Fantasy, The Cultivation Base From The Previous Life Cannot Be Sealed

Yuanshen Expanding Aperture?

dreaming?

What the hell is this mess.

Jin Zhengming, the patriarch of the Holy Dragon King Dynasty, and the old man Yinshan looked at each other, confused about the situation for a while.

But the terrifying aura of the other party is real.

"Who are you?"

The old man Yinshan on the side shouted and asked.

There was some lack of confidence in the voice.

This primordial spirit was clearly there just now, but why didn't he feel his existence at all.

Could it be hell.

Cultivating the primordial spirit is the only way for every God Transformation Realm cultivator, and the God Transformation Realm powerhouses present can also do it.

However, no matter how powerful the primordial spirit of ordinary cultivators is, they dare not show it easily in front of the enemy. Otherwise, once the primordial spirit is damaged, the body will be severely injured.

In the worst case, the foundation is injured, and in the worst case, he dies on the spot.

But the person in front of him looked so confident that he had absolute self-confidence.

"You may not have heard of this name, but his wife is Shui Rou'er, the eldest princess of the Tianshui Dynasty. You dare to plot against her. I really want to blind you."

When Zhengdao Jin Zhengming and old man Yinshan were in doubt, Shui Ruohan who was hiding behind spoke again.

The tone is full of gloating.

"what?!"

Now Jin Zhengming panicked. According to his information, Shui Rou'er had a private life with an ordinary businessman who didn't have any Cultivation Base. How could there be another master with such a terrifying Cultivation Base?

If that's the case, I'm afraid things will be a little big.

"This fellow daoist, is there some misunderstanding between us?"

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding is there? Today I am going to be completely crazy. In reality, I am only allowed to strike hard in my dream!"

【Huo San; I feel like I've heard this sentence somewhere before. 】

"Since the fellow daoist insists on this, don't blame the old man for being ruthless."

Before he finished speaking, Jin Zhengming secretly mobilized his palm and slammed towards Huoyun.

"Senior! Dangerous!"

But when Shui Ruohan yelled out, that powerful palm had already slapped on Huoyun's primordial spirit.

As the Spiritual Qi surged, a strong airflow spread out, forcing everyone around to take a few steps back to avoid the sharp edge.

Kim Jong-myung, who was in it, was bearded and haired, and his robes were loose.

"Jin Zhengming, you old dog actually engaged in a sneak attack!"

Shui Ruohan roared angrily.

"Since ancient times, soldiers have never been tired of deceit. The two armies are fighting to the death. How can you say that the gold fellow daoist sneaked in?"

The old man Yinshan grinned lightly, it would be great if Jin Zhengming could wipe out a formidable enemy with a sudden palm.

Huo Yun, who was attacked by surprise, felt the real strength just now, like a back massage, and couldn't help but feel a little happy.

"It turns out that the feeling in the dream is also so real."

At this moment, he found that his whole body was on fire.

Before, he had fought against mountain boulders in his dreams, but he had never fought against anyone before.

Really excited.

Immediately, he raised his hand and clasped Kim Jong-ming's wrist.

Makes the latter feel bad.

But when Kim Jong-ming wanted to withdraw his palm, it was already too late.

No matter how much strength he exerted, that palm couldn't move half a cent, as if it didn't belong to him anymore.

"Aren't you the Holy Dragon King overbearing? Didn't you want my wife to be a slave? I'll let you taste my strength."

Huo Yun opened his eyes wide and sharp.

In this dream, he wanted to release all the grievances of twenty years.

The palm of the hand was exerted forcefully, and there was a crisp click, and Jin Zhengming's wrist was twisted out of shape.

The pitiful howl of killing a pig resounded through the night sky for dozens of miles.

【Huo San: Dad, you are old enough to be ruthless and have the qualifications to be a strong man. 】

When Jin Zhengming broke free, the entire forearm of his right hand was ripped off.

Blood was sprayed across the entire night sky in an instant.

Everyone around watching, including Shui Ruohan, all swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

This is too fierce.

"Yinshan fellow daoist, don't watch the excitement, let's go together, or else he will let you go after he cleans me up!"

Kim Jung-myung yelled in horror.

"Ex...senior, let me help you too."

Shui Ruohan looked at Huo Yun with a somewhat ferocious expression.

"No, just stay and go, in my dream, let me vent!"

"Oh."

Shui Ruohan agreed, and stepped back in a hurry.

At this time, none of the people on the side of the Holy Dragon King made a move to stop it.

【Huo San: Daddy is so domineering! 】

Shui Ruohan had just left the scene over there, but Huo Yun couldn't wait to make a move here.

This time, he was not in a hurry to strike at Jin Zhengming who had fled far away first, but threw out a punch casually, wanting to try his strength first.

But this try doesn't matter, it directly blasted the Daoist shadow on the right into debris.

"This person is crazy, hurry up and shoot together!"

Jin Zhengming's only remaining palm quickly formed a seal, and the phantom shadow of a huge palm with more than ten feet in length bombarded towards Huoyun overwhelmingly.

On the other side, the old man Yinshan also protruded from behind countless black chains condensed with Spirit Power to bind Huoyun tightly.

"Hmph, is that all you can do?"

Huo Yun snorted coldly, first the Spirit Power burst out, breaking all the chains around him.

Then he punched out violently, and a fist shadow several times larger than the palm print appeared in front of everyone.

In an instant, the palm print was completely swallowed by the shadow of the fist.

Looking at the gradually enlarged shadow of the fist in front of him, Jin Zhengming even lost the courage to avoid it.

It was so solidly attached.

Fortunately, he was not in pain, and he went to see his ancestors without a sound.

"And you!"

Huo Yun turned around and stared at Old Man Yin Shan.

"I heard that you are going to do some kind of ghost art?"

"No...no...I must be dreaming..."

"Quick... slap me quickly!"

The old man Yinshan backed away, speaking incoherently.

"Yes, this is a dream, but in my dream!"

Huo Yun sneered, and slapped Old Man Yin Shan with his backhand, turning him into blood mist.

"Now, it's your turn!"

Huoyun scanned the practitioners of the Holy Dragon King Dynasty surrounding him, and the hundreds of thousands of troops under his feet.

run!

These are the two words that flashed from the bottom of everyone's heart at the same time.

However, Own's body just couldn't move an inch, as if it had never belonged to him.

"Today, none of you can leave."

"If it weren't for your holy Dragon King dynasty, how could I have been separated from my wife for nearly twenty years without any reason."

"Now you still dare to make up her mind."

"So, you all deserve to die!"

After the words fell, Huo Yun didn't hesitate any longer, and flew into the enemy army.

This night is bound to be an impressive night.

The army of the Tianshui Dynasty, who were lucky enough to see such a spectacular sight, may never forget that illusory figure that crushed the Holy Dragon King against an army of millions.

If there is no such person, perhaps they are the ones who were killed and fled in embarrassment.

It wasn't until later that the soldiers of the Tianshui Dynasty knew that the person who single-handedly slaughtered the millions of soldiers of the Holy Dragon King that day was the useless son-in-law they had secretly ridiculed for more than ten years.