Chapter 487 The angel bows his head, the demon Weisheng Erlang Yang Jian crosses the border
"you,"
Qinghe Dragon Lord was slightly stunned, then reacted, and his eyes turned to his eyes. He saw the sun and the moon hidden, the stars were not visible, and the dark air fell down, with the shape of an eyeball tied below, half open and half closed.
The drizzling poisonous rain fell and fell on the ground, corroding deep and shallow potholes. The area inside was filled with poisonous water, which was very fishy and disgusting.
Cold and silent, stern, fierce, fierce, and highly poisonous.
It is suitable for killing, chaos, corrosion, and destruction.
There was only three or five feet left on the fairy light on the top door of the Dragon Lord of Qinghe, which turned into a moon wheel. The lonely clouds lie on it, like swords, like poems, and falling lights like leaves. His expression was a bit ferocious, and he was no longer holding the past Zhizhu and shouted: "Li Yuanfeng, do you really want to fight me to the death?"
"Ha ha,"
Amid the laughter, Li Yuanfeng walked out, with a miserable green eyebrow between his eyebrows, and eight heads were piled up. At this time, they all raised up and stared at Qinghe Dragon Lord. Sixteen gazes were particularly gloomy and said, "The fighting is to live and die. Do you really think it's a house or a treat to dinner?"
"You lunatic!"
Qinghe Dragon Lord rarely lost his composure. He cursed and sensed the qi that was completely different from the world outside, and really wanted to jump.
In the battle just now, although Qinghe Dragon Lord was embarrassed, he was never so angry.
Because in his eyes, if you are embarrassed, you will suffer a small loss at most.
When they reach their level, they will live freely and live in harmony with the sky, and it will be difficult to fall. Even if they are hostile, they can only compete for a moment and gain the upper hand.
No one will fight to the death, and you and not me.
But he really didn't expect that Li Yuanfeng on the opposite side was a madman and actually brought himself into the projection of his demon heaven, which was a big deal.
In such a situation, either break the opponent's demon sky projection, tear the power of the rules, severely damage the opponent, and calmly come out, or you are trapped by the demon sky, your true body will be damaged, and your vitality will be greatly damaged.
Apart from that, there is no other third option.
"Qinghe Dragon Lord,"
Li Yuanfeng stepped forward, and the eight heads behind him were raised at the same time, making a long roar. The poisonous gas rose and fell down. The corrosive power was strong, and he said, "It depends on how many skills you have!"
After the words fell, poisonous gas turned into snakes and spit out the letter of snakes.
Thousands of thousands, filling everything.
"madman,"
Qinghe Dragon Lord cursed again, then calmed down and looked at the rolling poisonous gas with a solemn expression. As a celestial immortal, he could have tear up the space, simple and easy to escape, but now the time and space are full of poisonous gas, and even the opponent's law power is hidden. To tear up the space, in this process, he will be immersed in the body of the immortal by the opponent's rule power, which is a big trouble.
That's why the above mentioned, you cannot leave easily in such a situation.
"The road is facing the sky, and it is dusk and night."
Qinghe Longjun gritted his teeth and showed his own insights. Under the setting sun, the love of old age was faint, and under the halo of blood, the thin mountains, sparse forests, and people gradually grew older. The whole picture was very miserable.
It is near dusk, people are near old age, the years are ruthless, and there is not much time.
Qinghe Dragon Lord integrates the meaning of dusk into himself and is close to the rules of death.
It is not a complete death, but a death is not a death, but it will eventually die. At this stage of confusion, reluctance, discomfort, and so on, etc., are melted into a furnace.
“There are many ideas.”
Li Yuanfeng saw this, and this idea was not too strange. Sometimes mortals could think of it, but the difficulty of celestial beings was to communicate invisible rules with tangible aspects, metaphysically, and use tools to express the Tao.
With the blessing of the power of rules, such a miserable picture of the setting sun and dusk can really soak in people's hearts, filled with sorrow and pain that is difficult to describe in words.
The forces of two rules collided silently.
But in fact, it is extremely mysterious.
“I will have an advantage in this regard.”
Qinghe Longjun didn't say it, but he felt confident and calm between his eyebrows.
Although the other party has a powerful magical weapon and blade in his hand, no matter how he is, he is a new demon saint, and his time of comprehending the power of rules is much worse than that of himself.
What's more, all cultivators in the world know that in terms of understanding the rules, the demon clan is half a beat slower than the authentic Xuanmen, nor the dragon clan.
“Huh,”
As soon as the Qinghe Dragon Lord thought, he was slapped in the face by the situation in front of him. The power of the rules he mobilized collided with Li Yuanfeng's power of the rules, just as if his own force was beaten by the opponent's demon body, and he immediately fell into a disadvantage.
The power of the rules on the opposite side continued to flow, more and more, and the more it became deeper, causing the rest of the dusk to scatter, unable to cross the line.
"I,"
Qinghe Longjun's face gradually became darker and looked very bad. This was not just a slap in the face, but more importantly, his situation was even more dangerous.
Li Yuanfeng looked at Qinghe Longjun and thought without freedom that the Demon Saint Li Tian, who fought with him after he was promoted to Yukong Realm, also had the expression of eating a fly when the other party was experiencing his own rules.
They would not know that they inherited the incomplete demon heaven of the prehistoric beast Xiangliu. The other party’s attainment in the path of poison cannot be said to be unprecedented, but they have definitely gone very far, deep and amazing.
In addition, the poison of my own ghost car and the power of rules are beyond the common sense of many people.
"Qinghe Dragon Lord,"
Li Yuanfeng shouted suddenly, stepped forward, wearing a horned Fengqing Divine Armor, carrying the Immortal Slitting Axe, and using close-up fighting technique. With the help of the eight ghost cars behind him, the tiger was full of wind and the offensive was like a tide.
Compared to outside, the offensive was three points faster.
Soon, Qinghe Dragon Lord showed a defeat.
Yes, it’s not a disadvantage, it’s a failure.
The reason is not complicated. In such a battle, to maintain magical powers and magic weapons, to use magic weapons, and more importantly, to compete in the power of rules. This consumption is incomparable to outside.
Those who have the upper hand will be unreasonable and will become more courageous as they fight.
Those who fall at a disadvantage will lose more thoroughly and will not be able to fight back.
"Well."
Next, Li Yuanfeng's sharp claws were like hooks, and finally broke the Qinghe Dragon Lord's body protection light and the body protection robes. He directly grabbed the immortal body and penetrated the poisonous way he had learned into it.
A layer of black and blue appeared on Qinghe Longjun's face. It was obvious that even his celestial body could not resist the poison of the ghost car. So on the top door, lotus flowers bloomed and petals withered layer by layer.
In just an instant, the vitality and life span of Qinghe Dragon Lord was weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Little thief!"
Qinghe Longjun's eyes turned blood red. This time, he would at least remove his thousand-year-old skills, and it would continue. If he could not break the shadow of the demon sky, he would become weaker and weaker. In contrast, the other party would become stronger and stronger.
"I'm going to suffer a big loss this time."
Qinghe Longjun regretted it very much. He thought something was easy, but it hurt his vitality. When he went back this time, he didn't know how long it would take to recover to his peak.
As for the worries of life, there is no need to worry about that.
At the level of the celestial immortal, it is difficult to be killed.
But even though I was only seriously injured, it would be a loss if I missed this era.
Rumble,
Li Yuanfeng gained the upper hand and took another blow, making a gap in the fairy sky of the Dragon Lord of Qinghe. The Dragon Lord's collection was poured out and all of them were swallowed by Li Yuanfeng.
When Qinghe Dragon Lord saw this scene, his originally blue face turned like a black slap. The monster in front of him was really hateful. Didn’t he know that the dragon clan was the most unforgettable to give up, and this move was even more uncomfortable than killing people!
"This is the third reason why I still want to come even though I know I have a trap."
Li Yuanfeng laughed in his heart. His ghost car was a bottomless pit and he could not give up any chance of plundering.
The Qinghe Dragon Lord had no choice. As time went by, the aura of the celestial immortal body became weaker and weaker, and even the Qingyun on the top door was dim and shaky.
If you lose both people and money, you will lose a lot of money.
This blow made Qinghe Dragon Lord’s plan in the next era empty.
Dingdang,
At this time, there was only a slight sound outside, and the effect of the treasure pot talisman sacrificed by Qinghe Dragon Lord dissipated. His divine thoughts were not hindered. He immediately communicated with Erlang Shen Yang Jian.
Chapter completed!