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The tyrannical star power burst out like a mountain over everyone's heart, making it difficult and stressful. The immortals across the distance can clearly feel it, and stand at the foot of the Shang Qingzong. Zhenyang Jiuxian is no exception, marveling at the star power.

But what shocked him even more was the power of the Jade Dragon Meteor, who was transformed into the **** of the stars. A single might can affect the thunder and sound of nature. This kind of power is not terrible.

You need to know that momentum is only a magic skill.

Many people understand it, but it is rare to be able to influence nature with a single prestige.

It ’s impossible to say that even ordinary practitioners, even immortals, can't do it, even those Luotian fairyland practiced to great consummation, and the large scattered immortals who have experienced eighteen calamities, including Zhenyang who has cultivated for thousands of years Jiuxian, they might be able to influence the thunder of nature, but they usually do n’t do it because it is too much power.

On the other hand, Yulong Feixing, with a roar, had no influence on the strength at all. Instead of not having it, the power became more aggressive and the power became stronger.

however.

What really makes Zhenyang Jiuxian feel terrible is that he found that the jade dragon flying star, which is the **** of the stars, breathes like a storm, it feels like a giant **** from the flood, it is unthinkable at this moment. How terrible is the jade dragon meteor of the **** that has power.

Can the ancient breeze that is weak in human interest resist?

do not know.

Zhenyang Jiuxian looked around and found that Gu Qingfeng was still standing there quietly, with one hand behind him, and the other hand playing the string of beads. His cold face was still expressionless, and what made Zhenyang Jiuxian even more puzzled was I don't know when Gu Qingfeng closed his eyes.

What is he doing?

No one knows the same.

"Isn't you the old one, didn't you warn me, if I don't roll, will you kill me?"

"Why not do it?"

"Are you afraid?"

The jade dragon flying stars, who are transformed into the gods of the stars, are arrogantly roaring in the air, each one is accompanied by a powerful power, the thunder of nature is rumbling, and the stars of the night sky have become more bright and brighter, The whole Weiyang area was illuminated as if night turned into day.

"Ancient surname! Let's die!"

Seeing that the ancient breeze did not respond, the jade dragon flying star, who became the **** of the stars, held the star sword straight away, like a shooting star, a dazzling shooting star hitting the ancient breeze.

The ancient breeze did not move.

Nothing from beginning to end.

He did not move when Yulong Feixing became the **** of Xingsu. At this moment when Yulong Feixing stabbed with a sword, he still did not move. Even when Yulong Feixing appeared in front of him, he did not move, just closed his eyes. , Just playing with that bunch of quaint beads.

Everyone is watching this scene closely.

They all wanted to see how the son of the star, who was born with the great destiny, beheaded the king of the sky.

However, when Yulong Feixing appeared in front of Gu Qingfeng, an unbelievable scene happened for everyone.

The Jade Dragon Flying Star, who has been transformed into the **** of the stars, is so stagnant.

Everyone saw it clearly. The moment Yulong Feixing appeared, she was still there somehow, holding the star sword and pointing at the ancient Qingfeng.

Not only did he stand still.

Even the thunder of nature stopped blowing.

Even the stars in the night sky stopped flashing.

Even the sound of wind, and even the time, are still here.

This scene is like a painting, thrilling and wonderful.

Everything is still.

Do not!

No.

Because many people find that only the Jade Dragon Flying Star, which is the **** of the stars, is still, and the opposite Gu Qingfeng is not still, at least, his right hand is still playing with the string of simple Buddhist beads, and it never stops.

this moment.

The entire Weiyang area fell into a moment of silence.

Silence is quiet.

Silence is dead silence.

Although the elders of the main gates were not still, but none of them dared to move, they just stared there, staring with horror, horrified, trembling, and daring to breathe. Extremely nervous, this feeling is like falling into the abyss of hell, and in the abyss of **** there is a **** of death asleep, no one dares to wake up and not to disturb the **** of death.

Yes.

That's the feeling.

I don't know why, at this moment, in the eyes of everyone, Gu Qingfeng is the **** of death.

Time passed by little by little.

No one knows how long it has elapsed, only that the bright and bright stars above the night sky gradually fade until they disappear.

Darkness came again.

Accompanied by a stronger silence.

It is also absolute silence.

The solitude suffocated them in fear, and the dead silence twisted their souls.

The Zhenyang Jiuxian standing at the foot of Shang Qingzong also felt pressure. The absolute sense of silence not only made him uncomfortable to breathe, but also made him sweat cold. He wanted to sacrifice the fairy to resist, but it was useless at all Scared to death, nervous and terrible, trying to leave here is extremely difficult to take one step. After finally taking three steps, Zhenyang Jiuxian has felt mental breakdown and turned around.

At this time.

boom!

An immortal finally couldn't bear the dark silence that belonged here, and fell to the ground.

boom!

Another person.

boom! boom! boom!

One fairy after another couldn't bear it and fell to the ground.

I do not know how many immortals fell to the ground.

Nobody knows.

No one cares.

On the court.

Woundless is still paralyzed on the ground, his body is still trembling, his face is as dead as death. Previously, he lost his soul, despair and regrets, but now he has no hopelessness, no longer regrets, and some are just fear, endless fear.

not far away.

Wanhua Yu also paralyzed on the ground.

Just before.

Like Yulong Feixing, he is also unwilling, and he is prepared to sacrifice his own incarnation of the star to kill Gu Qingfeng to save his face, but when he was preparing to sacrifice, someone stopped him in secret. He did not Know who stopped him, and don't want to know who it is at the moment, because fear has already shrouded his soul.

At the foot of the Qingzong Mountain.

Gu Qingfeng is standing ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ standing straight.

Like a lone peak.

A white coat fluttered slightly.

Three thousand black hairs were flying lightly.

One hand was behind him, the other was playing with the string of beads, and the thumb passed across the beads one by one, and the speed of passing them became slower and slower.

Three thousand black hairs were flying lightly.

One hand was behind him, the other was playing with the string of beads, and the thumb passed across the beads one by one, and the speed of passing them became slower and slower.

Three thousand black hairs were flying lightly.

One hand is behind him, the other is playing with the string of beads, and the thumb is passed over one bead after another,

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