The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor

With a big move, the gossip Ge Xian furnace appeared again and again in front of everyone, and then shook his hand and a simple big sword to protect the left side of the body. On the right side of the body, what is not Huang Tianyin.

His eyebrows flicked inadvertently, and he actually sensed the fighting message that the little bug passed from the sleeping animal ring.

This is somewhat unexpected to him. What's more, you are not sleeping and transforming, why did you wake up at this time, and still look like you are going to move, you won't want to nibble these magic weapons Okay.

Judging from the past actions of the little bug, it is really possible.

It is simply a bottomless hole that can't be raised. I want to swallow it when I see any heaven and earth treasures. I don't care if the small belly sac can hold it and digest it. It's more greedy than anything.However, he still likes this little guy quite a bit, and actually took the initiative to ask him in the face of the hostile enemy, without raising him for so long.

As for him, he just chose to appease the little guy, and this little ostentation would not fail him, a character who had been a demon king. He didn't know how many times he faced a more dangerous scene.

Sure enough, this time it was the scholar with long arms who looked harmless to humans and animals.

The clever and unresponsive style rounded the big rod and seemed to be awkward, but it was extremely threatening.

To deal with this kind of attack, Ye Chen had a lot of experience. After the Baoguang's flashing gossip Ge Xianlu swelled up to a size comparable to the method's treasure, he was hit by a diagonal stab.

I didn't hear the sound. I saw a tide of Baoguang tide spreading in four directions. The space where Baoguang passed was instantly silent, as if all living things passing through the space had been wiped out. Only a few spellcasters and other clothes had no wind. Swinging himself, he also swears at the extraordinary strike.

"Good job!"

This attack cheered up the four young masters of the demon clan. In front of them, they were all invincible against Ye Chen's attack. Now they finally have an existence that looks comparable to someone Ye, which makes their suspended heart. I can finally put it in my chest at ease.

They are not stupid. They came and told me to say goodbye to other elders. Let them know that this action is not as simple as what they said.

"Well, yes. The demon element is pure and surging, and the magic weapon is skillful, which is much stronger than a pig, a snake, a bear, and a lion."

Ye Mouren was pulling hatred shamelessly, where he was complimenting the other party, and was obviously using the other party's performance to wash away several other rivals.

"put..."

Before the words were unexported, Ye was suffocated back by someone's next words.

"But well, I only used less than 80% of my mana, but I don't know how much demon Yuan this Daoyou used?"

When the smell changes, if this is true, they will be too happy.

They know the scholar's style too well. It is definitely a master who uses all his strength to fight rabbits. How can he not use his strength to face such a big enemy.

"Daoyou has boundless mana and admires it."

The long-armed scholar with a slightly pedantic combat experience is also extremely rich. How could he not understand that Ye Chen asked him knowingly, he was very clear that the other party’s connivance and calmness were not pretended, but his demon Yuan used a full amount.

The other party said that 80% of the mana was used, and maybe 80% was not enough.

"Don't listen to him, it's not necessary to take it seriously if you deliberately crack down on my morale. Everyone comes together. Is it possible that the four magic weapons that I waited for would not lose the remaining 20% ​​of his mana?"

Zhuya first shivered calmly and shouted.

He was the latest in the arrival of the rest of the people, and he was the one who had not been subdued by Ye's strength. There was a hint of the other three unbearable burdens.

"Correct."

"Do it yourself."

Four directions, four attack methods.

The pumping, patting, and rolling of the dragon whip, the pressure, smashing, and bumping of the mountain stamp, the winding, wrapping, and thorns of the fairy wood, the burning, roasting, and gilding of the heart flame. With a twelve-point mental response, the Yuechen Hammer attack is no longer a pure land by the side of the Red Dust Lake. The wonderful scenery that once made people forget to return has become the Shura field.

Many water monsters in the lake water that were not enough to be transformed were first affected. They were either skewered by violent flames or burnt into skewer by other magic weapons. As for living creatures on land, they can be called The living creatures probably no longer exist.

Ye Chen used the giant Que sword, which cut gold and cut jade, to deal with all kinds of close-up attacks, and the huge Huang Tianyin to deal with the peripheral offensive. The absolute main force is the gossip Ge Xian furnace that emits blue flames in the Baoguang furnace.

The competition between magic weapons not only depends on the quality of the treasures, but also depends on the cultivation of the people who control them. In fact, the magic weapons themselves are hard power, and the transportation of mana and demon is soft power. Both are indispensable. And complement each other.

Spells that don’t have mana blessings supported by the demon element may only be able to test the quality of the magic material. If they are combined with the mana and the demon element, it will be different. The power can be said to be too much.There are ancient records that can fight the land and boil the sea in the battle of ancient power.

Although Ye Chen didn't fall down for a while, he was also confused by the offensive of several people, and the space for activities was compressed by several demon masters.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, they gradually moved the battlefield onto the surface of Red Dust Lake.

At this time, the shrimps, crabs and fishes in the Red Dust Lake had been crushed by several people, and the lake water was almost steamed by them.

The huge water vapor rose up, and the cold airflow from high altitude formed a mist that wrapped around a few square meters.

When the fog group included the low-lying Mingyueguan buildings, and after a low drink of "The time is auspicious," the closed door of the red dust hall with a "squeak" sound was automatically opened from the inside.

A few restless maids outside the door looked out nervously at the portal opening to the cave, but their mana was so low that they could not penetrate the thin mist and see the scene inside the hall.

I only heard the sound of "tapping" footsteps, and slowly saw the white figure of the faint lady walking out of the hall.

"Congratulations to the saint."

The women quickly knelt down and shouted as usual.

In their view, there is no major problem for the saint to be able to come out at this time. She still needs to come forward to deal with things under the mountain.

They didn't feel that there was anything wrong, yes, this time, the saint didn't greet them to get up as usual, and even didn't even say anything, maybe there was a gesture to make them get up, but they didn't see it at all.

They hesitated to look forward to a little time and then got up on their own to follow the saint who was no longer familiar with her and went down the mountain.

No one noticed, and no one cared that there seemed to be one less statue in the red dust hall.

They were wondering, why didn't the Saints turn into a streamer and rushed to the fighting site under the mountain, wasn't that battle important to the view of Mingyue?

At this time, many people in the holy city, whether they are human race monks or demon race monks, found that the direction of the bright moon view seemed to be foggy.

At first, people didn't take this seriously. The area around Mingyueguan was originally sparsely populated. After it was reported that Mingyueguan had lost the most precious baby, few people were willing to approach recently. After all, Mr. Guatian Li said clearly Even the young cultivators who had rushed towards Murong Fairy in the past restrained themselves.

Gradually, they all discovered the unusualness of this fog, like the spirit fog, but the spirit eyes could not penetrate without saying, and even the divine insight could hardly be done.

Gradually, some cultivators remembered a legend that had long been forgotten, the legend that the Red Dust Lake was dry, and the Red Dust was looted.

The problem is that there is always so much water in Hongchen Lake viewed by the bright moon. If the rain does not rise, the drought will not decrease, and it will always look the same.

The monks in the city have been used to it for years.

No one would think it would dry up.

Earlier in that legend, there were still noses and eyes. One of the phenomena is that a fog can be raised in the area under the concept of Mingyueguan. This fog can isolate the cultivator’s consciousness. When the concentration is large enough, it can not be worn by the Fayan Lingling. Penetrating.

"What? Is the direction of Mingyueguan really fogging?"

"Quick, go to the Lord."

A very beautiful old man with a long white beard took care of it and was appalled.

The unreported youth who hadn't taken the news seriously was also flustered, and was about to go to the depths of the house, but was stopped by a gentle female voice.

"No need to report anymore. The Lord is shutting down in the main hall, and all affairs here are temporarily accepted by me."

"Yes, ma'am!"

One old and one young hurriedly responded to the newly emerged human race nun.

"Master, do you know that legend?"

"Don't be alarmed, it's just fogging, it may not really match the legend."

The graceful and noble human race nun comforted the old man and saw no signs of confusion.

"Old slave knows wrong. The less people think of that at this time, the better."

The old man glanced at the young man to explain, but did not wait for the next command of the human race, he found that she had been paying attention in a certain direction, as if she had lost her mind.

He hurriedly removed the youth from here, and strictly prohibited the other party from spreading the news in the government.

In the vast area of ​​the Holy City, many cultivators have rushed to the Mingyue Temple. To see what happens, most of them are strong men of the ancient demon clan family, but more ordinary cultivators have not been affected by the slightest bit. What are you doing.

At this time, the battle in the center of the fog is in full swing.

After the initial hustle and bustle, Ye gradually figured out the routines of these people. After containing the main attack's Tongwen offensive, he began to fight back against several young demon masters.

"Hahaha, a few young masters of the ancient demon aristocrats, who have magic weapons in their possession, but can't exert their magical power of ten percent. Just want to force Mingyue to stand out? Are you looking at yourself too much? "

He has only used three magic weapons, and none of them has inspired the unfathomable potential of any magic weapon. Of course, he is qualified to laugh at those who besieged him.

"Humph."

Responding to him was cold hum, or simply a silent silence.

Several young masters have long discovered that they kicked the iron plate today, and if no foreign aid arrives, they will thank them without falling into the opponent's hands.

The people fighting were unaware that the cracked underground lake floor and the unbroken fog cover had already completely cut off their contact with the outside world.

"Holy Lady. What is this man's origin, how can it be so powerful? Even the stomping of the feet can make the young masters who tremble by the red dust lake eat like this."

It was still the Han Xiaowu who was talking.

Several of them have long followed their saint's temple down to the shore of Hongchen Lake, but they have been hiding in the misty sea and are unwilling to show up.

To be precise, the woman in white who has not spoken since she came out of the hall, that is, Murong Xiaojiang, sought after by many young cultivators in the holy city, has always remained silent.

Obviously, Xiao Wu's wordless search didn't get a response from Murong Xiaojiang. Only a few of her maid's companion's eyes responded to her, but she stared back tenaciously, which means that you do what you want.

I don't know why, the surrounding fog has a huge impact on others, but it doesn't affect the maids close to Murong Xiaojiang.

They also wondered why the fog that had made their roads unclear just now turned into a thin layer of veil now.

The young girl in white, who seemed to be watching the battle calmly, frowned from time to time, as if she was suffering.

In one space, a painting on the calm lake surface of Red Dust Lake stopped in the center, and a guqin hovered not far from it.

"Xiao Jiang, you have already handed over to Master to take over. Why are you still unwilling to hand over this broken piano?"

"Master, forgiving disciples can't obey your orders. Haven't you always said that I and the heirs of Mingyueguan can keep the soul even if Shou Yuan has exhausted? The disciples' physical bodies have been delivered to you to control. The inherited Zhige paintings inherited there are also fully handed over to your elders. Why can't you let your disciples keep their spiritual knowledge and escort your elders with this humble Qi Qingqin?"

It turned out that there was a small person on the hovering guqin. A closer look was the mini version of Murong Xiaojiang.

The voice talking to her came from the painting.

"My good boy, you, a monk who has just entered the land of fairyland, has no physical body to control, and has lost a powerful magic weapon to drive. What do you use to protect the master?"

As soon as this remark came out, the painter suddenly bullied towards Guqin and wanted to devour Guqin and Murong Xiaojiang as a whole.

Guqin was unwilling to show weakness, and suddenly became huge, colliding with the painting.

"Shameless, even if you work on the magic weapon of teaching, I still want to devour my spiritual knowledge directly. If it weren't for my talent, I cut off the connection with this broken painting early, rebuilt the magic weapon of life, and really let You succeeded today."

The Guqin can be huge, but the mini version of Murong Xiaojiang is always the same, but this little one is angry, and even the vast lake water suddenly becomes choppy.