Leisurely cultivating life

Everyone who could talk to him has left, and Yujingshan is the only one who can talk to Chisong.

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Hongyuan Realm, Hongyuan Domain, Lancui City.

In a quaintly decorated pavilion, Yuan Zheng looked at the two people in front of him.

"You say that the fundamental skill of Xuanyu Valley is Yuxu's "Yiqi Yuanchen Baozhang"?"

It was a coincidence that Zhen Cang and his brothers and sisters followed the back road left by the sect, found Zhu Yuxuan, a Xuanzhen affiliated force, and happened to meet Yuan Zheng who was here.

"That's right, Master told me this when he was parting!"

Zhen Cang looked a little sad, and knelt down on the ground with a bang.

"My Quanlan's family is full of people. Except for the two of my senior brothers, everyone was slaughtered by the Xuanyu Valley. Please..."

boom--

At this moment, the entire Zhuyuxuan trembled violently with a roar, and everyone knelt down on the ground like Zhen Cang at this moment.

A wave of terrifying coercion rolled in like the Milky Way pouring down, and it was so overwhelming that everyone was almost suffocated.

"what happened?"

This is the common aspiration of everyone at the moment.

Those who could still barely move moved their bodies slowly with difficulty, and all their eyes turned to the sky above Lancui City.

There, there are two figures standing tall.

A map of three thousand roads above the head, in which countless worlds go up and down, open up, return to ruins, and back and forth. Just wearing white clothes, she looks like a supreme queen.

But at this moment, the empress was dressed in white, with spots of blood conspicuously dotted on it, and there were traces of blood spots at the corner of her mouth.

The other figure was a vague figure whose whole body was shrouded in a layer of black mist, and his aura was far superior to that of the woman in white.

"As expected of Yuxu, he was able to block my blow with only slight damage to his body."

The fuzzy figure shrouded in layers of black mist seemed to be very surprised, but it was only surprising.

Soon, a giant black hand appeared out of thin air, making the nearby space seem to fall into eternal peace, turning into complete darkness, complete darkness.

Carrying the meaning of tranquility, peace, and freedom, the giant black hand grabbed the woman in white, Shi Shiran, with heavy shadows of death.

Seeing it, the big black hand was about to grab the 'Three Thousand Avenues Map' on the top of the woman in white.

The void is distorted, and an acquired thing that is not contaminated with life, death, good, evil, etc., seems to transcend the universe and the heavens, and the invisible and substanceless fresh air suddenly flies out from the "Three Thousand Avenues" above the head of the woman in white, and hits right The big black hand.

Although the power of this clear air is much lower than that of the big black hand, it still drags it and deflects it a little, so that the big black hand brushes past the woman in white and fails to catch it.

"Innate Dao Qi?"

Seeing this clear air, the vague figure shrouded in layers of black mist focused his eyes, a little dignified.

The Xiantian Dao Qi is above the eighth level of the Dao, and the Dao has been analyzed to a certain extent, and the energy extracted contains the root of the Dao.

But now, such a terrifying thing has actually appeared in the hands of a small Dongxu Zhenjun.

For a moment, the vague figure in the black mist hesitated and had a hint of greed.

But immediately, I don't know what I thought of, and I returned to calm.

And the clear air, after dragging the big black hand, seemed to be unable to bear it, and turned into a stream of light and dissipated little by little.

The blurry figure in the black mist was not surprised at all, although he didn't know why such a treasure as Xiantian Dao Qi was in the hands of a small Dongxu Zhenjun.

But it's like the innate spirit treasure can only exert its true power in the hands of the strong in the Dao realm.

Although Xiantian Dao Qi cannot compare to Xiantian Lingbao, how can it be controlled by Zhenjun Dongxu? To be able to exert such power is really extraordinary.

A blaze of emerald green light pierced through the void, carrying the charm of burning all vitality, following the big black hand, and coming first, it was about to burn the woman in white.

A ray of light lit up, with the aura of cutting through everything, destroying everything, annihilating everything, ignoring numerous obstacles and barriers, and directly hit the emerald green flame.

Chapter 472 The French Open Returns (1/2)

Immortal Slaying Flying Knife!

Having known Zhou Fan for such a long time, Cang Xiyan's "Immortal Slayer and Flying Knife" simulated by the three thousand road map already has a bit of charm.

Therefore, although the difference in strength is not small, after being hit by the 'Zhanxian Flying Knife', the emerald fire light dimmed a lot.

But after a few breaths, it went out immediately.

The fuzzy figure shrouded in layers of black mist reacted extremely quickly. Although he was a little shocked that Cang Xiyan blocked his blow, he was about to fly out in a millionth of an instant. .

What he promised was to beat Cang Xiyan into serious injuries, but right now even minor injuries are enough.

But at this time, the void around him collapsed and destroyed inch by inch, time was destroyed, laws were destroyed, the avenue was destroyed, and even the light of his bodyguard was also destroyed.

Everything is being destroyed...

What was even more frightening was that, caught off guard, this destructive force directly injured his soul.

If it wasn't for a critical moment, when a 'battle armor' loomed, the consequences would be unpredictable.

The blurred figure in the black mist looked in astonishment, and among the countless images of destruction, a stalwart figure with a "world-destroying mill" on his head was slowly walking.

Hundreds of millions of light hang down like a water curtain in front of the eaves, causing ripples.

"Zhou Fan?!"

Although Yuanshen was directly injured by the force of destruction, the blurred figure in the black mist did not shake his mind at all, and the extreme pain made him more sober.

Hundreds of millions of rays of light condensed and turned into deep, pitch-black rays of light.

Wherever it is illuminated, the power of destruction is all quiet, as if falling into eternal sleep and complete death.

Facing Zhou Fan, he didn't hesitate at all, and directly used his fundamental supernatural powers.

He had already made preparations, and although Zhou Fan came a little too soon, it did not affect his decision.

The deep, dark, and quiet divine light, with a faint illusory taste of 'death', brushed towards Zhou Fan as if enveloping the void, putting everything into a peaceful sleep, and enveloping Cang Xiyan by the way.

A Great Thousand World, an Innate Spiritual Treasure, the prerequisite for obtaining them is to seriously injure Cang Xiyan.