Rebirth – City Cultivation

Black and black, like white and white, chaotic light, like a ruin of the gods and the thunder of the world, with the power to annihilate everything, this is the only way to display the imperialism of the five elements of the high-class Jindan monks Surgery.

In the hands of the real Jindan monk, a blow is enough to destroy the city, it is the Yanshan, which can be turned into a powder.

Although Chen Fan can only exert the power of one tenth or even one percent, it is also terrible. Under the land fairy, no one can stop it. It is the real land fairy and the danger of corruption.

"upbraid."

Ye Qingcang is very solemn and solemn. The roots are white and vertical like a sword. In the crystal-clear land of the fairy treasure, there is a ray of sunshine, and a sacred ape and gods open to release the horrible energy.

In that moment, the power of his whole body condensed only, as if it had become a meta point.

This element is in the body, walking through the twelve-story building, passing through the internal organs, and then into the soul of the purple house, until the heavenly spirit, as if eager to try, to open the Tianmen, jump out, and then become a fairy.

"Dangdang."

A **** mantle blows up flat, and Ye Qingcang integrates the power of the whole body into the blood-stained dagger, turning it into a blood red that runs through the heavens and earth, and greets chaotic lightning.

"open!"

Ye Qing Cang was so angry that his blood was boiling and his strength reached the peak of his life.

Chaos thunder, full of thighs, with horrible energy, slammed on the blood. I saw that the blood mans were like glass, and the inch was bursting, and Ye Qingyun was covered in it.

After the thunder flashed, the body shape of Ye Qingcang appeared.

Ye Qingcang retreats tens of meters, his clothes all over the body are almost annihilated, leaving only the red-red armor and the dagger in his hand, and the land of the celestial body, shoulders and arms that are exposed outside the armor. The flesh and blood disappeared, revealing a crystal clear jade bone.

He did not die, although he was injured, he still has combat power.

"Come back!"

Ye Qingcang’s war is like a mad man’s arrogance.

As he breathes between the earth and the earth, the blood vessels and muscles begin to emerge, and they are quickly repairing the treasure. These newly-growing flesh seems to be more powerful. Apparently, Ye Qingcang is undergoing a metamorphosis, and a breathtaking momentum emerges from him.

Although the resilience of the body of the earth fairy is far less than the body of the young emperor and the body of the blood, it is far superior to the mortal.

"I can stop my little five-line gods, it seems that your armor, at least it is also a Chinese spirit." Chen Fan smiled, no joy in his eyes:

"Ye Qingcang, you want to borrow my way, Tianlei refining, and thus breaking through the immortals, then see if you have this ability."

After that, Chen Fan was shocked again.

"Boom."

This time, the huge thunder column twice as thick as before, landed again. This thunderbolt passed through the void, and even the heavens and the earth seemed to be unable to withstand. Numerous elements boiled like sea water, and were evaporated from the air, showing a vacuum passage.

"Open again!"

Ye Qing Cang blood and mans, the black short sword in his hand, and the armor of his body began to burst into a blood mark. These blood marks are like ancient mysterious lines, releasing infinite power, even blood marks together. The power multiplier is obviously a complete set of implements.

"boom."

This time, Ye Qingcang is even worse.

He fell into a hundred meters, and a spit of blood spewed out. There was no completeness in his body, that is, the armor and the blood-stained dagger in his hand began to gleam. The power of the Five Elements of the Thunder is too horrible, it is the top quality, and there is no way to be hard.

However, Ye Qingcang is not angry and rejoicing, and his eyes are more and more prosperous. The imposing manner in his body is like the raging dragon that will rise to the sky, only to break free from the last shack.

"The third hit!"

This time, Chen Fan did not keep his hands.

The real element of the scorpion is poured into the implement like a tidal wave. The five ray prints **** the mana like a long whale drinking water, and then the thunderclouds in the sky are turned into five colors, and five ruins like buckets are lowered. These five-color thunderbolts are instantly combined into one.

"Hey."

I can't imagine this blow, how terrible it is.

In the eyes of the people, only the last one, the chaotic nameless thunder. The power that seems to be able to level the entire mountain has transcended the common custom and reached the level of the immortal.

"I am afraid that only the gods can display such a terrible blow."

Gu Gu, the teacher, said to himself.

Oleg and others, also looked dignified and feared.

Many Yanjing family members, even those with weak hearts, have long been kneeling on the ground, bowing to Chen Fan, fearing him like a god-defying god. As for Zhang Yu, he is scared and shriveled in the corner, shivering.

"A hundred years of cultivation, just in the present, give me a drive!"

Ye Qingcang gaze like a sword, with the unwavering will, the spirit of eagerness to try, but only half a step, jump out of the Tianmen, from then on the broad sky, the power of the mortal.

Hey.

A bodyguard and a fairy tales flew out of him. These instruments are at least the top implements, and even a few pieces, which is the level of the spirit.

Many of the Chinese powerhouses who watched the battle, smashed their chests and filled their indignation.

These instruments and spirits are all searched by Ye Qingcang and Kunlun for so many years. This time, they can be used in one breath. It can be said that half of the homes of the Chinese cultivation industry are basically empty. How can they calm down in their hearts?

At this time, Ye Qingcang was covered in colorful Huaguang. There were dozens of magical charms to protect himself. It was bombarded with dozens of missiles, and they might not be able to kill them.

"Booming."

The chaotic thunder column of the bucket thickness is unstoppable and is like a broken bamboo.

Whether it is a defensive spell, or a piece of body protection, in front of this thunder, it instantly collapses and is completely vulnerable. Only those pieces of the instrument can barely support it, but only between the fingers, and then they are annihilated by the thunder.

"The nine seals of the Lushan Palace, the royal thunder of the **** Lei faction, the twelve heavenly kings of Buddhism in the upper seat of the Buddhism, all of which have been famous for thousands of years, and the famous magic weapon of the immortal, could not stop Chen Beixuan’s blow? So, Doesn't it mean that he can hit the ground with this blow?"

Have sharp eyes, one by one to read the origins of various instruments.

Others, all face madness.

So many magic weapons are in the body, they are an ordinary person, they can all fight against the gods, but in front of Chen Fan, they are crushed and crushed, and the strong leaves of the celestial leaves, Qing Qing, I do not know can stop this blow ?

Everyone has no bottom.

Ye Jia, Kunlun, and the major Yanjing tribes are even more in their hearts. They all have big eyes and look nervous.

"It’s awkward."

I saw the colorful mask around Ye Qingcang, in front of Lei Zhu, like a fragile glass, just supporting the moment, I was destroyed. In the end, Lei Zhusheng was printed on Ye Qingcang.

"boom!"

The thick thunder of the bucket directly hits a **** mantle from the sky and squats directly on the main peak of Yanshan. The entire mountaintop is covered with horrible thunder.

When the thunder was exhausted, everyone looked and they all took a breath.

I saw the main peak of Yanshan, which is hundreds of meters high. At this time, it was cut off by the air, and the whole hill disappeared, and it was tens of meters less. The top of the mountain is as smooth as a mirror, without any plants, vegetation, gravel, etc. The ground is amber, crystal clear, just like a flame burned.

"Too horrible, too horrible."

What is the concept of a flat mountain?

Even if you are strong and powerful, you will be fearful in the face of such power. This is Tianwei! Only the power that God can master, modern technology, except nuclear weapons, can be done without any weapons.

"Ye Qing Cang?"

More people are wide-eyed and nervous.

On the hilltop that was seen to be flattened, there was a huge pothole. There was a **** figure lying in the pothole. He seemed to suffer irreparable damage, the light of the whole body was dim, and a blood-stained armor made a whining. The smashing is a few pieces, and the blood dagger in his hand has been interrupted for two.

"Ye Qing defeated?"

The golden priest did not dare to set the channel.

"No, he won? We have to witness the greatest miracle for thousands of years!"

The Russian veteran Oleg was shocked, and his eyes were soaring and shivering.

Other gods also showed their brilliance, and they watched the **** figure tightly. Even Chen Fan’s eyes were slightly stunned.

One second, two seconds, three seconds

Just as everyone thought that when Ye Qingcang died completely, he only heard a long sigh of relief.

The red figure slowly climbed up from the ground. He smashed his clothes and armor all over his body. He was wounded everywhere, even the jade bones and five internal organs, hair, beard, eyebrows, etc., were all annihilated by the thunder. The breath is very weak, as if it is going to die.

However, Ye Qingcang did not care, but smiled, smiled, and laughed:

"A hundred years of hard work, finally stepped out of this step - open the door, this mountain is Kunlun!"

Finished, in the eyes of everyone shocked.

A thick black hair, growing from the top of Ye Qingcang's head. As he breathed, the hustle and bustle of the heavens and the earth, like the milk swallows, poured into his body, and finally, formed a vast cloud storm, like a long dragon, directly shot nine.

Ten miles in a circle, the world is moving.

The horrible storm was brewing throughout the Yanshan Mountains. The people watching the battles were blown up by these storms. They were almost unable to stand and were shocked. The center of the storm was Ye Qingcang.

He carried his hands and raised it from the ground.

Arms, arms, thighs, chest, and a place where injuries were everywhere, quickly filled with new flesh and blood, so that at the end, smooth, heart, ice muscles. The heavens and the earth are more condensed into a black robes, and Ye Qingcang is covered in it.

At this time, Ye Qingcang, black-haired black hair, covered in the red sea, is very young, like a young man of 20 or 30 years old, even younger than Ye Beichen and Ye Nantian, the eyebrows of the eyebrows, the breath of the air.

Ye Qingcang stood in the void, and did not use the slightest magical spells, but stood out from the air, as if heaven and earth would hold him up. He is a perfect match between the world and the world. He is full of unparalleled rhyme, and he seems to be able to bring infinite power.

"天人"

Someone said with difficulty.

PS: The first is more, the author continues to write the second more O (∩ _ ∩) O