The Dark King secretly laughed that his conspiracy had succeeded, and his whole body began to burn with fierce black flames, like a demon god coming into the world. This was all because of the body given to him by Wang Yuan, and it was like a new life.
The secret that Wang Yuan gave to the Dark King was based on his years of cultivation experience and some body-refining methods in "Immortal". Although it is not as abnormal as "Immortal", it is still better than the Dark King's original practice.
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His body rose several levels, and black light flashed all over his body. With a sinister smile, he took out a magic knife from his storage bag. This magic weapon was a treasure accumulated by Wang Yuan, and was also handed over to the Dark King.
The Black Flame and the Dark King suddenly disappeared, and in the next moment, a streak of blood burst through the air and appeared above the head of Ouyang Qianhan, who was attacking.
Ouyang Qianhan originally thought that his defeated general would still be defeated even if he had grown arms, but after the first confrontation, he felt the power contained in the blood light, and secretly wondered what kind of pill the Dark King had taken.
He has become so strong.
The Dark King is originally an old monster in the late stage of Li Ying, that is, an old monster in the late stage of Dongxu. He is in the same realm as Ouyang Qianhan, but there is a big difference in resources, magic weapons, and spells. After all, he is a casual cultivator and is far inferior to Ouyang Qianhan.
practice environment.
After taking refuge in Wang Yuan, the Dark King felt that he had changed a lot. Not only did he have powerful physical training methods, but he also had magic weapons and spells at his disposal. The most important thing was that he had a sister Fox Princess who was better than his own.
Concubines are much more charming.
Ouyang Qianhan hurriedly stopped in the air, and quickly took out a magic weapon, which was the fairy sword. He slashed in the air, and a white-gold sword energy with purple light flew out, in the shape of a half moon, and clashed with the red light.
Tsk!
A harsh friction sound suddenly sounded, and the overwhelming momentum cut the ground, but the Dark King deliberately stayed away from the mountain to divert the flames of war away.
The sword energy of the demon sword and the sword energy of the fairy sword, the devil energy and the spiritual energy fight each other, forming a terrible storm, circling and flying at high speed.
Bang bang bang!
The energy violently shot the space into a sieve, like countless ferocious beasts roaring in unison. In an instant, the sword energy and sword energy collapsed one after another. The power of the collapse was like a landslide spell coming to the world, and the entire ground shook.
Air langs rolled across hundreds of miles, and smoke flew everywhere.
The two separated, and the Dark King stood on the top of the mountain, while Ouyang Qianhan, with steady steps, landed in the air and glanced at the Dark King coldly.
"He has never left this peak. Could it be that he is guarding the birth of some treasure? Hum hum, if I find out, this treasure will be mine!" Ouyang Qianhan's face was gloomy, and the fairy sword shook a sword flower in his hand, and his whole body suddenly burned.
There was a raging fire and the atmosphere was majestic.
"Burning fire!"
This spell is not one of the Ten Arts of Yuqing, but it is also a famous spell. When the spell is activated, hundreds of feet in radius become a sea of fire, with angry flames flying, and nine fire dragons are circling and flying inside.
He kept spitting out powerful spiritual fire, and under his finger, it enveloped the Dark King.
The Dark King smiled sinisterly and shouted: "The posture is good, but it is not enough to deal with your king. I also play with fire, and I am a hundred times stronger than you. Look at my demonic flames extinguishing your flames!"
As he spoke, the demonic flames burning all over the Dark King's body suddenly shrank, but immediately after, a pitch-black demonic mist flew out. Then the Dark King spit out a mouthful of demonic flames, instantly igniting the demonic mist.
Like water and fire colliding, making a sizzling sound, the magic flames and fierce flames melted quickly, and soon turned into green smoke, floating in the air.
Just like the doomsday scene of a volcano that had just finished erupting, the Dark King screamed in his heart, and his body was burned by a blazing flame. The pain that was so painful that it could only be suppressed by cultivation.
Looking at Ouyang Qianhan, the Dark King's nose and face were wrinkled together, he sneered: "So your cultivation level hasn't increased much, it's not like you were hurt by me."
"You little pretty boy, you don't know what's going on when you are about to die. My master is about to be released from seclusion. It's hard for you to run away." The Dark King stood on the top of the mountain confidently.
Ouyang Qianhan's pupils narrowed and he looked at the mountain peak. The mountain peak was surrounded and guarded by countless ghostly things. He thought it was a treasure that was born, but it turned out to be the master of the Dark King practicing in seclusion.
But Ouyang Qianhan didn't completely believe the Dark King's lies, but said coldly: "You want to trick me into leaving, but you really have a way, so you can die quickly!"
The Dark King's eyes widened, and he immediately wanted to protect it with all his life. He roared and rushed forward with his physical body.
Suddenly, endless demonic energy rolled around, and the demonic cultivator's powerful side emerged. He approached Ouyang Qianhan with a demonic knife. If he hit his face, he would cut. If he couldn't cut, he would use his fists and feet. Each punch was no weaker than the immortal way.
The man's magic attack turned him into a savage beast.
Ouyang Qianhan, who has a lot of experience in magic cultivation, did not get entangled with the Dark King. He quickly retreated and threw out spells. The spell violently collided with the Dark King's body and then exploded. The entire air was filled with phantoms, all of which were the Dark King's movements.
effect produced when.
A huge sword that splits the sky fell straight down, which was the magic of splitting mountains and breaking clouds. In Ouyang Qianhan's hands, the sword's energy was so powerful that it seemed that it could really split the sky and cut off the clouds softly.
The Dark King's demonic flames ignited, and rays of light flashed all over his body. He forced his body to collide with these spells. In an instant, he screamed and retreated, covered in blood, as streaks of sword energy fell on his body.
"Your fire level is still far behind. You will die!" Ouyang Qianhan flew back with his sword and slashed out hundreds of sword energy in a row. The momentum of his sword was far higher than that of the disciples in Sword Valley. His talent was revealed.
Although Yan Tian and Xing Han were overshadowed, their strength was still very strong.
The Dark King dodged back and forth and suddenly took out an iron ball from his storage bag. Wang Yuanyi gave it to him. He told him that it was a sinister thing and he should remember to use it carefully to avoid setting it on fire.
"I'm going to kill you!" The Dark King immediately threw the iron ball.
Ouyang Qianhan thought that what the Dark King threw was some kind of powerful weapon, so he struck out with his sword and chopped the iron ball into countless iron filings. As he sneered, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the fairy sword. The iron filings actually stuck to the
The fairy sword never falls, and it is still spreading.
He knew with his toes that he was tricked by the Dark King. Ouyang Qianhan gritted his teeth and glared at the Dark King, but even though the Dark King flew back covered in blood, he was still extremely proud.
"Compared with me, you are still far behind Yin. I also have Yin people's gadgets. Come and try them all." The Dark King continued to verbally attack Ouyang Qianhan.
A disciple of the Yuqing Sect was unexpectedly tricked by a demon cultivator. If this was spread, he would be laughed at by his peers. Ouyang Qianhan only valued face, and he was unruly, so he couldn't bear any loss.
With a loud shout, he raised his eyebrows, formed a seal in his hand, and threw an object, which suddenly turned into an ice crystal giant in the high air. This is one of the ten techniques of the Yuqing Sect.
The Dark King had suffered a lot with this spell, and his expression changed. He couldn't escape even if he wanted to, and he had to protect the master in the mountain.
The ice crystal giant took the Sky-Opening Giant Sword that fell from the air. Its power increased gradually. The complementary spells had been adjusted for a long time. He swung the sword before it landed. The huge sword energy condensed into substance and turned into a crystal clear sword light.
Go down.
When the Dark King became furious, the entire mountain peak shook and exploded. A purple-black thunder ball flew up into the sky with a "whoosh" sound, and collided head-on with the sword light.
boom!
The thunder ball let out a thunderous roar, and the sword light exploded with a bang. A ripple-shaped thunder circle spread out in the air with the thunder ball as the center, covering an area of thousands of miles in an instant.
"Such a strong thunder thought!" Ouyang Qianhan was shocked. He was a monk who practiced "Thunder Source" and was very sensitive to this. He felt a strong attraction from the purple-black thunder ball.
In Ouyang Qianhan's mind, under that mountain peak was this treasure, this treasure filled with powerful "sources of thunder".
"Haha, you actually lied to me and said it was your master's place of retreat. What nonsense! It was obviously a treasure that was born and you wanted to take it all for yourself, but I, Ouyang Qianhan, lost three peaks containing the 'Thunder Source' because of you. Today's thunder ball
It belongs to me, you can take it away if you want, but your life should stay here!"
Ouyang Qianhan was so excited for the first time, because the idea contained in the thunder ball in front of him was actually stronger than his idea after hundreds of years of practice. What does this mean? It means that if it is absorbed, Ouyang Qianhan's idea will be further strengthened, saying
Maybe he will directly break through to the realm of Kong Ming Stage. At that time, he can at least become the Holy Son of Yu Heng.
"Hahahaha, what about Si Kouqi, Pu Ying, and that charming witch Ye Lan? I, Ouyang Qianhan, are going to have a great fortune today. You all are waiting to be killed by me one by one!" Ouyang Qianhan laughed.
As he stood, purple light flashed all over his body, and thunderbolts containing thoughts were swung out from the fairy sword.
This thunder also destroyed the inferior divine mud that was not that powerful. The inferior divine mud in the hands of the Dark King was just on hold for a long time, and its power was far less powerful than the jar Wang Yuan got, let alone the real one.
God is muddy.
The purple-black thunder ball roared and exploded. It was hit by the thunder, but it actually melted into it. This made Ouyang Qianhan laugh even more, and instead he swung more thunder with thoughts.
Wang Yuan, who was inside the thunder ball, was in a dilemma because he didn't master the idea of "Thunder Source" skillfully enough. Now he just merged the light of deduction with the thunder ball and hid himself inside.
When he was at a loss, suddenly the idea of "Thunder Source" came from the outside world. Wang Yuan was overjoyed. With the help of this idea, he started to copy it step by step and immediately transformed the idea into it.
This thought contains a very strong aura of giving up to others, and it is also the first level of "Thunder Source": Tyrant.
At this moment, the purple-black thunder ball was shrinking, and Wang Yuan's figure gradually emerged. He murmured to himself: "The Deduction Light can't be called this name now, it should be called..."
Wang Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Ouyang Qianhan, who looked astonished. A purple-black shadow blended into the center of his eyebrows. Wang Yuan held up a piece of thunder in his palm and said in a cold voice: "Deduction of thunder!"