Zhutian Avenue

A sigh swayed in all directions along with the retraction of the starlight hand, sounded everywhere in the starry sky, everywhere.

This voice did not have too strong tone fluctuations, flat and straightforward, but it struck people's hearts like electro-optical lights, so that everyone who heard his voice shuddered like an electric shock.

Master!

Great master!

Zheng Longqiu, Feng Changming, Mo Changfa and others all had a condensed look, and they couldn't stop looking at it as they retreated.

I saw the stars surrounded by phantoms and phantoms. A young man with white hair and white eyebrows sat cross-legged on a lying cowstone. In front of him was the stone tablet chased by them.

On its side, the starry sky is surrounded by the sea and the river, and the light reflected from the stars shrouds it. The vast majority of the stars are a bit illusory. Only a golden sun seems to be burning. .

This is actually true?

Take the galaxy as the real shape?

A few people are a bit incredible. They are the only masters of the real world. They have never seen it in this life. It is not that this way cannot be cultivated, but it is out of date.

Before the era of mythology, the real form of Tianzun opened the first realm of martial arts, but since the era of mythology, after the opening of the second realm of the spiritual phase, Tianzun, there have been very few monks who practiced the real form.

Not to mention, after experiencing mythology, ancient, ancient, ancient, and ancient, Guanglong Tianzun pushed the Nine Realms to the present after the Eleven Realms.

This sense of violation is just like the Xuanxing College Entrance Examination. It is clear that many subjects can be learned and tested, but they want to take a special trick, although there is a possibility of success in theory.

But the difficulty is not directly proportional to orthodox practice.

"......yuan......"

The blue narcissus, who was standing in the distance, shook his body, and his face was flooded with extreme incredible.

really?

He was in a trance, he doubted his life for the first time in his life, and doubted his own eyes, could he be wrong?

Baby Mo is no better than him.

He couldn't help but mark his height, and at the same time he also had a very strong sense of frustration. He was clearly a few years old...

Wow~

Starlight is like water.

An Qisheng sat on the lying stone, quietly perceiving the dramatic changes in his body.

The skin and bone membrane, the flesh and bone marrow, are all transformed in the tumult. Although the repair of Wanyang Realm is also called mana, in An Qisheng's view, it is more appropriate to describe it as "blood gas".

All power comes to you!

The practice of Wanyang Realm is different from that of Jiufu Realm, and the human path is different. The latter two are more or less particular about the unity of heaven and man.

However, Wanyang Realm is like a black hole, devouring spirits to transform blood, warming up the body and spirit, and even opening up a ‘dongtian’ that belongs only to you!

It is better to say that this world is Wuxiu than physical training, and war training!

For him to repair the "Tai Chi Divine Court", it has a huge effect beyond imagination. Under the **** atmosphere of Wang Yang, his five internal organs condensed again, hair, teeth, eyes, and even the lower body have been born. 'Supernatural power' comes.

It has only been half a year since I came to this world, and my physique alone has surpassed his ninety years of practice in the human world, and it is far more than that!

The general transformation of leaps and bounds, if it is changed to this world, even if it is a kind of arrogant person, it will have great discomfort, unable to control the power, and there will be things that are not always effective.

Mo said that against the enemy, even walking is difficult.

But of course there is no such thing for him. He has walked all the way. Since the inner fist started to take meticulous control, the magnetic field of heaven and earth can be replaced and operated, and his body naturally does not need to say much.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Dharma indestructible sounded far away, implied vigilance, and dared not take it easy. Those who practiced one level alone might not be as bad as those in the same level.

The vastness of this person's real form is almost comparable to the sky, although most of them are still in illusion, at least they are masters of the same level as them.

More importantly, although there is a vicissitudes of life in this person, it seems that the bone age is not very old, obviously a genius, there is a possibility of a shadow of great power behind him.

Zheng Longqiu and others all watched coldly, with vitality all over their bodies, blood fluttering, magic weapon surrounded, ready to shoot at any time.

In my heart, I kept searching for the information of the person in front of me, but I got nothing.

"There is no way to destroy the Love Dao? I heard that there is a mysterious magical word "Three Seven Destroyed Traps" in the Love Dao.

An Qisheng stared at the man and suddenly smiled: "My name is Yuanyang, you try it, whether it cursed me!"

In the 30 million years, I don’t know how many magical secrets there are in the world. In addition to the killing and tactics, there are various magical secrets aimed at Yuanshen.

But by this time, his strongest was still not his physique, but had already condensed the expression of ‘Tai Chi Taoist’ from ‘Shenhua’.

"Who the **** are you? I don't seem to be one of your lords among the Dongzhou monks!"

Zheng Long begged for a faint light.

Martial arts practice, law first, resources second, there is not enough magic medicine, spirit material, even if the talents are different, it is impossible to cultivate the climate.

Not to mention that this person seems to be in one state.

This practice is ancient and primitive, not efficient, extremely slow, and consumes more resources.

If this person is a person of Dongzhou, they cannot be without hearing.

"Zheng Longqiu in Jingyang Mountain, I heard that you are training one of the six true forms of Jingyang Mountain, "Is it true?"

An Qisheng glanced at everyone.

There are too many practitioners in the Wanyang world, so the news is often very widespread, and there are few real retreats.

At this time, these dozens of people are all well-known masters in spiritual practice.

In the view of many people, the state of ten thousand laws has already existed as a giant. In fact, such masters can become elders in any of the three sacred places, other than the Taiyi Gate.

Of course, it is also qualified to be in touch with some truly secret existences of several major sects.

"The cave of the Fushan useless Taoist is given to my disciples by my calculation. No matter who you are, I never want to take away all the trees and trees!"

The sword was buzzing behind Feng Changming, his eyes cold.

"One plant and one tree?"

An Qisheng glanced at him, then grew up.

Rumble~

The moment he got up, the Huoshan humming and shaking beneath his feet thousands of feet high, and the vast and vast ‘Dongtian World’ emerged.

Suddenly, it has already submerged into the star of the golden sky in the starry sky.

The entire cave world has been completely refined by it.

It's just a moment apart.

"..."

The blue narcissus had a cheeky face, and this was the "Fate" given by Tai Yimen, which was a true biography of him.

Watching things be taken away, Rao is indifferent by nature, and his heart trembles.

Looking at the original place, there was only one huge abyss. Under the abyss, there was the body of a dark golden gold-winged Dapeng who had not known how long he had died.

That Dapeng's body may not be bigger than Peng's sixteenth, but it is extremely restrained. Pieces of feathers are shining with dark gold, like the most beautiful treasure in the world.

After more than 20,000 years, this Dapeng certainly didn't have life, but the stern, cold and violent breath burst out at the moment when the Xishan disappeared.

With more than 20,000 years of death and such power, it can be seen how horrible it was during his lifetime. It is not only a big demon, but also a big demon infinitely close to the rank of prince!

In the same rank, the big demon is stronger than the human power, and this golden-winged Dapeng is a demon in the demon. Although it has not been sealed, its body is afraid that it is already the strongest under the seal. !

"That's my ancestor!"

Far away, Peng Sixteen exclaimed and stepped forward, and then the color changed.

Because at the moment when the Saving Mountain disappeared, a large starlight hand had already hung down, holding the body of Dapeng, and it was also put away.

Not even the root hair was left.

"Let go of my ancestor!"

Peng Sixteen roared halfway, and the scarlet blood spurted out of the Seven Tips. The boiling blood and blood almost shattered his frequently broken body.

And his half-screaming, but did not seem to attract the attention of others.

Click~

Starlight cracked with big hands.

An Qi stood in the sky, his white hair danced with the wind, and swept the people lightly, and fixed it on Feng Changming's body: "Every grass and tree is useless, so there is no hair left. How do you think? "

"Extreme arrogance!"

Feng Changming's eyes condensed, and his heart was furious. Between the steps, the carrying sword had already taken off, and a jump had already waved a sea of ​​sword light.

Under the urging of the cold killing machine, he suddenly crossed thousands of miles and beheaded towards An Qisheng.

Jianguang pierced the sky, fiercely, extremely sharp, the void, the starry sky, all visible and invisible things were cut into two distinct lines.

The stars hanging in the starry sky seemed to be excited by the sword and almost fell down.

The true form he repaired is also one of Taiyi's nine great forms, called'Dao Zhu Zhu Xianjian', which is the most fierce method of killing and cutting among Taiyi's nine great forms!

"Yuanyang!"

Fa Wuzhi shouted, the blood around her body suddenly seemed cold, and the black gas spreading like ink suddenly turned into a mountain-like black book.

On the pages of the book, the law and theory are intertwined, the truth is hidden, and the faint light is exuded, suddenly there is no wind, and two large characters flash at a very fast speed:

Yuanyang!

Buzz!

At the moment when the Sanqi Phenomenon was launched, the air of extreme coldness swelled up.

In the cries of ghosts and wolves, An Qisheng felt a subtle cold air suddenly emerge from his body.

Then, like ten torrents, rushed to his three souls and seven souls!

Hum~

An Qisheng's figure moved slightly, and seemed to be in a trance.

"No matter who he is? Team up to take it down first!"

Zheng Long asked for a cold drink, and walked through the sky: "If you are not my Dongzhou cultivator, why dare you touch my Dongzhou chance!"

"kill!"

The old man roared into the sky, his hair was all open, his blood was swollen like the sea, and the starry sky seemed to burn up, and the fierce collapsed.

As soon as he shot, he showed no mercy.

The fist prints were across the sky, as if the meteor had pierced the night sky, pulling horror tail inflammation and slamming toward An Qisheng.

Every move moved, the three masters started together. The murderous ferocity seemed to kill even this piece of starry sky, but the long hair of the Ten Thousand Buildings, hesitated for a moment.

But in the case where all ten people also shot, they could only shoot. The method was like the wind, drifting by, and the starry sky seemed to be frozen wherever it passed.

The ice crystals visible to the naked eye spread through the stars, and it seems that the entire starry sky is completely frozen!

The four major schools, dozens of masters, all shot together without any consultation with each other, but they did not have the slightest influence on each other. Instead, they were as fierce as the wind and the fire, and they further enhanced each other's power.

If you disagree, you will be killed!

The naked but overbearing will makes the scattered practitioners who stay in the distance have the same feeling. Throughout the ages, I don’t know how many scattered practitioners were killed in this way.

Rumble!

In an instant, if the tide is raging in all directions, a large piece of starry sky is either burned, frozen, or cut open. For a short time, the sky is almost full of viciousness.

With just one blow, An Qisheng, who was caught in a trance, must be killed.

"he."

Mo baby squeezed the palm of the blue narcissus and felt a trace of coolness. Did the blue narcissus sweat?

He looked up, the blue narcissus looked serious, and stared at An Qisheng, who was at the center of all magical attacks, seeming to be in a trance.

Call~

Under the stars, An Qisheng slowly raised his head, his eyes were clear, but where did he feel a trance?

"not good!"

Fa Wumei's heart was shocked, and it was too late to scream. The huge counterattack was like a tide flowing from the Sanqi Fazhi 箓 through his body.

In an instant, he had spit out a black blood, shaking his body, almost falling down from the sky.

Almost at the same time, between the stars, An Qisheng slowly raised his hand and gently pinched his five fingers.

Rumble!

Just a squeeze, the starry sky turned around, and a large piece of film was rolled in by the frozen starry sky, extinguished the burning flames, and covered the long river of sharp and fierce sword gas.

The stars, wrapped in rumbling rolling, crashed down towards the dozens of people at the same time as the sky dome collapsed suddenly.

For a time the stars are like waterfalls, the stars are like rain!

"not good!"

The four master masters, including Zheng Longqiu, are all discolored.

They dare not try to see if the seemingly illusory stars in the stars are really illusory. Under such a shocking counterattack, they can only counterattack.

Resist the rolling starlight.

Only the wind is bright, the sword light is still there, and the sword is united, moving vertically and horizontally throughout the starry sky. Any starlight and dust are completely killed by it.

In the moment when the starry sky slammed down, the sword still pointed to An Qisheng, the killing intention was stronger, and the sword sounded:

"kill!"

"Good shape."

Faced with the beheaded killing of this man's sword, An Qisheng's eyes were rippling deep in his eyes. This sword of extinct Dao Zhuxian had a high sense of purpose, and everything was slashed sharply. Even he, could not help but nod.

"unfortunately....."

But Fagao was still used by people. An Qisheng's eyes narrowed, the palm he held turned over, his fingers shook, and he looked forward.

Slap away!

"what?"

Obviously standing face to face, clearly colliding and fighting.

Feng Changming only felt cold on his back, as if the sky collapsed behind him, the whole world was pressed towards himself, and he would crush his crushed bones in the next instant!

"When?"

Apart from his beating heart, his sword hummed.

Spit the sword sound again, touched by the sharp edge, separated by a hundred miles, the void was torn, and the inch spread to An Qisheng's eyebrows.

In any case, there is no refund!

Only kill!

It's near!

It's near!

Feng Changming's eyes burned.

He could almost see the white-haired boy named Yuanyang with a slight glance of admiration.

Appreciate?

He was angry first, then a heart, and suddenly sank.

At the next moment, only the cold wind was behind him, and the crisis was coming.

Call~

Under the perception of his mind, a white jade palm protruded from the void behind him, photographed lightly.

Just like his son hitting his son, he shot it in the back of his head!

Allowing his blood to swell, the sea of ​​sword qi that flooded the whole body vigorously, could not stop the slightest, and was shot out by him!

boom!

Feng Changming's eyes were angry, and his blood was red.

But in a flash, he just felt his big sun fell from the sky and hit his head, and his eyes were suddenly dark. Personnel unknown.

"The wind is bright!!"

Zheng Long begged to look back at ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Wan Wan didn't expect Feng Changming to become a "Daozhu Zhuxianjian", so he planted it.

Was slapped in the face by such a slap in the air.

But at the same time, his heart suddenly cold.

A mouthful of scarlet crimson knives, silent and silent, had already hung above the heads of all of them.

Looking down at him, he and others do not know when they are standing on a quaint and mottled platform.

Under the indescribable forest cold, Zheng Longqiu's figure could not help but stiffen.

A drop of cold sweat slipped off his forehead and fell on the platform below him.

"Click" sounds.

n.