Making Great Fortune Overnight

This is Qin Lang who came back from the high-speed attack of Kyoto!

"Qin Nanzong?"

The pupil of a Taoist shrinks, instantly condenses a spirit, to Qin Lang shrouded in the past!

This spiritual power is thick and powerful, with solemn power, and Qin Lang's divine sense is severely collided with.

"Bang..."

In the void, there is an invisible wave. Qin Lang looks indifferent and calm. He just shakes his clothes twice, while the one-hearted Taoist is a dull hum, obviously suffering from a dark loss.

When Qin Lang had not yet coagulated the elixir, his divine sense was comparable to many of the God level masters. Now he has seven solid pills, and his mental strength is comparable to that of several God level strong men. If a Taoist priest with one heart competes with him, it will be a little bit of a witch.

"Ha ha ha, here comes Qin Nanzong! How arrogant is the old Taoist

"Don't be happy too early. Who knows if Qin Nanzong is an old-fashioned opponent who can't beat him?"

"Hum, since Qin Nanzong was born, he has been invincible in a hundred battles. How can he be an opponent of Qin Nanzong? You are waiting to be beaten in the face."

"That is, a broken old man dares to kill him in the nest of Qin Nanzong. If Qin Nanzong doesn't kill him, there will be no face in the world in the future. Wait for a good show!"

On the bullet screen in the video, a group of masters are talking and spewing each other.

"Qin Nanzong, you killed my disciples and destroyed my plan. Today I come here to take your life!"

With the roar of a Taoist priest, his huge body shook, and thousands of figures appeared. In the whole lion ridge, one fat monk appeared one after another. The empty shadows all over the sky made people feel numb.

These virtual shadows put on different postures one by one, holding different hand decisions, and rushing to Qin Lang.

Before the people were near, the air waves all over the sky broke countless trees.

"My God!"

Countless strong people who pay attention to this war forget the discussion and look at the scene in front of them.

"Take my life? What do you count? Since you want to die, I'll let you join in the bliss

Qin Lang's body suddenly changed, and Dacheng's body stretched out like a towering giant tree. His whole body was full of purple light, just like a immortal.

"Shenti, this is shenti! It is said that after cultivating the spirit body, the master can freely control the size of the body and change a lot of shapes. It seems that the southern emperor of Qin Dynasty has cultivated the divine body! "

Someone in the video exclaimed.

"How about cultivating the spirit body? If the internal power is not enough, it still can't reach the level of the God level strong one. The one-heart Taoist is the real God level strong one, which is not incomparable with the quasi God level."

If one level of cultivation is different, it is like a gap in the natural moat.

"How do you know that Qin Nanzong's internal power is insufficient? You know, Ren Wushang's thunder robbery was all spent by him, that is to say, the strength of Qin Nanzong now can absolutely shake the God level strong. "

In the discussion, the purple light all over the sky has risen and collided with the shadow of countless Taoist priests.

The real God war, finally kicked off!

God war, real God war!

"Ha ha ha ha, Qin Nanzong, you killed my disciple and dared to fight with me as a master, but you didn't know the real difference between the master and the God. I will let you know what a real God level strong man is!"

A thousand incarnations of one-sided Taoists, pinching out thousands of different Dharma decisions, shot Qin Lang face-to-face.

Before this time, although the one heart Taoist had many moves, none of them was as fierce as this one.

The thousands of illusions fell from the sky, and the momentum was magnificent. It was like tens of thousands of troops marching forward. It was extremely shocking.

"You think you're the only one? Let me show you the magic power of Taoist priest! "

Qin Lang's stature is incomparably tall, such as the demon God, a little in the center of his eyebrows, a river of heaven sprays out from the void, rolling and falling.

Different from the Tongtian River in his ordinary body shape, Qin Lang in the state of demon God rolls along like a river breaking its bank, covering the whole shiziling mountain in an instant.

The thousand incarnations of the One-minded Taoist are like thousands of bodies falling into the water in this vast river of heaven. They are so small that they can't be any more small.

"Heaven, what is this secret art? How could it be so powerful? "

Countless people watching the battle gaped and did not know the origin of Tianhe.

What they know is just the weakened version of Qin Lang's supernatural powers and secret arts. At this moment, they find that once Qin Lang shows his divine body, his secret arts are more than several times more powerful than before, and the thousands of figures of Taoists with one mind are scattered in a blink of an eye.

In front of Qin Lang's esoteric skills, he was slaughtered.

"Tough enough!"

One heart Taoist heart knows that he has met his real enemy and his eyes are more dignified than ever before.

"Lotus growing step by step!"

At the foot of the old Taoist priest, white lotus blossomed. At the foot of the one hearted Taoist priest, the body of the one-hearted Taoist priest rose slowly and floated on the Tianhe river. The torrent could not hurt him."Hum, just a little extra Dharma skill! Look at the stick

Qin Lang looks at his body floating in the water waves. His huntian stick rises like a giant giant pillar. He takes a picture from the sky, which shows that he wants to turn a Taoist priest into meat and mud.

On the head of huntian stick, the fat body of Yixin Taoist priest looks like a slightly larger ant, but the strong wind from the tip of the stick can make the whole body of the Taoist priest's robes hunting, and stick to the Taoist's body, as if to leave him at any time.

The Taoist priest was frightened and tried to dodge. However, there were shadows of huntian staff in all directions. He could only hold up his internal power and resist the stick.

"Putong..."

The Taoist priest who just stepped on the surface of the river just like a ball was slapped into the river by Qin Lang with a stick. The white lotus under his feet was also smashed by Qin Lang and dissipated in the air.

"Hula..."

Qin Lang stirs huntian cudgel again and stirs a huge wave in the Tianhe river. When he lifts the stick, a huge wave soars with the huntian stick and draws out a fat figure.

"Whoosh..."

The Taoist priest with one heart sprang up, his face was blue and swollen, turned into a streamer, and fled to the distance.

"Want to run?"

Qin Lang held huntian stick in one hand and shook it forward. Huntian stick came out of his hand and ran after the Taoist priest with one heart. It was like a 10000 ton ship chasing a fat fish.

"Just waiting for you to do it!"

In front of him, he saw Qin Lang's huntian stick out of his hand. He suddenly turned around and let go of one end of the huntian stick. He jumped forward and trampled on the huntian stick. At the same time, he shook his whole body and yelled: "Thunderstorm fists!"

As the one-hearted Taoist priest came running on the stick, his fists became bigger and bigger, and the internal power gathered together was more and more. One blow that condensed the power of thousands of dead men in Thunderstorm came to his face, and Qin Lang was dignified a little bit.

"You look down on me for trying to break my body!"

"Heaven shaking gold -- open!"

Qin Lang points to his arm, a gold sword leisurely holes out, and the fist of the Taoist priest with one heart collides fiercely together.

"Boom..."

The air wave generated by Jinguang Dazao has lifted the water waves of the river several feet high. The water surface of Tianhe is separated from the middle by this fist and sword, and the whole shiziling mountain is shaking with a gust of shaking!

The power of destroying the city and the earth nearly destroyed the whole lion ridge.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, the golden sword collapsed on the spot, and one arm of the Taoist priest had been broken by the golden sword and turned into countless pieces of meat.

For the God level strong, losing an arm is nothing, it can recover quickly.

However, the wound cut by the magic power is full of destructive power. No matter how the One-minded Taoist inspires the divine power, he can not recover.

"You, the demon monk, dare to step on my Lin'an house and kill the civilians in Lin'an. You should die."

Qin Lang burst into a drink and grabbed his big hand in the air. He grabbed the other good arm of the Taoist priest and threw it suddenly.

"Boom..."