Yang God

You are called Hong Yi! It seems that I am still reborn in the dragon pool, the power of the accumulation, come to you again! Your Tao is so powerful, I think it is a small look at you, but the next time I come back, I will not only be one! ”

The fierce dragon scorpion was conveyed from the nine fire dragons entangled in Hong Yi's body.

There was a strong danger in Hong Yi’s heart.

Bang!

The body of the Nine Fire Dragon suddenly exploded.

The infinite "Sun God" "Fire God" "Wan Xing Huo Mang" spurt in the middle of the explosion, Hong Yi Shuo's body was suddenly blown off half, the entire Buddha incarnation turned into a broken Buddha.

“There is no quantity in the past, no life.”

Hung Yi was busy running the mantra, the incompleteness was restored, and the nine fire dragons wrapped around his body had completely disappeared. It seemed that the soul had disappeared, and even the subtle thoughts could not be seen.

"In the world opened by the Sovereign, there is a dragon pool. After all the nine fires and dragons are destroyed, seven days later, they will be reborn in the dragon pool, and then use the potion of the water to restore strength."

Su Mu looked at the explosion, Hong Yi did not blow up: but restored the soul, but did not care, just using a slow language.

"Oh? The dream machine opened up its own small world? It is not a big thing. It is repaired by his eight robbing ghosts. It is a great supernatural power. It is not a difficult thing to open up the world." Easy to listen. Although the words show no care. But my heart rolled over.

Nine fires are too powerful. After the death, I can really be born again. This is almost the same ability as the past. I don't know how the dream machine was made.

A flaming dragon is so powerful that it has already been tried. The land is really powerful. Although it is not as good as Ji Changyue, it is compared to Xiao Yuran. The Condor Wang Hao. Black Wolf King. Even the Golden Spider King is strong.

One. Two. Hong Yi is now able to cope with the nine pieces together. Hong Yi also fled the land only. Even the escape is impossible.

Jiuyan Dragon. Nine major thunder robbers. This power. It is really shocking the world.

And Su Mu tunneling. Hong Yi has just noticed a sacred woman. I have already passed the thunder. However, it is also a strong robbery.

With the Tiandao Fengjian sword in hand, as well as the "Zhuo Shenzhong" and "Taiyu Tower" of Taishang Road, Su Mu can compete with the master who is twice as powerful as himself.

Not to mention that there are nine fire dragons around.

A Su Mu, plus a nine-fire dragon, almost just let Hong Yi fall into danger. Not in the midst of danger, Hong Yi has passed through a little bit of the past, and now the righteousness, I am afraid that it will still be in the midst of hard work, it will not be so easy to win.

Although Hung Yi still confidently wins, it also consumes too much power to consume more power than thunder.

"The Sovereign wants the blood of three evil spirits and refines the **** of heaven. The blood of these three evil spirits is really important to me. Hung Yi, I hope you will hand it over to me. I am too short on you."

After Su Mu saw that the nine fires and dragons had burst, they did not leave immediately. Instead, they silenced for a long time and suddenly opened their mouths with a soft tone.

"Oh? Reinventing Tianyuan Shendan?" Hong Yi's soul returned to his body. Among the seven apertures behind his head, three crystal stones with vague cracks flew out and fell into his hands.

It is the blood of three evil spirits.

"The Taoist masters of the Taoism are vast, and they have all robbed the blood of three evil spirits at the Jingyuan Temple. Is it still in the next three areas?" Hong Yidao.

"The Sovereign refining the gods, not only refining one, but practicing seven! So every drop of the blood of the evil spirits can not be let go, the lord is ready to leave, go to the temple of Jingyuan, to kill the other pope , Destroy the apologetic to the high **** 'Yuan Qi Shen.'" Su Mudao.

"What is it like to do this dream machine? According to the truth, he should kill the Emperor first, why should he kill the Jingyuan Temple? Is it to vent his anger? The thinking of the Tao is really unreasonable."

After Hong Yi listened, my heart became more and more confused, and I don’t know what the Taoist master dreams of doing.

"Refining the seven heavenly gods Dan? Then you can make seven people immortal!" Hong Yi said to Su Mu, dignified: "But Su Mu girl, if you promise me, Tianyuan Shen Dan, after giving me a I will give you the blood of these three evil spirits."

"You are not afraid that I will not fulfill my promise after taking the blood of the evil spirits?" Su Mu looked at Hong Yi, and his face showed a mysterious smile.

"If the Tao is not fulfilling the promise, then it will be considered, how can I be afraid?" Hong Yi smiled.

"Sorry, the lord is practicing seven heavenly gods, and can't give it to you. There are people who have chosen. The lords have traveled the world these years and have chosen five young talents to give them one by one." Su Mu looked Hong Yi’s eyes shook his head.

"Five young talents? One of the champions is one." After listening to Hong Yi, he frowned.

"It is true that one of them is the champion, and the other four are the masters who have already chosen. Their qualifications are all geniuses, above you." Su Mu uses a plain language. Dao Lai: "At the same time, they are also candidates for the new dynasty. I know that you help the prince of jade, want to win a big position, but that is impossible, the new dynasty is coming, all the people of the royal family, I am afraid there is no way out."

"Sure enough, it is to turn the hand into the cloud, and to cover the rain. I can't think of other candidates besides the champions. You have too many other candidates on the road." Hong Yi held the blood of the evil spirits.

"Of course, but unfortunately, the Sovereign did not find you as a talent, otherwise you are also a candidate. But if you are interested now, I can talk to the Sovereign." Su Mu sighed a sigh.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha." Hong Yi heard this, finally could not help but laughed and laughed, leaning forward and leaning back, like a drunken, poetry and great celebrity.

"Hung Yi, what are you laughing at?" Su Mu calmly said.

"What is Taishang Road? The fate of Hong Yi, the gods of heaven and earth can not be manipulated, too want to manipulate the Tao? It is a joke! Su Mu is for my mother's sake, today I will not deal with you! You Speed ​​away. Don't want the blood of the evil spirits. You have to forcefully **** it, and my men will not be merciless!"

The voice of Hong Yi suddenly became fierce.

"Sure enough, no loss is a great achievement. If you are not killed by the lord in the future, you must be a person who can cultivate into a yang god. It is my style. Although you are not too good, but I am too The style is not like the champion Hou, the outside is strong, and after seeing the lord, it is still close. Although his heart is another set of madness that is not in the same place."

Su Mu looked at Hong Yi, ignoring his insults, but in the eyes, there was a kind of expression of approval, followed by a sigh of sigh: "I Su Mu is not an entangled person. It is not your opponent, the future. talk later."

At the end, Su Mu fiercely smashed out of the air, and was actually pulled out of a crack and stepped into the crack, disappearing immediately and not blocking.

"Let's go."

Hong Yi used a finger, Yang Feng's wind rolled up the Qiankun bag, and three people rushed into the crack of the bag with the **** **** blanket.

When the Qiankun bag was shocked, the light broke out and it was about to break into the void.

However, at this moment, suddenly, the distant violent flight of the nine glory came. Among the gods, there is a man with a well-proportioned figure, a jade crown on his head, and a purple airflow between the eyebrows.

This man is really Prince Yang Yuan!

"Ah! Actually it is a bag! Leave me!"

Yang Yuan came from this flight, the speed was very fast, and the air broke behind him, bursting out a slight fire tail, like a meteorite. And when this came, it was the first time that the person arrived, and the voice followed.

The speed at which people fly is almost faint and the sound goes hand in hand.

This time, Yang Yuanyi saw the clear light, the heart was shaking, and the screaming between the screams, the nine-color light behind the head, violently twisted, in the void, condensed into a huge palm, this palm and Hong Yi's vacuum handprint is very similar, but it has two more gods.

Moreover, when the big hand prints are hit, there are countless smart scriptures flying between the palms. Every scripture seems to be alive, and the singer is out.

When the scriptures appeared, they immediately filled the heavens and the earth. Between the heavens and the earth, all of them were the voices of the singer of the Vatican. It seems that there are thousands of noble monks who walked together and recited the scriptures.

No one can hear any voice except the Sanskrit.

At the same time, the air in the entire space seemed to be pumped away, turned into a vacuum, an endless squeeze force, pressed from all sides.

The real "vacuum big handprint", the martial spirit, the immortal god.

"Well? I can't think of the prince Yang Yuan's supernatural powers. It's so big. It's a lot more powerful than a dead mother. I want to fight with him, but now is not the time, after I have written a fight with him, talk later!"

At this time, Hongyi, who has already entered the Qiankun bag, suddenly felt the shock of the entire Qiankun bag, and it was difficult to shuttle the void.

However, if the Qiankun bag really breaks into the void, even if the Prince Yang Yuan is ten times powerful, it is impossible to intercept it, but now it is the dividing point between the void and the real, but it is the Prince Yang Yuan. Grab the opportunity and violently destroy the real vacuum handprint, and cut it in, making the Qiankun bag stop.

Grab the opportunity of this moment and cast a way. The martyrdom of the prince Yang Yuan to capture the fighters is simply no less than the martial arts martial arts that is agile to the gods.

The general master of Taoism, the thought is absolutely not so smart.

Just when the prince Yang Yuan’s vacuum handprints captured the smashing of the Qiankun bag, suddenly, in the middle of the clear crack, five knives were vacated. It was Hung Yi’s instant, bursting out of the Tao. Knife".

Rumble! Rumble!

Hey!

After five consecutive knives, I slashed it on the nine-way Guanghua vacuum handprint, and cut it straight into the glory. The space that is bound on all sides is like a snow and thaw.

When the light was relaxed and banged, suddenly, the entire Qiankun bag had broken into the void, and the five knives that had just been issued disappeared without a trace.

The vacuum handprint of the prince Yang Yuan staying in the air was slightly scratched and caught an empty space.

"Who is the first step in the game? My intelligence is unparalleled in the world? One day, I found the whereabouts of the Holy Dorada, and immediately came to kill, but still being taken a step forward? Is it the champion? Yes, only the champion Hou’s news, better than me, will definitely know the whereabouts of the Holy Dorada. Is it in his hands? It’s not bad, he went to the wasteland~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and got the Yuanyuan Lingdan. It must have been supported by the dream machine! The Qiankun bag is definitely in his hands. It is no wonder that the father has recently taken care of him. He wants to cultivate what Hongyi is coming out to counter him! Now he has taken the first step. St. Doffer! Just the light, there is some breath of the Emperor's sword! It should be that he is good!"

Prince Yang Yuan did not seize the Qiankun bag, and immediately began to think, with a slight thought, his body flew in the direction of Yujing City.

Lightning in general, come and say, go and leave.

This series of actions, he came from, then shot, and then thought about leaving, no more than ten breaths.

At this time, under the manor of Rongzhou, there was a broken piece, and there was no one above. It seems that nothing happened at all.

"The vacuum handprint of the prince Yang Yuan is really authentic! I am pregnant, the real future has no classics, it is in his hands, otherwise there is no such great power between his shots, I am a knife, I can’t cut it. His vacuum handprint! Although I can do it with all my strength, I will probably have to pay the price."

Among the Qiankun bags, the golden spider looked at the body of the Holy Dorada.

However, Hong Yi did not look at the magic weapon he had taken, but he used the language of thinking.

"Prince Yang Yuan is not in the words, but just Su Mu said that in addition to the champion Hou, the dream machine has cultivated four young talents long ago. They are all talents in the sky. Do you know what characters?"

Zen silver yarn.

"Four additional geniuses?"

Hong Yi chewed.