Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1459 Birth and death in the palm of your hand!

Yun Kongque fell silent for a moment.

On the seventh floor, an old man with a thin figure and a white beard walked out of the white jade wing, and the white jade corridor shattered silently.

It's really him!

Many people recognized the identity of the old man. He was a tyrannical lord who walked alone in the world without worries. He was a real holy killer. Had it not been for the fact that he had some kind of friendship with a saint ancestor of the Heiyu clan in his early years, coupled with his various means, in this land of the sea where the strong are like clouds, even the holy ones would be robbed.

In front of the arena, the Heavenly Kungfu Saint raised his eyebrows, and this old thing also came. He is not only a holy killer, but also the number one holy shit-stirring stick.

Then, a playful look appeared in the eyes of the sage of Tiangong. He had already learned who this person was next to him.

"Young man, I'm afraid you don't know what etiquette is."

In the sky above Yun Kongque, the bearded old man spoke slowly, his tone was cold, his long and narrow eyes were sharp and majestic, his eyes were like knives like swords, and he fell to the front of the arena.

"It seems you have emotions."

With a blank expression on his face, Su Qinian raised one hand and grabbed at the sky above Yun Kongque.

hum!
This is an ordinary-looking palm. When it is zoomed in at a very high speed, it can become as big as the entire arena in an instant, like a hole in the sky hanging upside down, giving birth to a tremendous force of tearing.

"You dare, Shuzi!"

The roots of the white beard stretched straight, the old man was furious, frightened and angry, he took the initiative to attack before he could say a word, this was the first time he had seen such a reckless young man.

boom!
The holy aura burst out, and there was a thick killing aura like ink, like a black sea. This famous killer in the world sea was decisive and fierce. This one, his cultivation base and Dao enlightenment, and his decisiveness in killing are rare among the extremes.

Unfortunately……

Clouds and sky above.

The white-bearded killer's fingers changed color, whether it was the holy aura or the killing aura accumulated over the years, they all fell into the sea like mud cows. In front of the huge palm, even a ripple did not appear, and they were annihilated into ashes.

Clang!
In an instant, he stretched his hand into the void and pulled out a dark red iron gun. The shiny black tip of the gun splashed with cold light, like a black dragon, and countless black chains of laws emerged, winding around the gun like dragons. Totem, he stabbed out with a spear, piercing the void, and in a trance, there seemed to be an endless burial mound in the sky, the blood was all over the sky, the remnant soldiers were endlessly broken, countless angels with broken wings fell, and the white feathers were covered. the earth.

This shot amazed all the saints, that is, Ao Yu, who was born on the ninth floor of Yunkong Que, with gorgeous silver hair, and a pair of sword eyebrows raised lightly, which is somewhat interesting.

clang!
However, when the spear pierced the palm like a heavenly cave, there was an impact sound like a yellow bell, sparks splashed everywhere, and then the black and shiny spear tip clicked under the reflection of the pupils of the gods. There was a crash.

puff!
He opened his mouth to spit out a stream of reverse blood, and the murderous aura of the white beard weakened all of a sudden, his muscles and bones were shaken apart, as if he was stuck on a mountain wall of divine iron, and he couldn't shake it at all.

The next moment, he was brought into the palm, like an ant under the Buddha's palm, and landed on the arena.

boom!
The entire Yunkong Que shook violently, and various complex and mysterious formation patterns emerged on the white jade corridor wall. This is the activation of the Tianji Formation that protects Yunkong Que, and it has spontaneously revived.

cough! cough!
It was so embarrassing, the bearded old killer staggered to his feet, almost unable to stand still, he could only stand with a broken gun, he looked at the young figure in a rough white robe, who was it? When did such a monster appear in the younger generation, he couldn't even get through one move.

"The young overlord! This is the overlord among the young and powerful."

"Could it be that the young Zhuqiang have returned?"

"Which one is this?"

……

In Yun Kong Que, many powerful people talked, but they couldn't tell Su Qinian's identity, because this battle was too fast, and the gap was too big, so big that the gods couldn't get a glimpse of it.

But at the same time, some holy figures also fell silent. This kind of force, a young overlord who is comparable to a saint, can so easily suppress this famous killer in the world. Everyone began to think seriously, what kind of farce is this? What is the reason for finding the barter, and what is involved in it?
"Tiangong!"

On the eighth floor of Yunkongque, a majestic and vicissitudes of life sounded. This is an old man with wrinkled face and few white hairs left. He looks very old. Shi Shi walked out of the Baiyu wing room, followed by several middle-aged men with graceful temperament and solemn face, many strong people are familiar with them, this is clearly one of the eight clans, and several important figures of the Fu family have all entered the sacred territory.

"Could it be..."

Some elder saints fixed their gazes, and saw the Heavenly Art Saint, who was standing indifferently in front of the arena, bowed slightly at this time, and saluted seriously: "I have seen my uncle."

"It's... the Floating Sea Saint!"

On the seventh floor of Yunkong Que, a great sage was taken aback. The sage of Tiangong is not low in seniority among the eight clans. Those who can be called uncles come from the Fu family. The head of the current Fu family is even worse. Among them, only the legendary old patriarch has lived for nearly ten thousand years.

Ordinary holy figures can live to be five thousand years old. Only saints who stand on top of the peak and have initially detached can live to ten thousand years. An era is only one hundred and eight thousand years old, and each one can live to be ten thousand years old. All of them can be called living fossils and monuments on the road of evolution.

"I've seen the Floating Sea Saint!"

Almost at the same time, countless people walked out of the white jade room in the sky, bowing and saluting, even many holy masters were no exception.

A strange look appeared in Su Qinian's eyes, because he could see that everyone was not in awe of his cultivation, but had a kind of reverence and respect from the heart.

At the same time, the sound transmission of the Saint of Heavenly Art came to his ears, and he solemnly warned him that the Saint of Fuhai was not an ordinary person, and he had made great achievements in sealing the ancient heavenly road. , under the forced expulsion of the Dragon King of the Four Seas, returned to Yunkong Island.

Su Qinian was also concentrating, bearing the title of Zijin Battle, he was able to capture more clearly than ordinary saints, the blessing of luck in the human world that was so thick that it could hardly be melted away in this old saint.

(End of this chapter)