Cangling World

No one expected that Lin Luo's combat power would be so terrifying.

With a single sword, he slayed five bull-headed monsters that stood shoulder to shoulder in the Profound Middle Realm.

This level of combat power is enough to call Bantongxuan Upper Realm!

Daoist Zizhu never imagined that a ninth-level infuriating youth could be so strong.

After a short period of anger and surprise, he said coldly: "Junior Human Race, even if you have the power of the upper realm of Tong Xuan, you can't leave alive today!"

The purple vortex trembled, and several minotaurs walked out.

As soon as they appeared, they immediately slashed down with their battle axes.

The heavy breath flowing on the battle axe blocked the void, and invisibly, there seemed to be countless iron cables entangled in Lin Luo's limbs, causing him to move slowly.

"open!"

Naturally, Lin Luo would not sit still and use the star-pointing technique to pierce a sharp aura with the red flame sword, tearing apart the aura of oppression.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he cast his body and sword shadow, relying on his spiritual sense to guide the way, and escaped smoothly.

Then, he mercilessly launched a sky-slashing strike, severing several bull-headed monsters in the middle.

"This junior of the human race is actually so strong?"

The grimace monster was almost dumbfounded.

If Lin Luo hadn't kept his hand before, he would never have been able to leave alive.

Could it be that Lin Luo deliberately saved his life before, so as to follow the vine and find out his own nest?

Thinking of this, the ghost-faced demon is terrified.

But when he thought that he was hiding in the big formation, even a half-step heavenly man couldn't help himself, he suddenly laughed and said: "Hmph, when this king regains enough strength, he will definitely kill Er and the others without leaving a single piece of armor. !"

Lin Luo has a keen sense of hearing, and upon hearing these words, the indifferent gaze of the ancient Mo Yuan shot over.

Touching this gaze, the ghost face monster only felt the hair burst, as if being stared at by a big terror, the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath.

Taoist Zizhu glanced at the grimace and demon, and said, "Don't be afraid, if there is a formation, even that old guy Jiang Ruochen is here in person, and he can't help us."

After all, he looked at Lin Luo coldly and said loudly: "Junior Human Race, it seems that I won't give you a taste of it. I really treat this Daoist as a sick cat."

"What means, let the horse come over as soon as possible."

Lin Luo didn't seem to be afraid.

"court death!"

Daoist Zizhu's whole body shone with dazzling brilliance, and with his own strength, he attracted an even larger purple mist ancient beast from the purple vortex.

This beast resembles a mysterious turtle, with heavy armor, slow movements, and strange moves.

With a wave of its front claws, several streaks of energy ripped apart the void, killing it in front of Lin Luo in an instant.

The speed of this attack was too fast, and with Lin Luo's reaction speed, it was too late to use his body technique and sword shadow, so he had to tilt his body slightly.

"Stab!"

A ray of air swept across Lin Luo's shoulder, bringing a **** flower.

So far, he is still injured.

The warm blood, like a powerful medicine, ignited the killing intent of Xuan Turtle.

It continued to cut out sharp auras, covering the sky and the sun, forming a huge net, blocking all of Lin Luo's escape routes.

When everyone saw this scene, their hearts jumped to their throats.

At the critical moment, one side of the treasure seal floated in the air, like a mountain set in the void, blocking the big net of Qimang.

Earthquake Seal!

Life and death were at stake, and Lin Luo had to use this treasure.

"Mysterious Tongue Treasure!"

Daoist Zizhu's soybean-sized eyes showed surprise, but soon, he sneered: "Even if you can use the Profound Opening Treasure, then..."

Before he could speak, he saw that Lin Luo and Zhentianyin merged into one, and his breath soared again, and he stepped into the Xuantong realm with one foot.

This is the realm of oneness.

"Transcendent power, condensate!"

Lin Luo clenched his fists with both hands, and the power of the king's body merged with infuriating energy, transforming into pure Gang Yuan.

His aura was further strengthened, and he entered the realm of the real Tong Xuan.

After that, Lin Luo gently waved his sword and chopped the mysterious turtle into a thick fog.

The people at the foot of the mountain were all excited when they watched this scene.

At the same time, he also gained a new understanding of Lin Luo's power.

"Young master is too strong!"

Qi Rufeng, Zhao Long and the others clenched their fists.

Even if the first-class forces behind them possessed a number of Tong Xuan realm, but in front of the current Lin Luo, they were nothing.

After witnessing today's battle, they were certain that following Lin Luo was a very correct decision.

Compared to everyone's excitement, Daoist Zizhu narrowed his eyes fiercely, feeling dignified for the first time, and said coldly, "This junior of the human race is very rare, and he can't keep it!"

Lin Luo's combat power is extremely strong, which is terrifying. Now that he has entered the lower realm of Tongxuan with the help of a secret method, the strength he can exert is probably beyond the upper realm of ordinary Tongxuan.

This level of power has already made him feel the pressure.

If he is allowed to grow up, he may not be able to break the formation.

It must be removed to avoid future troubles!

"Hmph, do you think that when you reach the Profound Opening Realm, you will be able to turn the sky upside down? This Taoist wants you to know, what is fear!" Zizhu Taoist put away his dignified expression and became confident again.

On his body, countless waves of light suddenly radiated, communicating with the entire formation.

"Boom!"

The vortex above the main peak suddenly pressed down, and a purple peak that covered three hundred feet fell.

The whole body of this mountain is condensed by purple mist, and its momentum is monstrous, and it contains a terrifying power that surpasses one hundred thousand tigers!

This is the strongest blow that Taoist Zizhu can play.

Even the powerhouses in the upper realm of the Profound Profound Realm are unable to resist.

Only the supreme powers above the peak of Tongxuan can fight.

Lin Luo felt the terrifying pressure of Zifeng, and his expression was solemn.

"A blow to the sky!"

He used this move without hesitation, and the Gang Yuan in his body poured out like a dam bursting water, and in the blink of an eye, he cut out three sword qi that ripped apart the sky and the earth.

But even so, Zifeng was only broken open a corner, still suppressing down with a monstrous aura.

"not good!"

Lin Luo knew that he was invincible, and quickly pulled away to dodge.

But at this moment, the mountain shook, and countless purple bamboos spread, intertwined into multiple prisons, trapping Lin Luo in it.

This is a must kill!

Lin Luo's face was dignified, he slashed open the Zizhu prison with his sword, and escaped.

But being delayed for a moment, when he broke out of the siege, it was too late.

Zifeng, which was covering three hundred feet, had already reached the top of his head, casting a large shadow below and the cold wind whizzing.

At this critical moment, Lin Luo no longer hides, the golden light flashes behind him, the cloak is flying, and a pair of holy golden wings is about to burst out.

"Ugh!"

However, a long sigh dispelled Lin Luo's thoughts.

He quickly retracted the power of Fei Peng's bloodline, and the cloak slowly fell, covering his body.

As for Zifeng in the sky, it seemed to touch an invisible shield at this time and could no longer fall.

In the void, a tall and straight gray-haired old man wearing a brocade robe stood in the void, his left hand behind his back, his right hand stretched forward, palm up, doing a lifting action.

The agile power of heaven and earth flowed out from the gap in the space and merged into an invisible pillar that resisted Zifeng.

Daoist Zizhu's gaze fell on the gray-haired old man, and his expression changed greatly.

"It's you!"

"Jiang Ruochen!"

The ghost-faced demon stared at the gray-haired old man, only to feel fear from his heart, and said in a trembling voice, "Could it be that this old man is the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, half-step heavenly man Jiang Ruochen?"