Chapter 170: Slapping the Primordial Heavenly Venerable! The Great Karmic Debt with Pangu…

The Fan Tian Yin, forged from half of the Bu Zhou Mountain.

When it fell into Blasting Guang Chengzi's hands, his combat power surged again.

In later ages, the Fan Tian Yin became the most famous magic treasure in Blasting Guang Chengzi's possession.

One could say the Fan Tian Yin and Blasting Guang Chengzi mutually elevated each other.

But at this point in time, the Wu and Yao had not yet fought their final great battle; they were still engaged in localized conflicts.

The Bu Zhou Mountain had not yet collapsed, so the Fan Tian Yin could not possibly be in Blasting Guang Chengzi's hands.

The Ci Xiong Sword, however, was one of the most important magic treasures in Blasting Guang Chengzi's possession at this moment.

"Shhhhlaa…"

Countless spiritual lights flowed through the inscriptions of the Ci Xiong Sword; the sword, carrying Blasting Guang Chengzi's Jin Xian-level power, slashed toward the void.

That was precisely the direction Luo Fu's fist had struck.

"Dang…"

The Ci Xiong Sword struck Luo Fu's fist, instantly producing the sound of clashing weapons.

Luo Fu's physical strength, now fully unleashed, was already no weaker than the damage inflicted by Jin Xian using divine treasures.

Every strike from Luo Fu was equivalent to a Jin Xian wielding a divine treasure.

For physical cultivators, their bodies were the only weapon capable of unleashing their power.

When the Ci Xiong Sword blocked Luo Fu's fist, an unimaginably terrifying force surged forward; though Blasting Guang Chengzi had done his utmost to resist and stop it.

But clearly, his power at this moment was insufficient to achieve that.

That force penetrated into his body.

Blasting Guang Chengzi's face flushed crimson; he opened his mouth and spat out a jet of blood.

At the same time, Blasting Guang Chengzi was blasted backward by Luo Fu's power.

His figure turned into a streak of Bai Guang, like a missile, slamming into the mountains below.

"Boom—"

Endless roars echoed from below.

The thousands-of-zhang and ten-thousands-of-zhang mountains below could be seen collapsing and vanishing continuously.