nine coffins

Chapter 1000 Nether Returns to One Yuan Immortal Invincible
Not Yuanxian Wuzhong!

The fisherman stepped on the big river, his expression remained unchanged, and he remained silent.However, the dragon fishing rod in his hand was thrown out suddenly.At this time, the sea area with a radius of a hundred miles was covered by the sky-covering bamboo hat.

The dragon fishing rod was swayed casually, this time it was not an invisible fishing line.Dashes of silver thread, shining void.In the drizzle and huge waves, the silver threads are like fishing nets.

And those 31 meditation practitioners are like trapped fish.

Paradise, Tianzang.That is an indiscriminate killing technique.The fisherman wants to let those black-clothed meditators die in the sea of ​​suffering here.

"Worry-free Paradise, the background is not bad!" The one who spoke was still the leader of the meditation in black.The voice was cold and low, but there was no panic at all.

The fisherman is indeed powerful, but if these more than 30 monks in black will be easily buried in the sky by the fisherman, then they are not worthy of the title of ancient meditation.

It's just that the strength of the fisherman is really beyond their imagination.

If you don't go to the paradise, you will meet a strong enemy.The headed black-clothed meditator knew that he had to use some means in advance
"Gather! Change!" Heiyi Mingxiu softly shouted.

In the storm, in the silver thread.The black-clothed meditator quickly formed a seal, which is a pure ghost art.A black air rose from between his hands.

The same is true for other meditation practices, neat and uniform.

call--

Following the Nether Seal in their hands, a black hole appeared above the heads of the 31 black-clothed monks.The black hole hung over their heads.

The black air is lingering, and the brilliance is flickering.

Whoosh—whoosh—

Look again, the bodies of those black-clothed meditators suddenly turned into black light, and directly escaped into the black hole above their heads.In an instant, the black hole was closed and turned into a black spot.

"Huh?" The fisherman raised his eyebrows.Because, this weird technique instantly made the fisherman fail to catch the dragon with his fishing rod.There is no fish in the silver net.

Hoo-hoo--

Suddenly, 31 points of black light in the void gathered together to form a light cluster.Then, it exploded suddenly.

boom--

31 points of black light turned into seven.Seven black light beams, as if falling from the sky, turned over the sea of ​​suffering.

Boom—boom——

The sky-covering bamboo hat hanging in the void seemed to have been hit by some kind of force, and it shook slightly.At the same time, the dozens of water peaks stirred up by the fisherman's celestial power just now exploded.

The coercion under the sky-covering hat also exploded suddenly.

The water waves are divided into four parts, stirring up thousands of feet.The tide surged like a tsunami.

At this time, the entire four regions of the great river are already indistinguishable from the sky and the sea.Dazed, the rain was like a pillar, and the wind was raging.If you look at it from a distance, you can only see the vastness of the sea and the sky, and the world is not visible in the darkness.

"Break!" In the void, there was still the voice of the black-clothed meditator just now.The seven black lights, like seven ancient oolongs, bared their teeth and danced their claws, roaring angrily, and came straight to the fisherman.

"Returning to the Netherworld!" A cold light flashed in the fisherman's eyes, and at the same time there was a hint of horror in his eyes.

There is a record in the ancient books of Paradise: The ancient ghost monks can practice the method of returning to oneness.Turn thousands of souls into thousands, gather thousands of souls into hundreds, and change hundreds of souls into one.

The realm is doubled and superimposed, and the heart and soul are united, like one person, unrivaled.

However, once this technique is practiced, those fit monks will never be able to advance further.

The ghost is long, ancient and mysterious.

All that is close to a legend.No one has really seen this technique.The Paradise fisherman has a special status on Wuyou Island. He has only read the ancient books of Paradise and knows a thing or two.

The aura emitted by the seven black dragons far exceeded the fifth level of the original immortal of the highest monk just now.

Yuan Xian Jiuzhong?

The netherworld return to one technique really came to this world.

Among the seven black dragons, the aura of one approached Yuan Xianjiu's major perfection.The fisherman raised his eyebrows, because that was just one of them.He had no time to distinguish the other auras.

Such power, even fishermen dare not challenge it.

"Take it!" The fisherman's thoughts changed sharply.
The sky-shielding hat quickly gathered, and instantly turned into a blue light, blocking the fisherman like a shield.

The sky-shielding hat is the ultimate defensive holy weapon.

Boom-boom-

The loud noise shook the sky, and the sound moved the endless sea.The big waves stirred up went straight to the sky.At that moment, a layer of dark clouds above the sea of ​​bitterness was blown away.

The sky is shining, and the storm is endless.

The combined power of the seven black lights almost smashed on the sky-shielding hat.That is the joint attack of seven high-ranking original immortals, how powerful is it?
call--

On the big river, the fisherman avoided his sharp edge and retreated tens of miles away.His feet did not leave the big river, and the splash behind him when he retreated was like a city wall.

The sky-covering bamboo hat is like a huge wheel, spinning rapidly, trying its best to remove the power of the original immortal.But even so, it followed the body of the fisherman and turned backwards for several miles.

In the end, the sky-covering bamboo hat can be fixed tens of feet in front of the fisherman.Chi Chi Qingmang turned into endless gunpowder smoke.

"Ok!"

The fisherman's complexion changed slightly.Even with the best defense, the breath in his alchemy was churning.The strength of the blow just now is indeed astonishing.

Against the seven high-level original immortals alone, the fisherman can be described as a tough battle.

However, the fisherman himself may not know how many years he has practiced.However, he can't remember the last battle that made his breath churn.

Paradise, maybe it has been stable for too long.

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Worry-free island.

Lezheng Yunyu was dressed in white, standing by the sea with his hands behind his back, looking to the west.

The sea breeze was blowing, and the skirt of the clothes swayed lightly.There was no one by Lezheng Yunyu's side, and he was quite lonely.Today, the entire island of worry-free is strictly prohibited from going to sea.

Naturally, no one would dare to resist the order of the owner of the Worry-free Island, although most monks in Paradise did not understand the order of the island owner.

Do you look at the fisherman and fall?

However, Lezheng Yunyu did not explain to anyone.

At this time, Lezheng Yunyu saw all the battles on the river.A hint of coldness quietly passed through the eyes of the owner of the worry-free island.

The power displayed by those ancient meditations made his heart sink slightly.

Granny Qingshan is an ordinary monk, so it is not surprising that she was beheaded by meditation.However, it is really not to be underestimated that these meditation practitioners can fight the fisherman to this extent.

Even the owner of Wuyou Island doesn't know the bottom line of a fisherman.

He just understood that the fisherman deliberately let Amu pass.In today's battle, the fisherman will never show mercy.

On the big river, let the fisherman retreat dozens of miles.Such a situation, as far as Lezheng Yunyu knew, had never happened before.

"Fisherman!" Lezheng Yunyu thought of something, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.At the same time, he looked up at the void, as if he was waiting for something.

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On the bitter sea, the huge waves calm down and the storm stops slightly.

Seven monks in black floated in the air in a fan shape.One original immortal Jiuzhong, three original immortals eightfold, and three original immortals Qigong completed.

Black cloak, black and white mask.On the surface, these monks are no different from those meditation practitioners just now except for their realm.

"The fisherman's treasure is extraordinary!" said the leader in black.

"The ghost is one, the old man has seen it today!" The fisherman sneered.

"You are Yuanxian Jiuzhong!" The voice of Heiyi Mingxiu was still mechanical.

"Realm? Hahaha——" the fisherman shook his head noncommittally, "Old man, I have already forgotten the realm. Because, no matter what the realm is, being able to kill is king!"

call--

Murderous intent flashed again in the fisherman's eyes.

This time, the three treasures came out from the fisherman's hand.Because, the fisherman doesn't know if he can use it again.If the seven meditation practitioners in front of them are combined again, they may break through the eternal realm.

If so, the fisherman is not sure.

Forever!Fishermen in this state still dare not think about it.Therefore, fishermen must strike first.He couldn't give these original immortals too many opportunities.

The Qiankun fish basket flew out directly, and covered the three original immortals Qi Dao Consummation.The sky-covering bamboo hat, like a flying saucer, went straight to the three original immortals Yachong.

But the fisherman himself flicked his fishing rod, and rolled it directly towards the leader of the Jiuzhong Yuanxian who is now the leader of meditation.

The enemy is outnumbered, and the thief and the king are captured.

If those two magic weapons can restrain the other six meditators for a moment, the fisherman is confident that he can destroy Nayuan Immortal Jiuchong.

"Hmph!" Yuan Xian Jiuzhong, who was the leader, let out a cold voice, as if he had read the fisherman's mind.Look again, his hands are knotted on his chest.

Yuan Xian's nine layers of immortal power suddenly dispersed.

At the same time, a gleam of light appeared between the brows of the black and white ghost face.

Not only fishermen have magic weapons.These Nether monks came here under the order of Mingzun, how could they not have a few treasures of Mingzun.It's just that they want to stay behind.

There was a flash of light, and there was a chaotic "squeak" in the void. It turned out to be two chains, one black and one white.

Nether Chains!

However, the fisherman did not know him.I saw that the two chains were divided to the left and right, the black chain was directly wrapped around the dragon fishing rod, and the white chain was like a long spear, piercing the fisherman's heart.

The grade of this chain is not weaker than that of a dragon fishing rod.That is also the magic weapon that can destroy Yuanxian.

Crashing——squeaking——

The black chain is like a long snake spitting out letters.The fisherman's dragon fishing rod has just been thrown out.The black chain happened to be directly entangled with the fishing line of the dragon fishing rod.

The fishing line is invisible, but it can break the body of the original immortal, and its toughness can be seen.

"Ok?"

The fisherman was startled.However, the dragon fishing rod in his hand can no longer be freely swayed.But at this time, the white chain came straight to his heart.

break!The fisherman didn't dare to fight against him, so he pulled the dragon fishing rod back suddenly.The fishing line unexpectedly snapped.Presumably, the fisherman has his own magic method.

The fisherman retreated sharply, but the white chain followed him like a shadow.On the big river, the fisherman retreats, and the chain chases.The Paradise Fisherman has probably never been so embarrassed.

At the same time, the other two magic weapons of the fisherman have also been shaken away by the other six Yuanxians.

Receive!
The fisherman drank softly, and the bamboo hat that covered the sky was the savior again.

boom--

The white chain was finally shaken by the sky-shading bamboo hat, but the remaining strength of the anti-shock hat was still there, and it hit the fisherman directly.

"Hmm!" Fisherman Dan Hai churned, with a mouthful of blood gushing up.However, under the pressure of the fisherman, only a trace of blood oozes from the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, the Qiankun fish basket radiated green lights like curtains, protecting the fisherman.

On the big river, the fisherman frowned and took a deep breath.The breath in Danhai was slightly stable.The advantage of just now is gone.

The fisherman is already injured.

The seven original immortals still stood in a fan shape.On both sides of the leader, who is dressed in black, the black and white ghost chains stand tall like two evil snakes.

The balance of victory seems to be tilting.Fisherman, he lost his invincible momentum just now.

At this time, the big river at the feet of the fisherman was flowing faster.On the sea of ​​bitterness, there is endless torrent.

"Fisherman, you have been severely injured, don't hold back! The Underworld will judge you!" The leader black-clothed monk spoke again.

"Hehe!" The fisherman narrowed his eyes and looked at the seven Mingxiu, his expression gradually calmed down, "Mingxiu, you have always been the ones who are stubbornly resisting!"

"You are forcing me to shoot!"

big river!The fisherman muttered silently in his heart, and unexpectedly closed his eyes slowly, and began to perform a seal in his hand.

At this time, the seven meditation practitioners rushed straight to the fisherman.

(End of this chapter)