War Songs of Boundless World

"What, simulate the time monsoon and integrate it into the time monsoon?"

Xuehanli was surprised: "elder, the monsoon of time is extremely strange. It seems that it can blow any existence, even directly to our spiritual consciousness and soul."

"Don't we want to die when we get involved?"

Shocked by the speech, Chang Yi, Chen Qianjun, and even Meishan's ancestors suddenly looked at the dance in black.

Yuyanglin's brows are slightly wrinkled and puzzled. The years of the monsoon are fierce. Several people have already had a deep understanding of it when they were in the second layer of the five turbid sky.

"The danger is certain. Almost all tombs of the strong gods are extremely dangerous, but by contrast, the owner's tomb is the safest."

Wuyang looks slightly sigh, pulling yuyanglin, suddenly a smile: "little master, we'd better go out to the temple first, then the years of monsoon is not to appear."

With the wave of the big sleeve of Wuyang, the vast and boundless Temple suddenly changes, and a huge door gradually appears on the right, which is exactly the entrance that yuyanglin and others first stepped into.

Wuyang took yuyanglin's arm and shot out.

But Meishan's ancestors, Xue Hanli, Chen Qianjun and Chang Yi, are still unable to fly. They can only step on the dense air, and their bodies flash out.

"Ten million years later, I finally walked out of the Wuyang temple." At the moment when Wuyang was flying out of the temple, it flew high into the sky, laughing wildly. It was like a child in Sahuan, dragging yuyanglin to fly in the air.

"Master Wuyang." Yuyanglin is a little helpless, and is tightly held by Wuyang in the air.

"Little master, I said at the beginning that I would give birth to a child to anyone who asked me to go out. Do you want one?"

Wuyang embraces yuyanglin. His eyes are full of deep feeling, but they are extremely charming, crazy and fiery. His lips are opened lightly, which makes yuyanglin even unable to control his mind. If he wants to kiss him, the colorful relic Dharma body in his belly is a burst of peristalsis.

"Goblin!"

Yuyanglin scolds secretly. Although this part of the black dress Wuyang dance has only the highest cultivation of the illusory realm, the charm in his eyes and every move of his body exudes the charm that yuyanglin can't resist.

"You've been trapped for a thousand years, so get out of here."

Yuyanglin turns around and falls into the huge glass square.

But Wuyang is like a dress on yuyanglin. It's like a shadow. It's like a wisp of black smoke. It can't be thrown off. From time to time, it blows in yuyanglin's ear and says a few very provocative words.

But it is extremely sharpening yuyanglin's heart.

"Cluck, little master, my separation is completely under your control. You can do anything you want. As long as you move in your heart, Wuyang will meet any of your requirements, ha ha..." Wuyang seems really happy

The four of Meishan's ancestors also flew out of the gate of the temple.

But Meishan's body suddenly faltered. The moment of landing is like a thousand pounds falling to the ground.

"Master Meishan!"

Blood cold, Chen Qianjun, Chang Yi suddenly surprised, Meishan ancestors as if suddenly oppressed by something in general, body waves.

Yuyanglin also found the difference of Meishan ancestors.

"Nothing!"

"When I step into the realm of truth and emptiness, the rules of heaven and earth, the oppression of various powers on me has increased at least ten times!"

The old master of Meishan restrained his breath, but he had no effect. He could only resist the power of heaven and earth.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck

Wuyang opens his arms, and the space power that yuyanglin and others can't feel is rippling in all directions.

"The higher the cultivation is, the stronger the oppression will be. If my master is not supported by the Tao palace, he can only lie on the ground and can't move under this power."

Wuyang demon's eyes flashed a clear color: "no wonder so many years, no one came in, the cultivation of high was suppressed badly, the cultivation of low can't come here may die."

"Yes, master Wuyang!"

Yuyanglin's eyes brightened: "there is an altar in the middle of the bamboo forest on the top of the mountain. It's very mysterious. I don't know if it's useful for us to leave here."

Seeing that Meishan's ancestors gradually adapted to the pressure, Yu Yanglin and others were relieved, and immediately looked at a towering mountain on the right of Wuyang temple.

Four months ago, when several people came in through the water curtain array on the entrance of the tomb, they directly appeared on the altar.

Wuyang's eyes brightened: "go and have a look!"

Wuyang wave, swept up the yuyanglin, Meishan five ancestors, into a streamer towards the bamboo.

"Master Wuyang, why doesn't the power of heaven and earth oppress you?" Yuyanglin was a little surprised. After leaving the temple, Wuyang was still able to fly.

"Ha ha, my little master, just call me Wuyang. Maybe I'll have a baby for you in the future, cackle..."

Wuyang's laughter surged in yuyanglin's heart: "it's not that Wuyang is not oppressed, but that little master you can't feel it."

"The power of this heaven and earth oppresses me the most. Look at the Wuyang temple."

With a wave of Wuyang's hand, people in the sky suddenly turn to see the whole Wuyang temple, as if it was suppressed by a black hole.

"Wow! What a terrible power Chen Qianjun exclaimed, his face changed.

Xuehanli, Changyi, and even the ancestors of Meishan, yuyanglin, also have their eyelids jumping wildly, feeling a terrible power.

It seems that they can suppress the terror of a world.

"I am the noumenon that has been oppressed to be immobile, and I am only locked in the noumenon. Now I have gone into deep sleep. This separation is actually a weapon equivalent to your little master, the weapon of the highest cultivation of illusory realm!"

Wu Yang smiles a little, turns his body into a black sword full of runes in a moment, and turns it into a black sword full of terror in another twist,

It has become a black gun that dominates the sky and the Jedi.

But the change of Wuyang is not the change of common Dharma, but the rhyme of Tao with a strong weapon.

It seems that noumenon is a weapon! But it is more strange than the eighth, ninth and even the Taoist soldiers.

"Cluck, although the little master is a weapon, his body is more real and perfect than any woman. Do you want to taste it?" Wuyang teases yuyanglin.

"Wuyang, is your character your master? The God of Wuyang separated your personality and integrated it into your soul?" Yu Yanglin suddenly asked. He always felt that Wuyang's personality was changeable. Apart from being charming and wild in nature, it was more like venting his inner desire,

"It's true, but it's not all right. Now I may be the other side of my former master's personality, or the other side of my personality, or a combination of the two."

"But it's like the master knows that he will die and lives in another way, so I am Wuyang and Wuyang is me." Wuyang said that yuyanglin and others were dizzy.

"Wow..."

All of a sudden, the spirit of a scattered, yuyanglin and others immediately fell into the first came to the altar.

Wuyang's eyes suddenly brightened: "Zerg altar!"