Shang Yang stood still and looked at Le Hongxuan with an indifferent expression, saying: "What is in the scroll?"
Le Hongxuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to have become smarter.
"The scroll itself is not too special. It's just that it is guarded by a powerful killing array. Although I am good at many powers, my killing power is not strong. In this regard, I think I am not as good as you."
Hongxuan looked at Shang Yang with a calm expression, looking very calm.
When Shang Yang heard that Le Hongxuan actually admitted that he was inferior to him, a strange look appeared in his eyes. How could a proud person like Le Hongxuan admit that he was not as good as him?
This is really strange.
However, he did not feel that what Le Hongxuan said was wrong. Le Hongxuan's various magical powers and techniques might be comparable to his, but purely in terms of offensive skills, they were far inferior to him.
After all, he is a descendant of the Great Bright Holy Roc Clan and has unparalleled combat power.
"So what if I just go and give it a try." Shang Yang thought to himself. Although he guessed that there might be a conspiracy involved, the scroll was right in front of him. Could he just look at it like this?
Anyway, give it a try.
Shang Yang stepped out and walked in the direction of the red scroll.
Seeing that Shang Yang couldn't help it anymore, a cunning look flashed deep in Le Hongxuan's eyes. The red scroll seemed to have spiritual knowledge and could identify its owner. No matter how strong he was, he could not take it away unless he was destined to do so.
Shang Yang came to the front of the red scroll, stared at the scroll in front of him, and then reached out to grab it. The moment his palm touched the scroll, the scroll vibrated violently, and a terrifying soul attack blasted into his mind. At the same time,
Another majestic voice sounded.
That voice was the same as what Le Hongxuan heard before.
Shang Yang and Le Hongxuan made the same choice and prepared to take away the scroll by force.
The arrow is on the string and must be fired.
A terrible suction force fell on the scroll, instantly triggering the internal power of the scroll. The next moment, the yin and yang polar array appeared again, the white color disappeared, the polar array turned into pure black, and the huge and mysterious array was suspended in the
In the air, a terrifying and killing aura erupted.
A huge palm seal that covers the sky is smashed down, containing boundless power. No matter how strong you are, you can't escape the power of this palm.
"Damn it!" Shang Yang cursed Le Hongxuan angrily in his heart, not daring to be careless at all, and directly transformed into the body of the Holy Peng of Light. The huge body was thousands of meters long, and the golden wings stirred up the void. It was extremely gorgeous, as if
The sharpest magical weapon in the world blew up golden vortex storms and tore through the void.
"Buzz..."
A buzzing sound came out, and the body of the Holy Poc of Light shot out, carrying a monstrous force towards the big hand that covered the sky. The golden wings were flowing with extremely powerful light power, which was so pure that it seemed to be able to break through everything.
The golden wings cut through the space like two sharp blades, making a squeaking sound that was extremely harsh.
Le Hongxuan stared at the figure of the Dapeng soaring in the sky, with a look of thinking in his eyes.
The appearance of the Great Bright Holy Roc and the Golden-winged Roc are somewhat similar, with their wings showing a golden color, but there are still some differences.
In ancient times, the Great Bright Holy Peng was a symbol of light, implying peace. Its status was equivalent to that of the Holy Qilin to the Qilin tribe, and it was an auspicious beast-like existence.
The Golden-winged Dapeng is a true fighting race, full of aggression, and its ability to fight alone or in groups is extremely powerful.
It is precisely because of this that among the three ancient Dapeng tribes, only the Golden-winged Dapeng tribe has survived. The Kunpeng tribe and the Great Bright Holy Peng tribe have thin blood, and it is difficult to see the descendants of these two tribes in the world.
Le Hongxuan seems to be able to see Shang Yang's future. If he can grow up smoothly, he will definitely enter the holy realm, but the specific level he can reach depends on Shang Yang's personal opportunities.
Such a person is enough to become his lifelong opponent.
At this moment, he couldn't help but wonder, is there any way to keep Shang Yang here forever?
But Shang Yang's combat power is not inferior to him, so it will be very difficult to get rid of him.
I heard deafening loud noises one after another, and the big hand covering the sky grew crazily, trying to catch the Holy Poc of Light like an ancient mountain of Buddhism and Taoism.
However, I saw the Guangming Shengpeng's eyes were extremely sharp, and his body was continuously circling and flipping in the air, outlining perfect curves. The speed was too fast to be caught by the naked eye. There was only a cutting sound, and countless afterimages of the roc passed by, and a big hand appeared.
There were deep marks one after another, but they never cracked and were still being pulled down.
Accompanied by a loud thunder-like sound, the sky-covering big hand slapped the body of the Holy Roc of Light hard. Under the big hand, the huge Holy Roc of Light actually seemed a little small, as if it was vulnerable to a blow.
"Bang..." There was a loud bang, the Holy Peng of Light let out a shrill scream, and an embarrassed figure fell into the void, it was Shang Yang.
At this time, there was a trace of blood on the corner of Shang Yang's mouth, his long hair was scattered in the wind, his energy was floating up and down, and his extremely cold eyes were directed at Le Hongxuan. Is this what he said was a bit powerful?
Le Hongxuan also looked at Shang Yang. Seeing Shang Yang's miserable condition, a smile suddenly burst out on his slightly pale face, and he said in a gentle voice: "It seems that Brother Shang, like me, failed to get the scroll.
It’s really a pity to be recognized!”
"I have written down what happened today, and I will pay it back a hundredfold in the future!" Shang Yang said with a cold expression, his eyes filled with strong murderous thoughts.
When Le Hongxuan heard this, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he said lightly: "I never said you would definitely get the scroll, I just said there was hope. If you didn't get the scroll, you would blame me instead.
That's ridiculous!"
"What about the voice in the scroll? Why didn't you mention it before?" Shang Yang asked sharply.
"Didn't you go get it after I told you?" Le Hongxuan glanced at Shang Yang casually and asked.
Shang Yang's expression suddenly froze, unable to refute.
What Le Hongxuan said was not wrong. Even if he had been told that the scroll was looking for a destined person, he would still try it. What if he was the destined person?
"You have to be prepared to pay the price for the choice you make, right?" Le Hongxuan chuckled. Seeing Shang Yang's expression of anger but unable to vent, he suddenly felt very interesting. In doing so, maybe
Can it make the opponent's mentality collapse immediately?
Just as the two were arguing, a powerful wave came from the space, and a bright space light was released, falling in a direction, and then two figures appeared there.
Shang Yang and Le Hongxuan's expressions were condensed, and they turned their eyes at the same time, looking in that direction. When they saw the two figures, they couldn't help but froze for a moment, with a look of astonishment on their faces, as if they were a little unresponsive.