Leisurely cultivating life

This sword, named 'One Yuan Nine Thunder God Sword', contains several changes of lightning methods.

Especially the Taiyi Divine Thunder, which was borrowed from Shen Xiao after crossing the East China Sea.

It took more than half of a lifetime and ten thousand years to refine this sword.

It is extremely amazing, and there has been no defeat so far in fighting the enemy.

Now in conjunction with the Taiyi God Thunder Formation, the power is doubled.

Now, apart from those few, his combat power can be said to be number one here.

"There is no way to hide, no way to avoid."

Zhou Fan raised his head, and saw that everything in front of him and even around him was a dazzling thunder light, and there were even strands of inconspicuous Taiyi golden light, which would swarm towards him if he didn't notice it.

Any escape method is powerless under such circumstances.

There is no other way but to fight hard.

But even so, he was calm and unmoved.

When those golden thunderbolts flew over, I thought about it, and a red line appeared behind me, and a seemingly endless sea of ​​blood emitted red light from the top door, falling down, layer upon layer, like a sea like a tide.

As soon as Fang appeared, it was like a surging wave, and in a swirl, the golden light and thunder were completely submerged and swallowed up.

Zhou Fan stared at Jin Guang Yuntai with serious eyes.

On the cloud platform, there are dense and dense Xuanwen Yun compiled, hanging down.

Taoist Lord Zhuang Hao sat in the center, his cassock rustled, and his face was a little gloomy.

The index finger and middle finger are parallel to each other, and they move horizontally towards the body of the sword.

"Crackling~"

Layers upon layers of golden thunderbolts seemed to appear out of thin air, and they were continuously shot down.

The dazzling brilliance shone in all directions, making people unable to open their eyes.

Sen Han's charm makes people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.

Zhou Fan was just a phantom in the sea of ​​blood, motionless as a mountain.

No matter how the golden light thunder strikes down, I will not move.

"I see how long you can last!"

Zhuang Hao snorted coldly, neither fast nor slow, with a cold light shining in his eyes, and his magic power surged.

The golden light thunder is like the Milky Way, falling from the nine heavens and impacting.

In this case, it was too late for him to be happy.

He has the power of a large formation, entrusted to the Xuan Qi Cave, and the power is almost continuous, and it will only become stronger and stronger over and over again.

Under the ebb and flow, the result is obvious.

And the longer the delay, the more convenient it is for you.

The more I and my comrades are able to see the details of the opponent, so that they can kill with one blow.

"It's a good plan!"

Zhou Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and then smiled slightly, understanding the opponent's plan.

He is just an incarnation, and his strength is limited after all.

Unlike the deity, the power is endless.

"I'm going to disappoint you again!"

With a slight smile, a red light rushed out from the illusory sea of ​​blood above the top door.

Suddenly, a blood-red lotus platform stood above Zhou Fan's head.

Strands of red hang down, like pearl curtains, condensed into various halos, resisting the golden light and thunder that come and go.

"what……"

Zhuang Hao's eyes were fixed, his mana surged, and he almost missed the 'One Yuan Nine Thunder Sword' in his hand.

"Top innate spirit treasure!"

He looked at the blood-red lotus platform floating above Zhou Fan's head with a bitter expression on his face.

He looked at the 'One Yuan Nine Thunder Sword' in his hand again, and was speechless for a while.

The blade of the 'One Yuan Nine Thunder Sword' kept shaking and continued to strike.

It's just that they were all blocked by the red mang hanging from the bloody red lotus in the sea of ​​blood, and there was not even the slightest fluctuation.

……

Above the big formation, all Taoist monarchs sat in the hall.

Yingluo golden bells sway in the wind, making a clear and clear sound.

The forest is gloomy, shining on people's eyebrows, a piece of clear green.

The purple smoke incense burner burns high-quality spices, and the aroma is wafting.

Everyone stared intently at the water mirror in front of them, observing the scene in the formation.

When he saw the fiery red lotus above Zhou Fan's head, his face turned black.

"Top innate spirit treasure!"

Mr. Yidao was the first to speak, with a kind face and clear eyes, but at the moment it was dignified and somewhat jealous.

Top-level innate spiritual treasure, it can be said that despite the many Taoist monarchs present, none of them has a top-level innate spiritual treasure.

Not to mention, it is still a top-level innate spirit treasure that focuses on defense.

As soon as this treasure came out, they knew that Zhuang Hao's Taiyi God Thunder Formation would not be able to detect Zhou Fan's details.

At this moment, above the water mirror, the situation of the great formation is reflected in the eyes of every Taoist monarch.

The Taiyi God's thunder array aroused golden light thunderbolts, this thunder is not an ordinary thunder method.