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Chapter 2922

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These five big sticks that represented the origin of the five elements were extremely rough.

Perhaps using the word "sh * t stick" to describe them was a kind of humiliation to Mo Mo himself …

However, he had to admit that these five sticks were like sh * t sticks.

When the power of the Dao Pond was no longer controlled by the Great Dao and the Great Dao level, and was controlled by a True God who was proficient in body cultivation …

All the methods that were used against the Great Dao of the Great Dao of the Great Dao became a little difficult to use.

This kind of inability wasn't because he was restricted by the opponent, but because he couldn't make the right reaction according to the opponent's reaction.

In other words, even if this battle was unfamiliar to Xie Tian …

It was also unfamiliar to Mo Mo Mo.

Of course, this wasn't the main point.

Xie Tian's random punching method would at most bring some trouble to Mo Mo Mo for a certain period of time. With Mo Mo Mo's intelligence, as long as he was given some time to adapt and explore, it would be very easy for him to deal with it.

However, the battle had lasted for more than an hour, and Mo Mo Mo still couldn't do this …

This was because he was also greatly disturbed on another level.

Qi Refinement and Body Cultivation were two different paths.

Even if the center of these two paths was the Three Thousand Great Dao …

However, Qi Refinement was borrowing, while Body Cultivation was seizing.

There were countless differences between borrowing and seizing. Unless one was a Great Emperor who had reached the pinnacle of cultivation, perhaps no one could explain it clearly …

However, the biggest difference was clear to everyone …

One was gentle, the other was domineering.

When the True God representing Xie Tian waved the five big sticks that represented Xie Tian's Qi Refinement, Mo Mo Mo's attack not only suffered from the dual resistance of gentleness and domineeringness …

Even the small area where they fought was filled with an atmosphere dominated by gentleness and domineeringness.

This atmosphere had an effect that couldn't be ignored, and that was contradiction.

Demons, although one of the two most powerful races in Hanyu …

However, the path they walked could also be seen as the path of the Great Dao.

To them, controlling the origin of the Heavenly Dao was similar to eating a meal.

However, even for Mo Mo Mo, in this area full of contradictions, it wasn't easy to control the origin of the Heavenly Dao to attack.

What caused this was the contradiction.

He could manipulate the Source of the Heavenly Dao in any way, combining it into a Dao to attack.

But in the contradiction formed by gentleness and tyranny, no matter what method he used to control the Origin of Heavenly Dao to attack, he would be obstructed from one or both sides.

You want to control it in a tyrannical manner?

Gently disturb you.

You want to control me gently?

Tyranny was here again.

You want to be fair and just?

Gentle Gentleness and Tyranny joined the battle.

This kind of interference was like a puppet, Mordor, who wanted to be free, but there were countless hands pulling on the strings tied to him …

It was also as if Xie Tian had become a magnetic stone with two poles that changed irregularly. When you retreat, I absorb; when you advance, I repel …

Although this kind of contradictory atmosphere was not too strong because of Xie Tian's low cultivation …

But what was abnormal was not the rich atmosphere, but the fact that no one had ever fought in such an environment where they were always against you.

Even someone as strong as Mo Dao looked like he had seen a ghost.

What was even more unbelievable was that Xie Tian, who was also in conflict, was not affected at all.

"Could it be that this is the power of a True God controlling the Way …?"

Mo Dao's guess was right.

When Xie Tian had not entered the Daozu stage and formed his own Dao Pond, he could also use his body to control the power of Qi Refinement. He could even combine the three powers into one and form an evil power that could crush his opponent …

But evil power was still power after all, and not like the current contradiction, power.

After achieving the Daozu stage, the essence of Xie Tian's body refinement, the True God, ran into the essence of Qi Refinement, the Dao Pond, and settled down …

This settlement brought about a qualitative change to the composition of his power, especially when the power of Qi Refinement and Qi Refinement exploded at the same time.

And the change in quality gave rise to a kind of momentum in its attacks.

This kind of power seemed to have the power to interfere with the Origin of Heavenly Dao …

But it was a pity that Xie Tian was currently immersed in the crazy perfection of his own fighting method, and did not realize this for the time being.

The battle continued in this state of confusion.

Wu Dong used all his strength, but he only dared to get within ten thousand miles of the battlefield.

This was the limit of a half step to Heaven's Equal when fighting against the almighty Heaven's Equal and the demon general.

Of course, this limit was shortened because of Xie Tian's weakness and Mo Dao's injury, but this did not affect Wu Dong's despair.

Of course, he did not know how Mo Dao felt when fighting with Xie Tian …

The only thing he could be sure of was that the phenomenon of this battle was 99% of Mo Dao's.

The only thing that was related to his Xie Shao required him to be very focused, and then it would appear inadvertently, and then disappear in a flash.

From the looks of it, it was like a duck that couldn't swim, struggling from time to time in order to survive.

Almost instantly, his instincts urged him to turn around …

But the moment he turned around, there was a gust of Qi in his body, and it stopped him from turning around.

With his back to the battlefield, Wu Dong's expression changed even more dramatically than the phenomenon of the battle.

Cowardice, ruthlessness, panic, ferocity, helplessness, clenched teeth …

Finally.

He roared at the sky.

This roar seemed to have roared something out of his body.

Then, he broke into a mad dash.

"Statue! Statue! Ah ah ah ah ah! "



Bang!

It seemed to be to cooperate with the tragic Wu Dong …

Xie Tian, who was spurting blood, flew backward, drawing an imperfect parabola in the air, and then was blasted back to the original battlefield by Mo Dao, who appeared behind him.

Wu Guang, who had turned his head when he heard the loud noise, saw this scene with his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. Then, he, who had been using all his strength, suddenly felt a great power emerge from somewhere in his body, causing his speed to multiply.

But it was also because of this …

He did not see Mo Dao, who had blasted Xie Tian back to the original battlefield, and did not do it again.

Because at the same time he hit Xie Tian, his back was also hit by a fist that he was completely unaware of.

This time, the force was not strong, but the contradiction contained in the force went deep into his body, making him feel more deeply the horror of this contradiction than before.

How scary was it?

It made his next action to put into practice a little stagnant.

It was the birth of this stagnation that made him lose the opportunity to hit Xie Tian like a ball without falling to the ground.

So …

Xie Tian landed on the ground.

After staggering dozens of steps, dragging a long track on the ground, Xie Tian stopped, his trembling right hand wiping the corner of his mouth that was dripping blood.

But it seemed that he could not finish wiping it.

Because of his heavy breathing, blood was constantly coming out of his body.

Fortunately …

He had Golden Dragon.

And Little Tyrant.

But Xie Tian's rapid recovery was once again ignored by Mo Dao.

Because there was a more important thing occupying his mind, and he could not help but ask.

"What kind of punch is this?"

"Night Punch."

"Night Punch?"

"You can think of it as the punch that killed Mo Dao."

After thinking about it, Xie Tian changed the angle of explanation and said this.

(End of this chapter)

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