Sovereign to Immortality

"Booming"

A pagoda-like magic weapon flew, accompanied by an earth-shattering loud noise, a peak was hit by the waist, causing a large area of ​​landslides, large areas of earth and stone poured down like a torrent, and several mountains were buried along the way. .

Before the peak collapsed, an electric light had already flashed through the air. Yang Lan looked at the pagoda-shaped magic weapon that flew back to the sky behind him. He jumped his feet and said: "Which does not open your eyes and dare to attack you Yang. The uncle is not finished yet. If you have the ability to come out and see it, what is the hidden head?

When Yang Yu’s words were not finished, I felt that the void in my body began to solidify. The darkness in my heart was not good. I reached out and held a hand. A spear formed entirely of thunder light appeared in his palm. I saw him holding a thunder. In front of the line, a dark and dull space portal was opened, and Yang Lan did not dare to stop at all, and disappeared into the portal.

Almost at the moment when Yang Lan had just left, the space where he had just stopped, the previous pagoda suddenly appeared in the air, and the void under the pagoda began to solidify like a glass, and then there was a turtle. crack.

However, because Yang Lan left when he couldn't wait, the pagoda's blow finally fell through, and the power of the magic weapon finally converged, and the seemingly suppressed and ruined void finally recovered.

Over the collapsed mountain peak, an old man with a brow like a snow appeared there, dragging an octagonal glass pagoda in his palm, and staring at the disappearance of Yang Lan, and then saw him pull out a silver from his sleeve. The white bell swayed.

"Jingle Bell"

Along with a crisp ringing sound, a burst of invisible void ripples swayed, and the landscape in the distance seemed to be twisted.

There was a sway in the void outside the hundred miles, only to hear a scream, and Yang’s body suddenly appeared and fell from the air.

"A minor repair in the area of ​​Da Luo Wonderland, I actually want to escape the old man's palm!"

The white-browed old man sneered, holding the bell in his hand and shaking it constantly. The ripples of the void were transmitted to the hundred miles, making it difficult for Yang Hao’s body to stabilize in the air, not to mention the escape.

At the same time, I saw the old man with white eyebrows stepping out in a few steps, and the emptiness of his feet continued to condense. The distance of dozens of miles had already crossed in the blink of an eye. When he appeared again, he came to Yang Lan’s front.

"The old man is not interested in knowing your identity. Now I will give you two roads. The first one will be suppressed by the old man in the hands of this pagoda until you explode all the experiences after entering the world of Fengtian. The second is to let go of the soul. Let the old man plant the spirits to ban, and then use it for the old man. After the disintegration of Fengtian, the old man may let you be free!"

The pagoda rose again, and the surrounding void was already under his control. The silver bell in his hand was ready to go, and the white-browed old self-cultivation was now in the grip. Looking at Yang Lan’s gaze with a look down, tone Full of charity.

"Old man, are you sure you will decide your grandfather Yang now?"

Yang Lan was not too light in the tone of the old man of the white-browed old man. Now he really dare not act under the eyes of the old man. He can only lose some people and usually ask for some cheapness in the verbal, but the eyes are still from time to time. Looking at the sky above his head, for fear that the other party was irritated and covered the pagoda above his head.

The white-browed old man held a smile and said: "Your ray is really extraordinary. If you want to come, you must refine the body of Lei Ling. After all, it is still worse. The old man is the monk of the Dalufeng Peak. And a few magic weapons in your hands are restrained for you, you can't escape in the hands of the old man!"

Speaking of this, the old man's tone suddenly paused, and then the tone turned cold: "In fact, if the old man entered the Fengtian world and lacked help, do you really feel that it is your own skill to be able to circulate under the old man?" ”

Yang Lan heard the face suddenly sinking, and said with anxiousness: "So you still have mercy, you should thank you, Grandpa Yang?"

"Exactly!"

The old man of the white eyebrows is in the right direction: You should understand now that you must only fight one after another! Now investing in the old man, you can save a life! ”

Yang Shuo’s words are full of surprises, and looking at him is like watching a dead person.

The white-browed old man frowned and said: "The old man is not happy with your eyes, maybe the old man should take your pair of tricks off!"

At the time of speech, I saw the old man with the white-browed hand reaching for Yang Hao, and the two black lights had already arrived, and dug up on the eyes of Yang Lan.

The shape of Yang Lan is limited by the octagonal glazed tower, and the speed of dodging is extremely slow. It is almost impossible to avoid the two black lights under such circumstances.

If you look at your own eyes, you will not be guaranteed. Yang Lan shouted: "You will never come out again, and Laozi will become a blind man!"

In fact, before Yang Lan’s words were finished, an emerald green root had already pierced the void that was imprisoned by the white-browed old man, and appeared in the place where Yang Lan’s side was unwilling.

"Hey, you are a good friend, and you are also a great fairyland. Please also be self-respected. Is there such a sigh of sorrow and sorrow?"

The sound of the banter sounded, and Yang Hua’s figure had already emerged from the void passage opened by the roots of the world.

As soon as it appeared, Yang Hua had already perceived the power of imprisonment in the surrounding voids. He looked up at the octagonal glass tower suspended above his head, and his brow was slightly wrinkled. He saw that he was holding the seven treasures in the direction of the glass tower. It’s a brush.

Although the octagonal glass pagoda and the seven treasures are generally the next product, but this pagoda is a space-type heavy magic weapon, it is extremely difficult for Qibao Miaoshu to brush this magic weapon at once.

But even so, Yang Hua brushed down and brushed the glass pagoda in the middle of the air as if it would fall down in the next moment, and the void that was originally imprisoned was lifted.

In the first time, Yang Lan sacrificed the Thunder's spear, and flew the two to his own purpose, but it turned out to be two eye-catching birds.

"You still have a helper!"

The old brows of the white-browed brows wrinkled, and the gods instantly spread out around them. No one else was found except the two in front of them.

"Even if it is two people, it is only two monks who have entered the Great Luojing. It is worthwhile, but it is good to collect the two big Luojing."

Although things are beyond the expectations of the old-fashioned old man, he still has absolute confidence in himself.

Only the extremely miserable Yang Lan, who had been suppressed before, was so grievous in his heart that he could hear the arrogant words of the old-fashioned old man. He couldn’t help but feel the anger of his heart and shouted: "Old man, who do you think you are? !"

The voice has not fallen, and a purple-golden thunder has been shot out of Yang Lan’s eyes. Yang Hua, who is on the side, wants to stop.

At that moment, I saw the slender thunder, and at the moment of the appearance, I had already torn the void in front of me and went straight to the face of the old man.

Only the old man with the white eyebrows was equally extraordinary. At the moment when Yang Lan’s shot, the silver bell in his hand had already rang, and the layer of void corrugated with the bell to form a space fold, trying to This purple-gold thunder is consumed midway.

However, the speed of the Zijin Leiguang did not slow down at all, but the space wrinkles that rushed to the thunder, but they began to melt by themselves when they touched the thunder.

"Chaotic Reality!"

The old man with white eyebrows screamed and hurriedly flew back. At the same time, he saw the source of the celestial scent above his head, forming a three-flowered fascinating fascination, in which a purple light lingered, but at this time it flowed like a waterfall. Collided with the Zijin Leiguang.

There was no sound in the void, but the two magical encounters began to annihilate each other, and the surrounding voids almost turned into chaos in the silent, whether it was Yang Lan and Yang Hua, or the other side of the white eyebrows. The old man, the three of them all retired backwards, for fear of being surrounded by two supernatural powers.

"Chaotic spirits, this old man actually has chaotic magical power!"

Yang Lan screamed with an unexpected look, but it seems that there is not much fear. While avoiding the two remnants of the magical power, he and Yang Hua are separated from each other. It seems to be going back to the past to surround the white-browed old man.

Chaos is not invincible, but at the moment, this road can compete with the purple gods and mines on the level of supernatural powers. Naturally, it is only the magical magical power of the same chaotic environment.

The white-browed old man seems to have realized this at this time, whether it is Yang Lan or Yang Hua, although both are just the strength of Da Luojing's early stage, the strength and tacit understanding that can be demonstrated in the fighting, but it makes him not very good. The hunch, until the chaos of the gods, the purple scorpion **** thunder appeared, making his hunch more intense.

Even if the other two players join hands, they may not be his opponents, but they do not seem to be afraid of him!

He even perceives that he has noticed that the two men are bypassing the aftermath of the two chaotic realities, and it seems that they still want to join hands to confuse him.

Where do these two people come confident?

At this time, the old man with white eyebrows has regained control of the octagonal glazed tower in his hand. In the case of unclear the intention of the other party, he will hover his life to protect his body and make himself invincible.

But at this moment, the gods of the white-browed old man suddenly caught the abnormal fluctuations from the void behind him, and turned his face in a hurry, but he saw that the same emerald green roots were being retracted from the void. In advance, there was no sign at all, but in the original place, there was another monk in the early days of Da Luo, which was Yang Lanxian.

At the same time as the old man turned white, Yang Lan smiled coldly, and the moment he stood up, he formed a four-sided stone sarcophagus, glaring at Xuan Huang Guanghua, and squatting toward the glass pagoda hanging over the head of the white-browed old man.

At the same time, Yang Lan’s Thunder Spear, Yang Hua’s Qibao Miaoshu also shot at the same time, three three-body incarnations, three pieces of the next product, three chaotic realities, with a tacit understanding of the ultimate cooperation, from different directions The white-browed old man launched a siege, so that the other side could not avoid it!

"bang"

Among the loud noises of the earthquake, the octagonal glass pagoda was the first to be attacked by the scorpio, and the scorpion was immediately shaken, and the pagoda was also knocked over in midair.

"puff!"

The old man with white eyebrows vomited a blood, but he saw a colorful brilliance brush in the sky falling under the pagoda, and finally brushed his life magic weapon.

The white-browed old man realized that it was not good. He offered a silver bell and tried to break through the encirclement of the three.

Unexpectedly, a thunder and light shot came, and the "叮" sounded the bell again.

On the top of the white-browed old man, the three-flowered origin method rises in the sky, and a waterfall-like purple light flows through the void, trying to open up an escape path for him.

Unexpectedly, Yang Hua opened his mouth and spit. A piece of mixed purple light rendered a half-day sky, and the half-empty purple light of the waterfall was like a splash, and the natural streamer splashed everywhere.

The stream scatters on the peaks of the mountains and then melts. When it is scattered into the jungle, there is a forest withered, and a basin is formed on the ground.

The two chaotic magical powers compete with each other. Wherever they pass, the terrain of this area is greatly changed!

However, at this time, it was already turbulent under the influence of the Great War and it was fragile to the ultimate void, but at this time it was once again opened with a huge void.

And this crack looks like a closed eyelid. At the moment of its opening, there is an infinite amount of light that begins to release, and when the eyelid is fully opened, the infinite ray is turned into an infinite amount of light. Even the chaotic magical power of the old-fashioned old-fashioned man and the inconspicuous turbulence caused by the congenital mixed spirits are all rendered and penetrated by the thunder of the eyes!

"Ah...ah..."

In the sudden stop of the call, the body of the white-browed old man was annihilated in the white light of the infinite thunder, and eventually the bones were gone.

When the purple gold eyelids in the sky finally closed, the purple light of the sky dissipated, and the broken voids gradually closed and recovered. The three corpses of the three corpses saw the deity Yang Junshan. I don’t know when it happened to the place where the white-browed old man was annihilated. Over the sky, and in his hands is playing a silver-white bell.

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