Chapter 629: Now its my turn to be the dream machine!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Thunder resounded in the sky.
Thunder and lightning came from far away, seemingly frozen in time and space.
The high priest of Jingyuan Temple, a super master, a ghost immortal who had survived a thunderstorm, Saint Tuyuan stopped at this time and looked away at the distance.
The Dream God Machine stood proudly in the sky, with dazzling light rippling from its body, like the light of the North Pole, shining in all directions, with thunder and lightning just as a background, and the nine-fire flame dragon burned the mountains and boiled the sea, setting off huge storms one after another.
On the sea surface under the dream machine, the ancestor of the Brahma family, the head of hundreds of schools of thought, holds the Brahma wheel as if holding a big sun. The energy between the two interacts with each other, and the impact of each other's momentum makes the sea surface appear.
Storms.
The sky and the sea are ambiguous.
Water and fire mixed.
Ahead is a chaotic mess of earth, fire, water and wind.
"Lean forward!"
Xu Lang said to Saint Tuyuan: "I can't see clearly the appearance of Meng Shenji. How can I describe it?"
"..."
Saint Tuyuan blushed and said: "The light on the Dream God's machine is the eternal light of the Taishang Dao. When it is displayed, it is bright and bright. The Taishang leader used the eternal light to kill the master of the Creation Dao.
, you can just look here, you must know that even the ancestor of the Fan family cannot clearly see the appearance of the Mengshenji."
As he spoke, the eternal light collided with the Brahma Wheel, causing an infinite storm to occur immediately. The visible world and the unknown void trembled greatly. Many people who were watching the battle nearby had their souls shattered at this time and died suddenly on the spot!
The Saint Tuyuan was covered with the Dharma-Blood Divine Carpet, lying on the ground, waiting for the storm to pass before standing up again.
He turned around and looked at Xu Lang and Su Mu, only to see that these two people were standing upright and looking at him with a strange look.
"What are you looking at?"
Saint Tuyuan was a little annoyed and said: "That's the way of the assassin."
Now is the period of strength of the Dream God Machine, but we can wait. When the Dream God Machine passes through the eighth thunder tribulation, the Dream God Machine will be very weak at that time, and the Saint Tu Yuan will be able to take action.
"The way of the assassin..."
Xu Lang looked at the saint figure and said to Su Mu next to him: "In the lineage of novelists, there are hundreds of schools of thought traveling around the world. One of them is quite interesting..."
Su Mu rolled her eyes at Xu Lang, knowing that Xu Lang was talking nonsense.
"It is said that there is a wonderful continent among the heavens. There are some strong people on that continent, called [Shadow]. The most powerful one [Shadow] can summon trees. In one move, the continent shakes.
, the vegetation within a radius of eight hundred miles is controlled by him, and he can form a wooden body with thousands of hands and eyes, subdue monsters, and become invincible."
Xu Lang said: "But in this case, there is a person who is proficient in the art of assassins. He once assassinated this strong man. Although he did not succeed, he escaped unscathed. How do you guess he assassinated him?"
Saint icon: "..."
"The question is a mystery."
Xu Lang said: "But according to the analysis on the streets of that world, it was probably this person who was proficient in the art of assassins who threw a dart eight hundred miles away. This was considered an assassination."
Su Mu couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.
Saint Tuyuan's face turned redder and redder.
"No need to be embarrassed."
Xu Lang looked at the saint Tuyuan and said: "After that man returned to the village, the people in the village regarded him as a hero. Maybe there was a hidden reason for the assassination. After all, the dart incident reported in the streets was just an unofficial history of a gangster.
, it can’t be taken seriously.”
While comforting the saint figure, Xu Lang stretched out his thumb and began to visually measure the distance between himself and the Meng Shenji.
The earth in the world is not round, so when there is a sea surface, the distance that can be visually measured is infinitely far.
"snort!"
The Saint Tu Yuan's face turned red. He felt that if Xu Lang measured the distance here and wrote it in the novel, he would become the laughingstock of the ages. He immediately picked up the Dharma-Blood Divine Carpet and headed towards the area where the Meng Shenji and the ancestors of the Fan family fought.
go.
"Mengshenji is the creator of the seven thunder tribulations, and the ancestor of the Fan family is the legendary figure of the six thunder tribulations. I wonder how many thunder tribulations the high priest has survived?"
Xu Lang asked "curiously": "I mainly write novels, and I want to explain the comparison of strengths."
Saint Tuyuan's old face turned redder and said: "This is not important!"
"oh……"
Xu Lang stretched out his voice and said: "I seem to understand. The second thunder tribulation can refine one's negative thoughts..."
Special code...
Saint Tuyuan felt that he had exposed his butt before he showed his face.
"OK OK……"
Xu Lang stopped and said, "It's almost 800 miles away. It will be more dangerous to go further."
"You bastard!"
Saint Tuyuan turned his face and cursed angrily at Xu Lang: "I, the Saint and High Priest of Jingyuan Temple, do you want to calculate the distance between me?" As he said this, Saint Tuyuan drove the Dharma-Blood God Carpet.
, rushed into the storm.
Approaching the center of the battle, the situation on the sea appeared one by one in front of everyone's eyes.
Before, the eternal light of the Dream God Machine was too dazzling, but now Tu Yuan just saw that there are many masters of ghosts and immortals from hundreds of schools of thought, holding magic weapons, holding formations below, and the rays of light are intertwined with the Nine Fire Flame Dragon.
The Peacock King, the Heavenly Snake King and other fairies use their own methods to involve the Dream God Machine in many ways.
"Boom boom boom!!!"
The thunder and lightning in the sky are like pillars of light.
Meng Shenji's figure climbed to the top step by step in the thunder and lightning, and his voice spoke word by word, like the power of heaven, like the law of heaven, saying: "How can I, Meng Shenji, be blocked by you people? You are preventing me from crossing.
Damn it, I have to go through it today!"
"boom!"
The eternal kingdom and the Brahma Wheel collide again on the sea.
In an instant, an infinite storm was triggered, and thunder spread across the sky.
"This time I want to overcome the tribulation, and I only used six points of my strength against you."
Meng Shenji's figure stood in the storm and said in a cold voice: "When I return to my peak, I will visit you one by one and collect all of today's debts! All schools of thought! Your days are over.
Got it!"
Meng Shenji finished speaking, and the man suddenly disappeared in front of everyone in the storm, tearing up the void.
The ancestor of the Brahma family held the Brahma Wheel and looked up at the stirring sky. The storm subsided in an instant, and the jade sky was clear. There was only a crescent moon in the sky. And under this crescent moon, hundreds of disciples who were chasing Meng Shenji, the sky
The Snake King, Xuantian Pavilion Master, and Peacock King all felt frustrated.
Meng Shenji fought with them, and in front of them, he directly overcame the disaster and escaped.
It was only after this battle that they realized how invincible the Mengshenji was.
"well……"
Xu Lang sighed and looked at the body of Saint Tuyuan.
Just now, the last collision between the Meng Shenji and the ancestor of the Fan family shocked the saint figure element of a thunder tribulation to death...
"Su Mu, pack up all his things."
Xu Lang said to Su Mu, this Saint Tu Yuan has at least managed to get in front of the Dream God Machine...
"what you do?"
Su Mu sharply raised his head and looked at Xu Lang.
Xu Lang smiled slightly and disappeared suddenly.
Just where the Meng Shen Ji had just torn the void apart, Xu Lang's figure suddenly appeared. Thunder and lightning in the sky were like snakes and dragons, swirling around Xu Lang's body. At this time, the storm surged again.
"alright!"
Xu Lang said: "I have recovered to my peak! Now is the time to settle the debt!"
The terror belonging to the Dream God Machine once again enveloped everyone.
