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Lin Feng looked at Yang Xuan, who wanted to escape. He chuckled and his right hand picked up the big day **** fist boxing again. The raging fire re-gathered in his palm and turned into a round of tomorrow, rising and shining.

In the next moment, Lin Feng’s big-day magical boxing bombarded in the void, and the void was distorted. The escaped Yang continued to be stuck in the two-space space fault, spurting a blood and being shocked back to the world. Lin Feng.

"Not only is the power strong, but even the mystery of the space is so deep, and the people who come out of the Tianmen Tianzong are all monsters?"

Yang continued to open his mouth and re-sprayed the door of the already injured ice, and then suddenly it was a blood spurt, but this time it was sprayed on the door of the hell.

At the same time, his Yuan Ying also sneaked out again, spurting out the essence of the gas, falling on the door of the ice prison, multi-pronged, the door of the ice prison re-emerged, finally recovered a few vitality.

But this scene is seen in the eyes of Jun Zi, only to make her feel more shocked about Lin Feng's strength.

"Yang continued this is a desperate posture." Jun Zi Ning's small mouth opened slightly, his face was shocked: "A person who was repaired by Jin Dan, forced a Yuan Ying ancestor to this point, himself It’s still a good look!”

Yang continued to look at Lin Feng with a sullen look: "Where is the sacredness of your lord? You can't be a nameless person in the Xuanmen Tianzong. The six disciples under the seat of Xuanmen, which one are you? ?"

Lin Feng looked at Yang continued with interest and suddenly smiled: "It seems like you are a monk who is married to Yuan Ying. Fighting with people will not be so much nonsense. You say so much now, I want to delay the time. Come to support you?"

Although Yang continued to change his mind, he suddenly silenced and closed his mouth, apparently being told by Lin Feng.

Jun Zi was shocked, patted his head, and hurriedly yelled at Lin Feng: "Yang family did have two Yuan Ying ancestors to Kunlun Mountain. He must be waiting for another ancestor to come over!" ”

"Reassured, he can't wait." Lin Feng shook his head. Raise your hand and draw an aperture in the air, the light in the aperture glimpses, the scene changes.

When the image in the aperture stabilized, Yang continued to see the picture, and his face was more gloomy.

Jun Zi Ning looked curiously and suddenly stunned.

In the picture, flying in the sky. The world of that side is dyed into a black and yellow interweaving scene.

A black old man, who is full of face, sitting cross-legged on a huge threshold, a baby light and shadow on his head, is already a baby.

Within the threshold, endless black sand flew out of it. Every black sand contains the power of horrible death. Ordinary people, as long as they are stained with a black sand, will immediately be wiped out by the power of death.

The soul will also be detained by the black sand. Then buried in the boundless **** of darkness and death in the threshold.

Different from Yang's communication with the ice hell, this black man's array. It is the communication of black sand hell.

With his own method of the Yuan Ying Dafa, the door of the prison, and the battle of the black sand hell, he has to drag the entire space of the party into the black sand hell.

... At least, he originally planned this.

It is a pity that he can only sit in the city, and the black sand that emerged from the door of the prison is unable to spread. He was immediately hit back into the door.

The long yellow sand flutters in the air, surrounded by the old man in black and the gate of the prison. It is impossible to break through and say that Huangsha is still gathering and squeezing in the middle, letting the black sand violent and unwilling, can only step back.

A young man in white, sitting quietly on the top of the cloud, the wind is beautiful, and under him, it is a yellow world, the black man is struggling in this field.

Yang continued to watch the encirclement of Huangsha getting tighter and tighter, and his companions could only retreat.

The white youth looked calmly down and stretched out his hands, pinching a law between the two hands.

The two left and right shackles are in front of the white youth, and they seem to be small, but in fact the incomparable water flows into the yellow sand below.

Condensed with heavy water, and eternal endless sand, the two powers of the artistic conception are united in this moment, and the flying yellow sand suddenly becomes heavy and turns into an infinite sand sea, which is pressed toward the old man in black.

The old man in black is like a small sailing ship that is bumping in the stormy waves. He wants to struggle, but he is directly overturned by a wave and completely drowned in the frenzy of the sea.

Yang continued and Jun Zijing looked at this scene, watching the old man in black and his door of the prison of sand swallowed by the mighty sand sea. In a short period of time, even a wave could not be turned up again.

After a long time, the quicksand stopped the movement and turned into a huge sand ball in midair.

There was a horrible wave of power in the sand ball, as if to break free.

Jun Zi can not help but feel worried, Yang continued to feel no better, but felt desperate, because he can see that it is not the black old man who has the ability to break the other side of the suppression, but not willing to be oysters, want Self-explosive Yuan Ying!

The white youth looked at the sand ball that was gradually turbulent, and slowly extended a hand, pinched the law, and shook a little against the sand ball.

The sand ball suddenly trembled, and the power of terror broke out, and it was squeezed inside.

This down pressure, even if the other side blew the Yuan Ying, it will not help, the power of Yuan Ying's self-explosion will be directly crushed by the huge force in the sand ball.

"I have no intention of killing you. The disposal of you will be decided by the lord of my Xuanmen Tianzong." The white youth is naturally Kangnanhua, one of the two elders of the Xuanmen Tianzong. He said faintly: "You are self-explosive at this moment." Baby, but I can’t help me, but I’m looking for a dead end.”

The struggle and resistance in the sand ball gradually weakened, revealing a trace of anger.

Together with the feeling of sorrow, there are still Yang, especially a purple dress, handsome and unspoken young people, like a smile on the side of Lin Feng, Yang continued to have no determination to resist.

The two ancestors of the Yang family were handed over to Kang Nanhua and Miao Shihao, and Lin Feng’s attention returned to Jun Zi Ning.

"You said, you are a disciple of Ziwei?"

Hearing Lin Feng’s problem, Jun Zi’s body slammed a spirit, and she now looks at Lin Feng, and there are some fears.

"If he was known by him, I used to lie to him as a shield. If he got angry, it would be bad." Jun Zi Ning eyes turned and coughed: "This brother... No, this uncle The younger generation is not a prostitute of Ziyan Dao, but my family is studying Taoism and has a deep relationship with Ziwei. I can... well, it can be regarded as a half-disciplined disciple."

The twelve-year-old girl, the little adult looks like an archer in front of Lin Feng: "The uncle is very raw, and he has never seen it before."

Lin Feng glanced at her: "Have you participated in the Wild Sea Law Society?"

Jun Zi Ning is actually playing drums. She did not participate in the Wild Sea Law Society. However, she and the purple-speaking disciple Li Kuiyin are familiar with each other. Li Kuyin is quite fond of her. She met a while ago and talked about things in the Wild Sea Law Society.

She fixed her mind and said: "Nature has participated, but I am too low to be on the sidelines, but the style of the Xuanmen Tianzong Masters is still fresh."

At this time, the little girl recalled every detail that Li Kuiyin told her. From Yue Hongyan to an enemy and two forces, the swords of the sun and the moon, the battle between Wang Lin and Knife Yuting, and the battle between Jin Lin and Zhu Yitong Jiao Junchen. The showdown, and the small and no singer all the way to the final.

In the end, there is naturally a peak match between Zhu Yi and Xiao Xiao.

"The more I think, the more I feel that this Xuanmen Tianzong is really strong." Jun Zi Ning said and said, can not help but leisurely, in the end, gradually a little excited, endless.

"I also asked the aunt of Li Kuiyin to give Xuanmen Tianzong the uncles to the peace, and to go through the ceremony." At the end, Jun Zijing couldn't control his mouth: "The Lord of the Xuanmen, I have seen it." It!"

As soon as the words were exported, Jun Zi had a slight sigh, and there was some remorse in his heart: "It’s awful, it seems that blowing the cows is a bit overwhelming."

She peeked at Lin Feng and said: "He only defeated Yang Xuan's martial arts supernatural powers. It seems to be integrated into the power of the sun's real fire, but it is more mysterious than that, as if all the flame power in the world is in control."

"At the ridiculous law conference, the only undisclosed apprentice of the master of Xuanmen is his eldest son, Xiao Yu. I heard that Xiao Yu is also the strength of the Jindan period, and he is the power of two real fires. Is this person?"

Jun Zi Ning carefully asked: "I haven't asked the uncle's honor number? Could it be Xiao Xiao Xiao Shishu?"

The voice did not fall, the sudden change of light and shadow in front of the eyes, the little girl dizzy, and when she re-established on the ground, she was already in a grand palace.

On the main seat of the main hall, sitting a young man dressed in a large purple robe, his whole person seems to be one with the temple, broad and vast like a cosmic starry sky.

When Zheng Zi’s heart was in doubt, the purple robe youth smiled slightly: “Participating in the Wild Sea Law Society, except for my mysterious Tianzong, the children of other major forces, no matter how high or low, the total number of 487 people Why is this seat not remembering where you are?"

Jun Zijing opened his mouth and looked at the purple robe youth on the main seat. After a long while, he came back and said, "You...you are..."

The purple robe youth smiled: "The Lord of the Xuanmen, Lin Feng."

Jun Zi stared at Lin Feng, stunned, and couldn't speak for a long time. He trembled for a long time, and wanted to speak. He suddenly turned his eyes and turned out to be fainting.

Lin Feng looked funny: "Is it really a child, still faint?"

A purple gas will hold the purple purple, not waiting for the little girl to react, and the whole body is numb, as if there are countless fine needles to gently stab her.

Jun Zi was so frightened that he stood up straight and looked at the expression of the little fox who was caught after stealing the chicken. He asked for a good smile: "Please also forgive the sins of the predecessors and forgive them."

At this moment, she simply wants to slap her two slaps: "Stupid, when can you manage your own mouth without a door? This time is terrible, miserable!"