Yang God

"God brother, ... Hong Yi came in, and there are nine Tianleitai that have surrounded us. These three hundred people Xian Tianjun sacrificed the emergence of the map! Their strength is completely united, and there is no return. The woman is in a big battle, and between us, we can’t refine it all."

The interior space is endless, time and space change, and the mysterious and unpredictable inside of the boat, the dream machine, Yang Pan refines one, one space after another, destroying millions of people inside.

In this series of battles, there are tens of millions of people, refining them, and the blood is getting stronger and stronger.

Up to now, the dream machine, Yang Pan, has fully refining the population of hundreds of millions of people, that is to say, the 300 million people immigrating to the virtual family, one third of them have been refining them all.

Huge blood, the power of the soul, filled the two artifacts, magic, body, and gods, it seems to explode immediately.

Hey, hey, the body of the dream machine, surrounded by blood and circles, the blood is like a satin, bright and beautiful, even the pure, transparent eternal light has changed It is bright red, it is really red by blood.

This Taishang Taoist Lord has really got the essence of heaven, killing one million people, countless spiritual ruins are destroyed under his hands, countless flesh and blood collapse under his mana, he is all peace of mind , motionless, ruthless, no regrets, always working, does not produce any sorrows and joys.

On the contrary, the Emperor Yang Pan did not have the mentality of dreaming. Although he refines so many souls and flesh, his heart is somewhat intolerable. He only gains strength and is not tempered by his state of mind, but he is so, he also I got a lot of things, and my body and soul have condensed to an incredible point.

He is not willing to kill too many people now. After refining 100 million people, he feels that all the spirits have been satisfied. Now only refining 300 people, a big creator, is satisfied.

In the past, after Hong Xuanji was extracted by Hong Yi, all the supernatural powers were calculated. If the master of the future uses the magical power of Hong Xuanji, he can create thirty or fifty human masters. It is also the magical power of Hong Xuanji, which is equivalent to fifty or so people.

And now, there are three hundred people, and that is equal to the power of six Hong Xuanji.

Although in the process of refining and chemical, there is a lot of wear and tear, the power leaks, the power can not be ever-changing, the ancestor Erlong is so pure, but if it is really refined, it can be equivalent to two Hong Xuanji.

"Hey, refining these three hundred masters, a creator, a lot of magic weapons, that fried, can help Xuanji restore magical power, by then"

Yang Pan also made a wishful thinking.

However, it is not an easy task to refine these three hundred celestial beings. In that space, the three hundred days of the immortal, and the illusory and sudden, suddenly took a large picture.

This picture is also a vast picture of the ancient scroll.

On the vast scrolls of the ancient scrolls, there are many figures of characters. These figures are worn in high crowns, ancient costumes, fluttering, or between pine trees, drinking and singing, or in the mountains. Playing the piano, shouting, or looking up the moon, or playing chess in two or two, or sitting quietly

Above the ancient scrolls, thousands of characters are floating ethereal gods, especially on the top of his head, one by one, all show the gods, and they have produced thousands of crystal feathers, which seems to be flying into a mysterious space. Going in general.

This scroll is a large-scale ancient treasure "feathering map" and a map, the thousands of gods painted on it, everyone expressed the true meaning of feathering and flying, containing the essence of the road.

Now there is no return to this "feathering map" suddenly overwhelming, filling the space, the three hundred people Xian Tianjun are standing on the map, it seems to be one with the thousands of feathers of the gods Everyone, Xian Tianjun, played the essence of his own martial arts, and put all his fists and blood into the array.

It’s awkward!

Suddenly, the power of this "feathering map", such as the waves of the sea, the surging, an iron fist giant, quietly condensed on the map.

This is only by the 300-person Xian Tianjun, a creator who uses the feathered map to condense the iron fist giant, and the four sides of the cymbal wear, not only resisting the refining of Yang Panmeng, but also changing and going out. , from the **** of the boat of creation.

"Dream machine, Yang Pan, you refining and enriching hundreds of millions of people in the central world, you can't make atonement in the death of a hundred!" In the center of the emergence of the map, there is no return to the palm of your hand, with a vast array of ancient scrolls. Open the hollow around the air, and the eternal light of the blood, trying to get in touch with the "Tian Leitai" outside.

"You are also in vain! Feathering map, this is the treasure of Taikoo Yuhua Road, it is an artifact, but it can't resist the Lord! Heaven reversal of the gods returning to the Yuan, listening to my order, too on the road, the urgency is like the law Give me broken!"

The dream machine talked, and he earned five fingers, suddenly in the palm of his hand, the blood red, the radiance of the mouth, condensed into a mountain, and the embarrassing pressure on the past.

boom!

This mountain, as soon as it hits the feathering map, it seems that it has been strongly shocked. When it is hit, it hits the soul. The blood is sprayed out, the hair is broken, the hair is scattered, and it is seriously injured.

"Eternity is not without, Changrong eternal life, and then eat this teacher a trick, eternal life!"

The dream **** machine is surrounded by blood, killing makes him rise again, his hands change his moves, and then he hits a mysterious trick, but it is broken, the universe is reversed, the thousand is broken, and the punch is destroyed.

When the boxing force came out, even the many spaces in the boat of creation were all broken, and the multiple arrays were all burst.

Yang Pan was shocked and snarled. "Dream God, you finally cross the river and take the bridge!"

In this blood sacrifice, the most profitable, no doubt, this is the Taoist master dream machine, and now between his mana, it is necessary to launch a final blow to break the feather map. It is ok to take away 300 people.

Destroying a hundred million people, he has gained enough experience in heaven, and killing more people has no use. It is no good for him to promote the sun and crush the vacuum.

This punch "immortality is infinite", one shot and killed, and the virtual return immediately felt the disaster.

However, in the next moment, this move was caught by another force, and the hard-wonness of the "immortality" was repeated.

"Teacher, this power is too big, don't know what the name is?" Hong Yi suddenly appeared in this space, hands and feet, issued a madness of light, resisting the dream machine Call the magical powers.

"Hung Yi, you still came in. Just this trick is that I understand the eternal life of Heaven. The longevity is not as good as eternal life. Only eternal life is the other side. I am working in heaven and finally realize the meaning of too much. To achieve the **** of yang, thank you for your crushing vacuum. After seven years, our battle will surely have a satisfactory ending.

The dream machine faces Hong Yi, smiles a little, and gives a tone and tone that has never been realized.

"Achieving Yangshen? Haha will never die, reach the other side?" Hong Yi looked at the dream machine, shook his head, and even the capital could not reach the other side. The teacher also rumored that the other side of the road, I really can't say anything to the teacher. However, after the achievement of the **** of the sun, after seven years, the teacher has a one-tenth chance. Hope is still not big. Because the seven years are too long and there are too many changes, it is very likely that the leader will fall because of this, in order to teach the Lord's behavior today, I should kill you. ”

"Yes? Then I will wait for you! Today I have got what I want, Hong Yi, come see you again in the future!"

The dream machine shakes his head, the body suddenly moves, the blood red is always... The constant light is skyrocketing, the body is turned into a **** long rainbow, and the shuttle is gone. Actually, the force of Hong Yi is forced to open, and it is necessary to shuttle out.

"Leave it!"

Hong Yi saw the dream machine to go, eyes blinked, the hand grabbed the past, and both hands flew, such as the fence like a claw, the five instinct between the five fingers with the power to crush the vacuum, after the first come, directly to the dream In front of the **** machine!

Fight!

The five fingers were caught, the eternal light continued to explode, and the layer-by-layer ban was completely penetrated. The layer after layer was broken. The eternal kingdom of this artifact, the hard shell, was actually caught by Hong Yi. wear.

Hong Yi’s grasp is the use of 10% of the power to leave the dream machine behind.

"The seed of origin!"

At this moment, the dream machine also displayed the means of pressing the bottom box. A seed was hit by him. It was the seed of origin. When he met the palm of Hong Yi, he suddenly exploded and produced the void power of infinity. , even slightly intercepted Hong Yi's grasp.

At this moment, the dream machine was separated from the empty ship of the boat of creation, without a trace.

Hung Yi’s mind immediately locked him, and he felt that his soul was constantly twisted, shuttled in time and space, and finally hidden in the depths of the endless universe, making it difficult to ponder.

"Good opportunity! Let's go out!"

Nothing back and three hundred days of the monarchs, saw the Hong Yi and the dream machine in a battle, so they flew out and could not help but move. Seize the opportunity, "Desperate to the map" broke out again, and he broke free of Yang Pan's restraint. Flying outside to the outside.

At the same time, the nine heavenly thunders, the illusion of the boat of creation, also completely appeared inside the boat of creation, and the formation of the feather formation is one, and these people must be completely taken out.

"How can I let you go out! Three hundred people, in the world of the thousand, can also cause a lot of disaster! Smash the vacuum Xuanmiao, the void collapses! Charge me!"

Hong Yi saw it all. Stretching out of the arms, it is like the 鲲 之中 in the 炼 炼 炼 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ".

At the same time, his hand crosscuts. He has cut off the connection between the nine thunder and the feathering map.

At the same time, his voice has also spread to the space of the boat of creation!

Suddenly, there was a lot of space, and he was tempted by him, and he was looking for a voice. Fly towards his body! One space, he was inhaled into the body.

These spaces include many immigrants from many days, leaving a total of about 200 million people.

"Hung Yi! You dare!"

The illusion of seeing his own feathering map was actually rolled up by Hong Yi’s voice, and he would fly into his body and could not help but roar.

"Don't dare, come in!"

Hong Yi's back is unfolding. With both hands in the circle, one grab and one shot, a lot of infuriating volumes rolled up the feathered map, and even if nothing else returned, no other roar was made, and it was really involved in his body.

For a moment, the dream machine goes! The emergence of the map, three hundred people, together with the virtual ones, the imaginary sister, was completely sealed by Hong Yi, suppressed at the bottom of Tai Chi Lei Chi, and suppressed together with Yang Shen thought.

This momentary change ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ even Yang disk did not respond.

Yang Pan only saw that Hong Yi repelled the dream machine, and then rebelled against the feathering map, three hundred days of the monarch, another move. Many of the population who sealed themselves in the void were attracted to the temple.

Millions of immigrants...and millions of immigrants, every space, millions, and millions of people, were inhaled by Hong Yi for a moment.

Yang Pan is also why. Because the thunder is attacking the boat outside.

In an instant, there were hundreds of millions of people who were directly charged by Hong Yi.

"Yang Pan, go!" Just then, a voice appeared in the boat of creation. When Yang Pan’s heart moved, his mind saw the shadow of the immortal god, a chaotic gas, injected into his body, and the deepest core of the boat of creation.

Yang Pan’s move. The boat of fortune suddenly shrank and closed all the infuriating. Go and go.

At this time, Hong Yi was originally in the siege of the law. He wanted to find the core and kill Yang Pan. However, Yang Pan had left the array and went straight. He had plans and did not catch up.

"A king of the gods. A thought of a god, a population of 180 million, three hundred days, and a virtual, you even your daughter, I am suppressed! You quickly turn back, if you still come to the world , blame me, you are welcome!"

When Hong Yi came out, he saw that only the people in the Central World were trapping themselves. He suddenly rose up and did not entangle with them. Instead, he issued the most severe warning and then flew away. .

He believes that they are not afraid to catch up!