Dragon Prince Yuan

When the wrecked body of the Lord of the House of Saints appeared in the sight of the powerful on all sides, the eyes of all overcame the intense fear. Of course, what they feared was not the wrecked body of the Lord of the House of Saints, but the two golden lotus flowers that burned the holy fire on his head and shoulders...

That's Double Lotus!

It was in this situation when the Ancestors of Ao Xuan overwhelmed the entire sky!

No one thought that the Lord of the House of Notre Dame could also reach this realm at this moment. Although there are many external causes, no one could deny the horror of the Lord of the House of Notre Dame at this time.

And as the Lord of the Palace of Saints stepped into the realm of the Saints Double Lotus, which came from countless white lightning outside the boundary wall, it also gradually dissipated at this time, the golden giant in the gap of the boundary wall, also became much darker.

Obviously, it is also at great cost that the Holy Nation's mighty convey power and are no longer able to continue to launch attacks across the boundary walls.

Ancestor Xuan is finally able to release his hands at this time, but his eyes have become extremely heavy. Although the two lotus realms of the Lord of the Holy Yuan Palace are very vain, even if the double-lotus realm is again vain, it is finally double-lotus...

“Oh, is this the legendary Saint Double Lotus Realm? ”

The Lord of the Holy Yuan's fleshly blurred face, with its intoxicating colour, felt the immense and vast power of his body, his eyes closed.

For this level of strength, he is a dream.

Ancestor Xuan smiled coldly: "You rely on the power of the Holy Nation to temporarily rise to the realm of Double Lotus, don't you fear no blessings? ”

The Lord of the Palace of the Holy Nuns smiled, how he did not know that after suffering this power, there would be great after-effects, and after this battle, he would certainly be severely traumatized, and it would take a lot of time to regain his strength.

But then what?

As long as he is able to solve the ancients and the dead and capture the holy seal of the heavens and earth, he will be able to become the Lord of heaven and earth, when not only the after-effects can be repaired, but he will also be able to truly set foot in the sainthood.

“Xuan, are you scared? ”

Above the head of the Holy Yuan Palace, there is a vast source of gas rushing into the sky, silver source gas, covering the sky, and those sources of gas, with a rich golden light, golden light in the golden light.

That source of gas is a suffocating pressure.

That's Holy Qi.

The strong jurisdictions can merge the source gas with the power of the jurisdictions, and thus derive the source gas from the jurisdictions.

Stepping into the saint's realm, deriving from the sacred fire, the fusion of the source gas and the sacred fire, is transformed into the sacred source gas.

It is a purer and more powerful force than the source gas of a jurisdiction.

In front of this power, any man beneath the saints is a mantis arm barrier.

The chancellor of the Holy Yuan Palace whistled and saw only that vast holy source gas rolling and rolling. In a flash, it turned into a hundred huge light spheres over the altitude.

Every one of them has the power to destroy.

At this moment, it's like there are hundreds of suns in the sky at once.

“Xuang Xuan, when you pressed me with boundaries, should I be replaced today? ”

The idea of Saint Yuan Palace was windy, the sleeve robe swung, the hundreds of sunny light balls suddenly whistled down, directly against the ancient Xuan ancestors and the immortal suppression.

Looking at those holy source balloons, Qingyang taught them that the strong jurisdictions were all ugly, because they could feel that if these balloons came at them, I'm afraid none of them would follow.

It can be seen that at this time, the strength of the Lord of the Holy See is to what extent.

Ancestor Xuan looked at such an offensive, and his eyebrows were also wrinkled. If it were him back then, he wouldn't care too much about the dual lotus realm of the Holy Yuan Palace master, but unfortunately, he is now just a wreck...

Ancestor Xuan sighed, hands together, lightning out the French seal.

“Great Mountain River Array! ”

The dark blue holy source gas surged, directly between the voids, forming an ancient mountain river, of which every mountain, every river, is naturalized by the vast holy source gas, enough to suppress the many jurisdictions of the world.

Boom!

In that myriad of vibrating eyes, the heavenly sun descended from the sky and collided with the endless mountain rivers. At that moment, the heavens and the earth seemed to be silent, but immediately followed by the unspeakable source storm...

Space over the Black Abyss, collapsing as much as possible.

Some afterwaves reach the ground, and this land is beginning to collapse.

Those who are strong on all sides retreat from each other and do not dare be affected by the aftermath.

But their eyes, staring dead at each other, knew that the situation was almost at an end and that all the means of both sides had been exhausted.

Whoever laughs at the end will be a winner.

Boom!

Continuous confrontation between the two sides, but as time went on, the perceived strong began to realize that the momentum emanating from the surroundings of the ancient Qianxuan ancestors was gradually diminishing.

“In the end, Master is only a wreck. There can be no endless power. I'm afraid he's invincible with the Holy Dollar!” Flood cliff ancestors have a low voice, but their faces are full of powerlessness. At that level of fighting, as long as they plug in, the smoke will dissipate.

Teacher Qingyang was only able to sigh a little, and even he couldn't get involved anymore.

The Lord of the Palace of Saints constantly launched a pounding offensive with a holy spirit. Naturally, he also sensed the change of the ancients of Xuan Xuan, when the corner of his mouth was also full of laughter.

“Huh!”

However, as he tried to quickly crush Azure, the void in front of him suddenly broke apart, a Qian shadow burst out, the tip of his pen waved, and countless ancient origins clustered, turning into a 10,000-strong claw, shooting hard against the Holy Dollar.

That's a nasty shot.

“Huh!”

The Holy Dollar was in sight, but it was a cold hum, only to see his broken body, blood spray, there was a holy source of gas swept out, turned into a colorful palm of blood, and the claws of light were hard to regret.

Boom!

Void oscillation.

The body of the Holy Dollar retreated a few steps, and the delicate body, even more reflective, appeared with a trace of blood on its lips.

“Now that I am a saint, you still want to fight with me?” The Lord of the House of Saints laughed out loud, and in his earlier encounter, he finally seized the absolute upper wind.

“Also, the old devil is already a handicapped candle in the wind, he can't protect himself, so catch you first! ”

The fifth finger of the Lord of the Palace of Saint Yuan grabbed at the void ahead.

The vast holy source of gas swept out, a beam of light interwoven, forming a web of heaven and earth, directly facing the dead.

The Holy Source Gas seals the space, and even if you want to break the sky, it's hard to do.

In the distance, Ancestor Xuan saw this scene, his eyes slightly changed, he wanted to help, but he could not help but was suppressed by the vast and pounding offense of Saint Yuan, and at this time, he felt a weak force began to emerge.

He sighed softly, a little dark, and now he is no longer the ancient Xuan of the heavens and the earth.

A double-lotus realm temporarily reached by external forces can force him to be so wretched.

“Ancestor? ”

Zhou Yuan's voice sounded in his mind, and he also felt that Ancestor's consciousness seemed to have begun to fade.

Hearing Zhou Yuan's voice, Xuan Xuan grinned. “Zhou Yuan, I'm afraid I can only help you get here..."

The Zhou Yuan is also silent. Today's situation is too ups and downs. Nobody thought that the Holy Dollar could eventually gain momentum. Is it true that, as he said, the Holy Dollar has luck?

Besides, it's dangerous out there, and he's in a hurry.

“Zhou Yuan, my soul is about to dissipate, you will soon be able to take control of your body again... When my soul dissipates, there will still be some strength, I should be able to give you some protection, take advantage of the opportunity to find a way to escape. ”

Ancestor Xuan's voice is fading at this time.

“Oh, this time goodbye, really goodbye, because Ancestor, my means are exhausted...”

Zhou Yuan heard the pain in his heart. In fact, he knew that if he did not die this time, even if the Lord of the Palace of the Holy Grace finally received the Sacred Seal of the Blue, he would be attacked by the dark hand of the Lord of the Blue Grace.

But now, in order to protect the immortality, Ancestor Xuan had to expose the hidden remains in advance.

Today, after the battle with the most powerful of the Holy Nation, the soul power of the ancients of Xuan has also been depleted.

“Zhou Yuan, I hope... you will be well...”

Ancestor Xuan's voice eventually dissipated.

Zhou Yuan's body was stiff, his eyes gradually changed, and the ancient and canary retreated, replacing it with that young sharp spirit.

“Thanks, Ancestor.” He whispered.

“Ha-ha-ha...”

At the moment when the wreckage of Ancestor Xuan's soul dissipated, the Lord of the Palace of Saints laughed heavenly and he obviously felt it.

“Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear ”

This time, the Lord of the Palace of the Holy Yuan never looked at the Zhou Yuan again. After losing the soul of the ancient Xuan ancestors, a week, even the ants were worse.

All his attention turned to dawning, and as soon as he caught her again, what happened today would be complete.

“Today's fight is the final winner! ”

In the laughter of the Lord of the Hall of Notre Dame, there is yet another tremendous surge of killing machines outside the grip of the soaring heavenly nets, and once sooner trapped, the Lord of the Hall of Notre Dame will show his teeth.

The circle in the void looked at the scene with a gloomy face, his eyes flashing, and the spinning madness appeared.

He grabbed the palm of his hand, carrying the residual power of the ancient Xuan ancestors, and grabbed the Xuan Holy Seal in his hand.

The Lord of the Palace of the Holy Nunnery finally lifted his eyes and looked to the circumference of what he regarded as an ant. He said indifferently: "Kid, if you hand over the seal at this time, this seat will make you die a little happier. ”

“You want the Holy Seal, don't you? ”

Zhou Yuan's eyes were red, but Mori smiled.

“Here you go! ”

He suddenly photographed the power left by the Ancestors of Xuan and slammed it into the holy seal of Xuan.

Buzz!

The next moment, the Sacred Seal of the Blue was a fracture that appeared directly in those countless appalling eyes and eventually burst into flames.

Countless holy seal fragments, broken out.

Zhou Yuan, you ruined the Holy Seal of Heaven!