Chapter 422 The heroine of Hades Palace is a hybrid dragon girl?!
Chapter 436 Harvesting a fist-sized black gold cauldron with dragon patterns
Zhang Wenchang's speed was very fast. On the afternoon of the seventh day, he arrived at the Southern Region on time and met up with Ye Fan and Pang Bo.
The Golden Winged Peng King was beaten to his core again and lay on the ground crying, wishing to die.
Zhang Wenchang casually took it into his hand, and the black divine chain of order instantly pierced his head and destroyed his soul.
Then he absorbed the origin of his Golden-Winged Tianpeng, which was a ball of golden origin. Zhang Wenchang did not absorb it for the time being, but sealed it up.
The next one to be my sparring partner is the Holy Son of Light.
However, Saint Son of Light's cultivation is too strong, so I think it's better to suppress him.
Zhang Wenchang released the Holy Son of Fluctuating Light from the Star Tower.
I saw a divine light flash across, and he rushed towards Zhang Wenchang.
The flames of the Turtle Snake Lotus Lantern flashed, and a great sage's majesty filled the air, making people feel frightened.
This is a kind of supreme coercion that ordinary practitioners of the fourth-level Secret Realm Dragon Transformation Realm cannot resist, which makes people feel desperate.
"Holy Son of Yaoguang, he is going to show off. Before his identity as the successor of the ruthless little emperor has been exposed, he has used the tricks of the ruthless little emperor. Let you see it." Bai Haolan said wonderfully.
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"Now you push him down and let him recognize himself."
Zhang Wenchang felt a strange cold force approaching, and there seemed to be no danger in it. I instantly moved several thousand meters away, avoiding the insidious killing move.
My small body is as if it were made of gold, and my confident look makes me feel soaring.
The Holy Son of Fluctuating Light felt like a little ant, as if he was facing a huge mountain that was impossible to shake. He was so suppressed that he trembled all over and couldn't help but lie on the ground.
I may have been made from a Ji Dao weapon, and some of the Dao patterns have not yet been raised outside. At this time, with the help of the ordinary Dao patterns outside, I actually broke through the suppression of the turtle, snake, lotus lantern.
At this moment, no one felt a sense of horror. Do they understand what happened?
Zhang Wenchang looked at Holy Son Yaoguang and said with a warm smile: "He thinks he is an unparalleled master and has enemies of his generation, but why did he use the Seventh Heaven of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm to sneak attack on you?"
Those words were like a thunder, and a look of surprise appeared on the face of Holy Son Yaoguang, which was very understandable.
He is gritting his teeth to resist this pressure.
The Holy Son of Light did not look at Zhang Wenchang, but instead provoked Bai Hao.
With a bang, the Holy Son shook the light. It seemed to be an understatement, but it was very successful. With an ordinary and extraordinary palm, a white hole was created in the void, determined to swallow everything outside.
The nearby river seemed to suddenly stop flowing, as if it was frozen, and time seemed to be frozen.
"Longwen, it was he who attacked you in the ancient tomb of Lizhou. Do you dare to fight you openly now?"
Zhang Wenchang shouted, and the tortoise, snake, and lotus lanterns were shaking, as if a mysterious force of emotion had imprisoned the sky.
This turned out to be a large Ye Fan Platinum Cauldron. It was probably made from leftover materials from the Ye Fan Platinum Cauldron, the ultimate weapon of fluctuating light.
"He's just pretending. His identity hasn't been revealed yet, and he will soon be the enemy of the whole world." Zhang Wenchang said with a warm smile.
It was an indescribable feeling. My soul seemed to be suppressed by the hill, and my life and death depended on other people's thoughts.
"I'm sure we're fighting at the same level. You're confident that you can beat him to a pulp." Zhang Wenchang said with a smile.
"Do you know what that Taoist friend called him, and why did he say that?"
"That's right. His reputation as the Holy Son of Light is too great. I used some methods to suppress him to the same stage. There is really no pressure in the battle. You try it first. If you can defeat him, then defeat him.
Lower his cultivation level a bit, hoping that his Taoist heart will be broken before it becomes bad." Zhang Wenchang said with a smile.
The Holy Son of Fluctuating Light, as slow as a ghost, appeared in another direction with no sound, two rays of light shot out from his eyes, and he was obviously trained to have divine eyes. He stared at Zhang Wenchang closely, as if he wanted to see through my true identity.<
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Zhang Wenchang took the lead in punching, and the golden fist flashed with purple thunder, penetrating the sky. It was not a killing move blessed with the holy law of fighting, but a life-and-death fight, with a bone-chilling killing intent.
"If you want to fight, then fight." The dragon pattern is not scary at all.
The Holy Son of Yaoguang suddenly let out a long roar. The appearance of a giant white cauldron emerged from my body. This is the appearance of Ye Fan's white gold cauldron.
That kind of miraculous skill is really insidious and vicious.
"Holy Son of Light, now his opponent is you. He is now your pet and your sparring partner. Only if his performance satisfies you will he not be qualified to challenge others." Zhang Wenchang said with a smile. "Holy Son of Light, does he dare to fight at the same level as you?" Bai Haolan asked lightly.
Hua la la, the river continued to flow, and everything returned to normal.
The power of a saint can be measured.
I'm like a ghost, full of sinister winds and lifeless spirits. What kind of miraculous power is this of narcissism?
"Okay, you can't just use holy weapons and fight him openly and at the same level." Zhang Wenchang said.
"You understand what that fellow Taoist is talking about, but if you and Cheng Ruo want to fight you with all their strength, although you Yaoguang are talented, your self-confidence is stronger than anyone else." The Holy Son Yaoguang said in his mouth.
With a hint of toughness.
This is the power of the great sage. In this era, in this era when saints do not appear in the great way, saints are the weakest fighting force in this era.
"He just relied on the power of the holy weapons. He must have used the holy weapons, just relying on him? Killing him is like cutting grass!" Yaoguang Holy Son, his eyes like a sword.
With a plop, Holy Son Yaoguang couldn't bear it any more. He was pressed directly to the ground. The terrifying pressure crushed the bluestone under him. He was trembling all over and struggling hard.
Like a ghost, the Holy Son of Shaking Light slapped him down with a sound.
The secret of the Holy Son of Light is now being kept very poorly. It has not been leaked. Zhang Wenchang did not do it to cause me psychological pressure.
The Bai Hao Platinum Cauldron, which was as small as a fist and belonged to the Holy Son of Light, was taken away by Bai Haolan.
"Take his life and his holy weapon now!" Holy Son Yaoguang, with an expression of indifference, swooped up like a divine light and rushed towards Zhang Wenchang.
The Holy Son of Fluctuating Light stands in the lower sky, his blond hair is dancing wildly, and his eyes are shining with golden light.
Eight flames flew out, seemingly small, but exuding terrifying coldness. They blocked the Holy Son of Fluttering Light and slashed towards my body.
"He sealed you? Suppressed your cultivation to the seventh level of the secret realm, the seventh level of heaven?" Holy Son Yaoguang said in a hot voice.
The Holy Son of Fluttering Light, moving forward at high speed, avoiding the eight flames.
Several white dragons flew out from Ye Fan's platinum tripod, breaking through the suppression of the little saint's power. I turned into a golden light and rose into the sky.
Zhang Wenchang's pupils shrank, and sure enough, in addition to practicing the secret techniques of the ruthless little emperor, Yaoguang Holy Son also practiced many secret techniques of Yaoguang Holy Land as a cover.
"Relying on the power of the holy soldiers is just a coward."
Rumble.
Outside there are tall pines and lush vines. It is a new valley. Everything is quiet. A small battle is about to begin.
"You are the Holy Son of Yaoguang. It means that you have enemies in your generation. No one can humiliate you. He is just relying on the soldiers of the saint."
Puff, puff, puff.
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