The Path Toward Heaven

Chen Ya retracted her fist.

Countless stone powder rustled down between his fingers.

He already had three missing fingers, and was trembling slightly at this time, looking at some signs of detachment.

The face with cold lines is full of tired expression, even a little old.

Even if he has been brewing for a long time, he still consumes extreme drama.

He turned to look at the people between the cliffs and said blankly: "Now, you lose."

Tong Yan was silent for a while and said, "So you have been waiting for him."

Yes, after the tattered pirate ship saw the black warship in the Kuiper Belt, the previous generations of immortals began to set up this round.

They first need to determine the identity of the people in that battleship.

They all believe that Peng Lang is inside and is the most vigilant object.

They have all read the important one, knowing that Peng Lang's realm is extremely superior, the possibility of soaring is the greatest, and the most difficult to deal with.

They first determined how to deal with Peng Lang.

When he came to the surface of Mars, he found that Peng Lang was not in the field. Instead of relaxing his vigilance, the previous generation of immortals continued to execute the plan in silence, waiting for his appearance.

Peng Lang returned from the universe and was under the influence of the solar system's sword array.

Chen Ya suddenly launched.

The immortals finally lifted this greatest threat, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, except for Jianxian Ensheng.

He looked at Chen Ya expressionlessly and said, "You know his origins."

Chen Ya also said with a blank expression: "I can't die, I don't have that skill yet, but he doesn't want to stand up again, trying to destroy the grand array of the Patriarch."

He then said to Tong Yan: "You can't do it anymore, die or die?"

Tong Yan suddenly came to the field.

The atmosphere between the venues became tense again.

Master Yun opened his mouth slightly, trying to persuade a few words, and finally only sighed.

Tong Yan walked to the broken robot and asked, "Are you all right?"

Shen Yunbuan's annoyed voice sounded: "What do you say?"

Tong Yan said: "It seems that you are fine."

Then he looked at Chen Ya and said, "That's not over yet."

Chen Ya rubbed his eyebrows with **** tiredly, and said: "If you still count on that dog, we naturally have arrangements."

During the talk, the eight immortals, including He Xiangu and Shen Xia Shi, floated up, leaving the mountaintop at a rapid speed and heading towards all parts of Mars.

It didn't take long for the eight immortals to come to the mountainside cliff over a hundred miles away and sit cross-legged.

Eight extremely pure immortals rushed from the desolate surface of Mars to the sky dome, but they failed to enter the dark universe and were blocked by the invisible barrier.

From a distance, those diffused fairy tales looked like eight golden flowers bursting out, beautiful and heart-wrenching.

"Is this the legendary Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea?" Qinian looked at the spectacular picture and murmured.

Chen Ya ignored her and didn't look at Tong Yan again.

Peng Lang was defeated, and he would wait until later to use the Eight Immortals to trap or kill the corpse dog, and this matter was over.

The dim light fell on the top of the mountain, illuminating the head of Shen Yun's buried head in the light of a broken copper iron robot.

Tong Yan was a little tired, leaning his waist to look at the night sky, I wonder if he was praying that Lord Corpse Dog would not come back at this time.

Que Niang came to the field holding Yushan and Yuan Qu carrying Su Ziye, and quietly asked in his consciousness, "Can you find a way to inform Master Yexiao?"

Tong Yan shook his head blankly. Not to mention Chen Ya staring at them, they don't know where the corpse dog is at this time, what should I do next?

Shen Yunbu suddenly shouted loudly.

"That stone, do you know what this mountain is called? This mountain is called Mount Olympus. In the childhood of human civilization, it was once thought that Mars was the place where the gods lived. This highest mountain is the God Mountain. In those myths, in the end those gods died in this mountain, don’t you think it’s unlucky?”

At the moment, the fairy people in formation are gods and lords on their respective planets. They are no different from gods. Will they die here?

Chen Ya did not turn around and ignored him.

Qin Niang laughed bitterly, thinking that the defeat is now set. How did you scare them?

Only Tong Yan knew what he meant, and his eyes fell on his earlobe, asking: "How powerful is the explosion?"

Shen Yun buried said: "It's no problem to blow up this mountain."

Tong Yan said: "That's useless."

Shen Yun buried said: "Maybe the entire solar system can be seen."

This is to notify the dead dog with life.

Between the words, the evening of Mars arrived.

The dry ice clouds in the sky are very sparse, irradiated by countless light into countless ripples, which are somewhat similar to ocean waves.

Eight immortals surrounded the mountain, scattered in various places, and was constructing that large formation.

At the moment when the formation was about to be completed, a person came slowly and slowly in the distance.

It may seem slow, but it is actually a few miles away.

When the man came over, he was the first to face Xian Gu.

He and Sister Aunt looked at the figure and squinted slightly, as if they were facing an enemy.

It was Peng Lang who came from the windy sand and the twilight.

His sword was still tied by the blue light rope and could not be detached, like a man with an injured arm tied with cloth.

His face was pale and his chest was full of traces left after being burned by fairy blood. He looked like a wounded man who had just returned from the battlefield.

But no one felt that he was weak, that he was already vulnerable, because he, who was supposed to fall on the side of Mars and was difficult to stand up, walked over in the twilight.

There was a breeze on the surface of Mars, and his clothes and hair were brushed, falling on the blue light rope, making a tearing sound.

The most striking thing was the sword that ran across his neck.

The sword was bent very sharply, most likely because it was destroyed by Chen Ya with a stone pestle, and it might break in the next moment.

He Xiangu did not hesitate to sacrifice the most powerful magic weapon and exhibit the strongest Taoism.

The invisible big net hidden in the sky and the snow, caged forward.

Peng Lang held his sword sideways.

The sword is like a string.

He is the arrow on the string.

With a soft buzz, his figure suddenly disappeared in the wilderness and shot forward.

The invisible web was not broken, but was driven forward by his body, and the whole world seemed to hear the tension of something.

The gravel was rolling in the wilderness, and the fine dust danced wildly, but it could not leave the range of the invisible giant net, forming a dust dragon in an instant.

Peng Lang is at the forefront of Dust Dragon.

A loud noise.

He Xiangu was directly hit and flew into the cliff wall about ten miles high at an unimaginable speed. The hole was dark and I didn't know how deep it was.

The bright sword light was converged in the ordinary dress room and neckline, and the dust dragon also spread like a smoke.

Peng Lang's figure appeared and continued walking forward.

A few steps.

He came to the other side of the cliff.

There was an old fairy in white clothes and gray hair.

Peng Lang knew that he was the first master of magic, and said politely: "I have seen seniors."

Sudden defeat with Xiangu, the formation of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea has been unable to form, Shen Xianshi simply withdrew the immortal energy, looking at this younger generation and saying funny: "You are also in a strange manner."

That blue light rope was indeed unbreakable, and Peng Lang couldn't let him leave his neck, so he had to keep his Hengjian licking himself.

He smiled a little embarrassedly, and reluctantly adjusted the position where his fingers held the sword, so that the sword was a little farther from his neck.

Shen Xianxian suddenly smiled, and said straightly: "Please."

The voice fell, followed by a thunder!

boom! The sparse dry ice cloud in the sky was suddenly in chaos, and somehow a lightning bolt fell from somewhere, and disappeared in mid-air, leaving only a loud bang.

This thunder sound did not come from the sky, but from the snare drum in the wrist of the God Master.

The snare drum blew without a hit, all thunder.

The thunder sound crossed the distance of several miles, entered Peng Lang's ears, and also into his sea of ​​knowledge, shocked the soul slightly.

The jacket and the neckline overflowed with a faint sword light, and there was a very blurry light and shadow!

His sword ghost was almost forced out of his body by this thunder sound!

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This rumbling thunder sounded throughout Mars, and naturally spread to the cliff.

Yuan Qu and Yu Shan Xiu were not enough, and a sip of blood spewed out.

Qin Niang was seriously injured. She sat down cross-legged and guarded her heart with a pale face. She said, "Fight Shinto!"

When the gods beat the masters to fight the shinto, they took the way of the thunder and soul of heaven and earth to shake the way of the soul of the monk.

He has been soaring for many years and exerting all his powers in Dao.

Here is a cliff more than a hundred miles away. They can't bear the attack of that snare drum. How can Pang Lang be attacked intensively?

Tong Yanwang looked towards the corner where he could not see the hill, listening to the thunder that sounded again, his expression dignified.

Suddenly, there was a different voice in the sky.

The sound was a bit like Jianming, but it was not as clear as it was, very light and soft, and somehow it could not conceal the thunder.

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The place under the cliff.

More than ten lightning bolts fell from the sky without touching the ground, and disappeared in the air, leaving only a thunderous thunder.

The next moment, the power of those thunders was suddenly diluted a lot, because that voice came.

That voice came from Peng Lang's fingers.

He tapped the sword gently.

The sword, which had been bent, lay across his shoulder and looked like a musical instrument.

The same posture, when doing different things, is a different existence.

When fighting with Xiangu, Peng Lang's posture was to raise his bow and shoot himself, but now he is holding the sword for the piano.

His fingertips fell again, and suddenly turned into countless shadows, which could not even be seen clearly by God.

The sounds of swords rose continuously, gradually forming a line, like the sound of a piano.

The sound of the piano broke through the air, diluting the overbearing thunder.

The expression of the first master of the gods changed suddenly.

Peng Lang held the piano forward.

In an instant, he came to the cliff, and Hengqin cut the sword forward.

The snare drum was attached to the wrist of God's First Master by a piece of grass rope.

That must be no ordinary straw.

More than ten Daoguang left the sword body with the sound of the piano and snorted.

More than ten small flowers bloomed on the surface of the grass rope, revealing the material inside.

The wrinkles on Shen Daxian's face became deeper and his eyes colder.

Peng Lang took another step forward.

The straw shattered.

More than ten miles of deep cracks appeared on the cliff.

A crackling sound.

Two intersecting cracks appeared on the surface of the snare drum.

The sky was full of thunder.

"A strong sword." Shen Xianshi said in a mute voice.

Peng Lang stretched out a finger again and flicked toward the sword.

boom!

When the **** hit the first master, if he was struck by lightning, his whole body was suddenly dissipated, and he instantly retreated for more than ten years. He sat down with his eyes closed and began to heal.

Peng Lang adjusted the posture of Hengjian again and looked to the other side of the cliff.

There is Cloud Master.

There was no thunder on the surface of Mars, nor the sound of swords and pianos.

More than a dozen eyes fell on the ordinary swordsman, full of shock and confusion.

He came back from the sword array of the solar system, and suffered great losses.

Even his sword was bound by the blue light rope of Qingshan Patriarch.

Under such circumstances, he still wins two predecessors who are extremely powerful.

How strong is Peng Lang?

When he walks in the twilight, who can stop him? Could he change the whole war situation by himself? Do the gods really usher in their own dusk?

Master Yun wanted to fight Peng Lang very much, but for the sake of the overall situation, he knew that he should retire.

He floated up in the clouds, ready to join hands with the rest of the team.

At this time, a black Taoist stopped Peng Lang's way.

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Wu Enkai opened the patriarch.

Sword Immortal Ensheng.

Peng Lang stunned slightly and bowed his head to salute.

He still maintained the posture of the sword on the neck.

But it is not a bow.

Not playing the violin.

And like wearing a flail.

Dai Shao.

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(Posture is power~)

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