School beauty's immortal cultivation powerhouse

"Stubborn!"

The reincarnation three robbers of Beihan palace saw that Yang Tian refused to hand over the strange treasure of Xianlong's ancestral land. His eyes suddenly turned cold and he said softly: "with your strength, do you think the strange treasure that can protect Xianlong's ancestral land can't be achieved? You have no right to touch that kind of thing. "

He stretched out his sword finger and gathered tens of thousands of sharp sword Qi. Without hesitation, he ran over to Yang Tian.

The power of the terrible sword Qi is earth shaking. It can easily tear all the emptiness around.

As soon as Yang Tian's face changed, he directly urged Tianjian Jue to fight against it.

The strength of the whole body to urge, without the slightest reservation.

Hundreds of millions of golden swords are formed in an instant, and they are killed towards the leader of Beihan palace.

"Kill

The sword formulas collide with each other in the void. Although Yang Tian used all his strength this time, when they were within ten feet of the leader of Beihan palace, they were frozen in the void and could not move.

But the tens of thousands of sharp sword Qi he gathered was not damaged at all. He killed Yang Tian.

"Lian Tian Hu!"

Yang Tian drinks angrily, and finally urges the black ancient pot in his hand to fight against it.

The ancient pot was hanging in the sky, and the whole body was emitting a huge black light. The word "swallow the sky" came from Yang Tian's mouth. He squeezed the seal in his hand and swallowed up the tens of thousands of sharp sword Qi.

"Well?"

When the Lord of Beihan palace saw the pot, he was surprised.

He was a little surprised. He stared at Yang Tianleng and said in a cold voice: "I didn't expect that I really underestimated you. You can hold all these powerful ancient artifacts, but even so, what? Your cultivation is very weak. Even if you have such a terrible ancient weapon, you will die after all. The only difference is that you can support more moves in your own hands. "

He is calm, even in the face of this pot, also fearless.

"Yes? The emperor said that he would make you peel off your skin, but he didn't just talk about it. "

Yang Tian's pale face was chilly, which urged Lian Tian Hu to suspend in the sky.

"What you say and what you do, imprison you!"

He once again used the third magic power to imprison the leader of Beihan palace, and then urged Lian Tianhu to suppress him.

If it is successful, the leader of Beihan palace will definitely die, even if he is reincarnated.

However, it is too difficult to imprison the strong beyond his six or seven realms.

The great power of heaven emerged and was imprisoned towards the leader of Beihan palace.

He seems to feel, began to struggle up, action is only a little slow, not completely bound.

In the other's revolt, Yang Tian's power of heaven's way was intensified. Although Taishi Changsheng and Tianji Jiuling were urged to the extreme, his body still had cracks and blood gushing out, which soaked his clothes.

"Put it down!"

Yang Tian's face is ferocious, cracks emerge, and a wisp of blood rushes into his eyes, which turns his eyes into blood red.

He tried his best to urge Lian Tian Hu. Regardless of his own injury, he began to crush the leader of the northern Han Palace.

North cold palace that facial expression finally changed, did not have before of scorn, become dignified.

He raised his head and saw the lid of liantian pot open. The terrible suction wanted to suck him in.

From the pot, he felt the breath of death, which made him slightly uneasy.

For many years, he had almost forgotten what the breath of death was like, and the young man who was only in the middle of death made him feel this feeling again.

"Thousands of miles of ice!"

The leader of Beihan palace yelled angrily. With him as the center, the void was frozen.

The black sky refining pot solidified into thick frost, and the power of swallowing was weakened by several points.

However, under the confinement of Yang Tian's words and deeds, he was slow, and the pot was still suppressed.

In front of the boundless and powerful power of swallowing, the leader of Beihan palace felt that the vitality and Xianyuan were quickly devoured and plundered.

His eyes were full of horror. Although the pot was frozen, it was an ancient tool of ancient monsters. Even if its power was damaged, it was not comparable to ordinary ancient tools.

Lian Tian Hu is still suppressed. As long as he can suppress the north cold palace, even if he has the means to frighten the sky, he can't turn out any waves.

This time, Yang Tian tried his best to make the Lord of Beihan palace take off his skin, or even kill him.

The master of Beihan Palace's face became ugly, and the Lian Tian pot was getting closer and closer. He didn't dare to delay any longer. The power in his body gathered together to resist the power of swallowing. At the same time, he began to break the confinement of his whole body.

"Break it for me!"

He roared, regardless of the loss, the power of terror burst out, directly shattered the shackles of the surrounding heaven.

Yang Tian's words and deeds were broken, and his magic power was broken. Yang Tian spat out a bloodstain, and the cracks on his body intensified again. The whole body almost collapsed, and the four spirits were also damaged to varying degrees.

Taishi's long body is stimulated, and the weak light envelops the whole body, gradually repairing the injury. But now it's gone. The leader of Beihan palace was also a cruel man. He gave up his arm at the critical moment and escaped from the suppression of liantian pot. At the moment, his face became more and more gloomy, and his eyes were fixed on Yang Tian, full of killing intention“ Boy, I have to say that your skill really makes me look up to you, but it's a pity that after all, you are just a dead state cultivation. You have the ability to communicate with heaven, and you can't suppress me. " Yang Tian's mouth is a little bitter. Naturally, he knows this. The only chance has passed, and then he can only be like fish on the chopping board. He is exhausted and seriously injured. What can he do to fight against the reincarnation of the three robbers. Can let the other party lose an arm, and devour his life and Xianyuan, is Yang Tian can do the limit“ You have a lot of cards. If your strength is one or two levels higher, maybe I will capsize in the sewer, but I won't give you any chance. So, you have to die. I will accept your ancient weapon. " When the Lord of Beihan palace looked at the Lian Tian pot in the sky, his face was fanatical. If this kind of ancient artifact falls into his hands, will it be able to fight four or even five reincarnations. This must be obtained. When he looked at Yang Tian again, the intention of killing appeared on his face and condensed a wisp of sword Qi to kill Yang Tian again. But also at this time, suddenly in front of Yang Tian appeared a person. This man was wearing a white robe, old and charitable, with white eyebrows and white beard. The whole body breath is introverted, but it can also be perceived that his strength must be extremely powerful. The old man in the white robe just read a Buddha's name“ Amitabha The sword Qi approached his face three feet and suddenly stopped. He couldn't enter any more. Yang Tiandu didn't even see his hand, so he directly intercepted the strong man of the samsara. There was a look of surprise on his face, a little unbelievable. Is this the master of Xuankong? This northern region is really crouching tiger, hidden dragon. I'm afraid that his strength is not inferior to that of Wushi. Not only Yang Tian, but also the leader of Beihan palace opposite him was shocked. Facing the old man in white robes, his back was a little chilly, his eyes were scared, he stepped back a few steps, and his voice was icy and said, "who are you? It's my business in Beihan palace. Do you want to step in? " The old man in white monk's robe hasn't responded yet. A young man stumbles in front of Yang Tian. He doesn't care about his blood. His face is eager. When he sees that Yang Tian is seriously injured on the ground, he rushes forward and asks, "brother Yang Tian, are you ok?" Yang Tian wiped the bloodstain on the corner of his mouth, shook his head and said, "it's OK, but if you're later, I'm afraid you can only collect the corpse for me." Young Xuankong shook his head and said: "no, my master's accomplishments are terrible. No one is his opponent in this northern region. Even the reincarnation three robberies of the leader of the northern Han Palace are not enough. You will be OK." Hearing this sentence, Yang Tian's eyes also looked at the old man in white robes. He still could not detect any breath of the other side, so he asked Xuankong with some doubts“ What is the level of your master's cultivation? "