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Snapped!

Five fingers buckle the dragon head!

The big mouth that Ao Wushou was about to spit was suddenly closed, and black air as thick as a beam came out of his nose, eyes, and ears.

A pair of eyes instantly dyed a layer of scarlet.

Juli stalemate, Dragon anger struggles.

Ao Wushou was extremely angry and furious, but no matter how he exerted his strength and anger, he was still crushed by that giant palm.

Abruptly shot into the domain gate.

boom!

Then the two palms were closed, the five fingers pressed down, and the five-color sacred light flowed in circles, like a chain, wrapping the domain door layer by layer.

"what!!!"

Amid the earth-shattering roar in the domain gate, the giant palm disappeared and the domain gate disappeared.

Thousands of miles of air wave back against the current, set off a violent wind, and then disappeared.

Many monks looked around, but nowhere could they see An Qisheng's shadow. The breath was calm and the formation was stable. For a few moments before and after, it was calm as if nothing had happened.

"Taoist Yuanyang..."

The foreheads of several Dongtian Powers who maintained the big formation were sweating coldly, and the status of this name in their hearts instantly rose to the limit.

This battle is enough to shake the earth.

One side was not inferior to the ten major sects, too many powerful forces, almost uprooted.

Without the domain gate, without the master of Butian Pavilion, this smashing vacuum powerhouse, as well as several other cave-sky powers, Butian Pavilion, existed in name only.

Even the masters who came to help were slapped back twice, and the foundation of Butian Pavilion in Dongzhou was almost ruined.

There are so many enemies in the Butian Pavilion, and no one dares to provoke it on weekdays because it is backed by the Zhongzhou Butian Pavilion, and at this time the domain gates are all sealed.

As long as the three sacred sites do not lend out the domain gate, even if the Zhongzhou Butian Pavilion has a crushing vacuum-class power that wants to cross several states, it will take hundreds of years.

"This, this Bai Yujing..."

Several strong men in the cave looked at each other, and they all saw each other's heartbeat.

Bai Yujing is undoubtedly the largest foundation of Butian Pavilion, and the tens of thousands of miles of Xiongcheng gathers the transactions of the eleven monks in Dongzhou.

One can imagine what a huge Baoshan.

"We're just afraid we won't be able to keep it."

Duan Sanlang shook his head, and was the first one to escape from the huge temptation.

Bai Yujing’s daily entrance to the city’s checkpoint fee was already more than the savings of the sect they belonged to throughout their lives.

Forced behavior is to seek death.

"Yes."

The others also thought of this, and sighed unfortunately.

They are the Keqing recruited by Butian Pavilion from the nearby small sects. They know the horror of Bai Yujing best, and this is a continuous treasure mountain.

With this city as the foundation, it is possible to build a foundation that is not inferior to the top ten sects.

No one is unmoved.

Phoo~

A breeze blew by, with a strong blood.

Duan Sanlang took a deep breath, his eyes moved:

"It's not impossible..."

"Huh? Bro Bro, what are you talking about?"

The other people looked along Duan Sanlang's line of sight, and there was exactly where the Yuanyang Taoist was.

"The Taoist Yuanyang walked in a hurry. Although he took away a few Fenghou Lingbao, the remaining treasures of the Butian Pavilion, there are also many medicines..."

Three broken waves swept over a few people, and whispered: "If I wait for the trophies of his old man to be gathered one or two and sent, maybe he can get the shelter of his old man..."

Witness the suppression of the three major masters, the single palm of the domain door, and the suppression of the numerous masters of Butian Pavilion.

No one would think that he was not qualified to own this Bai Yujing.

"This......"

Those few cave masters glanced at each other, and they were all shocked.

"However, Bai Yujing is not something we can eat. Ten percent of the city's income is used to maintain the many facilities in the city, but 80% need to be used to provide his elderly..."

The more I thought about Broken Three Waves, the more I found it feasible, the more I thought about it, the more excited it became:

"This achievement is already amazing."

Naturally, the rest of the people had no opinion. Seventy percent of the income from Butian Pavilion had been turned over to Zhongzhou Butian Pavilion. They were already satisfied with 10%.

"Brother Bro, what do you think I should do when I wait?"

Immediately, the few people were eager to try. Although they were the guest of Butian Pavilion, they had no affection for Butian Pavilion.

"A few of you can first gather the treasures and resources of the Mending Pavilion, and clean up the remnants of Mending Pavilion..."

The eyes of Broken Three Waves are shining:

"Before that, we have to build a statue of Yuanyang Daochang, his old man, to determine the city's ownership, lest other big gates come to snatch..."

"Wonderful!"

"Brother Duan is really intellect and transparent, I can't wait!"

"That's it!"

...

There are millions of cultivators in Bai Yujing. Even though most of them are casual cultivators, many big sects, and even the Holy Land, have their strongholds here.

Before the end of the war, pieces of information had passed through many channels, and passed to many big sects at a speed beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Hum~

The divine light shattered the emptiness, suddenly thousands of miles and hundreds of miles away, and disappeared into nothingness in an instant.

Across thousands of mountains and rivers, it fell in the "Sacred Mountain of Mingyue".

The sacred mountain of Mingyue hangs high above the sky, and the fairy light lingers in it, like a fairy mountain blessed land, that divine light enters, like a clay cow into the sea.

Halfway through the sacred mountain, on a white jade stone slab flowing with a clear spring, the handsome Qi Oracle seemed to raise his eyebrows.

That divine light flashed freely in his eyes.

But it was showing the scenes of the battle above Bai Yujing.

The Taoist Yuanyang...The giant palm covering the sky...The Big Three...Yumen was born, Longyin, Yumen was sealed...even to remain big The whispers of several people in the array.

It was all caught by it.

"A sign of the future of the great world..."

Qi Shenyu let out a sigh of relief slowly, and the pill-qi breast swallow that filled the sacred mountain fell into his body like a forest.

Keep his body and mind flawless.

In less than four years, a junior who had never been put in the eyes of his birth turned out to have grown to such a stage.

Even if you look at the past and present 30 million years, only a few people on the land of Dongzhou have had such an amazing record.

And those few people are all powerful.

Except for the few who died, all of them have achieved great success, made kings, and even embarked on the path of supremacy.

This is a legend, a myth.

I saw it with my own eyes, and experienced it personally, even if it was the mood of Qi Shenyu's two thousand years of cultivation, ripples could not help but appear.

This is a sign of the coming of the great world.

call!

Feeling that his mood fluctuated, the black figure appeared from behind again, like a shadow everywhere:

"Elder, that person has truly become a climate."

Qi Shenyu looked calm, and said lightly: "Mo Ying, what do you think about this person?"

"This person....."

The ink shadow pondered for a while before slowly speaking, "Unscrupulous, fearless."

"If you want to be unscrupulous, you will have to behave. Watching that Yuanyang Taoist behave in a clear manner. This time, he took the initiative to fight the Mending Pavilion.

Mo Ying pondered the sentence and summed up his own views.

Almost everyone in Mingyue Holy Land knows all kinds of information about the Taoist Yuanyang. As the shadow of Qi's Oracle, he naturally knows.

And looking at that person turned out to be born, what he did was unscrupulous in the world.

However, even if it is a madman, a delusion, and daring to be unscrupulous, it must have a great support, not to mention that Yuanyang Taoist, regardless of his talents, must be the best in Dongzhou.

But where is his backing?

"Unfortunately, the holy lord has not yet left the pass. Otherwise, if Mingyue Cave is used to penetrate this person's foundation, everything will be solved."

Qi Shenyu shook his head slightly and sighed slightly:

"At this moment, there are some lively watching, the lunatic of Butian Pavilion, but it's not easy to provoke..."

Butian Pavilion has a special status in Dongzhou.

It is not as good as the three holy sites and ten sects, but its status is not bad, and it even makes other sects and even the holy sites jealous.

This is naturally not without reason.

"But, there were only a few people in the world who even returned to the top. It seems that there are no such people in Butian Pavilion..."

Ink Shadow has some doubts:

"Even if they come with the help of other domain gates, they may not be able to help that Yuanyang Taoist."

The First World War crushed three masters, and there is no doubt that this Yuanyang Taoist has become the first person in the world after the Tianding Emperor.

At one time, the top ten sect heads and educators joined forces, as well as the resurrection of the Feng Wang Lingbao.

But as a result, Emperor Tianding was still able to kill the refining platform in charge!

This kind of existence, in the same rank, is almost invincible, so even if the Zhongzhou Butian Pavilion is stronger, there will be ten major sect leaders who are stronger together?

"Shenbing Lingbao is only used for inheritance and protection of the Tao. The true background of the holy land is beyond the guesswork of outsiders..."

Qi Shenyu slowly lowered his eyes, covering the ripples in the depths of his eyes:

"Either side of the holy land has been baptized for a long time, passed down from the Middle Ages, and the current world does not represent much..."

"You mean?"

Mo Ying seemed to have thought of something, and his heart trembled slightly. This was a secret he had never touched before.

It seemed that Yuanyang Taoist even made the great elders feel the crisis.

"The holy land has been passed down from generation to generation for millions of years. How can it be easily surpassed by one person?"

Qi Shenyu fell silent physically and mentally, and his voice was flat:

"He is number one in one life, but my holy land is number one in all ages..."

.......

When he came, he hurriedly pursued, spanning one hundred and two million miles.

When he left, An Qisheng did not rush, leaving Bai Yujing, he walked unhurriedly.

"After flying for a long time, I forget how it feels to be down-to-earth."

An Qisheng stood on the deck with his hand in his hand, and the ship went down the river.

Looking from a distance, I saw the river rolling east, how many waves rushed.

It is like the endless river of years, no matter how amazing it is, it is just a flashing wave in this billowing river.

"You can fly, why should you leave?"

The three-hearted blue spirit boy was sitting on An Qisheng's shoulders, his legs dangling constantly: "Fly, isn't it faster?"

"The avenue is not only in the sky, but also in the ground."

An Qisheng was holding three Qiankun Spirit Rings, which were the rings of the three members of the Pavilion Master Butian, which contained a large number of treasures and pills.

But in his heart, these many medicines and treasures seemed to be less precious than the unusual river in front of them.

"Mr. Monster, the way you humans speak is too hard to understand."

The three-hearted blue spirit boy shook his head, really not accustomed to this way of speaking: "Obviously, it can be summarized in the simplest words, why is it so oblique?"

In fact, it believes that language is only secondary, and that the communication of information is an extremely low-level way of communicating information.

"Language is the transmission of the soul, and the soul cannot face others directly. After all, it has to be changed. It is like I am not invaded by the cold and heat at this time, and I am still wearing clothes."

An Qisheng glanced at the little blue monster.

Information beings certainly don't have such a saying that they wear clothes. Fortunately, they don't have the distinction between male and female.

"I don't understand."

The three-hearted blue spirit boy didn't want to ponder the human psychology, shook his head, turned into a stream of light and sank into An Qisheng's body again.

The many spiritual imprints attract the most.

Information is food, and it is also a resource for promotion. It hasn't been long since it came to this world, but it already feels like it is about to advance.

Phoo~

In the moist breeze, An Qisheng sat cross-legged, with five hearts facing the sky, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Digest the gains and losses of this battle.

Once, whenever there was a major event, an unforgettable experience, he would record it in the book, and later take it out and try to figure it out after the mood changes.

Now he naturally does not need a ‘notebook’, but after every incident, he will sum up the gains and losses, the good and the bad.

If this is the cause, what kind of result will be born.

If this is an effect, what is the cause?

This seemingly boring and meaningless thing, UU reading www.uukanshu. com runs through An Qisheng's past and present lives, into the world of dreams.

...

In the cave sky, Feng Shiruo was talking freely with several cave masters in Butian Pavilion, with the Starlight Whip in his hand, and the conversation was not profitable.

On the edge of Sheshan Mountain, Tianyuan had three more mouths, and the stars gathered here as if in substance, suppressing the struggling pavilion Master Ling Tian and Sect Master Ling Tian.

Gan Shisi and the old man sat facing each other, silent, Gan Shisi looked plain, but the old man was ashamed and unwilling.

It seemed that for a while, I didn't know what to say.

"Taoist Yuanyang!"

Sect Master Ling Tian's eyes dripped blood, and the anger burned on top of his head, as if he was about to burn the world.

Under the extreme suppression, no matter how hard he struggles, it seems difficult to get up.

The same as him, is the Master of Butian Pavilion.

The Lord Butian was even more embarrassed than him, his clothes in rags, blood in his seven orifices, the more he struggled, the more he was suppressed.

"The two Taoists don't have to struggle anymore. In this galaxy, you and I will become the shackles that bind each other. The more you struggle, the stronger the suppression you will endure."

Finally, Qian XIV spoke up.

As soon as he spoke, Sect Master Ling Tian stopped struggling with ugly expressions between the earth and the mountains.

In this battle, several people were injured so badly, but it was difficult to accept being suppressed in this way.

"A good fellow, but I know a lot."

Sect Master Ling Tian turned blue, his eyes glowing, and his tone was not good.

Hum~

Gan Shisi was about to speak, suddenly his heart moved.

Raising his eyebrows, I saw that the sky was **** red.

Thousands of faint blood bursts out of a quaint altar that seems to have undergone many years of baptism in front of the lying cow stone on the top of the mountain.

Faintly, there seemed to be Taoist murmurs resounding in the cave sky.