boom!

The brilliant golden light squeezed out from the fingertips, like a dragon and snake holding it up and pushing it, and it also seems that the shadow of a mountain appears on it.

The complementary powers of supernatural powers are undoubtedly displayed at this moment.

Yang Yuqian was walking in the footsteps, and there seemed to be shadows of ghosts and gods behind him, there seemed to be a roar of gods in his body, and there was a roar of mysterious thunder, and a bright light as bright as the sun.

The colors in his palm were intertwined, and the original air flowed out, carrying the heavy mountains and the sharp edge of the divine weapon.

As the momentum was together, the void roared and shaking for thousands of miles, as if it was about to be squeezed out by this unparalleled fist force!

"Come on the verge of presumptuous again!"

"snort!"

In front of the tower gate, Shen Tu Yulei looked at each other, restrained his feelings, and did not see the divine light burst out. He just stretched out his hands and acted as a stance.

Wow~

The two gate gods were moving very quickly and there was no magical sign, but Yang Yu's eyes were condensed.

A door suddenly appeared in front of him.

This gate is only one person tall, with a chaotic color, which looks like a void and illusion, and it seems like a bubble and collapses at the touch, but it blocks his fist that can shake the mountain!

"There is no way to enter the ground!"

The moment the huge collision sounded, Yang Yu had already retreated with great decisiveness.

There is no way to enter the earth, which is the great magical technique that Shen Tu Yulei practiced together!

For some reason, these two gate gods who are guarding the gate here must not be the ancient Eight Extreme Lords, but are more like phantoms under the spell of the Immortal Magical Illusion Realm. They do not really have the power of the Eight Extreme.

But when the two joined forces, the Eight Extreme Lords were moved by it, and any Nine Yao Lords would be discouraged.

This great magical technique without a gateway into the ground was suspected that even if his strength was ten times greater, it would never be possible to break it!

This is the great magical technique of at least the eighth level!

Boom!

Almost the moment when Yang Yu pulled out, a pure white light that was extremely fierce bloomed in front of him!

In addition to the Jiyun Golden Tower, the charred earth, rocks, and voids rolled and shattered at the moment when the white light rose!

Yang Yu's almost unreserved fist posture was also defeated by this white light, and it was like a heavenly sword, reaching the depths of the void, thousands or tens of thousands of feet away!

The color, the traces, and the momentum will never dissipate for a long time!

"There is no door to enter the earth, there is a way to go to heaven!"

In the violent storm, Yang Yu was shining with his clothes and his expression was full of solemnity.

This great magical technique that combines killing and protecting the body was famous even before ancient times. It was sent by the gate god. It was truly a one-man who could only pass the barrier.

It was precisely after seeing the power of this great magical technique that he had never intended to try again for more than 20 years in seclusion.

When he tried for the first time, if he hadn't seen it well, he would have been sent to the sky by this white light...

but……

"You little devil, how dare you come?"

Before the tower gate, Shen Tu laughed loudly, as if he was quite happy, but before his words could be finished, his face suddenly darkened.

But when the familiar blood energy rose again, Kuixing rushed over again!

"A few more times, the same is true!"

Yu Lei smiled coldly, and the two of them stretched out their arms again.

boom!

When the familiar muffled sound exploded, a playful sneer flashed across the faces of the two door gods.

But the next moment when the blazing white light burst out, the expressions of the two of them couldn't help but change drastically!

Rumble!

The earth was shaking, and the divine light soared into the sky, like the sun exploding before the golden tower.

The eyelids of the two door gods were pounding wildly, but the little ghost in red clothes pulled back, but then stepped forward suddenly.

It turned into a fist and used the palm of his palm to resist the killing magical power of the two!

"you?!"

In the midst of the two door gods, the blazing white light came out of his palm and came towards him and the two of them.

"More than 20 years ago, Yang was very curious..."

The severe pain was transmitted from the palm of your hand to the whole body. Yang Yu could even feel the mountains and even the void in the "mustard space".

But he seemed unconscious and just sneered:

"Who is stronger and weaker with his spear and attacking his shield?"

There is no unbreakable magical power in the world!

Yu Yang deeply agreed.

But the premise is that he needs to give him enough time, and the other party only has such a magical power.

Once this is the case.

He was unable to shake the great magical technique practiced by the two major gods, but he could use the "mustard space" to embody his power and then use the "original energy" to play his body and spirit!

Finally, use his spear to attack his shield!

"Spout into a soldier?! Cave Heaven? No, no, what kind of god are you..."

Under the divine light, the expressions of the two people changing greatly were reflected, but Yang Yu passed by and knocked the roaring tiger hundreds of feet above the ground.

Later, with two screams of shock and anger behind him, he broke open the gate of the Jiyun Golden Tower!

Buzz!

...

...

"Martial fighting gate!"

On the 23rd floor of the restaurant, Li Ningyang looked down at the window and his expression changed.

Apart from a street, there are tens of thousands of people performing martial arts in a huge martial arts field, and their qi and blood are as bright as the sun. They feel the heat waves even if they are dozens of feet apart.

But this was not the reason why he was moved. What moved him was that he was a little familiar with this scene...

In the lobby, there was no table or chair, just a cushion. The Taoist Xuanjing sat cross-legged, as if he was sleeping but not sleeping, and had disciples serving him behind him.

On the other side, Zhong Lilie stood with a knife, looking out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

Between the two, more than a dozen people were sweating like slurry and didn't dare to raise their heads:

"After the destruction of Cangjiangmen, the sword immortal Nanling has never appeared again. These days, at least dozens of waves of people have come to find him, but they have found nothing..."

"Since you have nothing to find, how can you come in waves?"

A disciple asked coldly.

"Then, Daoren Jiang is the friend of the Sword Immortal Nanling, who is the receptionist. But he disappeared a few days ago..."

In the end, someone could not resist the pressure and lowered his head. Even though Han Xuantong was unwilling to accept it, he could only watch the man say it all like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

"Jiang Shentong, a casual cultivator of Qianyuan, has a good endowment or a middle-class or upper-class talent. He has been in the Shidu for more than a hundred years. More than thirty years ago, Jiuyao in Qianshan Jin..."

As if he was conscious, Han Xuantong's heart tightened and hurriedly added a few words.

"If the Night Travel God wants to hide, it will be difficult to catch..."

Taoist Xuan Jing raised his head at some point, and he looked out of the clouds and mist indifferently:

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"Amitabha!"

As the sea of ​​clouds surging, Monk Kuiyin also sat cross-legged. He raised his eyes and looked at Taoist Xuan Jing and blinked:

"Does Brother Xuan Jing suspect me? That's because he guessed wrongly. The monk has just arrived here!"

"Wrong! The old bull's nose is suspicious of this king!"

It was quiet and cold, but it seemed like a sound of burning fire came from outside the city.

Amid the fire clouds, there seemed to be red and bloody eyes looking at:

“Yes, right?”

"Red Devil!"

Seeing this person, even though Monk Kuiyin couldn't help but frown, Zhong Lilie couldn't help but hold the dragon blade.

Even Taoist Xuan Jing couldn't help but frown.

The demon lord of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, Red Demon King, is one of the five major sect masters of the demon path who ruled the millions of demons. The first hand Samadhi True Fire, even if the Eight Extreme Lord touches it, he will die!

He is the most powerful person in the world.

"Or maybe, is this king?"

At the top of Qianshan City, a gentle middle-aged man looked up. It was the Moon Dragon King. His eyes flashed, with depression and suspicion:

"Red Devil, you actually came out of seclusion?"

"My only bloodline is broken, so I should have an explanation."

The Red Devil is still very calm:

"The matter between you and me needs an explanation in the future!"

"this……"

The Moon Dragon King looked slightly tight, but he didn't say anything.

"Um?!"

In the restaurant, Taoist Xuan Jing glanced at Zhong Lilie and sneered:

"There are injustices and the debts are in charge! The Nanling No Sect and Sect are not the Immortal Sect. Do you still want to find my Immortal Sect to come up?"

"My son is not killed by the Immortal Sect, so he will not be troubled by the Immortal Sect. I have always liked to be reasonable."

The fire clouds surged, and the Red Demon King said calmly:

"People kill my son, I kill my son! The children in the three kingdoms of Cangjiang and the eight hundred cities in the southeast, you can choose half of them to take them away."

"you!"

The face of the Xuanjing Taoist changed, but Zhong Lilie couldn't hold it anymore. He drew his sword in his hand, and his eyebrows were filled with evil:

"fart!"

"Um?"

The Red Demon King's eyes sank, as if he was about to attack. Suddenly, his heart was shocked and he looked up.

Inside and outside the city, the rank masters were moved one after another. When they looked up, they saw bright yellow colors gathering like the sea of ​​clouds.

"This is?"

Monk Kuiyin looked stunned.

The waterfall light gradually shone with golden light under the gaze of everyone, gathering into a shadow. It was a golden tower like a pillar!

"Gayun Golden Tower!"

Somewhere in Qianshan City, the ancient magic power that was about to retreat quietly suddenly stopped and looked up.

Looking at the shadow of the golden tower that was shining like the sun, my face turned gloomy and it was hard to see it.

This escape,
Chapter completed!