Bad Boy Cultivation in Another World: The Merry Immortal

Lan Litian was surprised again. 【@】

He is angry!He has a feeling of being played by someone, how can he not be angry?

"Boy Ye, since you are looking for death, this sect will fulfill you!" In fact, he did not intend to kill Ye Ning this time. After all, he was afraid of being accused of provoking war in the cultivation world of the two countries!At this time, he made a real fire.At that moment, he actually released the primordial spirit, a unique "potential" power, flooding the surroundings!

It has been nearly 800 years since Lan Litian entered the sect realm. Yuanshen Faxiang is an erratic, illusory and insubstantial man of light. He is hundreds of feet tall and wears a silver-white battle armor, which looks extremely mighty.His "momentum" covered him in a radius of thousands of feet, and was composed of dreams. As long as any monk fell into the "momentum", he would feel like dying in the dreamland, and finally disappeared in smoke!

There are thousands of dreams, some are so beautiful that one would rather die; or one is so painful that one does not want to live again.

Ye Ning didn't dare to underestimate him, he knew that if he didn't try his best at this time, he might lose his life if he wanted to in the future!With a cold snort, he also released the primordial spirit!

This is the first time that Ye Ning has released the primordial spirit in battle after he has truly stepped into the peak of the venerable!Even when Sang Zhangxiang asked him what kind of primordial spirit he had cultivated, he didn't explain.At this time, he escaped without hesitation.Suddenly, a wave of energy that seemed to destroy the world filled the surroundings.

Ye Ning's primordial spirit turned out to be a pure black villain, that kind of black seems to be able to swallow all the black in the world, giving people a feeling of ancient, mysterious, empty, and profound, just one look, makes people kneel down and worship!The face of the black villain is lifelike, it is clearly a small Ye Ning!The strangest thing is that the black villain looks like a god's mansion in the early days, with three heads and six arms!Each head is vivid and lively, and when you carefully identify it, it is different, whether it is compassionate, or fierce, or just... The six arms are quite strong, holding a miniature version of the Fengshen Pen and the Sky-shrouding Palm respectively. , Lu Huang Divine Bell, Reincarnation Mirror, Demon Refining Pot and Bloodthirsty Fairy Cup!

The black villain's body seems to be composed entirely of the laws of chaos, constantly collapsing and reborn.Ye Ning's Yuanshen Dharma had just escaped, and the entire surrounding space collapsed, and the turbulent flow of the space continued to overflow, whistling.

This kind of primordial spirit is too amazing.

If it was in the early days, those who had this primordial spirit would definitely grow into a peak monk at the level of a god, and they would all be hidden by the martial arts sects, and they would come out of the mountain when they achieved something!

Lan Litian was also shocked by Ye Ning's primordial spirit.In an instant, he felt relieved.Although Ye Ning's primordial spirit is astonishing, but after all, it has just condensed and is not stable.And Lan Litian's Baizhangguangman has been condensed for nearly 800 years, and his power is infinite.It's like, a lion is very brave, but a lion cub is definitely no match for an adult Tibetan mastiff!

Baizhang Guangren shouted, and took out a long spear in his hand, and stabbed straight at Ye Ning.That shot abandoned Lan Litian's best at changing the virtual and the real, and had an indomitable power, as if it could pierce the sky!

Ye Ning was unmoved.The black villain's eyes are solemn, and his six arms are waving at the same time. Immediately, the mysterious characters are written by the divine pen; The person covered it tightly; the most amazing thing is that the demon refining pot, which has lost its effectiveness, actually shone brightly in the hands of the primordial spirit, and the mouth of the pot spewed out fires. The fire was very different from any other fire, but The power is infinite, as if it can refine everything in time; the Bloodthirsty Fairy Cup also regained its vitality, and the small cup was wine red, exuding a violent breath!