Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 565 The Royal Horse!

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After a brief absence, Tun Sanqian froze.

Tun is the ancestral surname, Sanqian is the name, and he has the courage to swallow the three thousand worlds, which was his father's intention at the beginning.

But now, he only felt his back sinking, and his face became even more gloomy than the black pot.

"I'm going to swallow you!"

He let out a roar that shook the sky, he was really out of breath, the damn thing was turned into a mount again, this was a scar in his heart, it just healed not long ago, it was a shame that he could not wash away in his life on the road to becoming emperor.

Bang!

He tried his best to break free, but a big hand fell to the top of his head with a clang, his eyes were full of stars, and all his strength was instantly shaken away.

Damn!

He was depressed, and Su Qinian on his back was like an ancient sacred mountain, which made him unable to move.

For example, the three of Qing Ye were even more stunned, riding on the back of a young Yaozu Sheng Jin, and used it as a mount. This person's courage is still not ordinary.

After several consecutive palms, the young gluttonous prince clasped his head with his paws and said nothing, but immediately, a torrent of spiritual will rushed into his ancestral orifice.

Soul Deterrence Technique!

It has to be said that the condensed spirit and body of such a young Sheng Jin even surpassed the ordinary Dao Zejing Primordial Spirit who had survived a thunder calamity.

But today's Su Qinian has such a condensed and majestic spirit and will. After encountering stubborn resistance, he still drives forward, but it only enslaves his control over his physical body. Deep in his spiritual body, Su Qinian has not Forcibly spying and intercepting the memory, because I felt a hidden stalwart aura in it, obviously a real master left a restriction in it, once touched, unpredictable variables will arise.

"asshole!"

"Come down, I will fight to the death with you!"

"Scholars can be killed, but non-dams can be humiliated!"

Involuntarily got up, swallowed three thousand curses, but lost control of the body and spirit, leaving only pure consciousness and self.

Su Qinian ignored him, looked at Qing Ye and the other three, and pondered for a while, but now the situation has changed, and some things have to be exposed.

Stretching out his hand and grabbing Qing Ye and the three of them onto Tun Sanqian's back behind him, the prince of the gluttonous clan was stunned, his eyes turned red. When he reached his back, blood dripped from his heart. He knew this earlier, even if there was a great fortune in the ancient battlefield of the emperor's way, he would not come.

"Su Qinian, you..."

Bang!

He was suppressed as soon as he opened his mouth, an iron palm hit him dizzy, half a sentence was held back in his stomach, and he almost missed his tongue.

call!

Immediately, Su Qinian thought, this young gluttonous beast moved its four legs, as if there were wind and clouds gathering under its feet, the unique body shape and footwork of this family are all in line with the way of devouring, although it is not true A kind of extreme speed, not much slower than Su Qinian.

After half an hour.

A big monster with a big axe and an elephant trunk stared at Jinggu. This is a monster general, even close to the second-rate cultivation base.

The tiger's mouth was bleeding, and Jinggu's hand holding the knife was still firm. He had already begun to comprehend the Xiuming Saber, and he had first realized the true meaning of Xiuming. The one-style life-saving knife has already taken a full ten moves from this wild elephant clan monster.

"Good saber technique! It's a pity your cultivation base is too weak!"

This head is like a flesh body, with twisted muscles and muscles, the beast of the elephant tribe grinned grinningly, and shook its thick trunk. Even though it had a human shape, it was full of demonic aura.

In fact, although the real monster race can transform into a human being, it always maintains a part of its body, which is derived from the pride of race and blood.

All of a sudden, this wild elephant clan monster general was stunned, because he saw a majestic animal shadow in the distance, rolling up the wind and sand like a long dragon, and it traveled several miles in an instant, and came to the front.

gluttonous!

His blood was trembling, and in almost an instant, this demon general of the Elephant Clan recognized the identity of the person who came. He was more noble than ordinary demon kings. He was a young saint from the gluttonous clan of the Xihai royal family, an extremely powerful prince. , but before he could salute, he saw the four of Su Qinian on Tun Sanqian's back.

This……

With the mind of this wild elephant clan monster general, he couldn't figure out what happened for a while. This scene was simply incredible, beyond his cognition. That is clearly the four human races.

puff!

But then, a human-like sharp claw lifted up, enlarged in an instant, and fell like an abyss, crushing it into powder.

It is three thousand miles away from the border monster city.

This is a tragic battlefield in the past, there are white bones everywhere, there are monsters, there are people, the bones are thirty miles away, piled up into a mountain, most of them have decayed, the energy has collapsed, and the ground is covered with gray ashes.

Begging King Shi sat cross-legged on a dragon, his chest was stained with blood, and there was a bloody hole in the front and back, which was hard to heal, and there was an extremely sharp and blazing sword intent in it.

The Dacheng Demon King of the Golden Winged Roc Clan in the North Sea, even if he is a master on the Primordial Spirit List and has never survived the seventh level of thunder calamity, he can't stop the crushing power of a small world of Primordial Spirits.

At this moment, in addition to the begging king, there are nearly a hundred top Yuanshen figures such as the head of Shaolin Arhat Hall, and nearly three thousand disciples from various sects and aristocratic families.

Many spirit figures were very heavy-hearted. Fewer and fewer people came, and it has only been more than a day. I am afraid that nearly half of them have been lost.

Not to mention the begging king Shi Chenglong who ranked [-]th on the list of primordial spirits, and the existence of nine other primordial spirit Xiaocheng, all of them have gloomy faces. As far as they know, there are already eight primordial spirit Xiaocheng. The characters who have become successful are hunted and killed by the demon kings from the demon kingdoms of the four seas, their souls are torn apart, and their heads are cut off, becoming the most prominent spoils of war.

Of the nearly two hundred demon kings, there are only ten of them who have mastered the primordial spirit, and one of them is the existence of the nine-level indestructible realm of the primordial spirit.

"What does that Wudang guy want to do!"

"Waiting like this is just waiting to die!"

There was a figure of Yuanshen who spoke, and his face was very bad, because more than half of the disciples of the sect were lost. Although there are not many people, those who can be selected to participate in the martial arts conference are undoubtedly the most outstanding in the sect and family, regardless of the younger generation. If you are still a middle-aged person, if you lose one, you will be heartbroken, not to mention such a loss, it will undoubtedly hurt the future of the entire sect and family.

"Amitabha! Master Su is aware of reality, since he asked me to wait here for a day, he must be prepared, everyone, please be calm and don't be impatient."

This is the first seat of the Shaolin Arhat Hall. The old monk shouted the Buddha's name loudly, and the peaceful breath with a bit of pure yang energy spread towards the four directions. Suddenly, many primordial figures felt light in their bodies. Nearly three thousand sects and family members As long as the injuries on the disciple's body were not too serious, they were recovering quickly.

"Grandmaster!"

Some Yuanshen figures were surprised that the head of the Arhat Hall was using the little pure yang energy accumulated through the triple thunder calamity to perform the Buddhist Ningyin method to cleanse the wounded bodies and nourish the spirits of everyone.

You must know that pure yang energy is the foundation of the primordial spirit. Before the primordial spirit is pure yang, it will be replenished very slowly, or even consumed too much, which will damage the foundation of the primordial spirit. For a while, all the primordial spirits fell silent, the old monk With a broad mind, it was also the news of the little Wudang fairy brought by the old monk that saved many people. It has only been less than half a day, and everyone suppressed their temper. If the Great Demon Emperor is in charge, if there is no perfect way, he will only ruin everyone.

Less than a stick of incense passed.

"It's demonic!"

"It's such a pure breath, without mixed evil spirits, it's the demon king!"

The top person with a small achievement in Yuanshen opened his eyes. He came from the Hengshan School. She was a nun with a cold face, about sixty years old, but in fact she had lived for a hundred years.

Many Yuanshen masters stood up with solemn and serious faces. Although the ancient battlefield of the Emperor's Dao was huge, but after a long time, some demon kings finally noticed the gathering place here. This is definitely not good news.

It's coming soon!

"The gluttonous tribe of the West Sea!"

"Someone!"

When they were several miles away, the primordial spirits were first surprised that they were from the Xihai Demon Emperor family, but soon realized that they were not the royal demon kings who proved the Dao Primordial God, but a person with a strong aura, not weaker than the Primordial Spirit The royal ban.

But the most important thing is that there are actually five people sitting on its back, the leader is the white-haired snow-like, fairy-like peak master of Wudang Qingyang Peak, the little fairy Su Qinian.

This……

A group of human primordial spirits looked at each other in blank dismay, some even stared wide-eyed, even the beggar king Shi Chenglong opened his eyes, showing a look of astonishment, unexpectedly subdued a young monster clan's sacred ban, and used the royal family as a mount, this is simply It can be called a monster.

That's right, at this moment, in the eyes of the primordial spirit figures of various sects and aristocratic families, this little fairy is simply a monster. His behavior and behavior are often unexpected, and he often has astonishing handwriting.

There are also people who sigh in their hearts. After proving the Dao, they have a high position and weight and become the Taishan Beidou in the world of martial arts. On the contrary, they have many shackles on their bodies. , but more is helplessness and emotion.

The old monk of Luohan Hall glanced at Su Qinian and was also a little surprised. He didn't expect this one to arrive early.

After half an hour.

Even the king of begging, Shi Chenglong, couldn't help but gasped, and then looked at Su Qinian with a look of shock. This one is simply a lunatic, but his courage is enough to swallow mountains and rivers.

The primordial spirits then looked at each other, and many of them took a deep breath and nodded their heads. They couldn't see any life at first, but now they can give up everything. If they succeed, even if they die, they will die well. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket, starting point genuine subscription is the biggest support for ten steps!)

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