40,000 Years of Cultivation

"The day of rejoicing? Hahahahahahaha!"

"Hengtian King" Zhao Changlie laughed, "You guys who are as greedy as a dog and stupid as a pig are really near death, especially not knowing it! Don't look at you guys here today, dancing in a group of demons, flaunting your might, Xuanhe for a while, waiting for my elder brother Qi Changsheng to win When returning from the Immortal Realm with the nine great masters, you will be cut all with swords and knives, and all of them will be turned into pus and blood, crushed into powder, no one can escape!"

Regarding his "stubbornness", the ancestor Lieyang had long expected, and was not angry. Instead, he smiled slightly and said lightly: "I can't see the coffin without crying, and I am still dreaming at this moment, thinking that there is really a "Return of the Immortal World" this time. What's the matter?

"To tell you the truth, I also make all the fellow daoists hear clearly - Lieyang is not an ignorant person who can fool around at will. I have also practiced in the ancient ruins for more than 100 years and know some ancient secrets.

"The fairy world? How can there be any fairy world! What surrounds our ancient sacred world is a boundless black sea, no matter up and down, left and right, east and west, north and south, it is more than one hundred and eight thousand times more than one hundred and eight thousand miles! Rao is Yuan Ying , Transformation of gods and even a peerless powerhouse of higher realm, go all out, fly fast, don't want to fly outside for ten thousand years!

"For all the time, all the strong men who flew out of the ancient sacred world to search for the immortal world have all died tragically in the black sea outside, and those who were lucky enough to escape back, also experienced thousands of hardships, their cultivation base fell to the bottom, ten lives went to nine!

"Hmm, hum, according to my calculations, the so-called'Looking for the Immortal Realm' and the'Zhu Xian Ling' are basically conspiracies and tricks made by you people. The ten masters of the past have already died together in the depths of the Evernight Icefield, and they have taken them together. All of the forces of the empire are badly injured, and they are not enough to withstand the challenges of the world's heroes, so you have come up with such a slow-down strategy.

"Even if they didn't die, they really got a very big psionic flying boat and went out to'visit the immortal world.' They either died tragically on the way, or after tortured, they came home in a desperate manner.

"Now, this ancestor is sitting on the benefit of the ancient ruins and controlling the inheritance of the'Holy Fire Dynasty'. The powerful under his command are like clouds, millions of soldiers, and the support of countless daoists from three thousand sects in the world, even if they do come back, and Why compete with me? Isn't it necessary to obediently kneel in front of me and bow to me?

"Zhao Changlie, the person who knows the current affairs is a good man, but don't daydream, obediently surrender to this ancestor, and hand over all the wealth and arsenal that the Huntian army has raided over the years!"

"Pooh!"

Zhao Changlie yelled, "Old Devil Lieyang, just jump up and down here, and show off your power. You won't be jumping for a few days. My brother and the nine masters will return from the immortal world at any time. At that time, how I die today, you will die. It must be ten times more miserable, a hundred times more miserable!"

"Good, good, good!"

The Red Flame Demon God squinted his eyes, his three big faces were full of solemn expressions, gritted his teeth and said, "The Rising Sun Array has just been refined, and there is indeed a lack of a Nascent Infant to sacrifice this array. Since you stubbornly fight to the end, the ancestor will be complete What's wrong with you! I want to see, divide your five horses, frustrate your bones, and put your soul into the ground fire. You will endure the burning of the ground fire and the suffering of magma forever, the three holy four evils, the spirit eagle Human generation, how can I die ten times, a hundred times worse than you!"

"Wow!"

The five psionic flying boats flew in different directions, and the five iron chains were stretched straight. In Zhao Changlie’s flesh and blood bones, there were bursts of "clicks, clicks, clicks," and the pain made him feel so painful and screaming. Absolutely.

The ancestor of Lieyang had the intention to use Zhao Changlie to stand up for his prestige, and was not in a hurry to kill this person. He ordered the psionic flying boat to be as slow as possible, and concocted this stubborn fellow for some time.

at this time--

In the bustling crowd in the valley, dozens of spring thunder-like explosions sprang out.

"The old thief died!"

"Old Thief Tianzhu!"

"Old thief Lieyang, your death date is here!"

"Tai Xuan Dao, Purple Extreme Sword Sect, Wind Thunder Valley... the six major sects swear to kill the old thief!"

"Whhhhhhhhh!"

Hundreds of sword beams burst out at the same time, attacking the Chiyangmen altar at the end of the valley.

"There are assassins!"

"The six major factions dare to assassinate the ancestor Lieyang!"

The whole valley was in chaos for a while, and countless cultivators slammed their swords, sacrificed magic weapons, and stirred the psychic shields, but the surrounding area was already squeezed, and everyone’s weapons and magic weapons inevitably clashed together. The psychic shields interfered with each other even more, emitting large brilliance and ripples, turning into a mess of hot porridge.

The Scarlet Flame Demon God in the sky is nothing but the image of the ancestor Lieyang agitated by the "Sunrise Formation", not his real body.

Assassins from the six major sects naturally wouldn't attack this dharma statue, but they had spotted the ancestor Lieyang who was doing his best on the altar a long time ago.

"The Green Willow" Fang Chengzhi is immersed in the supreme power of the ancestor of Lieyang, and just wanted to appreciate the wonderful scene of the legendary strongman "Hengtian King" Zhao Changlie being divided by five horses, but he did not expect to encounter even more Wonderful public assassination.

He suddenly rolled out of sweat, stood on tiptoes, craned his neck, and desperately looked towards the front of the crowd.

It’s a pity that their Azure Cloud Sword Sect’s position is too far behind. Looking at it, there are densely packed human heads, and the halo and spiritual flames agitated by a large psionic shield, but they are layered on top of the human head. The stack of colorful fog makes it impossible to really see what happened in the front.

He wanted to fly into the air to see it, but before he jumped up, he was grabbed by his father and pressed firmly to the ground.

Before Grandpa Fang could react, hundreds of flames flew up around him. With lightning speed, the monks who had just risen and wanted to fly into the air were blasted down one by one and hit the crowd heavily. , Fell into a haze, grinned, and was extremely embarrassed.

In the sky of fire, standing on the red clouds, holding a flaming sword, wearing a red armor, the majestic and imposing Crimson Clan monk appeared, with his cold eyes and indifferent expression, plus the extremely harsh means just now, Make everyone afraid to act rashly.

The father of Fang called out fortunately.

I'm not afraid of getting a small injury, but if he is beaten in public like these hapless guys, where will he put his face as the "head of the four princes of Fuliuzhou"?

He was amazed in his heart. On the one hand, he was frightened by the power of the Chiyang Gate, and even these ordinary people had such tyrannical power; on the other hand, he was ticklish and unbearable, wondering if the assassin and the ancestor of Lieyang had been killed Minute.

I tiptoe and tiptoe, my neck stretched and stretched, and I still couldn't see anything. I could only feel waves of flames passing over my head, turning them all into small fishes living under the sea of ​​fire.

Fortunately, the riots brought about by the assassins came and went quickly. Before Young Master Fang’s neck was stretched, the chaotic scene gradually subsided. Over the front altar of the 100,000 cultivators, hundreds of crystals gradually rose. In the big transparent fireball, in each fireball, an assassin was imprisoned.

All the assassins were scorched by flames, arcs penetrated, and suffered the torture of death.

Father Fang was dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long time. Unexpectedly, Old Ancestor Lieyang's cultivation was as high as this level. He captured hundreds of assassins alive and imprisoned them to this weird level. The prohibition made them embarrassed in public.

This is dozens of times more difficult than directly killing hundreds of assassins.

There was also an uproar in the surrounding heroes, and soon someone recognized the assassin's identity.

"Tai Xuan Dao, Purple Extreme Sword Sect, Wind Thunder Valley, Jin Jiazong, Beast Yuzhai, Feiling Island...Sure enough, they all belong to the six major sects!"

"And they are all outstanding masters among the younger generation. It seems that under the constraints of the'Zhu Xian Ling' in the past few years, they have been unable to shrink, and they are really suffocated!"

"It's a pity that what they met this time was Old Ancestor Lieyang, it's really ridiculous that they can shake the tree!"

"Is there any fellow Daoist who can see exactly how Old Ancestor Lieyang made his move? It was too fast just now. I, I didn't even see anything, these juniors were all captured alive!"

"Although they are all juniors, there are also many masters of the Golden Core series, who can't even go through three rounds under the hands of the ancestors. The cultivation base of the ancestors is really unfathomable and unfathomable!"

Mr. Fang sighed secretly. At this moment, he finally saw the appearance of the assassin. He had seen many young masters of the six major sects, and they were the objects of their collateral branches looking up. He did not expect that today he was swept up and embarrassed. Like this.

He secretly rejoiced for his father's wise and decisiveness.

That's right, the ancestor Lieyang has supernatural powers, and what does the Purple Extreme Sword Sect count as the "sword idiot" Yanli who came to be close to people, I am afraid that the ancestor was locked in the flame prohibition, unable to survive or die. Will it end?

At this moment, Lord Fang suddenly heard a sound like a mosquito, not far from above his head.

This sound was very strange, and Lord Fang had never heard of any weapon or magic weapon before that could make a similar sound.

Immediately afterwards, there were waves of ripples in the air, and something the size of a pearl emerged from the void.

I don't know if I was disturbed by the raging flame psychic energy just now, I had to show up; or maybe the time had come and I didn't need to hide in the air.

Grandpa Fang was very curious. Looking left and right, whether his father, other monks or many Chiyangmen, all focused their attention on the hundreds of assassins in front, no one noticed this insignificant little bead.

He moved in his heart, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help being curious, and quietly released a psychic energy that really sucked the little bead over.

This is a magic weapon like a big eyeball.

But there was a delicateness that Mr. Fang had never seen before.

The layer upon layer of structure like crystal pupils, and the lines entangled around them that are dozens of times thinner than the hair, all give him a sense of grace, refinement and coldness that is completely different from the magic weapon of the ancient sacred world.

Naturally, Mr. Fang would never know. This is the difference between a hand workshop and a large industrial assembly line.

"Didi, Didididi!"

There was a gentle adjustment sound from the depths of the metal eyeballs, dozens of circles of "pupils" expanded and contracted, and they adjusted continuously, as if they had drawn the "eyes" back from a long distance and landed on his face.

Father Fang shuddered in his heart, feeling that this magic weapon was evil for no reason.

However, this is the site of Old Ancestor Lieyang, with such a large Red Flame Demon God covering the sky, it seems nothing terrible.

Father Fang swallowed his saliva, studied this weird magic weapon over and over for a long time, and found that two lines of extremely small words were engraved on the back of the "pupil".

These two lines are not only a hundred times smaller than rice grains, but also have a lot of strokes missing, and the writing is extremely weird. After a long time trying to guess the words, Fang Datong could barely read their meaning:

"Phoenix-19 type ultra-long-distance multifunctional invisible lens."

"Produced by Yaoshi Group, exclusively for the garrison of the Old Saint Special Administrative Region of the Xingyao Federation."

"Didi, Didi!"

Just when the big young man Fang and Jingyan were "big eyes and small eyes", more identical crystal eyes got out of the invisible state one after another and hung over everyone's heads.

It was as if they had been floating there a long time ago, quietly looking at the ancestors of Lieyang who were majestic and invincible above the foremost method altar.