Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

In an instant, the whole world turns black and white.

It wasn't really a change of color, but tens of thousands of rays of light pierced the dome, descended from the sky, like countless giant steel needles, all through the heavens and the earth!

The arcs, flames, clouds of fire and magnificent symbols that the ancestors of Leiyang shook out were already shiny enough to make people blind, but under the contrast of the tens of thousands of glittering lights, they all blew away, as if they had been sucked away from all the light and turned into a darkness!

All the eyes of ancient Saint Brothers, including the Grand Duke of Fang, were swallowed by the ocean of light made up of tens of thousands of beams of light.

All they saw were these beams of light that easily stabbed the Red Flame Demon into a hundred holes of sores, and then staggered into the "Flaming Bloodshed Sun Formation," and the hundreds of ancient scriptures that made up the Formula Formula were fragile like thin ice sheets, crumbling and breaking apart at one touch!

They just saw this place, and it was white in front of them, and they couldn't see anything.

But the brightness of the beam far exceeds the limits that their retina can bear, leaving hundreds of thousands of ancient Saint Brothers blind for a period of time.

Until his father dragged him over before he could react, the two of them could not respect their noble identities. They knelt directly on one knee and were shorter than everyone else.

“Qingyunmen, be careful! ”

Fang Dazhang roared, and all the flying swords in the box were celebrated. The spiritual shield swept to its limits.

The eldest son of Fang was scared to death, what “willow leaf sword method”, what “green lotus sword technique” can no longer be carried out, only to hold his hair and shake.

"Tinker Bell" sounded like a storm, as if countless meteors had struck their spiritual shields, and every sound was like remembering thunder blowing up in his arms, blowing his head up, his throat sweetening, and he couldn't help but throw up the urge to bleed.

However, just throwing up blood is good. The old man only heard screaming and screaming all over the place. There were broken muscles and broken Pharmacopoeia everywhere. There was also a hidden smell of burnt flesh. Hot baking and drilling into his nose was really disgusting.

“Ding!”

Something floated in front of him.

The eldest son of Fang poured his spirit over his eyes, rubbed his eyes again, finally recovered a three-point blurred vision, sucked that thing into the palm of his hand, and put it together in front of him, but it was a twisted sword tip into hemp, looking at the shape of the sword blade and the residual symbols, it was the father who sanctified more than a decade of wearing the sword "Green Lotus Through the Cloud Sword”.

“This...”

With the sword of the ruler of Tangtang Qingyun Sword Sect, you have just been sacrificed to the sky, and you blink, and you become like this?

The eldest son of Fang glared at his face, his soul did not guard his house, he dared not look up at all, even dared not think about how miserable the sky was.

“Tap! ”

Something landed next to him, but he splashed some sticky, wet, hot liquid onto his face. The eldest son touched it and found it to be... half a burnt arm.

“Wow! ”

Brother Fang couldn't help it anymore. He held his stomach and vomited.

The world of terror, black and white, came and went fast. The elder man and others felt like a whole year had passed. In fact, in just two or three seconds, all the destructive beams of light disappeared.

But their vision waited more than half an hour for them to gradually recover so that they could see their surroundings clearly... the winds and clouds changed and the world was completely different.

The first feeling of Brother Fang is, was there a huge earthquake just now that shook everyone to the ground and scattered their souls?

Originally the mayor of fairy wind tunnel bones, the real person of the feather spade towel, the hodges of the tiger's back bear waist, the warrior of the armor, at this moment a crown is untidy, the armor is broken, the spiritual flame is dim, the only few pieces of magic treasure left in the fruit are also like a scared hen, a strong drill into the master's arms.

Many people have bloodstains on their faces and bodies. I don't know whether they are themselves or others. Their looks are almost as good as walking corpses. One face is all numb. It all solidifies in a moment of “appalling", and I can't even throw up half a word.

And halfway through the air that was divided into "no-fly zones"...

When Fong finally had the courage to lift his eyes with difficulty by an inch, he was still frightened by the tragedy in the sky and trembled.

Throw away all sores of holes, filled with a clear cave, like a horse's nest of red flame magic, not to mention those unscathed, broken, gradually passed away with the wind; say that the monks of the Red Yang Gate, who made up the "Flaming Blood Daze", and the hundreds relying on the power of the Great Daze, did not put the Star Glow Federation in the eyes at all, flying to the sky to glow Wuyangwei.

Either, like the Red Flame Demon, there are hundreds of holes of sores, blood flow like a bet, there are more than seventy or eighty clear holes in the head; or there is a basin-sized hole between the chest and the chest, and the five dirty six hearts are all flying without wings; worse, there are only a bunch of fleshy meat chunks, attracted by a strange force, trembling in the middle of the air; even some people fly ashes, disappearing completely, the only trace that can prove that they existed is a few melting swords or armor fragments, still smoking in the middle of the air!

Until this moment, many of the ancient saint monks who died hung their initial sarcasm and ridicule on their faces, but no longer had a single soul in their crippled limbs that could change their perception of the Federation of Stars and Glows.

“Boom, boom, boom! ”

Nearly a thousand corpses fell and a bloody storm struck a valley male in the head.

Five more spiritual ships were also completely destroyed, and the wreckage struck heavily around the mountain gate of the Red Yang Gate, lifting dozens of tall dust and scattering it in all directions.

“ …… ”

Everyone was overwhelmed by this nightmarish picture.

But there are still things rising slowly over the no-fly zone.

Brother Fang stared and found that it was the hundreds of young assassins of the six major sects who had just assassinated the ancestors of Leiyang, as well as Zhao Changli, the "Yongtian King", who had been captured alive and publicly humiliated earlier!

Since it is the "head of the four great princes of Floating State”, naturally it is not developed in all limbs, and the brain is simple. The eldest son Ping Su is in the Blue Cloud Sword faction, and is also famous for his agility of mind. At this moment, his mind turns to electricity, and somehow he flashes a thought.

The voice in the cloud, the mysterious monk who calls himself "Li Yao," may not be as light and simple as his voice.

He deliberately messed with Ancestor Leiyang in order to relax Ancestor Leiyang's vigilance, provoke Ancestor Leiyang's anger, eventually allowing Ancestor Leiyang to put all his heart on him, but relax his control over these “hostages”.

What “no-fly zone”, killing Levitra is the second most important thing, saving these hostages is the most important!

Indeed, Mr. Fang can think, Old man Leiyang is more likely to think, just as these thoughts emerged in his mind, there has been a shock and drank on the altar of the previous method. Old man Leiyang pulled up under the baking of seven or eight lava entanglements and pounded over many hostages!

With his “half-step divinity” fix, trying to kill these hostages who are banned from repression is worse than ordinary people, and it's easy to slap them.

Who knows, right at the moment he vacated, all the hostages were dragged hard by an invisible rope, and the speed of ascent suddenly raised a step.

At the same time, dozens of serial thunderbolts were sounded in the sky, and a giant flying sword mysteriously appeared with glittering flames spraying behind dozens of buttocks, coming from all angles to fiercely stab the ancestors of the fierce yang.

Boom, boom, boom!

These strange flying swords have just touched the spiritual flame of the ancient Yueyang, suddenly burst into a bright little sun, sparing the invincible realm of the gods with the ancient Yueyang half-step, also by dozens of small sun students from the middle of the sky to the top of their own mountain gate, smashed a huge mountain gate into a rare rave, and collapsed, even with the surrounding pavilion attic was ruined.

Combined with the damage caused by the previous five spiritual ships, half of the Red Yang Gate was completely lost.

“Yueyang Daoyou, you must regret everything in your heart at this moment. Why didn't you just listen honestly and surrender, but regret is useless. ”

Until this moment, the people still have not seen the true face of the mysterious enemy, they only hear the faint voice in the cloud, “Now there is only one way to barely save your life, that is to hand over the ‘Yunqin Golden Man' in your possession intact, if so, I will only scrap you to fix yourself up, hard labour will not exceed a hundred years, how about? ”

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

The most powerful man in the ancient holy world of the Tang Dynasty came out after centuries of painstaking underground cultivation, mastering the vast inheritance of the "Holy Fire Dynasty” and the mighty Yun Qin Jin people, how can he endure such humiliation in front of hundreds of thousands of practitioners and his own apprentice and grandchildren?

In a rave like a demon, he rushed out more than a dozen magma dragons all around him, but between the staggered dragons, it was more than 30 meters tall, like a giant red god made of magma condensation!

Although the giant soldier had only one right arm and was surrounded by cracks and broken speckles, under the explosion of the spirits of the ancestors of Yueyang, the atmosphere of the infinite fire still erupted, leaving the entire valley covered in a red light.

“This, this is the legendary Yun Qin Jin Man! ”

“So, the mysterious monk who calls himself the 'vulture man’ is stronger than the Yunqin Golden Man, right? ”

“This is enough to make the most of the world's floods! ”

A number of ancient saint monks, not determined by their souls, saw the power of the Yun Qin Jin people, and once again gave birth to a little confidence in the ancestors of Leiyang.

But this time, even the most devout of the Fury Army and the Red Yangmen, confidence is not so strong.

“Speaking of which, you're still afraid of Ben's golden power. ”

Ancestor Yueyang's eyes were red and he was blind to the gambler, “Then taste the power of 'Thunderfire'! ”

“Shh!”

The giant god soldier turned into a red smoke column, flying into the sky, crashing into the undulating clouds, outside the heavenly dome!