Ye Junlang controlled the scapula of mixed gods. At this time, he was wounded and tired. His physical condition was approaching the collapse.
At this stage, the personal willpower and toughness are fighting, and the unyielding war will.
Ye Junlang came from the war of life and death to the present. He was extremely familiar with such a battle scene. He knew that at this moment, he was bloody!
In addition, the feather snake also walked over, and its tail rolled, entangled the mixed god's body, so that the mixed gods could not move.
After controlling the mixed priests, Ye Junlang stretched out his hand and grabbed it, grabbing the quaint ring wearing the mixed god's right fingers, and dragged it down directly.
He knew that this was a storage ring. If he did not take down the storage ring of the mixed god in time, who knows if the priests will come out of the storage ring from this storage ring next moment, so as to reverse the war situation.
Sure enough, when Ye Junlang captured the storage precepts of the priest sons, the unprecedented anger of the priests was extremely angry.
Things ring! You include those related to you, you have to die! "
Bang!
Ye Junlang was polite, and he punched heavily on the face of the mixed god.
One punch was bleeding from the corners of the mouth of the priests, but unfortunately he was very injured now, and he could not use the power of the source.
In addition, the mixed Son of the Son is indeed very strong. He and the feather snakes have not died several times under the feathers.
"You originally wanted to take my life. Unfortunately, the person who fell now is you!" Ye Junlang spoke coldly, and a cold killing was flashed in his eyes.
It's not the same as Lao Tzu lying on the ground! I really think that you can be high as the son of God, looking down at the entire world? Today, Lao Tzu is going to kill a god son! "
"Just by you?"
The mixed son sneered, his face was not afraid, his eyes flashed with resentment, in a state of anger.
The face of the mixed God made Ye Junlang feel extremely uncomfortable. He said: "I really think that Lao Tzu dare not kill you? In my eyes, you really have nothing to lose!"
"Without the help of the feather snake, you don't know how many times you die." Said the mixed Son of God.
"I have more help, anyway, it is you now, and the damn is also you!"
Ye Junlang spoke, and his eyes flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and clasped the mixed throat. A huge force broke out on his arms, and he was trying to force the mixed throat.
At this moment, an unspeakable sense of danger rose from Ye Junlang's heart. It was the alert to develop under the kill.
At this moment, a mark was suddenly triggered on the mixed head of the Son of God, and immediately a blurred figure emerged as empty.
This figure is extremely vague, can't see its appearance, and it can't be seen that it is always less. When I saw this figure transformed out, the whole 'chaos' secrets were trembling.
Unable to suppress this illusory figure.
The scales on the feather snake were erected, as if they were greatly frightened. Its screamed, loosened the tail that wrapped up the mixed god's body, and the huge body escaped at a fast speed.
The illusory figure was conscious. He glanced at Ye Junlang out of thin air. Just a glance, Ye Junlang immediately had a kind of blood that was frozen and solidified by frozen.
This illusory figure lifted his right hand and slapped Ye Junlang with one palm.
The power of this palm affected to the feather snake, a bombardment, and the feather snake was hit under the impression of that effort, and the huge body fell to the ground heavy, and the anger was like a hoss.
Ye Junlang was the first. Under that palm, he couldn't make any resistance. The power of the palm had exceeded his martial arts cognition and reached the height of his unknown.
But Ye Junlang was unwilling. He felt extremely dangerous. He roared, the Qi of Qinglong was surging, and the emperor's air was surging.
At this moment-
Alas!
A sound of a sword sounded nine days.
A huge golden sword shadow came out of thin air, filled with endless emperor's atmosphere, and it was crushed. There seemed to be only the sword shadow of this sword throughout the heavens and the earth.
Golden sword shadow stroke straight to the shot of the shot, piercing all the way, and at the same time, a ray of swords also strangled the illusory figure in the void.
When everything was calm, I saw the sword of the emperor hanging in the air, releasing endless swords, as if we had to penetrate this secret place, and it collapsed.
The sound of thunder spread all over nine days!
The vague figure stared at the imaginary shadow of the sword of the emperor, and said without emotion after a while: "The Emperor's Sword!"
Immediately, this figure supported the mixed gods, and the seriously injured mixed god was immediately dragged away from the gray fog forest, and then the illusory figure dissipated, as if with the emperor's sword with this man.
Under the confrontation of the sword spirit, the energy of that breath has been consumed!
In the air, the sword spirit of the emperor's sword turned into a golden light again, and he did not enter Ye Junlang.
Ye Junlang returned to God, and felt keenly. The shackle of the sword spirit was also severely damaged, and it was completely in a state of silence. I am afraid that it would not be able to recover in the future.
At a glance, the mixed Son of God had no idea, and was sent by the vague figure before the power of the palm before dissipating, and it must be far away from the gray fog forest. If you want to chase, you can't catch up.
"What is that just now? Is it a life -saving symbol?"
Ye Junlang was suspicious.
He felt that the blurred figure of Fangcai should be the turbulence of a gas machine. In the Forbidden area of the ancient city of the remains, he had seen a ray of air in the ban on the banned land that can transform the peerless horror of the peerless horror.
Kill.
In fact, Ye Junlang's speculation was not wrong. When he was looking for Meng Zeshan, the emperor also quietly left the mark of a air machine on him.
When he left Meng Zeshan, the strand of air in the mark turned into the emperor's imaginary shadow, and talked with the end of the Daoshan Mountain.
The marks on the sons must be the way to save lives left by the strong man who is mixed with the veins. He usually does not trigger it. Only at the critical juncture of life, this sacrifice mark will be triggered.
Under the seal triggered, the power of the fantasies erupted exceeds the limitation of the secret place, and of course it cannot be maintained for too long.
But even a short moment is enough.
For example, if it wasn't for Ye Junlang's body, the sword spirit with the sword of the emperor's sword recovered, then Ye Junlang had already been fierce and good, and he could not resist the power of the palm.
"It seems that these sons of the gods are really not simple. No wonder the mixed Son of God has not brought a follower, and he dares to come to the secret place. It turned out that there is a way to keep life."
Ye Junlang felt sighed, and he felt that the main reason was that if his strength was strong enough, even if these priests had more life -saving means, it was useless.
After all, a stamp is incorporated.
"But this battle is also worth it. At least it has seized the storage ring of the mixed god, first see what is in this storage ring."