Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

For a moment, the whole world became black and white.

It is not really a change of the heavens and the earth, but there are tens of thousands of glimmering light piercing the sky, falling from the sky, like numerous huge steel needles, running through the whole world!

The arcs, the flames, the fire clouds and the runes of the great glory of the raging ancestors of the dynasty were originally shining enough to be dazzling enough to make people look down, but in the contrast of these tens of thousands of flash lines The next, but all eclipsed, it is like being sucked away all the light, become a bleak!

Including the Fang Dagong, all the eyes of the ancient Saints were engulfed by the ocean of light composed of tens of thousands of beams.

They only saw these beams easily punctured the Red Flame Devil, and then plunged into the "Flame, Blood, and Sunshine" without any stagnation, forming hundreds of ancient runes of large arrays. All are as fragile as thin borneol, and they are broken and broken!

Just saw it here, they were all white and could not see anything.

But the brightness of the beam far exceeds the limits that their retina can withstand, leaving hundreds of thousands of ancient holy monks in a blindness for a time.

When Fang Dagong didn't respond, he was smashed by his father. The two couldn't take up the noble status and kneel on the ground with one knee, which was shorter than others.

"Qingyunmen, everyone is careful!"

Fangda’s head screamed and slammed all the flying swords in the sword, and the psionic shield swayed to the limit.

Fang Dagongzi is scared to look like a soil, what "Liu Ye Jian Fa", what "Qing Lian Jian Shu" can not be displayed, only to hold the hair shaking.

I heard a slap in the face of a slap in the face, as if countless meteors were on their psionic shields, and every sound was like a snarl in his arms. He was so dizzy that his throat was so sweet that he couldn’t help but give birth to the urge to vomit blood.

However, only vomiting blood is still good, Fang Dagong only heard screams and mourning everywhere, everywhere there are broken bones and the sound of broken pieces of magic, and there is a faint smell of skin burnt. Hot drying straight into his nose is really disgusting.

"Ding!"

Something fluttered in front of him.

Fang Dagongzi poured the spirit into the eyes, and rubbed his eyes hard. He finally recovered the three-dimensional blurred vision, inhaled the thing into the palm of his hand, and looked at it in front of him, but it was a sword twisted into a twist. Pointed, looking at the shape of the blade and the residual runes, it is the father's sword that he has been practicing for more than ten years, "Qinglian wears the cloud sword."

"This"

The sacred sword of the Qingyun Swordsman’s head has only just been sacrificed to the sky, and it has become this look.

Fang Dagong’s son was stunned, and he didn’t dare to look up. He didn’t even dare to think about how terrible the sky was.

"Hey!"

There was something falling to the ground, just falling beside him, but it was to splash some sticky hot liquid on his face. Fang Dazi touched it and found that it turned out to be... a half-burnt arm.

"Wow!"

Fang Dagongzi couldn't help it anymore, holding his stomach and vomiting.

The black and white world of horror is coming fast, and Fang Dagong and others feel like it has been a long time in the past year. In fact, in two or three seconds, all the devastating beams disappeared.

However, their vision has only gradually recovered after more than half a minute, and they can gradually see the surrounding world... a different world.

The first feeling of Fang Dagongzi is whether there has been a massive earthquake just now, shaking everyone's face and screaming.

Originally, it was the length of the sacred wind bones, the real person of the feather fan, the hero of the tiger's back, the warrior of the top armor, and the chariots of the armor, the armor and the brilliance, the only remaining magic weapon. It is also like a frightened hen, trying to drill into the owner's arms.

Many people have their own blood on their faces and bodies. They don’t know whether they are themselves or others. Their appearances are similar to those of the walking dead. All the faces are numb, all of them are solidified in "stunning". For a moment, even half a word can't be spit out.

And it was divided into the mid-air of the "no-fly zone"...

When Fang Dagong finally got the courage, and when he raised his gaze with difficulty, he could not help but be horrified by the horror in the sky.

Aside from the riddled holes, all of them are dissatisfied with a transparent hole, like the horse-like red flame demon law; not to mention the runes that are vulnerable, fragmented, and gradually disappear with the wind; The Chiyangmen monks of the **** yang dynasty, and the hundreds of reliance on the power of the big squad, did not put the Starry Federation in their eyes, flew to the sky to go to the martial arts of the monks.

Either it is as riddled with the Red Flame Demon, blood flow is like a note, and even more than seventy or eighty transparent holes are on the head; or there is a basin-sized hole between the chest and abdomen, and the internal organs are not winged. And the more terrible, there is only a group of **** meat pieces, which are attracted by a strange force, trembled in midair; even some people fly out and disappear completely, the only way to prove that they have existed before The traces are a few pieces of melted flying swords or armor fragments, and they are still smoking in the air!

Until now, many of the deadly monks on the face of the ancient saints hanged their initial sarcasm and ridicule, but there was no more soul in the incomplete limbs, which could change their views on the Starry Federation.

"Hey!"

Nearly a thousand corpses have fallen down, and if there is a hurricane, the skull covers the brain and the males.

Five more psionic canals were also completely destroyed. The wreckage fell to the foot of the mountain gate of Chiyangmen, and the dust of dozens of feet was lifted and spread out in all directions.

"..."

Everyone was stunned by this nightmare picture.

However, there are still some things that are still rising slowly over the "no-fly zone".

Fang Dagongzi fixed his eyes and found that it was the hundreds of six sectarian young assassins who had just assassinated the ancestors of Lieyang, and Zhao Henglie, the "Yangtianwang" who was previously humiliated by his oysters!

Since it is the "head of the four sons of the floating state", nature is not a well-developed limb, the mind is simple, the Fang Dagong is usually in the Qingyun sword faction, but also known for his agility. At this moment, the mind is turning, I do not know how to flash a idea.

The voice in the clouds, the mysterious monk who calls himself "Lee Yao", may not be as frivolous and simple as his voice.

He deliberately entangled with the ancestors of Lieyang, in order to relax the vigilance of the ancestors of Lieyang and provoke the anger of the ancestors of the Liyang, and finally let the ancestors of Lieyang put all their hearts on him, but relaxed the "hostages". Mastery.

What is the "no-fly zone", the killing of Li Wei is the second, the rescue of these hostages is the most important!

Sure enough, Fang Dagong can think that the ancestors of Liyang could think of it, and when they came up with these thoughts in his mind, there was already a shocking scream on the former method altar, and the ancestors of Liyang were entangled in the seven-eighth magma. The setting of the ups and downs, and the many hostages rushed over!

With his "half-step god" cultivation, it is easy to kill these hostages that have been banned and suppressed, which is worse than ordinary people.

Who knows that at the moment when he vacated, all the hostages seemed to be smashed by the invisible ropes, and the ascending speed suddenly increased by one step.

At the same time, there were dozens of sounds in the sky, and the giant flying swords spurting behind the dozens of buttocks were mysteriously appearing from all angles.

Booming and banging!

These weird flying swords just touched the flames of the ancestors of Lieyang, and suddenly burst into a ray of light. Rao was the invincible realm of the ancestors of the raging ancestors. Ten small suns were born and fell from the air to the door of their own hills. They smashed a large mountain gate and smashed it, and even the surrounding pavilions were smashed.

Coupled with the damage caused by the fall of the previous five psionic cannons, the half-seat "Chiyang Gate" disappeared.

"The friends of Lieyang, at this moment, you must regret it in your heart. Why didn't you just listen to it, and surrender, but regret is useless."

Until now, everyone still couldn't see the true face of the mysterious enemy. I only heard the faint voice coming from the clouds. "There is only one way to save your dog's life. That is the one you master." Yunqin Jinren's handed over in good faith, if this is the case, I will only abandon you to repair, and the duration of hard labor will not exceed one hundred years, how?"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The first strongest person in the ancient sacred world has broken through the ground for a hundred years of hard work. He has mastered the huge inheritance of the "Holy Fire Dynasty" and the strong ancestors of the powerful Yunqin Jinren. How can it be in the presence of more than 100,000 comprehensions and Do you endure such humiliation in the face of your own disciple?

In the madness of madness, he once again rushed out of more than a dozen magma raging dragons, but between the raging dragons, it was a red-hot giant squadron that was condensed by magma. !

Although this giant soldier has only one right arm left, the whole body is cracked and streaked, but under the smoldering spirit of the ancestors of the dynasty, it still stirs up the momentum of the infinite fire, making the entire valley Covered in a red mans.

"This, this is the legendary Yunqin Jinren!"

"Then, the mysterious monk who claimed to be the 'Lingling Master' is even more powerful, but also the Yunqin Jinren?"

"This is enough to set the world for the treasures!"

Many ancient monks who were undecided, and saw the power of the Yunqin Jinren, once again gave a glimmer of confidence to the ancestors of the Liyang.

But this time, even the most devout anger and the Chiyangmen, confidence is not so firm.

"Speaking of it, you are still afraid of the dignitaries of this ancestor."

The ancestors of Lieyang are red-eyed, and if they are desperate gamblers, "then come and taste the bonfire!"

"call out!"

The giant gods turned into a red plume, flying into the sky, smashing into the undulating clouds, outside the sky!