Chapter 2053

The ancient realm of Zhenmo shrouds a space of tens of feet, and the power of killing demons inside is surging. Originally, it is extremely terrible, but at this moment, there is a crack. Moreover, the crack is like a spider web, spreading rapidly to all positions of the ancient realm of Zhenmo, which makes all the monks in the nirvana wasteland change color.

"Damn it! Give me more strength! "

There is no lack of God in the eyes of the shooting bone chilling light, Zhumo ancient operation is stronger, Zhenmo ancient domain vibration again.

Inside, the purple divine lines become more and more, and the power of killing demons is boiling, madly flooding toward the forest.

Lin Tian is in the ancient domain of Zhenmo. Facing the fierce power of killing demons, he still slightly closes his eyes.

He paddled his hands and stretched his body. His body moved with his heart, his heart moved with his spirit, and his spirit moved with his mind. It gave people a very elegant feeling, just like a banished immortal.

Behind him, the figure of Tao, which looks like Yin and yang fish, becomes more and more clear, and there is a special atmosphere of vastness, which gradually encircles him.

Also at this time, he opened his eyes, eyes calm and deep, his right hand slightly for the fist, gently forward a shock.

This fist didn't show any terrible power, but it made the powerful Zhenmo ancient region tremble. Then the next moment, a clear and crisp sound came out, and the whole Zhenmo ancient region cracked completely and broke directly.

"Zhenmo Guyu, broken by..."

On the nirvana wasteland, all the monks were shocked.

In the distance, the pupils of the nine strong young men in the heaven were all constricted.

"How could it be that the ancient domain of Zhenmo was broken?"

Nine people can't believe it. In their memory, no one in the same generation can break the magic ancient domain.

"Good, good!"

White tiger and little Tai Chu stay together. Naturally, they are very excited at this time.

Only God's face became very ugly, and his Zhenmo ancient domain was smashed.

"What art are you doing?"

He looks at Lin Tian, cold voice way.

He practiced the ancient technique of killing demons, which was created by an ancient ancestor of Tianting. Among the 108 gods in Tianting today, no one can master it. It's very terrible. The ancient domain of suppressing demons is a very strong core technique in the ancient technique of killing demons. No one in the same generation can break his technique. Now, Lin Tian has broken the ancient domain of suppressing demons.

Lin Tian's body is surrounded by Yin and Yang pictures, and the breath of yin and Yang is interwoven with another vast special breath, which makes him look very elegant, like a God in the dust.

"What art? Let me see. " He stepped forward and calmly walked toward shenwukui: "your art is called Zhenmo ancient realm, then it is called Taiji divine realm."

As the words fell, he was elegant, stepped out one step, moved a hundred feet, and appeared in front of shenwuque the next moment.

God without lack of eyes a cold, all purple lines interweave, right hand waving, all over the sky kill evil purple lines toward Lin Tian pressure.

Lin Tian stepped forward and was not moved. In his body, yin and Yang were intertwined. The purple lines of killing demons all over the sky were pressed, but they couldn't go in at all. They were all isolated.

He was moved: "you..."

Lin Tian's expression is still the same. He raises his hand again and strikes forward gently. Shengsheng penetrates the sky full of Zhumo purple lines and falls on his holy chest.

This fist, still without the slightest breath of terror, even from the surface, the body of God has not suffered any trauma, however, God is trembling, the face full of purple lines immediately become distorted.

This surprised all the monks in the nirvana wasteland. All the people who could come here were not weak. Naturally, we can see that the twisted face of God at this time was completely caused by the extreme pain.

Also at this time, God without lack of big mouth coughing up blood, the whole flying.

Its blood water, mixed with some pieces of viscera.

"It's called Taijiquan."

Lin Tian's voice is calm. He uses Tai Chi to protect his body and walks towards the flying God.

Tai Chi, a precious heritage handed down from ancient China, has a very good effect on the practitioner's essence, Qi and spirit. When he was on earth, he practiced it and loved it. He once practiced it with Bai Qiu.

Taiji on earth is just a very common martial art. Secular old people practice it. It's not a big deal to strengthen their body. However, the artistic conception of Taiji is very profound and mysterious. It can overcome rigidity, control softness, attack and defend. The core of Taiji is to control all forces.

Now, in the ancient domain of Zhenmo, the power of killing demons is too terrible, and all the skills he practiced can't be countered. However, he didn't give up. He closed his eyes and thought, let the holy power stop flowing completely, and subconsciously thought about how to counterbalance the ancient domain of Zhenmo. Then, he thought of the theory of kewanli expounded by Taiji.

And sometimes, once the friar thought of something and got the initial inspiration, then the inspiration would flow continuously. He thought of the essence of Taiji's restraint of Wanli, as if it lit a bright light in the dark, and the holy power began to work with his subconscious, in a special way.

Then, all the water came to the channel, a new way of holy power operation emerged, and a new art was born.

He walked very fast and appeared in front of the flying shenwuque.

Without the power of terror, his eyes were peaceful and deep, and he still made his fist peacefully and fell on God's chest.

"Cough!"

Shenwukui was injured again. There was no wound on the surface of his body, but he vomited blood, and a small half of his heart fragments flew out of his mouth.

Lin Tian's expression remains the same. He protects his body from all kinds of methods and forces. He takes a step again and appears on the side of the body where shenwukui flies out. He moves his hands together, sometimes for palms and sometimes for fists, and falls on shenwukui's holy body again and again.

As time went on, he became more and more proficient in the new operation of holy power in his body.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, he pushed it with the back of his hand and landed on shenwukui's chest. He directly flew out of shenwukui's chest.

He named Xinshu after Taiji, but it was not the Taiji on the earth. Instead, he used the artistic conception of Taiji on the earth to create the Taiji realm.

God without lack of flying, constant big mouth cough blood.

He looked at the other side, simple step, right hand micro motion, a flash, clasp the left wrist of God, gently twist.

"Ha!"

Crisp ring out, God has no lack of left hand direct fracture.

Moreover, there is an invisible force along his arm, which spreads to all parts of his body. Once again, he vomites blood, and there are many pieces of viscera mixed with blood, which makes his scalp numb.