The Pan King of the Ancient World Proved the Way

With a thought, the ferocious ape magic stick in his hand changed accordingly, no longer in the shape of a stick, but turned into a ferocious knife shrouded in fierce sword aura.

Spiritual treasures, supreme treasures, have endless magical uses and can change into various forms. For example, in the Tai Chi diagram, I can turn it into swords, guns, sticks, etc. if I wish. However, due to my nature, I will not change it at will.

Uh-huh!

The vicious sword cut open the void, and the sword light shot out. With one strike, it split the purple sky thunder, shattered them, transformed into calamity energy, and returned to the calamity.

There is a treasure in your hand, don’t panic in your heart.

King Pan didn't hesitate anymore, he went to the ninth level with his sword and rushed into the Thunder Mountain and Thunder Sea. He swung the murderous sword at will and unleashed his violent sword energy. Each sword forcefully shattered the divine thunder.

Boom boom boom!

After a thousand calamities, he was cut into ashes with one blow.

King Pan flew up, his sword energy extending infinitely, longer than the Zixiao Palace in the Tribulation Thunder. The shocking power of the sword spread in all directions and landed on the roof of the Zixiao Palace.

The huge energy burst out, piercing the Zixiao Palace and creating a crack on its axis.

Thunder plasma splashed, destroying the endless void, endless timelines, and the Zixiao Palace collapsed!

Chapter 109: Image of the Saint

King Pan never thought that he would become holy without any effort and jump out of the chessboard of heaven and earth. But when the calamity came, he realized that he still underestimated the horror of the calamity.

When Zixiao Palace collapsed, an indescribable emotion appeared from the bottom of his heart and passed into his mind.

In the depths of the collapsing thunder, countless concepts suddenly exploded, strange and mysterious lights and shadows flashed, tribulation clouds destroyed the city, and a shocking catastrophe was contained.

King Pan did not hesitate, he raised the murderous sword above his head, and poured all the power of the world into it. The murderous sword's energy rushed to the sky and the earth, displacing time and space. The black and dense poisonous gas was centered on the sword's energy and spread out in all directions, creating countless dramas in the void. The poisonous god sings the most vicious demonic sounds in his mouth.

boom!

One knife cut through the world and the years, tearing apart the three thousand laws. Without spending any time, the light of the knife reached the depths of the thunder tribulation, above the changing light and shadow.

At this moment, the light and shadow completely stopped and became motionless.

In the void, the supreme wonderful sound resounded, the sound was peaceful and peaceful, covering up the sound of the sword energy issued by King Pan.

King Pan's expression remained unchanged, no matter how the calamity changed, he would just slash out with one sword.

Boom!

The light of the sword fell, causing the Zixiao Divine Thunder, which was originally capable of destroying heaven and earth and even the world, to die one by one and be chopped down into the void.

The boundless avenue shook, and a white hand with no visible blood stretched out from the future to the present. With a slight grasp, it blocked the light of the sword.

Above the big hands, the clear light of heaven flashed, condensing all kinds of calamities. The long whale sucked water, sucking all the calamity thunders in the void into the big hands. In an instant, a tall, faceless figure appeared from the future to the present.

This figure is extremely mysterious and mysterious. Its shape alone contains infinite principles of heaven.

The light in his hand changed, and a bamboo staff appeared.

He made an ordinary strike and faced the light of the sword.

Bo!

The eternal poison and the chaotic sword energy were instantly wiped out and nothing remained.

"Failed!"

This thought flashed through King Pan's mind.

His sword was not to kill the calamity cloud, but to force the calamity to take shape. The earlier the disaster takes shape, the weaker its power will be.

However, he did not expect that the disaster would be so violent, easily breaking through his time blockade and coming from the future to the present.

At this moment, the endless calamities have all turned into a single figure.

As soon as the figure took shape, it monopolized the laws of heaven and earth, and the dimensions of time and space trembled violently, as if to contain this person.

Endless mystery, endless power, and endless inconceivability are all flashing around the figure.

No! For this figure, there is no "surrounding" or any formal concept of time and space.

If it weren't for the power of the world, King Pan would have felt that as long as this figure thought about it, he could attack him in all time and space at the same time.

King Pan's expression was extremely serious. He had never felt like this before.

Image of a saint!

This figure may not be a real saint, but an image or a record, but under the power of doom, it is indistinguishable from a real saint.

If he is a true saint, he cannot be defeated no matter how hard he fights, and he cannot defeat him no matter how hard he fights.

Saints are invincible, and saints of the same level can only fall in their face and cannot cause any harm to them.

The saint is indestructible, neither born nor destroyed, and there is no such thing as a seal. As long as they want, they can enter death and be reborn at any time, appear in any time and space between heaven and earth, and break away from the seal.

In the prehistoric world, the only person who can defeat the saint is the ancestor Hongjun who has all the power of heaven. He has the power to suppress the sanctity of other saints and deprive them of their indestructible attributes.

However, facing the image of this saint, King Pan also felt a strong desire to fight. With the power of the world added to him, he is not afraid of saints at all.

He put away the murderous knife, punched out with his bare hands, and blasted out a golden dragon flying in the air. Waves of mysterious waves hit the image of the saint.

What is strange is that this wave of offensive did not have any impact on the outside world, and it did not have the slightest terrifying momentum. It seemed like an illusory, useless dragon shadow.

However, the image of the saint moved!

Under Pan Wang's punch, the saint's image was also moved. A jade palm stretched out, emitting the same mysterious wave as Pan Wang's punch, and pressed it in front of him.

Bo!

Silently, with a punch and a palm, the past, present, and future are intertwined at the same time.

No one could tell what happened at that time. The figures of King Pan and the image of the saint suddenly became illusory, and time became chaotic. Countless illogical pictures appeared in the void, in which King Pan and the image of the saint were fighting. The scene has no sense of connection at all.

The various struggles between the two are sometimes disillusioned, sometimes flowing, sometimes void, and sometimes shattered beyond words.

If someone with extremely advanced cultivation in Broken Dao Realm is present, he can understand all of this.

The images of King Pan and the Saint entered into the dimension of luck, and their seemingly simple attacks were all attacks of luck.

Among the infinite dimensions of the prehistoric world, luck is the highest level dimension. It is higher than time and space, and its merits and karma are not as good as it.

Ordinary quasi-sages, even if they have the status of Holy Emperor, cannot enter this dimension.

However, King Pan refined Zuzhou and controlled the world origin of Zuzhou, so he temporarily had this method.

In the colorful dimension of luck, King Pan constantly changes his methods and displays his own attacks, colliding with the image of the saint.

The greatest weakness of a saint is luck. Images of saints are also saints and cannot escape this law.

The image of the saint played with the bamboo stick in his hand very well. No matter what kind of offensive Pan Wang launched, he could easily resolve it.

The image of the saint is a copy of the ancestor Hongjun. His thoughts, fighting consciousness, combat experience, and Taoist understanding are the same as those of the ancestor Hongjun.

Ancestor Hongjun has been enlightened for who knows how many years, and he knows the power of the saint level very well. When he takes action, he can often turn decay into magic, and use the simplest means to exert the most tyrannical power.

In front of the image of the saint, the little tricks King Pan used were like dancing with a classmate and staggering a child, with flaws everywhere.

Bo!

The image of the saint is another stick, which happens to be on the dragon's eye of the golden dragon of luck sent by King Pan. This blow hit the vital point, and the Luck Golden Dragon suddenly collapsed and collapsed on the spot.

The golden dragon of luck was destroyed, but the matter was not over yet.

In an instant, black light spots gathered, and where the luck golden dragon collapsed, a karma black dragon appeared.

Apparently, the victory of the saint image transformed the golden dragon of luck into the black dragon of karma.

"Roar!"

The black dragon of karma turned against him, joined forces with the image of the saint, and joined the team to defeat King Pan.

Chapter 110 The Will of Heaven

Seeing the black dragon of karma rushing towards him, King Pan's eyes flashed slightly.

The saint's methods are beyond his imagination. With just one click, he can change other people's luck into karma. You know, in his current state, he can only destroy other people's luck, but can't do more.

It is true that all saints are ants.

As long as you are not a saint, it is useless no matter how strong your luck is. Once a saint takes action, your luck will turn into karma.

"Groan!"

The Karma Black Dragon let out a long roar, and a red, lotus-shaped flame suddenly ignited on its body.

The flame is formless and formless. It is not within the three realms and does not enter the five elements. Even the luck is affected by it and burns to a creaking sound.

The flames were blazing, and without even getting close, they used light, temperature, and concepts to ignite the protective divine light around King Pan.

Red lotus karma fire!

All living beings in the Three Realms and Six Paths, even the supreme saints, will be afraid of the flame.

pain! Indescribable pain arose spontaneously, heartbreaking.

The red lotus karma fire burned from his body into his soul, and even followed some kind of pulling to attack his body.

"The Saint is really invincible. If you don't take action, it will be difficult to resist! Fortunately, the Saint in front of you is just an image created by Heaven based on the ancestor Hongjun. He is not a real Saint. If The one who took action was Ancestor Hongjun, so there would be no chance of survival."

The power of the red lotus karma fire seemed to have no limit, rising infinitely and burning more vigorously, igniting every part of his body and soul.