Dragon Prince Yuan

The rocks rolled down from the walls of the mountain, and countless gazes shocked at the shadow deeply embedded in it, such a depleting and decaying result was something they had not expected.

At the top of those other five peaks, the remaining five sons, also had a slight eye condensation, followed by the emergence of a strong sense of restraint in their eyes.

Previously, the offensive of Shang Chun and Autumn was strong to the extreme, and his own condition was almost perfect, but even so, Zhou Yuan was not shaken at all.

As they can see, the previous weekend did not carry out any source technique, and he relied on pure source gas crushing.

The backdrop of the 180,000 source gas stars is terribly strong.

In the midst of the shock of the heavens, the disciples of Saint Yuan Peak suddenly burst into deafening cheers, and their eyes looked almost enthusiastically at the figure on the peak holding a punch out of position.

At this time, Zhou Yuan is an invincible figure, crushing his peer son.

At that countless convergence of eyes, Zhouyuan at the top of the peak was also a deep breath, slowly closing his fists, and the source gas of the river running in his body gradually returned to calm.

He looked at the mountain wall that had collapsed in the distance, and there was some exclamation in his heart. In the past, he had always been suppressed by other opponents with the advantage of the source gas, and today he finally tried a battle where the hall was crushing the opponent with the source gas.

180,000 yuan gas stars, beneath the realm of the Shinto Palace, when there are really rare opponents.

In the distance, in the collapsed mountain walls, Shang Chun and Autumn broke out, at this time he was covered in blood, his clothes were shattered and he looked unusually wolfish.

He rubbed off the blood in the corner of his mouth, looked at his tragedy, laughed bitterly, and then turned his eyes to Zhouyuan. "Zhouyuan's brother is a source of breath, no one can match it, I can lose orally. ”

“Promised.” Zhou Yuan hugged the boxing lane.

Shang Chunqiu shook his head, his sleeve robe waved, and there was a stream of light coming out.

Zhou Yuan reached out to take over the flowing light, and his eyes seemed to become hot. That was a jade Jane made of ancient jade, where the true Xuan Holy Body was burned.

“Zhou Yuan's brother also seems to have practiced a refining technique. Although I don't know where it came from, it should be in the same vein as the Xuan Holy Body, and with the Xuan Holy Body, your physical training can take you to the next level.” Shang Chunqiu said.

Zhou Yuan closed the jade brief and went back to Shang Chun and Autumn for a gift.

The myriad disciples of Cangxuanzong watched this scene, all with a dark exclamation. Originally, they thought there must be a struggle between Zhou Yuan and Shang Chunqiu, but who expected that this was only a short round, the victory and defeat had been separated.

Among the many disciples exclamation, the figure of the circumference had emerged from the peak and then fell to the spiritual peak under the focus of that lane of sight.

……

At the peak of the Spiritual Pattern, the leaf song sitting on the plate saw the arrival of Zhou Yuan. Some sighed. Even the Shang Chun and Autumn ranked before him were beaten by Zhou Yuan. How can he keep it here?

“Brother Zhou Yuan, knowing that I probably don't have much chance of winning, as the son of Spiritual Peak, I can't let you take my Spiritual Peak without resisting.” Ye Gong said.

Zhou Yuan nodded with a smile. “Brother Ye Gong, please do it. ”

Ye Song was slightly sober, the long palms closed together, and the soul fluctuated between the eyebrows. Finally, the power of the soul gathered quickly in his palms, which turned into a lantern.

However, this lantern is slightly fictitious, apparently by the power of the divine soul.

“This is my spiritual peak technique, soul lamp technique. ”

“Once condensed and molded, this lamp can store soulfighting. Today, although I have not stepped into the realm of the Shinto Palace, it can still be carried out reluctantly thanks to the subtlety of the soul lamp.” Ye Song pointed a little, and suddenly in the soul lamp, a little light appeared, and then the light widened, gradually forming a flame between tangible and intangible fingertips.

It's a piece of soulfire!

Zhou Yuan's eyes were overwhelmed by a slight surprise. This is the second person he saw, besides being immortal, who was able to condense his soulfire without stepping into the shrine.

And the power of soul inflammation, he naturally knew, the Zhantaiqing of the Holy Palace before, under the immature soul inflammation, ate a lot of losses.

“If Zhou Yuan's brother can catch my soul inflammation, then the soul lamp technique is self-serving. ”

When Ye Song's voice dropped, the lantern was a shock, and that strand of soulfire burst out suddenly, traveling between voids to the circumference.

Zhou Yuan looked at the exposed soul inflammation, his eyes flashed slightly, his body immobilized, and he did not use the source gas region. Instead, he let that strand of soul inflammation radiate into his body.

There is some low noise in the heavens and the earth. If this soul inflammation is in the body, it can burn the soul directly. Zhou Yuan may be strong in origin, but it is so hard, I'm afraid it will have to pay some price?

In that myriad of suspicious eyes, Zhou Yuan had already felt the soul inflammation that had broken into his body and started to burn against his eyebrows and soul, whispering a small smile in his heart, and his heart was slightly distracted.

In the space of the divine soul, like chaos, there is infinite immortality and ancient grinding, and the divine grinding crushes from chaos and passes, where everything passes into nothingness.

And that spiritual inflammation, under the grind of God, burst apart in an instant.

Zhou Yuan closed his eyes at this time, his eyes still bright and divine, while the opposite leaf song, the color of the face was irresistible, he should have noticed that that strand of soulitis had been extinguished.

It made him feel a little weird. How long was this? After only a few dozen breaths, Zhou Yuan dissolved the psychotitis that broke into the body?

Ye Gong's mouth moved, but eventually he sighed bitterly, "I lost. ”

He also had no ink marks. Raising his hand was throwing Jade Jane, who had recorded "Soul Lighting", to Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan took over, hugged a gift, also without dragging, turned directly, and then turned to the peak of Ray Hell.

……

There, Lu, the son of Thunder Peak, stared at Zhou Yuan with a low voice: “I, the art of Thunder Peak, called Thunder Prison Technique, fell into it, like Thunder Prison, difficult to break through, eventually destroyed by Ten Thousand Thunder. ”

Boom!

When his voice falls, only the rolling source gas bursts out of his body, causing violent thunder between the heavens and the earth.

Zhou Yuan glanced at the thunderclouds, and a thunderbolt traveled in them like a giant python, bringing incredible power.

Boom!

Thundercloud swallowed up, and the next flash came down, directly at the center of the circumferential fierce bombardment.

Thousands of thunder landed, sparkling light erupted, while drowning the body of the circumference.

Those attacks, countless people can see the action, but at this time, no one is worried about the security of the Zhou Yuan. Instead, they are thinking about such an attack. Can we really stop the Zhou Yuan like a bamboo breaker?

Thousands of thunder roared on the top of the mountain for half a column of fragrance, eventually Lu shocked the appearance of some pale colour on his face, obviously a source of exhaustion in the body.

So that brilliant thunder gradually converged.

When the top of the mountain reappeared in people's eyes, it was scorched earth, and the earth was filled with pits, but they didn't care, and their eyes stared dead at the place where the previous Zhouyuan stood.

At this time, there is still a figure standing still, strong source of gas, surrounding it, forming a layer of defense, those defenses, blocking as many thunderbolts as possible, and on the skin of the circumference, the jade light began to bloom, even if the fish with leakage bombarded its body, it was still hard resisted by his strong and horizontal flesh.

With his energy and physical strength, even though he had been bombarded half a column of incense time in that mine, there was still little damage.

The sky is quiet. As a result, victory and defeat are self-evident.

Lu Zhengshen's face was calm. Obviously, he had predicted this, so one of the best bullets, one jade was simply shot at the circumference.

Zhou Yuan reached for it, the surrounding body gas converged, he smelled the scorched earth smell, it was also a long spit white gas, now, the six great sons, has lost three.

Zhou Yuan turned around and as he moved, he appeared at the top of Snow Lotus Peak.

……

On a giant rock at the top of the peak, Li Qingchan sat on a plate, her delicate body was long, and her body was in perfect shape. However, at this time, her soothing, cool face was carrying some complex colors, and she looked at the figure that had reached the top of the peak.

She remembers that when she first met Zhou Yuan, this guy somehow broke into her bathing place, and if she hadn't died, she would have kicked the guy's ass.

And at that time, she was a little upset that she was taking care of Zhou Yuan. In her view, the brilliant young man was definitely one of the only young girls in the blue sky.

Even Jian Taiqing of the Holy Palace is not comparable.

So, in her view, the Zhou Yuan was totally like a toad glued to the swan, and in that stunning snow-white room, there was a glimmer of dark green.

In the past, she couldn't understand why dawning seemed like the last week. After all, dragons didn't live with snakes, phoenix didn't live with birds, and the circumference with dawning seemed out of place.

However, during these two years, Li Qingchan also saw for herself that she did not deserve a young man at all, but was a step forward, and eventually caught up with their sons in her occasional surprised gaze.

And now… begins to transcend.

At this moment, Li Qingchan also has to admit that her eyes are much worse than those of a young man.

In Li Qingzhan's complex gaze, Zhou Yuan also set foot and smiled at her head. Such a smile appeared in Li Qingzhan's eyes, but it was like two years ago in the bathtub. She looked shocked at the teenager's head coming out of the water. At that time, he showed such an awkward smile.

It just seemed like a nasty smile, but now it seems to be condescending and humble.

“Sister Ching Chan, please also instruct. ”