Chirping, hundreds of birds are chirping, divine flames are crisscrossing, and the occasional fairy weapon is falling. Faced with the siege of three pseudo-immortals, Zhang Chunyi has for the first time since the battle, indelible scars on his body. This is not Yin Ming after all.
God, the supernatural power of the Nether Body cannot be brought to its fullest.
However, although his figure is quite embarrassing, Zhang Chunyi's eyes are still calm.
With his ears trembling and a finger pointed out, Zhang Chunyi killed a bird spirit that was coming towards him. In the next moment, the invisible power fell, and the bird spirit was resurrected again. His strength was further improved, reaching a level comparable to that of a pure Yang. Seeing such a scene, Zhang Chunyi's expression remained unchanged. The cold light of Taiyin's death burst out from his fingertips, freezing the newly reborn bird spirit without killing it.
After being trapped, its soul was frozen, and the bird spirit's mind instantly fell into silence. However, before Zhang Chunyi could breathe a sigh of relief, the sound of the phoenix's cry came again, and the bird spirit that had fallen into silence instantly woke up.
Phew, the flames rose up, burning themselves. The frozen bird spirit struggled crazily, and finally fell in an almost suicidal manner. And the next moment, the bird spirit revived again, and its cultivation level was stronger than before.
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Sensing such a change, Zhang Chunyi's gaze moved slightly as he looked at Qingyin from a distance. After several tests, he was sure that his previous perception was correct. However, in the next moment, his figure was forced back by hundreds of birds. Tomato novel
Zhang Chunyi is not an ordinary pure yang realm monster, but if all birds become pure yang, then even he will feel a headache, because these bird spirits are almost immortal, and the more they die, the stronger they become. No one can be sure that they will not become pure yang.
You will gain the power of pseudo-immortal.
Under such circumstances, Zhang Chunyi was inevitably at a loss when he took action. The previous two times were just tests.
At the same time, looking at Zhang Chunyi's embarrassed figure above the sky, Qing Yin did not feel happy, but his face darkened.
"He was testing it, and he should have discovered something. However, the power of God's will is mysterious and cannot be touched by ordinary means. Even if he discovered it, he would not be able to decipher this magical power."
With the operation of magical powers, Qingyin continues to restore its own strength.
Phoenix Tribulation is a great magical power that Feng Qiwu, the earthly immortal, painstakingly created. Now that he activates this magical power, even if it is only superficial, it is too reluctant and consumes a lot of money. Fortunately, as Qingluan, what he is best at is recovery.
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"If you defend for a long time, you will lose. The next step is to wait for a suitable opportunity and then strike with a fatal blow. And some people may not be able to sit still."
With thoughts swirling in her heart, Qingyin communicated with the five-color fairy phoenix fan and was ready to go.
At this time, he was in the Bird's Nest and blocked the Changchun Taoist's eight-armed divine fist. He was caught off guard and Zhang Chunyi was knocked away by Yu Wenhua's Purple-Gold Nine-Dragon Mace.
Poof, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, Zhang Chunyi's eyes were slightly cold as he looked at the bird spirits that were attacking again without giving him a chance to breathe. After constant observation and previous testing, he had no idea about Qingyin's magical power.
Already have a certain understanding.
"Connecting with the will of heaven and relying on the power of heaven and earth, theoretically speaking, the power of this killing move is infinite. The Qingluan in the Seven Phoenix Palace used magical powers to transform the calamity, and I unknowingly became the world.
enemy."
With endless thoughts, Zhang Chunyi speculated on various possibilities. He didn't care too much about the injuries on his body. They looked serious, but in fact they were not seriously injured.
Although the strength of Changchun Taoist and Yu Wenhua is not weak, it is extremely difficult to kill him. The reason why he was easily injured by them is not because they are too strong, but because of the constraints of the spirit of the birds.
, it is difficult for oneself to exert its own strength, and when its hands are tied, it is inevitable that there will be many flaws.
"If you want to resolve the strange magical power of Bai Niao, the best way is to cut off the connection between Bai Niao and God. I just want to do this..."
Thinking of some possibility, Zhang Chunyi frowned.
Zhang Chunyi is no stranger to God's will, but he is far from understanding it. If Hongyun is here, with the help of the power of thunder eyes, he may try to find the connection between birds and God's will. After all, this is the eye of the sky, but
It's a pity that Hongyun is not here now.
And just when Zhang Chunyi was thinking about how to break the situation, a figure suddenly emerged from the shadows and appeared on the battlefield. His face was thin, his cheeks were slightly concave, the bridge of his nose was highly arched, the tip of his nose was slightly hooked, his eyes were sharp, and his eyes were sharp.
Slightly green, it gives people a sinister feeling, and they don't want to get close, but there is a majestic air lingering around him, like a king, he is the King of Yan, Yan Xingjun.
"Give me the fragments of the Gourd Sword Sect's Ten Thousand Swords Gourd, and I will leave immediately."
As he spoke, Yan Xingjun waved the big gun in his hand, which exuded a mighty immortal power and was clearly a perfect human-immortal weapon.
Looking at the sudden appearance of Yan Xingjun, both Yu Wenhua and Taoist Changchun's expressions changed slightly, because they had not noticed the existence of Yan Xingjun before. Only Qingyin noticed something, but he did not stop him.
After hearing this, he glanced at Yan Xingjun, his eyes resting on the big gun in his hand for a moment, and Zhang Chunyi guessed his identity.
The main body of this gun is silver in color, with a golden glow sprouting from the tip. The tassel of the gun is spread out like wings, like a ferocious bird about to be hunted. It is full of ferocity and sharpness. It is the famous fairy weapon of Zhongtu, the Flying Wing Gun.
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Rumor has it that this fairy weapon is made from the claws of the golden-winged roc. It is extremely sharp and good at killing. This fairy weapon is the inherited fairy weapon of the Central Dao Yan Kingdom, and it has killed many people.
No calculation, leaving a great reputation in China.
And holding this magical weapon, the identity of the visitor is naturally self-evident.
However, the thought in his heart moved slightly, and Zhang Chunyi withdrew his gaze and ignored King Yan Yan Xingjun.
It has to be said that Yan Xingjun chose a very good time to fall into a complete disadvantage and be surrounded by a group of enemies. Under normal circumstances, whether it was to stop provoking powerful enemies or to share his troubles with others, Zhang Chunyi would have done it.
Choosing to hand over part of the inheritance, after all, Yan Xingjun does not want everything.
This is better than waiting for Zhang Chunyi and Qingyin to pick up the slack after both parties have suffered losses. After all, Zhang Chunyi and Qingyin are not fools. They will not easily separate life and death when they know that there are outsiders prying at them. Once the result occurs, the other party will
I'm afraid I have prepared a way to escape. This leak is not easy to pick up. If there is a slight mistake, it will be all in vain.
Looking at Zhang Chunyi, who didn't take him seriously at all, Yan Xingjun's eyes darkened slightly, and he felt Zhang Chunyi's contempt.
"It seems that you haven't really recognized the reality."
"Since you won't give it, then I will get it myself."
Killing intent burst out in his heart, and Yan Xingjun stabbed out with a spear. At this moment, the wind and rain in the sky appeared, and a silver swallow shuttled through it, fighting the wind and waves. Wherever it passed, the space was cut, and finally the silver swallow enveloped the wind and rain in the sky.
The flying wing gun merges and becomes extremely sharp.
The Sky-Splitting Swallow is a rare Yudao monster, and it is also the inherited monster of the Yan family of the Yan Kingdom. Yan Xingjun’s Sky-Splitting Swallow already has 120,000 years of cultivation and can easily tear apart space.
Hugh, the silver light suddenly appeared, the void was cut, everything fell into silence, and everything turned into gray. Only that silver light was so dazzling. At this moment, Zhang Chunyi's heart was warning.