The dark eyes are like thick ink soaked in water, driving away the scarlet in the whites of the eyes and turning them into black.
Black and shiny.
It's dark?
No, it's a change in the sky, not darkness.
The ripple-like darkness dyed the sky, isolated the earth, and finally completely enveloped this small world.
The deep darkness had no end in sight, only candles flickered in the distance, and the red candles illuminated the shrines that looked primitive and decayed.
The slightly shorter Nascent Soul cultivator took a small step back and looked down at the puddle he stepped on. It was unknown when it was covered by black black water, and even submerged into his ankles. A figure was reflected in the puddle, which looked very similar to
Him. Maybe that's his figure, if you ignore the strange smile of that figure.
His name is Ao Cangmeng, and he is a monk from the uncle generation of Donghai. With the cultivation of Dazhenjun, even Ao Zhan who guards Donghai City has to call him "Second Uncle" when he sees him. He has lived for most of his life, what a weird thing.
I have never experienced any big winds or waves, but today I feel a sense of fear rising from the bottom of my heart.
Of course he knows the personal cultivation and strength of the three Wan brothers, and also understands the power of their battle formations. With the combined efforts of the three of them, even the Great True Lord in the late Nascent Soul stage will find it very difficult. Let alone such a
Simply kill them. He did react, but it was useless by then.
But he remained calm.
In fact, there is no big dividing line between Yuanying monks, there are only two, ordinary Yuanying monks and the Great True Lord.
Because at this time, the Yuanying monks have clearly seen the road ahead of them, and the Yuanying has also practiced to be close to the Yang God. The three points of the god-transformation monks who can learn supernatural powers are to communicate with the heaven and earth and borrow the power of nature.
The three Wan brothers suffered the loss of Jin Ao's sneak attack and lost the opportunity long ago. The remaining two were just ordinary Nascent Souls, and he could easily kill such people.
So he sacrificed his weapon, a trident, and held the trident while silently raising it high.
A roar descended from the sky.
The originally dark sky was replaced by blue, and the shining ripples stacked up like ocean waves. With the breath of the sea, Qing Mingtian had turned into a vast ocean. While the pressure was still gradually falling, I wanted to put Tu Shanjun's
The legal domain was completely crushed, and all the shrines were torn into pieces and scattered.
Jin Ao's eyes narrowed, as if he knew something, and he stared at the short monk who raised his weapon.
He opened his mouth and moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end all the words were swallowed, leaving only the rolling throat and the quivering tip of the nose.
Everyone present knew what he was going to say, which was nothing more than shouting out the origin of the person holding the weapon, calling out the opponent's name and heels. But what's the use of doing so? Is it true that the Dragon Clan that occupies the East China Sea really
Are you afraid of the revenge of Jin'ao Palace and Taiyi Sect?
Jin Ao suddenly felt a sore nose, shook his head with a smile and said nothing. If he yelled at the other party, he would really break his face if he couldn't say anything.
He couldn't bring down the entire Jin'ao Palace just because of his momentary happiness.
The Hehuan Sect can still fight, but he really doesn't have the courage to face the East China Sea Dragon Clan.
Ao Cangmeng saw the shrinking of True Lord Jin Ao and smiled indifferently. The so-called Xingluo power ranking was just a thing jointly created by the two sects and Donghai. All the forces behind it could not be shaken if they were tied together.
The status of the two sects and the six regions of the East China Sea.
Even the top ten have to be divided into three, six or nine levels.
The tall Dazhenjun curled his lips and sneered: "Three Wan brothers, waste is waste after all, a waste of resources."
If it weren't for the powerful secret technique of the battle formation, Donghai would not have provided the resources for the other two to have babies. Although the Wan brothers have made many contributions over the years, they are not members of their clan after all.
There is a saying that goes well in human cultivation. If you are not of my race, your mind will be different.
If you die, you will die. If your skills are not as good as others, you can't blame others if you die. Anyway, to Donghai, Nascent Soul offerings are not precious. If you die, just recruit them again. As long as the price offered is high enough, there will always be someone.
The down-and-out Yuanying monk came to seek refuge.
This is always the case for monks. Without a spiritual vein that matches or even exceeds one's own cultivation level, even cultivation becomes a problem. This also leads to the fact that most high-level practitioners appear in places with wider resources and more abundant resources.
"Let me do it." The tall monk stepped forward first. He first glanced at Jin Ao, who was alert but had given up. Then he turned to look at Ao Cangmeng, cupped his hands and said, "Brother, please raid the formation, and let me capture him alive."
Come." After saying that, his whole body turned into a stream of light and shot up into the sky.
"good!"
Seeing the tall monk soaring into the sky, the mid-level monk wearing a mask cheered loudly and said loudly: "Uncle Five is the Yimu Qinglong battle body that our clan has rarely encountered in a thousand years. Even he is famous on the Eastern Wilderness bloodline list. I didn't expect that today
It’s time for Fifth Uncle to take action!”
"Here."
The tall monk crushed the mask on his face, revealing his true face. The scales covered his face like a mask, revealing a pair of green-gold dragon eyes. With a flip of his hand, a long crutch that looked like a twisted tree appeared in front of him.
In his hand, he said calmly: "You really shouldn't be here."
With the horizontal staff, the great true master's spiritual aura bloomed.
Its energy and blood are full, like the golden sun.
An ordinary qi practitioner would be stabbed by this abundant blood light even if he took a single glance at it. This stream of qi and blood contained vitality, without any signs of sluggishness.
Tu Shanjun held up the soul flag, and the evil skeleton ghost at the end wrapped the flag cloth around his body.
He didn't say anything, just like when he killed the Wan brothers, he was calm and silent. Whether he was killing someone or being killed, there was not much to say. It was just a matter of life and death.
Ao Mengsheng, the name would never be associated with the Meng Han.
However, the figure that appeared in the sky above the 'Tianhai' was exceptionally tall, even taller and more majestic than Tushanjun. His nine-foot body stood like an iron tower in mid-air.
It was the twisted long crutch in his hand that made him lack a bit of a masculine temperament.
Generally speaking, such a monk should use some heavy and regular weapons, just like he has trained his body. The same should be done with weapons. Not only is the long crutch not as flexible as a stick, but it is also not as sharp as an axe, axe, halberd. People who use such weapons are probably
There is no very neat rules and regulations.
As expected.
As soon as they fought, Tu Shanjun felt a cry coming from his arm, and black and red blood flowed from the torn wound in the tiger's mouth, which was absorbed by the long pole of the soul flag in his hand. The soul flag seemed to come alive, 'breathing' on Tu Shanjun's body.
The evil spirit and the blood flowing out.
"What a powerful force!"
The words were not spoken by Tu Shanjun, but by Ao Mengsheng who was holding a long crutch.
He looked at his hands, and two blood flowers bloomed in the center of his palms. They healed in an instant, just like an epiphyllum, they only appeared and did not stay for too long.
Ao Meng Sheng's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't despise his ancestor when he asked him to take action. He was not needed to deal with a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul. Just as he thought, Hei Si returned to strength but could not resist several great true kings.
They combined their efforts and instantly drank in hatred, without even using the means to suppress the bottom of the box.
A trump card that cannot be used is not considered one's strength at all.
Until now.
Only then did he finally get serious.
There was a raging fire in his eyes.
As the purest physical cultivator in Xingluohai, his physical strength is stronger and tougher than the wild beasts. The blow just now was actually evenly matched with the opponent. The ghost wearing a black-purple golden crown in front of him
Xiu may not be a simple person, at least he should not be regarded as an ordinary Great True Lord.
"kill."
The moment he said the word "kill", Ao Meng Sheng had already rushed in front of Tu Shanjun. The long cane like a solitary crutch became very slow at this moment, as slow as an old man waving his cane to hit someone. Logically speaking,
No matter who you are, you can avoid it, but Tushanjun didn't make any more moves.
"Do you really mean it?"
Taiyi's eyes suddenly darkened. He was confident in Tushanjun, but the battle between monks would be full of uncertainties. What's more, it was a game between Da Zhenjun. If there were any mistakes or omissions, he would be punished.
People seize the flaw and kill them with one blow.
His eyes fell on Jin Ao, and then turned to Ao Cang Meng. Ao Cang Meng did not take action also because of his confidence. He was very confident in his clansmen with fighting bodies, but not only confidence, he also wanted to let his clansmen test out Tu Shanjun.
Only in this way can we take action.
If you don't understand anything and act rashly, it will ruin the situation.
In his eyes, Jin Ao had no underwear left for a long time, Taiyi was not strong enough, and only Tu Shanjun in black robe was a threat.
Ao Mengsheng sneered and waved the long crutch in his hand. Under his true intention, which has evolved into a supernatural power, even monks with higher cultivation levels than him, let alone monks of the same level, would suffer without knowing the reason. The true meaning lies in
This is the way of speed. He has seen through Tu Shanjun's true intention. It is a devouring force that is not enough to compete with him at this time.
Who would have guessed.
Tu Shanjun, who was supposed to be stunned, had no intention of being on guard at all. Instead, he tightened his grip on the long-handled hammer in his hand. Ao Mengsheng's movements were very slow, and Tu Shanjun's movements were equally unpleasant. By coincidence, the two of them were at the same frequency.
The use of weapons is completely different.
Bang.
The long crutch tore through the darkness and candlelight diagonally from above, and hit Tushanjun hard on the shoulder.
The whole shoulder collapsed in an instant, and even the white bones in the body were broken through the flesh and blood.
There was no joy on Ao Mengsheng's face, because he felt a chill in his stomach. The inner armor he wore did not block the sharpness of the hammer at all. In just an instant, his stomach was opened like a zipper.
.
He immediately grasped the handle in his hand.
Keng!
The long sword is unsheathed.
Ao Mengsheng, who endured the pain, roared angrily and swung the knife at Tushanjun's neck.
clang.
The long-handled spirit treasure stood in front of him and blocked his long sword.
"roar."
Under the reflection of the roar, Ao Mengsheng's size skyrocketed.
The dragon's claws pierced the robes on his body, and his toes pierced the iron boots. Only the close-fitting inner armor seemed to change into a more fitting iron suit as Ao Mengsheng's body shape changed.
The sword drawn from the long crutch in his hand also turned into a silver moon.