Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Big happy day? Hahahahahahahahahaha! ”

“Yongtian King" Zhao Changlei laughed. “You greedy dogs, dumb pigs, are dying, especially if you don't know! Don't watch you dance here today, Yiu Wuyangwei, Yaohe, when my brother Qi Changsheng and the nine top experts return from the Immortal Realm, cut off your swords, kill them one by one, one by one into pus, crush them into powder, no one can escape! ”

With regard to his “stubbornness", Ancestor Leiyang had long anticipated it and was not angry. Instead, he smiled slightly, faintly: “I really don't see the coffin without tears. Until this moment, I still dream in the daytime. Do you really think there is a 'return of the fairy world’?

“To tell you the truth, let all the Taoists hear clearly - Ye Yang is not an ignorant person who can fool around, but I have practiced in ancient ruins for more than a hundred years, knowing some ancient mysteries.

“Immortal Realm? There's no fairy kingdom! Surrounded by our ancient sacred world is an infinite black sea, up, down, about, east, south, south, and south, more than 18,000 miles, 18,000 times! Forgiveness is the ultimate strength of the Eternal Baby, God, and even higher realms. Do your best. Fly without thinking about flying outside for 10,000 years!

“In ancient times, all those who flew out of the ancient holy realm to visit the great power of the Immortal realm have not died tragically in the black sea outside, but have been fortunate enough to escape back. After all the hard work, they have been repaired to the bottom of the valley, and ten lives have been lost!

“Humph, according to my estimation, the so-called 'Visit the Immortal Realm’ and ‘Immortal Order' are essentially conspiracy plots made by you people. The top ten masters of the past have long been together in the deep part of the Ice Plains at night. Together with their power system, the energy damage is not enough to resist the challenges of the world's males, so you came up with such a plan to ease the army.

“Even if they didn't die, they really got an incredible spiritual boat and went out to 'visit the fairy world', either dying halfway, or after suffering, returning with gray feathers.

“Now, Ben Ancestor sits on the benefits of ancient monuments and controls the inheritance of the 'holy fire dynasty'. The strong ones are like clouds, male soldiers millions, and there is the support of 3,000 sectarian friends in the world. Even if they do come back, why should they fight me? Don't you kneel down in front of me and bow down to me!

“Zhao Changlei, you know the timekeeper as Junjie, don't dream in the daytime, submit to Ben Ancestor, give up the wealth and arsenal that Mixed Heavenly Army has been scratching for so many years! ”

“Boo!”

Zhao Changlei broke his mouth and shouted, “Ye Yang Demon, you can jump up and down here, Yao Wuyangwei, you can't jump for a few days, my brother and nine top experts will return from the fairy realm at any time, then, how can I die today, you will die ten times more miserable, a hundred times more! ”

“Okay, okay, okay! ”

The Red Flame Demon closed his eyes, three big faces filled with the color of killing, biting his teeth and cutting his teeth. “The Ascending Yang Formation has just been refined. Indeed, there is a lack of a Yuan Baby to celebrate the Formula. Since you resist all the way to the end, the Ancestors will be complete. What's wrong with you! I would like to see how splitting your five horses, bruising your bones and ashes, sealing your god's soul in the earth fire, burning the earth forever and enduring the torment of lava, those three holy four murderers, the people of the vulture, can make me die ten times more miserable than you, a hundred times more! ”

“Wow! ”

The five spiritual boats could fly in different directions. The five chains were straightened out at once. Zhao Changlei's flesh and bones suddenly heard a series of "clicking” sounds. He was in pain and screaming.

Ancestor Leiyang had the heart to come to Liwei with Zhao Changlei. He was not in a hurry to kill this man. He ordered the Spirit to fly as slowly as possible. He had more time to make this stubborn man.

At this moment...

Among the bustling crowds in the valley, there were dozens of thunderous explosions.

“The old thief is dead! ”

“Old thief! ”

“Leiyang old thief, your time is up! ”

“Tai Xuan Dao, Zijie Sword Sect, Feng Thunder Valley… Six major sects swore to kill the old thief! ”

“Whoa, whoa! ”

Hundreds of swords burst out at the same time, attacking the Red Yangmen Forum at the end of the valley.

“Assassins! ”

“Six great masters dare to assassinate Ancestor Leiyang! ”

The whole valley was in a turmoil for a while, and countless realtors hacked out their blades, sacrificing Pharaoh, and exciting spiritual shields. But there was already a water around them that could not be leaked. Everyone's blades and Pharaoh collided with each other. The spiritual shields interfered with each other, releasing large sheets of luminosity and ripples, and turning into a messy pot of hot porridge.

The god of the Red Flame Demon in the sky is but the magic of the ancient Yueyang who provoked himself with “the Great Array of the Rising Yang”, not his true self.

The assassins from the six major sects, naturally, will not attack this face of law, but they have long looked to the old ancestors of Leiyang who are doing all they can in the courtroom.

“Lord Green Liu” Fang Chengzhi is immersed in the superior power of Ancestor Yueyang, as drunk as a drunk, just wanted to admire the legendary strong man “Yongtian Wang” Zhao Changli was split up by the five horses, but he encountered a more wonderful public assassination.

He rolled out of a hot sweat, lifted his toes, stretched his neck, and risked his life to look in front of the crowd.

It is only a pity that the position of their Blue Cloud Swordsmen is too far behind. They look at the head of dense numbness. There is also a large group of spiritual energy shield turbulent flames of halos and spiritual flames. However, it is a stacked fog of seven colors above the head of the person, and they do not see what is really ahead of them.

He wanted to fly halfway into the air and before he could jump, his father dragged him to death and pressed him to the ground.

Without waiting for the eldest son to react, hundreds of flames fly around, thunder is less than the ear, just rising up, trying to fly into the middle of the sky to blow down, heavily smashed in the crowd, fell a seven dizziness, grinning teeth, wolf to the extreme.

In the flames of the sky, treading on the red clouds, holding a fiery battle knife, wearing red armor, the wind and wind, the inexhaustible Reverend Red Yangmen appeared, that cold gaze and indifferent expression, coupled with the incredibly harsh means just now, made everyone afraid to make a rash move.

Brother Fang shouted fortunately.

I'm not afraid to get a little hurt, but if he gets shot down in public like these bastards, where else would he put it in the face of "The Four Big Sons of Floating States”?

In his heart, he was surprised, on the one hand, to be deterred by the strength of the Red Yang Gate, even these ordinary Gates had such strength; on the other hand, he was itchy, wondering whether the assassin was indissoluble with the Ancestors of Leiyang.

With their toes slammed and their necks stretched and their necks stretched, they could see nothing but a wave of flaming waves sweeping over their heads, turning them all into little fish living beneath the flames.

Fortunately, the riots caused by the assassins arrived quickly and quickly. The scene of chaos gradually subsided before the Lord Fang's neck was stretched out. Over the front court of 100,000 Brothers, hundreds of crystal clear fireballs were gradually raised. In each fireball, an assassin was actually imprisoned.

All assassins were burned by flames and arced through, suffering worse than death.

The eldest son of Fang was stunned and unable to speak for half a day. I didn't think that the cultivation of the ancestors of Leiyang would be as high as the realm of Rusu. Without moving his voice, he captured hundreds of assassins alive and imprisoned them in this strange restraint, making them look ugly in public.

This is dozens of times harder than killing hundreds of assassins directly.

The surrounding crowd was also noisy, and soon the assassins were identified.

“Tai Xuan Dao, Zijie Sword Sect, Feng Thunder Valley, Jin Ko Sect, Sai Wan, Fei Ling Island… are all the gatekeepers of the six major sects! ”

“And they are outstanding masters in their younger lives, and it seems that they have been under the restraint of the 'Immortal Order' for years, they have been unable to shrink, and they have been held back! ”

“Unfortunately, this time they met the ancestors of Yueyang. It's really a 'stunning tree, ridiculous and unpredictable'! ”

“Is there any Daoyang who saw exactly how Ancestor Yueyang did it? It was so fast. I, I didn't even see anything. These younger generations were all captured alive! ”

“Though they are all juniors, there are also a lot of Golden Dan class masters, who can't even walk for three rounds under Ancestor, Ancestor's cultivation, is really unpredictable and unpredictable! ”

Brother Fang sighed secretly. At this time, he finally saw the assassin. He had seen many young masters of the six major sects. He was still the object of the admiration of their brothers, but today he did not expect the wind to sweep and sweep like a wolf.

He was delighted by his father's wisdom and determination.

Exactly, the ancient god of Leiyang, the purple sword sect, what can be counted as, is that the “sword idiot” swan leaves people to kiss, I'm afraid it is also locked in the fire by the ancestors, can't survive, can't want to die?

At this moment, Brother Fang suddenly heard himself not far from the top of his head, a "dripping” sound like a mosquito.

This is a very strange voice. Brother Fang has never heard any blade or pharaoh before. He can make a similar noise.

Immediately afterwards, an array of ripples swung out of the air, and a pearl-sized object emerged from the void.

I don't know if it is disturbed by the flaming spirit that I just had to show up; or it is time to hide in the air.

Grand Duke Fang was curious. At first glance, whether father, sectarian brothers or many Red Yang Gate people, they all focused their attention on the hundreds of assassins in front of them. No one even noticed this insignificant little bead.

He moved in his heart and hesitated for a moment. He finally couldn't help but wonder and quietly unleashed a spiritual energy. He really sucked the little bead.

This is a big eyed treasure.

But there is a sophistication that the eldest has never seen before.

The layered structure like a crystal pupil and the lines wrapped around him, dozens of times thinner than the hair silk, give him a sense of beauty, finesse and ice that is completely different from that of the ancient Holy Land.

Naturally, Brother Fang will never know. This is the difference between hand-works and large industrial pipelines.

“Dip, Dip, Dip! ”

Deep in the metal eyes, a slight adjustment sounded, dozens of laps of "pupils” zoomed in and out, constantly adjusting, as if drawing “eyes” back from a long distance and falling on his face.

Brother Fang struck a shake in his heart. There was no reason to think that this magic treasure was evil.

However, this is the land of the ancestors of Yueyang. There is such a big Red Flame Demon in the sky, it doesn't seem to be anything to be afraid of.

Big Brother Fang swallowed the mouth spit and studied the strange treasure for half a day. He found two very small lines engraved on the back of the "pupil”.

Not only are these two lines 100 times smaller than the rice grain, but they are also missing a lot of brush paintings, and the writing is extremely strange. After half a day of conjecture, the eldest son of Fang reluctantly read out their meaning:

“Phoenix-19 Ultra-Range Multifunction Invisible Eye. ”

“Produced by the Yao Shi Group and reserved for the stationing of troops of the ancient Saint Special Administrative Region of the Federation of Xingyao. ”

“Didi, Didi! ”

Just as the elder man and the crystalline eyes “big eyes stare”, more exactly the same crystalline eyes, all disengaged from the invisible state, big grin hanging over the heads of everyone.

It was as if they had been hanging there for a long time, watching quietly on the altar of the former method, the ancients of the fierce and immortal Yang.