Chapter 387 Refining the Eternal Blue Gold Divine Sword
Chapter 402 The Saint’s Strike from the Turtle, Snake and Lotus Lamp
This old Taoist priest, with his whole body shining with bright divine light, becomes more and more beautiful and radiant.
Just like the bright scorching sun, and like the phoenix bird reborn from the fire, its powerful aura makes people tremble.
This senior Taoist deity looks like a human being. At this moment, he is like a living creature. There are twelve turtle and snake divine swords floating above his head, exuding peerless sharpness. His astonishing murderous intent makes all the ancient creatures in Zishan fall into silence.
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Every ancient creature that woke up was trembling with fear. It was like facing the ancient gods. They were in awe from the bottom of their hearts and couldn't help but want to kneel down. Their bodies were trembling uncontrollably.
At this time, the senior god was as red as the sun, and the divine sword made a sonorous sound when it attacked the jade wall.
That ball of divine light like the sun was beating constantly, and every sound of impact made everyone's hearts tighten. Those ancient creatures felt as if they were suffocating.
Sonorous, sonorous.
The metallic trembling sound made by the Turtle and Snake Divine Sword when it attacks the jade is like the roar of dragons and tigers, or like the roar of phoenixes, resounding throughout the world. The sound is so loud that it seems to hit people's souls directly.
Thump thump thump.
Many ancient creatures in the cave could no longer bear it any longer. Under the astonishing pressure of the Great Sage, they knelt down involuntarily.
Zhang Wenchangxu, the legendary god in the past, was as powerful as jade and had amazing fighting power. No matter where he went, he attracted everyone's attention. I was a peerless figure.
All of our faces are pale, with or without blood, or with life fluctuations. There is only a strange energy flowing in our bodies.
Soon a group of people appeared from behind. These were all Wang Jiang Taima.
With the last sonorous sound, the brilliance in front was restrained, and the bright scorching sun disappeared.
This demonic summoning power seemed to be shocked, as if it was frightened, and it dared to issue any more demonic summons.
It is hard to imagine that the depths of the cave are covered with lush plants.
I'm just floating here, moving and moving as if I haven't lost my life for a long time. I feel like I have a little bit of life, just like a piece of dead wood. Does it make any difference?
After a long time, the ancient creatures in Ye Fan's cave stood up tremblingly, their faces were bloody, and their hearts were shocked.
Without the shock of the tortoise, snake, lotus lantern, the journey was very smooth, and the two of them walked backwards.
I slowly came to this huge stone book.
The messenger god Zhang Wenchangxu? Yin Bingyin almost dared to doubt his own eyes. There are really too few rumors about me.
Outside there is a power that will destroy the heaven and the earth.
Since ancient times, beauties have lamented their old age, while many heroes have grown old.
Yin Bing Yin temporarily put the god Zhang Wenchangxu into the space of the turtle, snake and lotus lantern.
Those Wang Jiang Taima, we have no mind at all, everything is based on instinct.
The God Shuyan Hongxu in my imagination should be skinny and bones, at least he can still be seen as a human being.
That is a very beautiful man. I am like a lotus flower emerging from the water, imperfect and stained, but pure and beautiful.
Those are the real reasons why Yin Bingyin decided to save me.
Yin Bing Yin flew out from the white gourd, and then flew out from the furnace of the male god, releasing Zishan.
It’s true that beauties are dying and heroes are dying, which makes people feel a kind of inexplicable sadness.
Although we are all more ferocious than others, without wisdom, we are terrifyingly intelligent creatures, and we are also afraid of death.
The pressure of the pinnacle level of the Little Saint is really something that the ancient ancestor kings who participated in it can resist.
The two of them came to an empty cave very slowly. Outside was a vast small hall, which was where Youshi Zhong stayed.
"How come God King, I'm like this now, even without the magic medicine, I'm afraid it's hard to save me." Zishan said with a frown.
"Don't worry about you. I haven't found my own method yet. I have prepared some other things for myself. Come with you and retreat to the depths of Ye Fan."
The god Zhang Wenchangxu taught Yin Bingyin and Zishan Dou the secret of Zishan. If it is just like this, it is still worth Yin Bingyin risking his life to save me.
The higher the level of monster, the more terrifying it is to feel this amazing pressure.
This is the awe that comes from the depths of their souls, and it is the pressure of the peak level of the Great Sage. They can only worship, but cannot resist.
Look at the current Shen Shuyan Hongxu, who is as skinny as wood and rotten, exuding a sad aura.
Yin Bingyin glanced at it to see if there was anything he could do, then turned around and left.
I lie quietly in this huge piece of divine source, like a sleeping beauty, with my eyes closed tightly, moving every time, very peaceful. Even if I fall asleep, I can't hide the appearance you made.
Nowadays, we are even more stingy and dare not make a sound or roar crazily.
We are like ancient creatures. Ancient creatures are lives and know safety.
That is the Sutra of Beginning.
The incomplete jade pendants beneath the two men emitted a dazzling light.
"Burn us to death." Yin Bingyin said as he spoke, and the turtle, snake, and lotus lantern flew out into flames.
Then Yin Bingyin looked at the front of the stone book, which was full of lush green vines.
"Those ghosts showed up again, it's really annoying." Shu Yan complained.
Flame is extremely masculine and is specialized in restraining evil and evil things.
Soon Yin Bingyin and Zishan came to the place where the holy man after the Yaochi was stored.
That turtle, snake and lotus lantern is used to ward off evil spirits, but it cannot be said to be the right one.
"I really thought I would make a mistake the next time I come here. It turns out to be an extremely precious divine source." Zishan said looking at this huge divine source.
The two of them continued to retreat deeper into the cave.
When faced with death threats, we all chose to surrender.
The turtle, snake, and lotus lantern turned into a lamp again, suspended below the head of Yin Bing Yin Shuyan.
A genius, a stunning figure, a generation of geniuses, but in the end they will return to dust.
"He must not come up with any weird ideas. You have to move that man. There doesn't seem to be a red-haired monster outside. He is the seventh-generation Patriarch of Yuantian. That's my fault. If you try to move, I'm afraid
There is a way to get out alive." Yin Bingyin warned Zishan.
The Turtle Snake Lotus Lantern consumed the Little Saint’s peak attack, leaving eleven attacks left.
There was a crack, and the missing Wang Jiang Taima turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.
Yin Bingyin looked behind him and saw a skeleton-like body suspended behind the descendants of the gods.
What Yin Bing Yin admires most about me is not my ability to ruthlessly kill ancient creatures. During the chaos of Bai An, I cowardly abandoned my life and fought to the death with the Supreme Bai An.
"Going a little further back, this is no longer the central location of Ye Fan."
The huge stone book stood on the ground, more than ten meters long, and the front foot was less than two meters.
The skinny and skinny person Shu Yanhong imagined was also like me, like a rotten tree.
My flesh and blood has not completely dried up, and has lost a little luster. It is just wrapped dryly under the bones.
Thinking back to seven thousand years later, I will be so heroic and look up to the sky.
Rather, it is like rotten wood, as if death has been long gone.
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