Dragon Prince Yuan

Just above the sky, the circumference stood empty, at a time outside its body, covered by a mysterious light shadow, behind which there was a pair of light wings, slowly flapping.

Every flare of those two wings caused a hurricane, a subtle and powerful fluctuation that slowly dissipated.

“Impossible…” Ray Jun, his face was frozen, obviously unable to imagine his strongest blow, still failed to do any damage to the circumference.

Zhou Yuan's eyes slowly opened. He stared at the miserable white Lei Jun and said softly: “Is this the strongest technique of the Temple of Thunder used to fight fish?! ”

Zhou Yuan stared at Lei Jun with no expression. The light wings behind him flashed gently. This mysterious light shadow is naturally “Tai Xuan Holy Spiritual Art”, but this time the Tai Xuan Holy Spiritual Art, is a true complete form.

Through the blood pressure he swallowed, during these days he finally succeeded in integrating the last nine main animal souls into the seeds of the Holy Spirit, which also means that his magic of the Holy Spirit was truly built.

The source gas between heaven and earth, constantly flowing, was swallowed up by the Holy Spirit, and then fed back to the circumference, quickly restoring the source gas consumed in his body.

When Too Xuan Holy Spirituality is truly built, its power is undoubtedly too strong compared to before.

Whoa!

Lei Jun felt a strong death scent from Zhou Yuan at this time, so when he looked back, the first reflex backwards, driving the speed to the extreme, obviously intending to escape.

He has no intention of fighting at all.

Zhou Yuan stared indifferently at Lei Jun like a bereavement dog. Five fingers held together slowly. The cold killing in his eyes made the air around him freeze.

The other party designed it and trapped it in danger, which completely touched the reverse scale of the Zhou Yuan. At this moment, the Zhou Yuan is the ultimate in the killing of these holy sons of the Holy Palace.

These two must be slaughtered here!

Don't even think about running!

Bum!

The wings of the Holy Spirit's Light Shadow, at this time suddenly vibrated, the figure of the Zhou Yuan, directly disappeared in place like a ghost, as fast as you can imagine.

Zhou Yuan's figure has just disappeared here, but just a few short breaths, then Lei Jun is the soul scattered to see, above it, space distorted, a figure emerged.

Zhou Yuan's face was cold, his fist held tight, and he punched down.

That punch, the 39,000 source gas stars in Qifang emitted bright light, the golden source gas like gold pulp, running in the body, followed the meridian pulse, from the circumferential fist, sprayed out thin.

At the same time, between the hearts, a drop of gold is also shining, and countless golden filaments are scattered, connected to the flesh, pounding the power, instilling it.

Under one punch, the power of the 39,000 source gas stars and the power of the flesh and blood!

And with the Holy Spirit's illusion.

One punch had been fired, it had not yet fallen, and the space in front had begun to show a slight trace, caused by a powerful shock of power.

The pounding wind shouted, that Lei Jun was also shocked, obviously noticing Zhou Yuan's strong punch.

“Forgive me! I was ordered to do the same!” Lei Jun shocked and pointed.

That punch, it brings the breath of death, makes Dreyjun no longer have the slightest temper.

Boom!

However, Zhou Yuan was frozen, the fist roared, and eventually one punch burst, carrying a void ripple, directly on the heavy source gas defense outside Lei Jun's body.

Boom!

The many source gas defenses, almost in a few short breaths, exploded as much as possible.

Boom!

Zhou Yuan's devastating punch also landed on Lei Jun's body, and at that moment, volcanic power, erupted as much as possible.

Void oscillation.

A scream rang out.

Boom!

Lei Jun's body, directly at this moment, was bombarded into heavenly blood.

Zhou Yuan, this is such a horrible punch!

On the hill below, the left-hand hill green fish and other people stared at the blood fog floating in the sky. For a long time, they couldn't say a word. The impact of this scene in front of them was too strong.

How could they not have thought that under the fist of Zhou Yuan, a son was born to blow to pieces...

That's the son of the Holy Palace!

You can imagine how much of a sensation this would cause if it came out.

In the sky, Zhou Yuan looked at the floating mist of blood, his sleeve robe waved, and directly blew the mist away, then caught a glittering glow from it.

It's a six-color god-building treasure.

Though Lei Jun was killed by him, he survived the construction of the Divine Divine Treasure that existed in his Qi Palace.

Zhou Yuan put away this six-colored treasure and cast his eyes on the collapsed mountain wall in the distance, where the body of the iron demon grew colder and colder, and he clawed his hands and sucked.

Suddenly, in the body of the Iron Demon, another colorful glow rose into the sky and fell into his hands.

This six-color divine treasure of Lei Jun and Iron Demon contains extremely pure source gas fluctuations. It looks like it has merged a number of divine treasures and is evolving towards the seven-color divine treasure.

Obviously, Lei Jun and Iron Demon have no difficulty in thinking about their own god-building treasures, but unfortunately, they are now married for Zhou Yuan.

The circumference put them away and suddenly glanced at a mountain, the sleeve robe swung, and a source gas burst out, directly there rolling a slight light.

The light flies in and falls into the hands of the circumference, a bronze mirror.

“Bronze mirrors?” Zhou Yuan's eyes glanced at the holy palace pattern on the bronze mirror, knowing that it should have been laid down by Lei Jun before, and this bronze mirror, which should have been the scene that happened here before, passed back as much as possible.

So Zhou Yuan lifted the bronze mirror and turned to his face, his eyes flowing with homicide, and he said faintly: “Have you seen enough? From now on, holy palace seat, two empty seats. ”

The sound dropped and his palm grabbed, directly squeezing the bronze mirror apart.

……

At the moment when Zhou Yuan crushed the copper mirror, outside that Xuanzheng main camp, the image in the sky also disappeared, and that Zhan Taiqing, sitting on the trunk, the beautiful face that had originally smiled and moaned, had at this time become as shaded as possible.

The eyes of the orangutan were full of forest cold.

She obviously didn't expect that the end result would be like this... The two holy princes were killed directly by Zhou Yuan...

As a result, she was somewhat unacceptable.

In contrast to Zhan Taiqing's shadow, Li Qingchan also had a big red mouth. After half a mile, he gradually recovered. The eyes were also full of vibrations.

Zhan Taiqing didn't think about this result, so why did she think about it?

You know, a few days ago, Zhou Yuan beat Chai Yin, and he had to do everything in his power, but now, how much progress did it take to kill two sons more powerful than Chai Yin?

According to this track record, Zhou Yuan's strength, placed among the top ten sons of their Xuanzheng Zong, is enough to be in the top four!

Li Qingchan's eyes were a little complicated. Who would have thought that, unconsciously, Zhou Yuan had begun to approach them indefinitely...

Li Qingchan took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and then his eyes hurled towards Zhan Taiqing with a gloomy face. “Zhan Taiqing, this time, you really rocked and smashed your feet. ”

The fall of the two sons is not a great loss to the Holy Palace.

However, all of this was done by the Holy Palace itself, and if they didn't design it, I'm afraid Zhou Yuan wouldn't have had such a strong kill.

Zhan Taiqing's smile on her beautiful face had long disappeared. Her eyes glanced ice-cold at the place where the image disappeared from the sky, then she retracted her gaze and said faintly: “It's really nice, it can make my temple eat more than once...”

“Li Qingchan, tell him to be careful. If he falls into my hands, I will let him drain the blood from his body and make him cry painfully until he dies...”

Li Qingchan smiled faintly. “If I hear that, I'm afraid you won't be so lucky. ”

“Oh, that Zhou Xiaocai? ”

Zhantai Qingliu eyebrows picked out and smiled coldly: “Besides Chu Qing, is there anyone else I can see?! If she survives that week, just let her come to me and see how I can make her. ”

“I think you'll regret it.” Li Qingchan said slowly.

Zhantai's crimson lips lifted a scornful curve and a red light flashed on his body, which disappeared and a voice lingered.

“Really? I'll wait. ”