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Chapter 52: Reincarnation

The reincarnation of the reincarnation river is wrapped around Yunlang's body, and it seems to be the protector.

"It's incredible that you regained the reincarnation river!" The ghost's mouth didn't move, but the lady's voice echoed.

The misty as if floating in the nine days, but also like the mind straight into the cloud, clear as echoing in the depths of mind.

Yunlang, who has never practiced any martial arts at all, can withstand such coercion and deterrence. His chest seems to be smashed with a hammer, and he can't help but spit out a black blood.

Before reaching the enemy, Yun Lang has injured three points.

The samsara river swept violently, and went straight to the phantom. The clouds felt the monstrous anger from the samsara river in a trance.

"Sin Animals!" Phantom opened his eyes in anger and punched him with a punch.

Bing Yan raged, like a huge ice lotus burning, swept the reincarnation river.

The plaything he once bred in his hands now wants to attack him, which is hard for the illusion to bear.

"This seat has been able to subdue you, and you will be able to destroy you again today." The haunted expression of the phantom spirit loomed behind Bing Yan.

The white reincarnation-like reincarnation river rises into the sky and turns into a white dragon with anger, one at the mouth of the dragon, with a loud roar.

Roar!

The earthquake shook, the ice palace swayed, and the earth-shaking momentum was extinguished from the dragon.

The dragon swooped down and swallowed the huge burning ice lotus.

Not even a full hiccup, the giant dragon's mouth, like a mountain, slammed into the phantom.

Light as if supporting the wind, the phantom's body flashed, and it fell lightly on top of the dragon's head.

The icy breath raged on the fist he suddenly raised, and the pressure was getting heavier and heavier, and the dark clouds of the sky rolled, forming a vortex that enveloped the illusion.

The white dragon roared, and the dragon tail swept the mountain, sweeping on the ghost.

But this blow did not hurt the phantom much, and the power accumulated on his fist continued.

At this moment, it seems that the entire heaven and earth are used by phantom spirits. The heaven and earth are rolled over and overshadowed by the earth, covering the top of this snowy mountain.

Suddenly, standing against the sky, the phantom lingering in the cloud and vortex beside him fell like a blue pop, hitting the white dragon with an unmatched trend.

Bai Long's clear blue eyes slammed into the phantom, raised his head with a roar, and swallowed Yunlang with a gulp.

Yunlang didn't respond at all, is this reincarnation river crazy? It's inextricably linked to the grandson of Huan Ling, why did he suddenly turn around and eat him?

Seeing no enemy, showing loyalty to the enemy? Give a certificate of merit?

But it wasn't until he entered the dragon's body that Yun Lang discovered that he mistakenly blamed the reincarnation river, which was not what he thought.

There is a dragon outside, but within the samsara river, there is still river water.

A golden mark appeared on Yunlang's eyebrows, the shape was exactly the same as the curved dragon-shaped jade.

The golden light illuminated the dragon's body and merged into the river, and the clouds looked at this scene in surprise.

At this moment, he figured out many things.

Li Changfeng said that this ancient dragon jade is his thing, and the reincarnation of the river is endless, naturally knowing his identity, so he chose to recognize him as the master. Therefore, because of this, it is very likely that the ancient dragon jade will break away from the phantom and return to his hand.

The ancient dragon jade and the reincarnation river must have a certain connection, and this connection is very important, probably complementary and the like.

After eating Yunlong's white dragon, he instantly transformed into a gleaming five-claw golden dragon, and his power surged instantly.

Staring at the huge longan, Golden Dragon was not afraid, and the phantom that threatened the sky like a meteor ran from it, headed straight up, and bumped into it together.

Bang!

At this moment, the heavens and the earth seemed to be broken. A series of cracks spread on the iceberg, the mountains fell, and the rivers subverted.

The magnificent ice palace is like the lightly fallen leaves. Under the air current sweeping out, it is crooked, and it no longer exists.

Rolling black clouds, rolling into a ball, stagnation for a moment, the smoke disappeared instantly.

The dazzling sunlight poured on the top of this snowy mountain, illuminating everything, and the battlefield above the mountain was messy, and it was difficult to see a standing person.

In addition to still standing upright, a golden dragon with a heroic posture.

The phantom is missing, and under such a powerful attack, even he cannot bear it.

Yun Lang spit out a bite of blood again, as if the weight of the whole day was pressing on him, almost crushing his bones, and his internal organs seemed to be broken upside down, and there was no comfortable place in his body.

Sitting in the rolling river, the pain made Yun Lang's expression also twisted.

It's so uncomfortable!

The dungeon was lifted off, Li Changfeng leisurely stretched a lazy waist, nagging: "It seems that I bet on the right, fight!"

Bai Ming twisted the corner of his mouth and laughed mockingly, and said, "Let's go and help, try to get a good impression in front of Yun Zun, otherwise if you let him know that all these are the ghosts you made, the old man believes he will Kill you! "

Li Changfeng's complexion changed slightly, and he quickly said, "Yes, yes! Now I'm afraid I can't beat him! Yun Zun holding the power of reincarnation is still terrible."

Huo went ill and looked at the two gods and babbles with doubts and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"It's okay, it's okay, the little fart boy knows something! There's a fight outside, we'll hurry to see the excitement." Li Changfeng laughed, he burst out of the dungeon.

Huo went sick and looked at Bai Ming again, and said, "Why did I just seem to hear that you gave Alang to the pit?"

"That must be you misunderstanding, how can I wait for it to sink into the clouds?" Bai Ming said to Li Changfeng secretly with a reluctant smile.

Huo Qiebing felt that he had heard it correctly. The expressions of these two guys had betrayed them. This is definitely the way it is.

Did they give Alang a pit? Thinking of this, Huo went sick with a nervous look, and hurried out of the dungeon.

...

Under the Changbai Mountain, a long procession winds all the way from the mountainside down to the mountain.

The banner is spreading, and the murderousness is pervasive. This iron-blooded army of the Han Dynasty does not destroy its edge in this dragon and martial land.

The heavy black armor can only be seen with a pair of cold and stern eyes, a light and sharp knife, it is a new equipment, and the strong force of the Longwu Continent has also derived equipment that matches it.

The mountains were trembling violently, and the ravines spread out like an earthquake.

However, the speed of this army's marching has not slowed down, but has become faster and faster.

On the top of the snow mountain, the golden dragon and the roar that shook the world, everyone heard it and vaguely saw it.

Cao Xiang was like a whistle. He was running back and forth between the front and back teams, shouting loudly: "Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!"

The mountain gradually became steeper, and above the mountainside, it was a place of inaccessibility, where no ordinary person dared to go up.

Leaving the horse, Li Gan and Cao Xiang took the lead and climbed up the icy cliff with the cold wind and the tremor of the earth.

No one flinched. Behind Li Gan and Cao Xiang, this renewed Xuanjia Army, like a weak ant, began the journey to conquer the snowy mountains.

In the package of the white river, Yunlang's broken bones seemed to be slowly coming back. He finally felt more comfortable and seemed to be alive again.

Through the eyes of the dragon ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Yun Lang saw everything outside.

This violent impact like a desperation made the top of the entire snowy mountain transformed into a messy land of debris.

No, there is no debris at all, and there are broken pieces of ice everywhere.

The corpses, and the bright blood, make this piece of snow and paradise a land of Shura.

The phantom is not dead yet. He and Li Changfeng are fighting together, and it is inseparable from the fight. Bai Ming, the old man, looks insidiously beside him.

The samsara river changed back to his original appearance, like a ribbon wrapped around Yun Lang's wrist, which gave Yun Lang a hint of a woman's breath.

The deafening shouting of the killing sounds was abrupt, as if the Divine Soldier descended, and the black armor of the black tide rushed to the top of the snowy mountain.

But they didn't seem to find out who the enemy they should fight. Tianyumen's disciples didn't ask Qinghong to cover up.

Then the two sides fought like this ...