Super Monk

Green lamp like beans, light everywhere, black and white circulation layer upon layer, dense, and then infiltrate into the void, as if disappeared.

At the same time, Zhao Fugui bent his finger and shot a bright and gorgeous sword.

The sword is divided into two parts, two parts into four parts, or red, or pure green, or dark, or white, and each of them has its own magical methods, which are brilliant and fall, forming the immortal killing sword array.

In the realm of Zhao Fugui, it's easy to make a sword into an array, and even to form a great array of immortals with "he I projection"!

In a short moment, the Qi of the sword rose and roared continuously. It was full of all kinds of maneuvers. The array was dark and dim, and all things were nihilistic. It was like the end of time.

Seizing this opportunity, Zhao Fugui turned on the "cause of all fruits". The lights were flickering, like a new day on the sea, to illuminate any secret place that resonated with Zhuxian sword array.

If there seems to be nothing, a few faint connections appear, but they are fleeting, like a candle in the wind. When it comes to fluctuations, it goes out immediately. As the tide rises and falls, mysterious and powerful forces come again, and the movement is completely covered. The short "gap" is too late to grasp.

"It's hidden." Zhao Fugui praised it. He didn't feel the slightest depression on his face. He quietly hooked up the strange blood peach and absorbed its strange and evil feeling.

And then as "oil", hidden into a glass lamp.

Suddenly, the lamp flame was long and windless, and all around it became dark. It seemed that it was back to the earliest time when causality was born.

With this sense of breath, Zhao Fugui suddenly grasped a causal link, and his mind came up with the corresponding scene:

it was a simple sword inserted in nothingness, with the word "Qingping" on it. Under the sword, a mass of dark black flesh and blood was crawling wildly, and there was a howl that didn't mean anything. It gave off the feeling of terror and barbarism, like desperate to get back the demon Different blood peach, scared little peach drop, fell into the hole where Gu Xiaosang, hiding behind her, timidly out half a face.

It's really the flesh and blood of Taiyi. It's really part of his Tao Zhao Fugui is completely determined. He is waiting to grasp the connection and lock in the location of jin'ao island. As soon as he arrives, the surrounding scenes suddenly change, and an ancient and vast fairyland emerges.

Fairyland layer upon layer, dense, like huge clouds, surrounded by the top figure.

It's a black robe crown. It's a towering figure with ancient costumes. It's high and ethereal. It looks like the remnant of the emperor of heaven in the Beidou luanjia, but it's more boundless, more magnificent and more ancient!

His face is fuzzy, and there is an ancient bronze bell hanging on his head. The bell rings gently, and time goes back and forth.

This terrible scene, terrible power, makes Zhao Fugui's nature as if frozen. It's like facing the existence at the top of the food chain, fear and fear from his heart, and he can't stand the will to fight.

Suddenly, the old emperor's blurred face showed a pair of eyes bearing the prosperity and destruction of countless civilizations and the beginning and breaking of many eras, trying to absorb Zhao Fugui's mind.

At this time, there was a figure in front of the ancient emperor. He was dressed in a Taoist robe that could not be described by color. Countless generations died at the bottom of his feet. The disconnected river of time was like a real dragon. His body was dark and chaotic, like clouds and dots, and his head was hung with objects like axes and banners.

It turned out to be a God, an extremely ancient god!

The ancient emperor looked down on the emperor and uttered the following sound:

"pretend to be a God and play a ghost, and then quickly retreat."

Boom!

The illusory thunder broke out, the bronze bell collapsed, the archaic emperor disappeared, many fairyland turned into a bubble, and everything returned to its original state.

The collision just now is that the flesh and blood of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi reversely extends its breath with the help of causality, so as to create an illusion, defeat Zhao Fugui's soul, and let him become a walking corpse to carry the will of the ancients. However, Zhao Fugui has the heart seal of Yuan Dynasty, and he is good at egotism. On the one hand, he defends himself with boundlessness, and on the other hand, he uses illusory to illusory. The nine seals are all together, and the Yuan Dynasty begins to appear!

"If it had not been suppressed by Qingping sword, it would not have stopped there. The power of Taigu emperor was beyond imagination..." Zhao Fugui thought rotation, has grasped that is about to disappear contact, sensing the golden ao Island.

It has been moved out of the river of time, hidden in the depth of the misty turbulence of time and space, which is very close to the real chaos and is very difficult to find.

With a flash of shadow, Zhao Fugui's head is on the top of the heaven. He passes through layers of fog and many turbulent currents, and comes to the vicinity of jin'ao island.

Just at this time, a loud drink came out:

"get out of here!"

The white furry fists suddenly emerge, collapse into the void, tear everything apart, turn everything into darkness, and even lead to changes in the turbulent flow of time and space around.

Yuan Hong, the great sage of Meishan, who is practicing pranayama, is aware of the intrusion of strangers.

The fist became bigger and bigger, occupying almost the whole space. However, another light golden fist suddenly fell from outside the territory. It was the same huge, the same collapsing void, and the same tearing everything apart. It was very similar.

Boom!

Storm swept, turbulence "roar", jin'ao Island ban law layer upon layer emerged, will offset the afterwave.And the two fists collapse, and then the flesh and blood wriggle, and grow a new one!

Zhao Fugui stood in the fog and said with a smile:

"how are you, great sage of Meishan?"

Up to now, even if he is above the eight nine Xuan Gong, he can compete with Yuan Hong, the great sage of ancient times.

Yuan Hong has a gloomy face. He didn't expect that the mole ants who didn't look at them at the beginning had grown up to this point. Besides, the shameless guys from yuxu Palace are indispensable behind him. It seems that Lu Ya will make a decision.

Although it is not clear what Lu Ya meant by letting him continue to guard jin'ao Island, Yuan Hong believes that this place will never be dispensable for him. Therefore, in the face of the leader of the contemporary yuxu palace, the new great magician, he does not hesitate to crush an old mottled jade pendant and pass on the problems to Lu Ya.

Lu Ya, who is in the secret place of archaic times, first heard about it. His first thought is to take advantage of this opportunity to kill Zhao Luo. He dares to call on Zhao Luo as soon as he enters the realm of nature. He doesn't know the greatness of heaven and earth. However, this idea is fleeting and can't cause any ripple, because Zhao Luo is not the only one who represents himself.

He is the contemporary leader of the yuxu palace sect. He was passed down by Tianzun at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. Among his peers, there are several great powers. Guangchengzi and Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun are among the nine Taoist sects. They are no less than themselves. In addition, the immortal sword array is no better than himself.

Even if there are no other strong ones in yuxu palace, they can only show the enemy that they are weak. They either hide in the dark or wait for other places. Once they are launched, they will immediately come through the causes of various results. If they act rashly, it is most likely that they will fall instead of him.