A palace is made of basalt iron, dark and heavy, with thirty-three pillars connecting the top and the base. Even the tiles are poured with molten iron and connected together.
I don’t know how many kilograms it weighs!
Ordinary people may not be able to carry even a tile in the temple, but for Lao San, this is just a weapon for him to fight.
"boom!"
The ten golden chariots were blown to pieces by the Xuanwu Palace. The iron ropes connecting the chariots could not withstand the huge force and all broke.
"Plop!"
"Plop!"
"Plop!"
The three golden chariots fell into the icy cold lake, just like the iron bull sinking into the sea, only stirring up three white waves.
There were also three golden chariots, which were deformed by the Xuanwu Palace. The golden light on them dimmed. The inscribed formations were crushed by force. They could not support the golden chariots and continued to fly into the air. They rushed directly into Mangmang.
In the snowfield, three deep broken traces were left.
"The Dansu gold in the Sifang Tianhou Mansion is really worthless. One chariot can defeat ten thousand troops. I don't think the combat effectiveness is very good!" Lao San, with sleeves like flags, took back the huge black palace and still suspended it.
In the palm of your hand, gently rotate.
The power of the golden chariot is naturally impressive, and the cultivation level of Ningfeng Dao is also extremely high. However, in one encounter, he suffered a big loss. Six of the ten golden chariots were lost.
This is just one move!
Swish! Swish!
Qin Ming and Ji Yunyun flew out of the amethyst chariot and stood on the deck of the tall divine ship, their bodies radiating light and spiritual energy flowing through them.
The two of them are distinguished guests of Ning Feng Dao. Naturally, they show up at this moment to support Ning Feng Dao.
"The descendants of the evil sect are indeed worthy of their reputation. It's a pity that now that the world is prosperous and the righteous way of cultivating immortals has conquered the world, you still dare to be born. Are you looking for death?" Qin Ming snorted coldly.
"What a mouthful!"
Lao San stepped on the lake, stirring up countless water droplets. He waved his sleeves, and a piece of spiritual light was blown out. The cold water droplets were suddenly covered with a layer of metallic light, like meteors streaking across.
Everyone is very taboo against the descendants of the evil sect and dare not carry any of them.
Qin Ming's sword skills have reached a higher level. He has practiced the Qin family's "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" to an extremely high level. With one sword strike, the sword light splits into two, two into four, four into eight... all the time.
For four hundred and twenty-two sword shadows.
The sword shadows condensed into a long dragon, like a torrent composed of ten thousand swords!
An ancient iron scroll flew out of Ji Yunyun's back, with a picture outlined with an iron pen on it. This was not only a picture, but also a formation diagram, capable of killing and defending.
"puff!"
"puff!"
Four hundred and twenty-two sword shadows were scattered by water drops, and the iron scroll was pierced by water drops!
The third child's cultivation level was too high. Even if he only sprayed two drops of water, he had already defeated their methods and severely injured both of them.
Qin Ming and Ji Yunyun were defeated at the same time, their bodies flew a hundred feet away, and fell into the snowfield by the lake, creating two deep pits.
Qin Ming's chest was blasted with a blood hole, and blood was thrown all over the snow, and it was quickly frozen into blood residue; Ji Yunyun's right hand was almost broken, and pieces of spiritual light flowed from the wound.
come out.
The peerless children of the two top families in Nantai Mansion were unable to catch Lao San's move and were easily hit hard.
"Qin Ming was defeated so easily. He is the number one master of the younger generation of the Qin family." Wang Meng couldn't believe his eyes. Even if the third child was very powerful, he couldn't defeat a genius from a top family so easily.
.
The defeat was so fast that even the monks who came to Nantai Mansion could not accept it.
"It's not because of talent, it's because the gap in cultivation is too big!" Feng Feiyun thought that his cultivation speed was fast enough to gain a foothold in the younger generation, but after seeing the cultivation of people like Su Yun and Lao San, he felt
There is still a big gap between myself and the truly strong people of the younger generation.
My cultivation level is still too low. How can I break through to a higher level in the shortest time?
These people present are all heroes of the younger generation. Many of them have reached the Divine Perfection. Only when they reach that state can they be qualified to participate in the competition among the heroes. Otherwise, they can only be like this.
bystander.
Feng Feiyun also wanted to fight and show off his skills, and his need for power became stronger and stronger...
What's the use of having high talent? You still need strong combat power to be the capital of dominance. Just like Shi Yelai has already reached the epic level of talent, but it's not because his cultivation level is only the first level of destiny, and he can't compete with the old eight epics.
Comparable to an epic-level genius, it can't even compete with Princess Luofu.
If you want to be undefeated in a hundred battles, you must first make yourself strong.
Geniuses are only the strong ones in the future, but this world is the stage for the strong!
"boom!"
It has been many years since Ningfeng Dao reached the Great Perfection of the Divine Foundation and ranked 40th in the "Hundred Towers List". However, at this moment, he was defeated by Lao San and was seriously injured by Xuanwu Palace. He was lying on the lakeside, kneeling on one knee and mouthing
Constantly coughing up blood.
"I have long said that the Vientiane Tower has declined. Ningfeng Dao, your talent is not bad, and it actually made me use three levels of cultivation to defeat you. The Vientiane Tower has declined. If you are willing to submit to me, the third level of Senluo Palace,
Lord, I promise that within three years, your cultivation will be ten times stronger than it is now." There was a sinister smile on the green face of the third child, and the laughter lingered in the night sky for a long time.
The third child was also a young man, even younger than Ning Fengdao, but his cultivation was extremely terrifying, causing countless students of the Vientiane Tower present to lower their heads in silence.
Ning Fengdao was hesitant. Not only was he defeated by Lao San, but his heart was also defeated. Could it be that Senluo Palace is really more powerful than Wanxiang Tower, and the cultivation techniques of Senluo Palace are also more powerful than Wanxiang Tower?
Otherwise, how could you lose?
That must be it!
That must be it!
Becoming a disciple of Rusenluodian may really have a better future!
Feng Feiyun was standing next to an old willow tree in the lake. The little demon was wearing a white fox fur, holding a white cat in his arms, holding his sleeves, staring at him unblinkingly with a pair of big round eyes.
Holding Ning Feng Dao who is kneeling on the ground.
"Brother, he is ranked 40th on the "Hundred Towers List". Why is the hero of the younger generation kneeling on the ground but not standing up?" The little demon's voice was sweet. She, who was new to the world, couldn't understand it.
"He was afraid of being beaten. A person's body is crippled and he can still stand up from the ground; but if a person's heart is defeated, he will never be able to stand up again." Feng Feiyun said.
"Brother, you are lying, he stood up!" The little evil devil stared at Ning Fengdao who stood up slowly.
"Actually, he is still kneeling!" Feng Feiyun held the little demon's hand with his backhand, turned around and walked away with her, heading towards the snowy wasteland with flying clouds, leaving behind two footprints, one large and one small.
The cold wind roared and rolled up thousands of piles of snow, drowning their figures.
There were quite a few powerful people from the Vientiane Tower present, such as the third prince of Dashi Kingdom, Shi Yelai, Princess Luofu, and some people standing in the dark. However, Feng Feiyun was no longer willing to watch the battle that followed.
Even if someone can defeat Lao San, or even defeat all three His Highnesses, the Vientiane Tower has already lost.
"Brother, let's not fight for the name on the holy monument?" the little evil demon said.
"If you want to fight, I can send you back." Feng Feiyun just walked forward, his steps getting faster and faster, and his steps getting bigger and bigger.
"Brother doesn't fight, and I don't fight either!" The little demon's legs are shorter than Feng Feiyun, and his steps are shorter than Feng Feiyun, but his walking speed is not slower than Feng Feiyun at all.
Feng Feiyun and Little Demon left, but the battle by the lake did not stop. It was as if no one knew they had left, and no one cared whether they left or stayed.
Bi Ningshuai also slipped away. It was not because he was disappointed with the students at the Vientiane Tower that he left, but because he was afraid of someone among the three highnesses. He just wanted to walk as far away as possible and never see that person.
Wang Meng stayed, however. He was a person who liked to watch the excitement. The more lively the place was, the more he wanted to squeeze in.
This night is destined to be quite lively!
…
Four days later, there was still endless snow.
The wind is still very strong, fierce and cold.
The heavy snow under the sky has not stopped, and the snow on the ground is getting thicker and thicker, as if the whole world is about to enter an ice age.
"In the battle of the Holy Lake, the Wanxiang Tower was completely defeated by Senluo Palace. It was defeated ten times in ten battles. Alas! Is the evil sect too powerful, or is the Wanxiang Tower really declining?"
A dilapidated mountain temple halfway up the mountain was covered with spider webs. One corner of the wall collapsed, and a cold wind blew countless snowflakes inside from the air leakage.
The air was so cold that the copper stove where incense was originally placed had a layer of water inside it, and the water was frozen into ice!
Beside the collapsed statue, some refugees raised a firewood and were talking inside about the battle by the holy lake four days ago. Everyone was lamenting.
"I heard that the epic-level genius from the Vientiane Tower also took action. He was the tenth to take action, but he only fought with His Highness from the Fourth Hall of Senluo Hall for three thousand moves. After three thousand moves, he was defeated miserably.
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These shabbily dressed people were all local cultivators from Sansheng County. However, after Zhixie invaded Sansheng County, their immortal sects were all breached, and their fellow sects suffered numerous casualties.
It wasn't until recently that talented heroes from various major sects poured into Sansheng County and killed countless zombies. Their days of hiding in Tibet were a little better.
"Princess Luofu didn't take action. If she had taken action, she might have been able to win for the Vientiane Tower!" someone said.
"His Royal Highness in Senluo Palace, who held the red lotus in his hand, did not take action either. Some people say that these two women have fought in the air, and the outcome is unknown."
"Hey! In any case, the Wanxiang Pagoda is known as the most holy place in the world, but it has been defeated ten times in front of the evil sect's successors. I am afraid that for a long time in the future, the students of the Wanxiang Pagoda will not be able to raise their heads."
"This is the evil sect that is about to be born, and is going to step on the Vientiane Tower and shock the world!"
"Then did anyone leave a name on the holy monument?" A young man's voice sounded from outside the temple.
Outside the temple, the wind is blowing!
The tearing wind could not drown out this young voice!
The refugees in the ruined temple on the mountainside all kept silent and looked out the old and shabby windows!
"Da da!"
There were two footsteps outside the mountain temple.
A young man wearing the robe of a Vientiane Tower student walked through the thick snow holding the hand of a little girl.