Chapter 1060 7 Divine Meridians: Ancestral God Prison Suppressing Fist

boom!

After suffering repeated setbacks at Mo Yu's hands, Huang Wanjun's expression grew increasingly cold.

He didn't use any supernatural powers next. He simply stomped his foot, and his figure tore through the void like a massive meteorite, throwing a punch at Mo Yu.

This punch, devoid of any fancy moves, was like a destructive punch under the impetus of the Immortal-grade Great Wilderness Body.

If an ordinary Spiritual Grade Heavenly Sovereign were hit, even with a strong spiritual body, the punch would likely cause cracks and severe injuries.

Mo Yu stared at the punch that pierced through space, but did not retreat. Instead, a burning fighting spirit surged in his eyes.

He wanted to come and have a proper interview to see just how powerful this Celestial Supreme of the Ancient Desolate Clan really was!

Upon realizing this, Mo Yu neither retreated nor dodged, clenching his five fingers into a fist, from which countless rays of purple-gold spiritual light emanated.

Like a humanoid ancestral ape, Mo Yu also threw a punch, clashing head-on with Huang Wanjun amidst the astonished gazes of many.

boom!

It was as if a piercing sonic boom exploded between heaven and earth. The terrifying shockwave raged wildly, and beneath the two of them, mountains shattered and were leveled.

"What a powerful physique! No wonder you inherited the legacy of the Primordial Ancestral Ape. This Ancestral Ape Body is in no way inferior to the Great Wilderness Body of my Ancient Clan!" After exchanging a punch and retreating dozens of steps, Huang Wanjun looked at Mo Yu and said in a deep voice.

Only after feeling the power of Mo Yu's punch did Huang Wanjun realize why the former had the confidence to compete for the Ancestral Desolate Body!

"Hmph, no matter what, the Desolate Ancestor Body cannot fall into the hands of outsiders!" Huang Wanjun's eyes narrowed, and then he activated the Immortal-grade Great Desolate Body again, rushing towards Mo Yu.

Seeing this, Mo Yu also refused to back down. After advancing to the Heavenly Sovereign level, he was comparable to a true Primordial Ancestral Ape. He was never afraid of a head-on confrontation.

Boom boom boom!

This clash was even more astonishing in scale, as if even the void itself was collapsing.

However, to the astonishment of countless people, Huang Wanjun, who was a Celestial Supreme, did not gain the upper hand at all. Instead, his body trembled and he was sent flying backward. Where his feet landed, even space itself shattered.

On the other side, Mo Yu also retreated dozens of steps.

Huang Wanjun steadied himself with a somewhat uncertain expression, looked up at Mo Yu, and a grim look appeared on his face.

Even setting aside the contest of supernatural powers, he was still no match for the person in front of him in the physical clash that the Ancient Desolate Clan was so proud of.

This person's physical body is incredibly strong.

"As expected of the Lord of the Ink Prison, your strength is indeed remarkable. However, I'm about to get serious!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Wanjun took a deep breath, and countless rays of spiritual light surged behind him, forming an enormous black-gold shadow.

The giant shadow seemed to embody the forms and souls of countless beasts, radiating an extremely terrifying primordial power.

"Have you summoned the bodies of all the beasts of the Great Wilderness...?"

Mo Yu gazed at the supreme Dharma image, his eyes flickering. Compared to the Great Wilderness Beast Body of the Spirit Grade Heavenly Supreme, the Great Wilderness Beast Body of Huang Wanjun, the Immortal Grade Heavenly Supreme, was clearly much richer in primordial energy.

"Are they finally getting serious?"

Mo Yu formed hand seals, and a beam of light shot out from his eyes, transforming into a giant shadow of a primordial ape that hovered high in the sky before pressing down on the Great Wilderness Beast Body.

"Hmph, you're being too naive to think you can use the illusory image of the Ancestral Ape to deal with me."

However, when he saw the illusory image of the Ancestral Ape, Huang Wanjun showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he let out a cold laugh, and with a thought, a beam of light shot out from the crown of the Great Wilderness Myriad Beasts Body.

A jet-black dragon also appeared within the light, swaying with black light. The next moment, the black dragon collided with Mo Yu's Dao Ancestral Ape phantom, causing both of them to vibrate.

Upon seeing this, Mo Yu raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that Huang Wanjun had actually subdued a black dragon's soul and used it for his own purposes. His methods were truly remarkable.

"Lord of Ink Prison, prepare to be attacked!"

Huang Wanjun let out a cold shout, and then he stomped his foot. Suddenly, a torrent of blood arrows shot out from the Great Wilderness Beast Body beneath his feet, tearing through the sky and bombarding Mo Yu relentlessly.

Behind Mo Yu, a similar black and gold light shone brightly, and the Great Wilderness Beast Body appeared. The Great Wilderness Beast Pattern condensed and transformed into a black and gold light screen, which blocked all the blood arrows.

Above the sky, the two sides faced off in a fierce battle, their vast spiritual energy surging through the heavens and earth. Waves of attacks roared out against each other, neither holding back, their attacks revealing a ruthless edge.

Seeing the two sides clashing like this, countless people outside the Great Wilderness Tower held their breath, not daring to look away, and watched intently.

"This Mo Yu clone is truly extraordinary, actually managing to fight Huang Wanjun to a standstill." As the two sides clashed fiercely, the world erupted in uproar once again, with many powerful figures marveling at it.

Judging from the current battle situation, the contest between Mo Yu and Huang Wanjun is clearly evenly matched.

boom!

Another round of attacks ensued. Although Huang Wanjun had gained a slight advantage, his expression was rather grim, because it was clearly impossible for him to turn this slight advantage into a victory.

"This person really came prepared!"

Huang Wanjun's eyes were gloomy. The next moment, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and his body gradually floated up.

On its body surface, ancient black light patterns began to appear, faintly forming seven black lines.

"The Seven Divine Veins, Huang Wanjun is about to use his spiritual vein divine power." Upon seeing this, an uproar erupted throughout the world.

"Lord Moyu, please accept my Seven Divine Meridians Divine Power!"

Huang Wanjun's deep voice rang out, and he suddenly raised his hands.

In the next instant, behind Huang Wanjun, a blurry yet towering ancient giant phantom seemed to appear.

The phantom appears in sync with the caster's movements; when the fist is thrown, the phantom also appears.

"Ancestral God Phantom, merge!"

As Huang Wanjun finished speaking, the ancient giant phantom behind him crashed down and merged into Huang Wanjun's body.

At this moment, Huang Wanjun and the illusory image of the Ancestral God behind him were no longer separated; they appeared to be fused together.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Wanjun's body size increased dramatically, ancient dark gold totems appeared on his skin, his eyes shot out tangible golden divine light, and every move he made carried the power of the ancestral god. His physical strength and power increased exponentially.

At the same time, Mo Yu could feel an extreme suppressive pressure spreading towards him. The desolate Wan Jun seemed to be able to draw upon the will of the ancestral god, forming a huge gravity field. Within the field, enemies were like burdened by mountains, their movements were slowed, their spiritual energy circulation was hindered, and they were even directly crushed.

The opponent truly lived up to his reputation as a powerful member of the Ancient Desolate Clan; such a brute-force killing move was truly terrifying.

At the same time, Huang Wanjun's slightly chilling voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"Seven Divine Veins, Ancestral God Prison Suppressing Fist!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Wanjun clenched his five fingers into a fist, and in an instant, the gravity on Mo Yu's body increased exponentially!