magic door player

Chapter 467
Misty sky, Guangwu Lingyu.

Luo Xingyuan.

It was snowing heavily, and looking around, there was a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth.

Under the gloomy sky, the vast plains and rolling hills are all covered with white snow.

In the sky above the mountains in the distance, there are countless densely packed "black spots" suspended in the sky, like a huge city wall, stretching across the sky.

If you look closer, you will find that those "black dots" are actually islands floating in the sky!
Within a radius of [-] miles, almost all of them are floating islands, from beyond the clouds to the heights of thousands of feet above the ground.

It was as if a continent had split apart, and the fragments were scattered in the middle of the sky and the earth!
These floating islands are suspended in the sky and are not connected to each other.

The magnetic poles of the sky and the earth are chaotic, and space cracks flash from time to time, which is full of dangers.

The vitality of this place is almost dry, and it is a desert for practitioners. There are also extraterrestrial demons who often invade this place from the cracks in the void.Walk around.

Such a dangerous place has become the choice for many vicious cultivators or those who escape from their enemies.

It can be described as a mixture of dragons and snakes!

According to legend, this Luoxingyuan was 700 years ago when a shocking sword light flew from the sky and destroyed everything within a radius of [-] miles.

The landslides and the ground cracked, suspended in the sky, and turned into falling stars.

On this day, two rays of light flew over and landed on a floating island that was closer to the ground.

One of them was a tall, bearded man with a ferocious appearance. He was carrying a gilded copper hammer with countless runes on it, which seemed to be a second-order magic weapon.

The other person was a thin and long young man, dressed in a moon-white robe with a few enchanting pink peach blossoms embroidered on it.

He is holding a folding fan painted with beautiful beauties, and there is a faint evil air of peach blossoms circulating around him, which is quite evil.

He lightly waved the folding fan, a pink mist filled the air, covering him and the bearded man, and the aura of the two disappeared.

Afterwards, the powder mist gradually dissipated in the feather-like snow.

"Fellow Daoist Qi, is that guy surnamed Gao really going to pass by here? If he doesn't come, wouldn't you and I wait in vain?"

The big bearded man swept his eyes across the surrounding area, and asked a little worriedly.

The monk surnamed Qi was calm and calm, and said in a calm and unhurried manner: "I left a lead on that girl, Gao Xiang is going to pay homage to Yusan's birthday, and he will definitely pass by here."

The bearded man's eyes flickered fiercely, and he said in a deep voice: "If the girl is really the top-quality cauldron you said, the master must be very happy. You and I took the risk of offending Yu Sanren to win this girl, and the master will definitely be happy." Reward me well."

The monk surnamed Qi chuckled: "Don't worry, that girl is a true disciple of the Yin Yang Sect. She is naturally charming. From my point of view, she will definitely not be mistaken... Otherwise, Gao Xiang would not take this girl to Yu Yu. Scattered people are celebrating their birthdays."

The bearded man nodded, and couldn't help but asked again: "Fellow Daoist Qi, you said Yu Sanren or Master, who is more powerful?"

The monk surnamed Qi rubbed his chin, pondered and said: "It's hard to say, in the entire Luoxingyuan, there are thousands of people of all kinds of evil cultivators, demon cultivators, and demon cultivators. It's just ten scattered people."

"Master and Yu Sanren are both among the top ten scattered people. It's hard to tell which one is strong and which one is weak when they reach their level."

He paused, then smiled again: "Wu Sanren is an exception among the ten Sanren. He had won the Primordial Spirit a hundred years ago, so naturally he has to dominate the other nine Sanren."

The bearded man gossiped: "I heard... Wu Sanren's body is a poisonous centipede?"

Because of Wu San's unparalleled beauty, he claims to be the number one beauty monk in Luoxingyuan, so naturally there are many discussions behind his back.

The monk surnamed Qi said: "I heard people say that it seems to be a colorful exquisite scorpion..."

While the two were chatting, they suddenly saw a ray of light flying into the Luoxingyuan over the mountain range below, and then slanting upwards, flying into the sky filled with floating islands.

"Here it is, Gao Xiang's flying dragon chariot!"

The monk surnamed Qi's eyes lit up and said excitedly.

Without saying a word, the bearded man took the gilded sledgehammer behind him with his backhand, waited silently for a few breaths, and then threw it wildly.

"disease!"

He stretched out his hand towards the gold-plated sledgehammer, and the sledgehammer suddenly grew wildly in the wind, and instantly became ten feet in size, like a meteor falling to the ground, and ruthlessly smashed towards the stream of light.

boom!
The timing of the two's sneak attack was very precise, and the streamer was caught off guard, and was smashed right.

A dazzling white light exploded in the air.

In the streamer, a flying dragon chariot was instantly blasted into pieces.

A short and sturdy monk with a horse face flew out of it angrily, and yelled: "Where did the Yusanren's longevity dare to rob you of something that doesn't have long eyes?!"

He stepped on a dark cloud, holding a transparent bead about the size of a foot in his hand.

The pearl had a bright halo, and it looked like a treasure at first glance. There was a small and exquisite young woman in the center of the pearl, which seemed to be the top-quality cauldron that the monk surnamed Qi said.

In the sky, after the gilded sledgehammer broke through the dragon's chariot, it snapped and hit the horse-faced monk again.

The horse-faced monk let out a low snort, and the muscles all over his body swelled rapidly, and his whole body instantly swelled to a height of three feet as if he was blowing air.

The twisted muscles like tree roots shone with strange black magic patterns, and the crimson thunder light also shone in the dark clouds under the feet.

I saw him punching the flying gilt hammer.

The crimson thunder light shook!

The gilded giant hammer flew out backwards.

The horse-faced monk stood proudly at Yuntou, with a sneer of disdain on his face.

He saw a big man with a beard coming out of a floating island, and with a big hand stretched out, he caught the giant gilt hammer that flew back upside down.

He shouted in a deep voice: "Gao Xiang, half a month ago, you sneaked up on Fellow Daoist Qi and took away his top-grade cauldron, so pay with your life today!"

With that said, he threw out the gilded giant hammer again!

The sledgehammer swung in the air, split into nine pieces, and threw them at the horse-faced monk one after another.

"So it was you... Yan Wujiu, didn't you die a long time ago?"

The horse-faced monk showed a dignified look on his face, holding the pearl in one hand, and blasting hundreds of punches towards the sky like lightning with the other hand.

For a moment, dense fist shadows flickered, colliding violently with the giant hammer.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, thunder light flashed in the magic cloud under the horse-faced monk's feet, and he flew back suddenly, trying to escape!

At this time, a gloomy voice came out of the void:
"Want to run? It's too late!"

In the direction where the horse-faced monk was escaping, countless pink mist suddenly diffused from the void, expanding to the size of several acres in an instant.

The horse-faced monk gritted his teeth and slammed into the powder mist.

Subsequently.

The bearded man who came from behind also entered the powder mist.

Boom boom boom!
In the powder mist, there were light explosions, accompanied by astonishing energy fluctuations, and the fierce battle continued.

After a while.

A howl sounded.

A jet of black light pierced through the powder mist like lightning, and flew towards the high place of the sky.

Then, the big bearded man flew out of the powder mist, and was about to give chase.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, it's just a wisp of remnant soul, don't chase after poor ones!"

In the powder mist, there came the exhausted voice of a monk surnamed Qi.

(End of this chapter)