Chronicles of Celestial Origins

On the other side, the silver snake shines brightly, and the thunder and lightning cover the sky.

An old man with white beard and hair sits under a huge golden lotus platform with a solemn appearance.

Zhuang Xingqian's figure flashed suddenly, and when the lightning flashed, it condensed into his figure and appeared behind the old man. The five black lightning arcs in his hand jumped and hit the golden lotus.

As soon as the two parties came into contact, the black thunder arc transformed into unknown curse words and spread along the huge golden lotus, covering it in the blink of an eye.

The huge golden lotus was covered with densely packed black symbols, and it covered the old man's body.

The old man's complexion changed slightly, he clasped his palms together and spit out a mouthful of blood essence. The golden lotus was stimulated by the blood essence and trembled violently, as if trying to break free from the shackles of the black characters.

I saw the golden lotus slowly blooming in the middle, and another golden lotus grew. In the blink of an eye, it grew to a size of three to four feet. However, the original huge golden lotus quickly withered and dissipated into the air, disappearing without a trace along with the black characters. .

The new golden lotus is like a phoenix reborn from the fire. It is extremely delicate and beautiful. Tiny golden lotuses leap out from it, rise in the wind, and envelope Zhuang Xingqian's body.

Lightning arcs flashed all over Zhuang Xingqian's body, and he suddenly disappeared. Forty feet to his left, the lightning arcs reunited, revealing his appearance.

I saw his hands forming seals, and in an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, thunder arcs shone all over the sky, rumbling sounds were heard, and huge thunder pillars shot from the sky and hit the golden lotus.

In the blink of an eye, dense thunder and lightning fell from the sky, submerging an area of ​​a hundred feet in radius. The thunder and lightning merged with the huge storm that connected the sky and the earth.

The golden lotus is like a small boat swaying with the waves in the ocean of thunder, lightning and storm.

The old man stood still, and on the golden lotus, lotus flowers bloomed one after another, rising in the wind, resisting the impact of the thunder and lightning storm.

Among the battle group, there was a majestic figure, his whole body covered with black scales, his five fingers turned into dragon claws, two horns grew out of his head, and his body turned into a bull's head, a donkey's mouth, a snake's belly, and an elephant's ears, shaking in the air. Swinging his head and tail, his long eyes like a green crescent moon swept over him, like a king looking down at his territory. It was Qin Tianjiao who had completely transformed into a dragon.

He was facing a burly man wearing Crescent Gate costumes. His whole body was covered with golden light, with a gleam of light between his brows. His fists were like wind and his palms were like lightning. He was fighting with the dragon.

The sound of "bang bang bang" was heard continuously, like gold and stone hitting steel. Every blow from the two men had the power to collapse mountains and crack rocks.

Qin Tianjiao's huge curved dragon claws grabbed him, but the man was not afraid at all. He met with both fists. In the blink of an eye, the fists and claws struck each other more than ten times, making a loud banging sound.

The man's arms were slightly numb, and the dragon's long tail swung past. The man's figure flew out like a cannonball and hit the mountain. With a muffled groan, he jumped into the air in a flash, and the entire mountain collapsed.

Qin Tianjiao's huge figure approached again. The man clasped his hands together, and a brilliant light shot out from between his eyebrows, and the dragon grabbed it with both claws.

As soon as the two came into contact, the dragon's claws gradually turned into gold, just like the magic of turning stone into gold. The dragon's claws were touched by the light and turned into a pair of golden claws. For a moment, he was stiff and unable to move.

The man formed a seal with his hands, stretched out his left hand, and the brilliance in mid-air flew towards the bee pupa in his palm, condensing into a golden sword. The man flashed, holding the golden sword, and slashed straight down.

The dragon couldn't move its palms, and threw away its long tail. The golden knife struck the long tail, causing sparks to fly and the scales covering the dragon's tail to twist slightly.

A brilliant brilliance shot out from between the man's eyebrows again, and the dragon's tail turned golden, unable to move. The man held a treasured knife and chopped it on the dragon's head. There was only a loud "Peng" sound, and the treasure light only cut off one of its scales. .

When the man was about to behead him again, Qin Tianjiao put away his dragon form, raised his palms, and bright red blood gushed out. He pushed with both palms, and in an instant, the blood surged like a river, like a vast ocean, rushing towards the man overwhelmingly, drowning him. In the meantime.

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As time went by, the battle between the two parties gradually became more intense, and they were divided into countless small battle groups, with the battle lines extending for dozens of miles.

At this time, it was not just them, the late-stage foundation-building monks, but also the early-stage foundation-building monks who arrived one after another to fight against the Demon Sect.

Tang Ning faced off against a tall and burly man wearing Youmei Sect costumes. The two of them were hundreds of feet away from the crowd.

However, he knew the man opposite him. His name was Xiang Jingxing. When he was exploring the remains left by An Bohuai at the bottom of Changliu Lake, Tang Ning had followed him for a long time. Unexpectedly, after so many years, he had already entered the We are in the late stage of foundation building, yet we are still competing here.

He recognized Xiang Jingxing, but Xiang Jingxing did not recognize him. He turned over his left hand and two golden humanoid puppets appeared beside him. The puppets were about five or six feet tall, with clear lines and lifelike shapes. Two golden The eyes look very strange.

In addition, with a wave of his hand, two more corpses whose bodies were as black as ink appeared.

Xiang Jingxing was originally a disciple of the Corpse Puppet Sect. Later, the Corpse Puppet Sect was annexed by the Youmei Sect, so he joined the Youmei Sect. Tang Ning was not surprised that he had several corpse puppets on his body and was tall and tall.

The two of them were tens of feet apart. After the two corpses and puppets appeared, Xiang Jingxing turned his hand again, took out a golden stick and rose it in the wind, turning into a size of thirty feet, and struck Tangning in the air. Come.

At the same time, the two corpse puppets and humanoid puppets also surrounded him from the left and right sides.

Not only that, Xiang Jingxing also pulled out a red iron scroll to protect himself. This move was made with all his strength, fully armed, and impressive.

These two humanoid puppets and the jet-black corpse puppet both had the strength of foundation-building monks. Now that they were swarmed up, Tang Ning felt slightly troubled.

He retreated violently, turned his hand, and the purple-gold spear rose up in the wind, facing the golden stick.

As the two struck each other, the golden stick trembled slightly, and the light shrank suddenly. At this time, the two humanoid puppets and the pitch-black corpse puppet had already attacked.

The two burly figures opened their mouths, and two huge golden light beams shot out. The puppets also sprayed out ink-colored flames, and in the blink of an eye, they were in front of them.

Tang Ning flipped her hand, and the golden bowl rose up in the wind, protecting her in front of her.

Two golden light pillars of more than ten feet and two dark green flames of more than ten feet hit the golden bowl. The golden bowl's light shrank suddenly and shook.

The burly humanoid figure flashed forward and reached Tang Ning's figure. He struck out with his fist, making a loud banging sound with the golden bowl. The two corpse puppets were covered in dark green flames, which shot up into the sky.

The golden bowl's light became weaker and weaker, and it was already on the verge of collapse. Tangning patted the spirit beast bag, and a white shadow flashed out. The body of the little white snake swelled up in the storm. Without his instructions, its figure flashed and reached the side of the puppet, flicking its tail. The two puppets immediately flew out.

Tang Ning formed a seal with both hands, and the world went dark. A circle of light dozens of feet in size appeared in front of her. Five colors flowed inside the circle. The dark green flames of the corpse soared into the sky and hit the circle. It was gradually dissolved by it and gradually merged with the circle.

The stronger the corpse puppet's dark green flame, the faster the aperture circulates, and the other four colors of the five-color light are engulfed by the red light.

Gradually, the dark green fireworks on the corpse puppets were absorbed by the aperture. The rotation speed of the aperture became slower and gradually stopped. He pushed with both palms, and the dark green fireworks filled the sky in the aperture and hit the two corpse puppets, submerging them.

On the other side, the two humanoid puppets were no match for the little white snake. With a loud rumble, the puppets were knocked back more than ten feet by the fierce white snake and fell to the ground, stirring up dust all over the sky.

The two puppets stood up and sprayed out a huge beam of light from their mouths. They hit the little white snake and heard the sound of gold and stone hitting each other. The little white snake was unscathed. In a flash, it appeared above the puppets again. With a flick of its body, the two puppets There was no way to fight back, and a huge deep hole was created in the ground.

Xiang Jingxing was horrified when he saw that the two puppets and corpse puppets he had worked so hard to refine were eliminated by the opponent in the blink of an eye.

The two corpse puppets have been swallowed up by the dark green flames in the sky and are struggling. The two burly human figures are unable to fight back under the attack of the white snake. It is only a matter of time before they are defeated.

The golden stick in mid-air was under the attack of the purple-gold spear, its light became increasingly dim, and it was already crumbling.

Tangning flipped her hand, took out a black flag flag, pointed at it, and the black flag rose sharply in the wind.

Rolling black mist surged out from it and headed towards Xiang Jingxing. In the blink of an eye, an area of ​​dozens of feet in radius was wrapped in black mist.

In the black mist, countless tall armors formed, chopping around Xiang Jingxing.

Xiang Jingxing's protective red iron scroll burst out with light, and the surrounding soldiers and armor were swept away by the light and dissipated one after another.

Tang Ning pointed at the flag, and a burst of spiritual energy shot into the flag. More than ten struggling ghost heads emerged from the black flag and rushed towards Xiang Jingxing.

A few feet away, more than ten ghost heads spurted black blood toward the red iron scroll.

As soon as the red iron scroll was stained with this black color, its light immediately shrank and began to shake violently.

More than ten ghost heads swarmed up and gnawed at the iron scroll's spiritual power.

Seeing this, Xiang Jingxing made a secret in his hand and spat out a mouthful of blood on the iron scroll.

The iron scroll slowly unfolded, and a girl in white floated out from inside, with a long sword on her back and a hosta inserted sideways.

It is the sword soul sealed in the iron scroll.

The girl unsheathed her sword and pointed it directly at Tang Ning.

In an instant, the powerful sword intent instantly filled the surrounding world, and countless sword lights as sharp as snow struck him.

More than ten ghost heads collapsed under the sword light attack.

The surrounding black fog was swept away by the sword light and dissipated immediately, and the sword light hit the black flag.

The two colors of light intertwined, and the black flag gradually lost its power. The light became weaker and weaker. Tang Ning knew how powerful this sword spirit was. With a move of his hand, the purple and gold spear was shot back. At that time, the golden stick was already shaky and the light was almost dissipated. .

The purple-gold spear bloomed with light, facing the sky full of sword light.

The purple light and the sword light were in a stalemate. The two did not last long. The sword light became weaker and weaker, swayed one after another, and finally disappeared.

The purple gold spear pierced Xiang Jingxing and hit the iron scroll. With a "bang" sound, the iron scroll shook slightly and its light was greatly reduced.