Dimensional Fantasy Group

"Squeak squeak~"

The hand gently loosened, and in the next moment like the sound of a thousand birds chirping, the Heavenly Lightning Gun in Xuan Mo Cheng's hand directly transformed into a blue arc of electricity that swam in the void like a swimming dragon, and then turned into something like a feather coat and draped over Xuan Mo Cheng's back.

The blue gun-shaped imprint was imprinted on the back of his right hand.

Two blue lightning bolts appeared in the form of flames on opposite sides of Xuan Mo Cheng's black hair.

On the side, the black flames engulfed Hen Mo Cheng, and his entire body was like a god of war who was willingly bathed in regional fire.

There were pyrotechnics appearing in between the swallowing, and the searing heat directly raised the temperature of the surroundings by dozens of degrees.

"This is? Interesting." Ling Yu was stunned, then smiled with interest.

It was the first time he had seen this form, but after a brief moment of surprise, Ling Yu recovered.

It was probably a secret technique that only certain big families knew about.

After all, the weapons in their hands were not mere mortals at a glance.

Although this kind of power was bizarre, it wasn't worth Ling Yu's attention yet. And he also saw through the nature of this power at once.

By transforming the weapon into a corresponding element to protect one's body, one could explode several times the power in an instant, but this power was just too low for Ling Yu.

After all, an external object was an external object, and what was truly powerful would always be one's own strength, but Ling Yu did not deny that it was a means to save his life.

"Old brother be careful! That's elemental fusion, and by fusing the power of weapons, the already seventh-ranked Hen Mo Cheng will gain power beyond the seventh rank in an instant!" Ling Wei reminded after seeing the two's moves.

"Master, their transcendent figures have already broken a billion! Now the strength could be said to have stepped into the eighth step! And the numbers are still rising!" Nymph was calmly analyzing the side.

Xuan Mo Cheng and Xuan Qing didn't say anything, they both clearly aimed to retreat and had no love for war at all, so Ling Wei's worries were completely wrong.

And ......

Don't you have any idea how strong your brother is!

Why do you have to keep a low profile when you have such terrifying strength!

It would kill you to reveal anything!

At this moment, Hen Mo Cheng's heart was just as depressed as Zhang Forgetting Chuan's.

"I would love to be careful, but it just depends on whether someone is willing." Ling Yu looked at the opposite void with interest.

"Have you been discovered? What a post-apocalyptic thing to do." A vicarious voice sounded.

A white-haired old man slowly walked out of the void, and beside him was a gray-clothed old man of the same age.

Only the two of them were not like ordinary old men, their faces were red and their figures were old, but the blood energy they contained was terrifying.

The space around the two could be seen to tremble slightly.

"Father! You're out of the gate! And Zhang Lao!" Xuan Mo Cheng looked at the two old men who appeared in shock, revealing an excited expression.

"Such a terrifying movement, how could I not be out of the gate, do I have to wait for you to die before I am out of the gate?" An old man stared at Xuan Mocheng.

Xuan Yu, an eighth stage Transcendent King.

Zhang Tian, an eighth rank Transcendent King.

The two belonged to the same king of the Red Kingdom, and were also people who could trust each other's backs on the battlefield.

"Er." Hen Mo Cheng, who was glared at by his own father, scratched his head in embarrassment like a child.

"I already understand the situation. Xiaoyu, you come back. If you don't want to marry, just don't." With a kind face, Xuan Yu waved at Xiao Yu inside the house.

He still loved this granddaughter.

"But, father."

"You shut up, old man!" Xuan Yu threw his big hand, and a terrifying ancient hand condensed in the air directly slapping the elemental fusion mode of Xuan Mo Cheng at once.

"I'll go back and settle the score with you! A marriage? Union of a farthest marriage, just let the younger generation decide on their own, wasn't that how I let you and that girl Yu Qing go back then?"

"Er ...... is." Hen Mo Cheng showed a touch of embarrassment and replied.

"Alright, boy, we are no longer interfering in Xiao Yu's marriage, next it's time for us to settle this account of you beating my two sons!"

Xuan Yu's face was cold.

As the saying goes, you don't look at the monk's face to see the Buddha's face, but Ling Yu even directly ignored himself to fight against his two sons, how could a father endure this?

"What do you want?" Ling Yu asked flatly.

"Be a guest of my Xuan family."

Chapter 216 - Group Members Messing Around.

"You're thinking about p-eating." Ling Yu scolded directly.

"Let me go to your chosen home as a guest, why don't you come as my men?"

"Men? Haha, and this is still a newborn calf not afraid of a tiger." As if he had heard the best joke in the world, Xuan Yu laughed out loud.

"You also really dare to think that you're not afraid of choking even if you let the Xuan family come to work for you!" After laughing, Xuan Yu's gaze darkened and he snorted coldly.

"There's no need for you to worry about that. I'll eat as long as you dare."

"Hmph!" Before Xuan Yu spoke, the gray-robed old man at the side was the first to snort coldly.

Directly taking action.

He wasn't as easy to talk to as Xuan Yu, the current Ling Yu seemed to be completely gaining an inch in his eyes, did he really think that the guest of the king's family was a big cabbage?

An air bomb was blasted out.

Ling Yu indifferently swept a glance at the approaching invisible gas, and with a wave of the Subspace Spear in his hand, he directly split it in half, and the airbomb directly dissipated in midair.

"Oh? To be able to take a move from Old Man, you do have some strength." Zhang Lao's gaze flashed with a touch of surprise.

"How can I fight you without strength?" Ling Yu pulled out a smile and weighed the Subspace Spear, which he threw right at the old man.

"I'll do it." Xuan Yu blocked in front of Zhang Lao.

Turning his hands like a roving dragon, purple lightning slowly shone as his hands crossed out of the mountain.

"Go!" Xuan Yu's face was stern.

In the next moment, the Airy Spear and the purple lightning clashed together.