Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Li Yaoxin was struck by a shock.

This looks beautiful. A monk like a young man in his early twenties is actually a master of bitter cicadas who is free from the name of "Three Holy Four Homicides” but is also qualified to compete in the name of "The Ten Masters of the World”!

According to Dan Feng Zi and Yan before leaving, Master Bitter Cicada's cultivation, even far beyond that.

He is truly a training genius with Sukhui. As early as sixty or seventy years ago, he was one of the best in the world. He was even reputed as the number one expert in the realm of the Divine Divine Divine Divine Divinity after witchcraft cloud and Meng Er-Heart!

Even Yan openly admitted that if Master Bitter Cicada closed his mind to meditation and focused on cultivating spiritual energy, his current achievements would definitely be above him!

However, the aspirations of this Master Bitter Cicada do not appear to be above the realm of impacting God. Instead, he has truly fulfilled the ambition of the floating massacre of "relief from disaster, universal life”, devoting a great deal of time and energy to fighting natural disasters and rescuing ordinary people.

For decades, he was said to have fought dozens of meters of tsunamis on his own, put out thousands of miles of volcanic fire and suppressed the volcano that was about to erupt next to a thriving town, consuming too much spiritual energy, injuring himself severely on several occasions, stagnating and even falling sharply.

Originally a master of bitter cicadas with half a foot in the realm of transforming God, it has been worn out for decades and can only be compared to the "Three Holy Four", or even slightly worse.

Lightning thunderbolt, in the storm, Master Bitter Cicada footsteps on the moon, golden, but with a rusty black iron Zen wand in his hand, instead, he leans across the shoulder with a huge circle of unfriendly glassy beads, each bead has a fist size, crystal clear, there are many speckled symbols hidden in it, flashing, glowing!

“Psst!”

Master Bitter Cicada looked at the eyes of the Polygon Monster, full of sadness and compassion, but a yellow bell burst into his chest, originally crossed the body of the rosary, one flying, a total of eighteen rosary beads surrounded by the Polygon Monster, like a meteor spinning fast!

“Dawei Tianlong, hidden in the prime of the earth, floating like a float, universal life, locks! ”

The voice of Master Bitter Cicada, a big bell that has been ringing for tens of thousands of years, penetrates through the clouds and storms and is clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

For every word shouted, the light on the eighteen rosary beads brightens, and the rosary beads become more transparent.

When the last “lock” exit, the eighteen marbles were all melted in the air, originally sealed therein, and the octagonal symbols were liberated!

“Boom, boom, boom! ”

Thousands of characters shook out a string of golden arcs, condensed into a shackle that laid the heavens and the earth, locking the three giant heads of the polygonal monster to death!

Multilateral monsters scream terribly and struggle desperately, but they can't escape the constraints of Master Bitter Cicada.

Even those three demons were set in the middle of the sky, trembling for awhile, unable to move!

“Whatever you say, the script is true! ”

Li Yao was surprised.

He feels that this string of marbles used by Master Bitter Cicada is somewhat similar to the Pankos he fought in the ruins of Kunlun.

At that time, Pangu people were also following words, transmitting their spirits and wills through sound waves, pulling the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, forming a ever-changing model of spiritual energy, and then manifesting itself as a divine power of different nature!

This string of rosary beads, most likely also in the era of the floods, the treasure of Pan Ancient civilization is polished and transformed into an immense treasure of the floods!

Under the suppression of Wanzhu, the Polygon can't move and growl!

The Master Bitter Cicada sat on the moon whitewash, her eyes closed slightly, her hands closed ten, the rusty wand across her arms bent, reading words, she had a bright and inviolable ultra wind, and overflowed herself.

With the activation of his spell, the shackles of the eighteen golden beads are becoming tighter and tighter, as if they were branded iron. A deep brand has been branded on the polygonal monster. A ray of smelly black smoke springs up in the sky, even the storm cannot extinguish!

If you look at the Polygon, you're going to be suppressed by Master Bitter Cicada, but...

Raging spirits in heaven and earth are looking for the most “fat” “prey”!

Whether Li Yao, Yan Leaving, Dan Feng Zi or the many swordsmen of the Purple Sword Sect, they all lowered their shapes, converged their breath, and did not dare to move lightly under the power of thunderstorms.

Even so, there are frequent lightning thunderbolts, blowing up around them, a ray of electricity flowing through their bizarre eight pulses!

Master Bitter Cicada flew high into the clouds and tried his best to run the spirit, running the magic treasure with no hesitation, turning himself into a shiny “lightning rod”!

“Boom!”

“Cut!”

Just as he provoked the power of the Pearl to its limits, numerous lightning bolts pounded at him from all sides, heavily bombarding his moon-white spiritual shield, blasting arcs and sparks!

Being bombarded by a thousand thunderbolts, Master Bitter Cicada's figure is slightly shaken, the corners of his eyes and mouth are invisibly infiltrated with a few winding lines of blood, his expression remains unchanged, he still maintains faint compassion and anguish, he continuously outputs his spirit, his soul and his life, he does everything he can to suppress the Polygon Monster and prevent him from having the chance to continue bombarding the dam!

He is not fighting with a Polygon Monster, but rather destroying and decaying an entire heaven and earth, enough to destroy everything. The Raging Spirit is fighting with a less powerful body, resisting thunder, tearing lightning, splitting clouds, and suppressing rolling flood peaks!

The sharper the lightning, the louder the thunder, the crazier the storm, the brighter the eyes of Master Bitter Cicada!

Li Yao had never thought before that a person's eyes could shine to such a degree, really like flowing light liquid, spreading along the corner of his eyes in all directions!

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Lightning continues to fall over the head of Master Bitter Cicada, and the moon-white spiritual shield is dying like a candle in the wind.

Master Bitter's skin slice cracked, revealed in the crack, is actually a faint golden light!

It's like having a little Golden Buddha in his perfect leather bag!

The Master Bitter Cicada bites his teeth and insists that the rusty black iron wand between his arms has been stained with light gold by the blood he has shed.

He alone is not enough to fight the whole heavens and the earth!

In Li Yao's hesitant moment, the Polygon Monster has earned a breathing space!

Its three heads swelled wildly, each poisonous needle-like tip of its head, turning into blood red.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! ”

Poisonous needles on the three heads of the Polygon, like a storm * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Master Bitter Cicada may be able to dodge, but once he dodges, the Polygon will completely escape, and only a gentle bump at the end will completely collapse the dam!

So Master Bitter Cicada couldn't hide, but it was a low whistle, the black iron wand came out of his hand, rapidly spinning in front of him, forming a pale gold shield, only listening to the "ding-dang" noise, the vast majority of the thorn poison needles were blocked!

Nevertheless, there are very few leaking fish, and at a moment when lightning struck the master of bitter cicadas, he stabbed the past silently!

“Pfft, pfft, pfft! ”

All the poison needles burst into a powder before touching the flesh of Master Bitter Cicada.

But they finally disturbed the spirit of Master Bitter Cicada, causing a bolder lightning bolt than Li Yao's thigh, and directly struck Master Bitter Cicada's Heavenly Lid!

“Boom!”

The Master Bitter Cicada groaned and the bloodstained arc seemed to run out of his eyes, nostrils, ears and mouth at the same time.

The symbol used to suppress the Polygon Monster is one of convergence, and eighteen rosary beads reappear in the void!

The Polygon Monster took the opportunity to move up and escape the true shackles of Master Bitter Cicada.

The three demons that had solidified in the middle of the sky also returned to its control. They slipped around a few times, dragged into a large number of arcs, and once again condensed into three dark blue spherical lightning bolts. One by one, they caught Master Bitter Cicada!

Li Yao can't hold on any longer.

But someone is one step faster than him.

Sword-dead swallows thundered away, and the powerful spirit at the peak of Yuan's infancy could be released to its limits, transformed into a hundred meters long sword mantle, whistling towards the multilateral monster.

“Wow! ”

His appearance, like a firefly with a lantern in the night, was so glaring that it suddenly attracted a lot of lightning that was supposed to pounce on Master Bitter Cicada, all turning and jumping at him!

“Chop!”

Swallow has not sheathed the long sword, but the sword qi has divided into dozens of sharp and inappropriate rays, splitting the lightning directly into twisted arcs, and shocking the arc into a spark of stars!

Until this moment, a 20-metre long snowflake sword emerged in the void, like a narrow magnet, dragging the surrounding arcs all the way around the sword body, the arcing flashes instantly expanded to 45-metre long!

This is one of the three mysterious swords of flooding that Yan used at the Longquan Congress.

The biggest black sword has been completely damaged and is not worth repairing.

The remaining two mysterious swords are just cracked on the surface and can be refined to restore a certain amount of power.

Li Yao, however, was the gatekeeper of the order purple sword sect. After the complete collapse of the black sword, the "powder" was collected. After being remodeled, it was fused into the other two mysterious swords of flood wilderness as a reinforcement material, and it was considered waste use.

Yan left the sword and chopped off. The three heads of the Polygon Monster shrunk back at the same time. He couldn't care less to haunt the Master of the Tormented Cicada. The three demons Dan flew back, trying to haunt Yan away from the great sword.

How dare a sword dozens of meters long, under the control of swallows away, but like a soft sword wrapped around his waist, he actually drew a strange curve in the middle of the sky, drilled along the gap between the three demons, and directly chopped off a head in the middle of the polygon monster!