all his strength. With the impact of the palm, his body instantly retreated.

"Naive!" With a light snort, Ye Xuan showed a hint of sneer on the corner of his mouth. Under the distortion of space, the space was instantly infinitely close. The whole person had appeared in front of Ying Zetian, and the Brahma sword slashed down directly.

There was no way out. Ye Xuan's ability to teleport was sealed by the damn god of death in the underworld. He could only choose to shorten the space, just like shrinking the earth into an inch, greatly increasing his speed.

'puff! '

Under the Brahma sword, the black-robed holy corpse's body directly turned into a puff of golden gas.

"Afterimage? When?"

Ye Xuan was shocked that the other party could hide from his perception.

"Now, die!"

With a loud bang, the figure of the holy corpse controlled by Ying Zetian appeared behind Ye Xuan, and the holy power condensed into a substance rushed into the sky. The seals of his hands had been completed, and the phantom of a big sun emerged from behind him.

The scorching golden flame rose up instantly, and when the flame fell, the space suddenly made a hissing sound. The void seemed to melt under the flame. The flame of the sun erupted violently and rushed straight into the sky. The temperature of the space was infinitely raised.

Endless golden flames burned. Although the space was affected, most of the power was concentrated at one point. Compared with those sacred arts that could easily cause the sky to collapse and the earth to split, this flame that was limited to a certain area was undoubtedly more terrifying because its power was more concentrated.

"Die!"

With a loud bang, Ying Zetian controlled the Holy Corpse and punched out with both fists. In just a short moment, no one knew how many punches he had thrown. Suddenly, countless fist marks condensed with golden fire appeared in the air and hit Ye Xuan like rain. Each small fist mark was like a miniature sun.

Bang bang bang!
Fists fell like rain from the sun, hitting Ye Xuan almost in no particular order, and each fist seemed to condense the terrifying and explosive power of a saint. Once all of them exploded, the entire space might be shattered.

Even though the holy energy had not yet exploded, the high temperature at this time was also superimposed, and the void directly ignited. The position where Ye Xuan stood was surrounded by golden flames. The high temperature alone was enough to burn a warrior into ashes.

"Break!" With the last loud shout, he clasped his hands together, golden flames flowed, and he swung his hands violently. The shadow of the sun behind him also "smashed" out, and the area within dozens of feet was filled with flames.

"This guy has some skills, and he's not a complete lunatic." It sounds complicated, but actually everything happened in an instant. Ye Xuan's eyes were slightly dim, his pupils were cold, and the demon clan's Galao pupil soul appeared, and his soul power soared into the sky.

"Garoma!"

Pitch-black flames shot up into the sky. Even in the Brahma combat body, Ye Xuan actually directly displayed another state.

Ye Xuan did not choose to use space distortion to dodge. The opponent's movements were very fast, leaving him almost no time. Under such a powerful attack that could affect space, it was not safe to use it rashly.

After all these years of life-and-death battles, Ye Xuan now does not have absolute confidence in any one martial art.

The Brahma battle body was not removed, and it appeared at the same time as the Garo demon body. At this moment, the phantom of the sun had arrived before their eyes.

Ye Xuan's pupils suddenly focused. The power of this move was beyond his imagination.

His body was pushed backwards, and the sun came into contact with the Garo Demon Flame on his hands, and a hissing sound continued to be heard.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the demonic pupils in Ye Xuan's eyes suddenly burst out with powerful demonic light, and terrifying destructive magic power emanated from them.

Another hand drew out a long sword, which was a sword of pitch-black flames. It slashed directly at the phantom of the sun in front of it. The cold magic power flowed through the sword and instantly slashed the phantom of the sun.

Two earth-shaking forces collided with each other, the power of the semi-saint level demons and the power of the saints clashed head-on, an indescribable light erupted from the center and intensified.

Ying Zetian looked at this scene and whispered, "This kind of power is very strange. If this is the case, I will try harder."

Without waiting for the outcome to be decided, he controlled the holy corpse and crossed his hands again.

Unfortunately, he was destined to be unable to launch the next attack.

Ye Xuan has been watching his every move. The Eye of Gala is more advanced than the Star Jade Pupil, and its field of vision is also extremely wide.

The moment he saw the holy corpse about to attack again, he decided to end the battle.

At this moment, the Taihuang Tower outside suddenly began to rotate, a time power descended into this space, and a vicissitudes of life and leisurely breath flowed out.

Ye Xuan's expression was extremely serious, holding the pitch-black flaming sword in both hands. Everything in the world seemed to suddenly slow down, and the power of time and space was suddenly enhanced on the black flaming sword.

An ancient and vicissitudes of life emerged, as if ten thousand years had passed in the blink of an eye, and the shadow of the sun was split silently in the middle. There was no sound and no aftermath, as if everything was taken for granted.

"What?" Ying Zetian's pupils contracted. He didn't expect this scene to happen suddenly. Weren't they in a stalemate just now? How come the only powerful holy-level martial art he knew, the Scorching Sun, was suddenly broken.

(End of this chapter)