(Khan, I thought the third update was successfully released in the early morning. I came up and saw that it was not released. I apologized to everyone.)
Mind the Imperial City, the Central Forbidden Zone.
The void kept twisting, and figures shot out from it in a mess, falling to the ground, with blood spilling.
"The green scale knife crosses the mountain!"
"Jinglang Fist Yili!"
Some people kept exclaiming that they were all powerful people from the younger generation who entered the realm of Piercing the Earth, but were expelled in such a embarrassing manner. At the same time, dozens of people were all above the Eighth Soul-Merging Heaven.
"What's going on? Is there a large-scale melee?"
"At least if the top young generation of people take action, Gu Yang King's small world is full of luck, and maybe he may find any remains of his predecessors."
Many people speculated, but after getting the exact news, they still couldn't help but exclaim.
"Sage inheritance! Quasi-king fruit!"
"How can fortune, a fortune that goes against heaven, have a quasi-king fruit! No one has obtained it!"
"It's just a torture that's hard to get it!"
Many people are not calm, the inheritance of saints is too amazing, and the strongest teacher team must also be moved, enter the cycle of reincarnation, become saints, look at the heavens and all realms, are not unknown people, and can be included in the strong sequence.
Not to mention the saint, it is the strongest existence under the king, let alone the saint who condenses the Taoist fruit, which is enough to be called the quasi-king.
"Saint of Taiyin!"
Above the void, on forty-five stone chairs, the Green Gourd Sword Lord said in a voice: "Five thousand years ago, there was such a saint suppressed by King Gu Yang, and the news was not accurate."
"How can we measure the human king's actions? What's more, the human world is vast and boundless. Even if it's my human race, who can tell the hidden powers clearly?"
The person who spoke was the Golden Light Gun, who was also a powerful man on the Tianlist. He sat upright on a stone chair, wearing a coarse gray robe, and looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, but his eyes were filled with a divine moment.
The light flashed, making people afraid to look directly.
"Buddha! It turns out that he is the saint of Taiyin. King Gu Yang is compassionate and has always suppressed himself in the small world."
This time the one who spoke was an old monk with white eyebrows hanging down, his face full of wrinkles, very old, but his eyes were warm, looking at the jade throne shrouded by the holy light in front of him.
"It's life, not life, but it's been five thousand years." The Saint Haoyang frowned slightly, obviously having some insight into the origin of the Taiyin Saint.
"The saint knows the origin of this saint?" The one who spoke was the Lord of Bibo Lake. He was also on the Tianlist.
"I just know one or two." The expression of the saint Haoyang remained unchanged, but his voice sounded in the void. "The saint of Taiyin was born in accordance with the power of Taiyin and came to the world five thousand and two hundred years ago. He was born into the body of the Nine Yin,
He also possesses the bloodline of the first generation of saints, with superb talents and superb understanding. However, because he was born in a hidden clan, he did not know his name. However, he became a lord for twenty years and a powerful for thirty years, and was less than a hundred years old.
Entering the cycle of reincarnation, becoming a saint, and for another hundred years, reincarnation nine times, becoming a saint, and once killed three saints of the gods on the road of the king of the Shanhe King tribe, but they were short-lived and disappeared after a battle. As for why he was killed by King Guyang
Suppression, but there is no record of it, and there is no circulating in the world."
Many powerful people frowned, and the unknown often has the most variables.
...
The small world of Guyang King.
At the foot of the Flame Mountain, a silver-white world covers the void for ten miles.
Gu Yang Wang’s small world has a strong barrier. Many people of the younger generation are frightened. If they reach the outside world, they will probably break the void. This is a duel between the seven top strong men of the younger generation. Most of them will be overturned. Many people
Retreat, go away for more than ten miles, and some people's eyes change. This is an opportunity and an opportunity.
The six most powerful people of the younger generation are surrounded by Xiao Yi's expression. The world of nothingness is fluctuating, and the barriers of space are swaying in circles of faint ripples. These are the ripples of space, which are enough to crush the strongest mountains and shatter the most violent ones.
The sea, but at this moment, it is difficult to shake the figures of the seven people.
The trend is as great as the sky!
The luck of the six young powerful men intertwined, and they evolved into a pitch-black thunder cloud above the sky, with silver lightning flashing, and occasionally purple lightning like a dragon, poking out of the thunder clouds, emitting terrifying pressure.
All this endless pressure fell on Xiao Yi alone. He was tall, with his black hair light, his eyes sharp, and his divine light was contained inside. At the center of his eyebrows, the silver-white ancient seal characters shone brightly, like the bright sun in the sky, shining everywhere.
The six people in the giant wood innate look slightly terrified, and the names of silver warfare were even beyond their expectations. With the luck of the six people, the joint suppression of the six bronze warfares could not be shaken at all.
Rumble!
There is a thunder sound rolling, rising from the innate body of the giant wood, without seeing the appearance. All the thunder sounds come from his body, and everyone can clearly sense the aura of destruction.
Song!
The sword sounded and came from Jian Jiu and Inspiration Xuan. The two of them were straight, and a sharp sharp aura scattered all over their bodies, cutting through the void, falling on the barriers of space, splashing countless sparks.
Wow!
A wind blew in the world of nothingness. The Wind Holy Stepper stood with his hands behind his back. The blue wind blades were as thin as hair, leaving blue Taoist marks on the barriers of space, and Mars flew.
Xiao Yi's eyes stayed on the two of them, and the bright moon whip fell from the fallen cherry blossoms flowed soft moonlight. The moon was like water, pouring down from the void, with a cold and scorching breath intertwined, with an unspeakable Taoist rhyme.
, Gu Hengyang stood calmly, with a golden war suit flies, his body is surrounded by golden fire, his head is full of golden hair and crystal clear and dazzling. If the fallen flowers and cherry blossoms come to the world like the bright moon, Gu Hengyang is like the sun in the sky, and every inch of his body is stained with the sun.
fire.
call out!
Without any sign, the inspiration disappeared. When it appeared again, it had already arrived in front of Xiao Yi. The purple bamboo sword bloomed like a river of heaven, and thousands of sword lights flashed.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
In the world of nothingness, sword energy lotus blooms, clear blue and clear, yet endlessly sharp.
In the four directions of the Flame Mountain, many people opened their eyes wide and did not dare to release their will. In front of the seven young generations of top power, any will will be broken. Despite this, no one can see the mystery of inspiration clearly.
Swords, few people also saw that Xiao Yi took action clearly.
After three breaths, the wind was calm and the waves were quiet. At some point, the inspiration mysterious had returned to its original place. The purple bamboo sword and sword were flowing, purple light was filled with mist, and a little cold light was sucking at the tip of the sword, making people shudder.
Scream!
With a light sound, people saw that Xiao Yi's shoulder and animal robe cracked. This was an inch-long hole, which was cut by the sharp edge, but failed to hurt his body.
"The Five Swords of Tianhe, the Three-turn Sword, is well-deserved!"
"This is the third sword, Tianhe, suspected to fall, the sword speed is unparalleled, the sword force is like the sky river, and it goes straight down to the nine heavens."
Someone yelled softly, his eyes were bright, and the attacks of the most powerful men of his generation were enough to make them gain a lot.
But soon, people realized something was wrong, because even so, Xiao Yi's eyes did not change at all. On the contrary, the inspiration was mysterious, but his face turned pale, and after three breaths.
Song!
There was a sword crying, and the corner of the inspiration Xuan's mouth was bleeding. He looked at the purple bamboo sword in his hand. He saw cracks as thick as hair appeared on the sword body, and the cracks were intertwined and soon covered the entire sword body.
Bang!
The next moment, the purple bamboo sword exploded, Instinctive Xuan coughed up blood again, and his eyes were getting sharper at Xiao Yi.
"The body is unparalleled, and you can be called honored!"
The inspirational sound was not high, but it shocked everyone. Indeed, no matter how victory or defeat is today, if you look at the young generation in the Western Regions of the Northern Desert, you should respect the Heaven-killing gun.
Feng Shengbuzheli snorted coldly and said, "The body is a boat, the spirit is ferrying, the will is the power, and the fighting spirit is the oar. Even if the body is strong, if there is no spirit control, the will is weak and the fighting spirit is thin, it will be difficult to reach the other shore."
clang!
As soon as he finished speaking, Zheli took action. He did not move, and wind blades all over his body were like swords, slashing the void and killing the void, and almost fell on Xiao Yi in the blink of an eye.
clang! clang! clang!
Mars burst, Xiao Yi remained motionless. He stood in the void, allowing wind blades to be killed, but he could not get hurt at all.
What!
Many younger generations were stunned. They saw the red clouds flowing under Xiao Yi's body, and the qi and blood surged, like the rise and fall of the tide, secretly coining with Wuming, and the wind blades were slashed on it, but they were like a magic craftsman who wrought iron, removing the drought and retaining the essence, not only
Without leaving any scars, it made its body purer, crystal clear, and bones and blood appear, with the purest and most true charm. (To be continued...)