Chapter 104 Morning Light

The white-haired old man in the sky is amazingly powerful, and his moves can actually fuse the spirit of qi and blood with the emperor-level soul weapon. The two are superimposed, and the power can almost break the sun and the moon.

Only after reaching the martial arts saint can the spirit of qi and blood be agile and use the power of the soul weapon. This white-haired old man is obviously a master of the martial arts realm.

In the long history of martial arts in the Fenglan mainland for nearly ten thousand years, a few martial arts saints have appeared. These martial arts saints are all the leaders of the times, with superior wisdom, great opportunities and great luck. And in the same era, there is often only one, who will be the top and invincible.

In today's Fenglan Continent, Wusheng emerged one after another, one stronger than the other.

But this martial arts saint is not cultivated, but achieved by God's kindness. Therefore, it can be called an alien number, and his strength is not pure. Compared with pure martial arts saints such as "Yin" and Wu Pengwei who have been punished by God, he will make a judgment. But even so, the full blow of the white-haired old man is also amazing.

"Haha, old man Bai, you are also the elder of a generation of dragon emperors. Unfortunately, you still don't have enough strength."

He stamped his foot on Qingyi, and the airflow of the whole mountain burst in an instant, and there was a moment of stagnation in time and space. The white-haired old man who carried the "thunder" ancient bell on the void was also stagnant, but in a blink of an eye, the spirit of qi and blood on the top of his head pressed down vigorously, tearing the pressure paper of the five elements, which was more powerful than before.

But it was this time of one millionth of a second that countless viscous qi and blood power like golden ** overflowed over the body of Qingyi, like endless waves rising to the sky, and the waves surging, unexpectedly rising in the opposite direction, abruptly blocking the downward pressure of the "Thunder Ancient Bell".

"Hmm, carving worm tricks, you dare to be presumptuous with these tricks, to the evil, you are looking for death."

The old man in white made a gesture, which was extremely mysterious. The qi and blood king above his head was also in the same posture. His hands turned, and the "thunder" ancient bell in his palm rolled like a wheel, rushing up hundreds of meters, and then pressed down fiercely, and his strength doubled.

"Rumble............"

The waves formed by the power of qi and blood were suddenly smashed away, and the "Thunder" ancient bell was like a huge stone thrown into the river, setting off tens of millions of waves.

The power can't be stopped.

The impact force split thousands of resistances and abruptly hit the head of Xiang Qingyi.

Everyone was immediately surprised. The power of this blow was done by the martial arts saint through all his strength. Heaven and earth were shocked. Even if the body was cast by King Kong, it would definitely be smashed.

But this surprise didn't last for a moment.

Because the blow that could tear the world apart actually stopped, and there was not even a trace of waves.

The white-haired old man's face suddenly became solemn.

Under the "Thunder" ancient bell, a golden claw poked out. This claw was smaller than the ancient bell, but it was like a nail, fiercely jamming the pressure of the ancient bell, making it difficult to move.

At the same time, a terrible atmosphere that almost collapsed swept over the top of Longhuang Mountain.

"Ji Jie Jie, old man Bai, you still don't have enough strength."

A majestic roar like a giant beast echoed on the top of the mountain, as if it was cheating in everyone's hearts. A monster covered with golden scales and golden armor, and the monster of the dragon's body appeared in front of everyone. Its strength was so powerful that it was abruptly integrated. The "Thunder Ancient Bell" of the power of the qi-blooded spirit king was lifted inch by inch.

Everyone was suddenly miserable.

The "yin" above the clouds was also infinitely sentimental at this time: "It seems that Yang has been swallowed up by this boy."

How powerful is the power of the qi and blood spirit king? Compared with the ordinary spirit of qi and blood, the power of the spirit king is several times that of the spirit king. The ordinary spirit of qi and blood can pull up the mountain and turn the sea, and the qi and blood spirit king can raze the mountain to the ground and crush the sea with one palm. Coupled with the power of the ancient golden dragon contained in the "Thunder Ancient Bell", it can almost be called tens of millions of power, splitting mountains and turning over the sea and other idle things.

However, Xiang Qingyi grabbed it with one palm and lifted it abruptly. This power can only be done by the "yang" of the head of the ancient dragon. Even "yin" is inferior in terms of pure power.

The white-haired old man was shocked. He was the elder of a generation of Dragon Emperor. In terms of force, he was the second person who was not allowed by the Dragon Emperor Sect. Except for the suzerain Long Xie, there was no opponent in the mountain, and his insight was even more superman. At a glance, he saw through the strangeness of the cyan clothes.

"You, are you sanctified in the flesh? No, did you use a different method to devour a nine secluded dragon? No, this breath is so powerful that it is definitely not the power of the Jiuyou Dragon King.

The white-haired old man's face changes a few times, and the continuous power of qi and blood in his hand has almost reached the extreme. However, no matter how he urges his luck, he can never press down the "Thunder Ancient Bell" by one point.

"Nine secluded dragons?" Xiang Qingyi suddenly smiled and raised his head. His pupils were golden and bright. He stood up like a line and roared, "What kind of bullshit is that? It's broken by me."

He suddenly exerted his strength, and a huge golden dragon head appeared behind him. At the same time, he punched out, and the pure and domineering white thunder burst into the fist, bombarding the sky with the thunder ancient bell and the white-haired old man.

The latter couldn't suppress the fierce force towards Qingyi, and was actually thrown out, just like a broken kite.

At this time, the blue coat on the ground turned into a fierce golden light, which flashed in front of the white-haired old man in an instant. A pair of fists covered with scales and armor came out in the air, dense, like a drizzle all over the sky. Each blow brought out the power to tear the void, sharp as sharp as a knife, drawing traces of cutting the void.

This is the purest power, the most fancy and the ultimate power.

And the white-haired old man was abruptly bombarded on his body by this drizzle-like fist, and there was no way to resist.

A moment later, there was a thunderstorm in the sky, shocking all over the world.

The emperor-level soul weapon "Thunder" ancient bell was smashed in all directions, and the body of the white-haired old man fell on the Dragon Emperor's Hall, knocking into a huge hole, and the invincible qi and blood king "Dragon God" roared infinitely and sadly, and the light and shadow gradually dissipated.

With only one blow, the elder of the Dragon Emperor with the strength of the martial arts saint was killed by him and destroyed.

"Taishang Elder..."

The people on the top of the mountain came from the sadness and cried at the same time, but no one dared to move to the Dragon Emperor's Hall. After the change, Xiang Qingyi was like a king of murderous demons, standing high in front of the crowd, blocking all the hope of life.

No one dares to cross the thunder pool.

At this time, a long sigh floated above the square of the main hall.

"Why, Tsing Yi, I know this is not your original face. Why is it so hard?"

The dragon evil in a green shirt stood with his hands on his hands, looking indescribably sad.

Xiang Qingyi's eyelids beat imperceptibly, but in an instant his body disappeared. The ghost flashed before the dragon evil, he bent down like a clown. After that, he looked up and stared at the dragon evil motioned.

After a moment, he grinned at Qingyi.

"It turns out that you have lost all your strength. No wonder, no wonder..."

He licked his lips to Qingyi, like a ferocious beast, and his pupils were full of killing light.

"As long as you let me see the true deeds of the "evil moon" of the god of war 5,000 years ago when the void was broken, I will release the life of this mountain. Otherwise, I will kill all the male disciples here, and the female disciples will be raped first and then killed."

Xiang Qingyi smiled very seriously, and the contracted pupils clearly showed that what he said was true.

Long Xie's eyebrows shrugged: "Are you so cruel for the authenticity of your ancestors before you left?" But you have lost your mind, and you can't understand it.

"Is that right?"

He grinned at Qingyi, and his figure suddenly dissipated. The next moment, he appeared in front of a male disciple in the crowd. He stretched out his arm, passed through his chest, took out a bloody heart, put it in his mouth and chewed vigorously. The young disciple, even had no time to open his mouth and shouted, so he sent It's life.

"Bang..."

The body fell to the ground, and a group of disciples of the Dragon Emperor changed their color. Xiang Qingyi flashed like a ghost before the dragon evil. While chewing, they smiled and said, "Long Laoer, you never obey?"

Long Xie's face was like iron. He looked at the body of the disciple who fell to the ground, and his heart was in pain.

His power of qi and blood is almost divine. After God's grace, he has reached the peak of the martial arts saint. Unlike other sects, others will absorb or stagnate after reaching the peak of the martial arts saint, carefully think about the connotation of the martial arts saint, and dare not delusion about the void to become a god.

But the dragon evil has the first person in heaven and earth who broke the void and became a god 5,000 years ago - the real trace of the dragon emperor's "evil moon" when he left, which contains the greatest mystery of emptiness becoming a god.

He couldn't suppress his excitement for a moment, so he decided to take risks, wait and see the real deeds, and try to break through the air and become a god.

This is the common demon of martial arts in the world, and it is difficult for anyone to suppress it.

It's just that this true truth is obscure and difficult to understand. After some seemingly incomprehensible research, the power of the dragon's evil qi and blood was lost, and even one step away.

Now, the former beloved disciple was actually possessed and went up the mountain. He was powerless to resist. With Bai let the rest of the disciples of the school implicated, his heart was cut like a knife.

But after all, he is the largest sect in the world, the supreme strong man named the second on the Chiyou tablet. At the point of humiliation, he can't lose his temperament and identity in any case.

"This real work is the ancestor of the Dragon Emperor. If you are still a disciple of my Dragon Emperor, if you work hard, you will naturally have a look forward-looking time, but now you want to rely on force to make my Dragon Emperor disciples bow their heads and don't think about it."

The dragon evil waved his long sleeves, and his voice was like a golden iron slash, sonorous.

Not only this, the disciples of the Dragon Emperor on one side actually stood up, straightened their chests, and shouted at the same time, "I obey the order of the suzerain."

The largest faction in the ages, at this time, the awe-in wind and bones are fully visible.

Xiang Qingyi was stunned, but then he looked up and laughed, glanced at the disciples, and finally stayed on the butterfly dance in the white-haired old man's robe, staring closely at the other party's towering chest, ** evil smile.

"Okay, I'll see how backbone you are."

He rushed to the figure in blue, flashed beside the butterfly dance, waved his big hand, and the white robe suddenly smashed. The unparalleled body of the butterfly dance suddenly appeared in the air. An elder of the faction couldn't stand it. He shouted, shouted "Kill this ** thief" and rushed over.

At the same time, more than a dozen male disciples in the faction shouted at the same time, urging the power of qi and blood of the whole body, intending to die with Xiang Qingyi.

"No..."

A color of pain flashed in the eyes of the dragon evil, and he turned his head.

There was a rain of blood in mid-air, and the disciples were swept into blood by the waves of Qingyi.

Seeing this tragic situation, Butterfly Dance did not want to be ashamed again. She closed her eyes and raised her palms to pat her head.

But at this moment, her palm suddenly paused, and she could no longer exert any strength.

"Beast, what on earth do you want?"

Butterfly dance opened her eyes and scolded, but she suddenly found that Xiang Qingyi was opposite her, staring fiercely at her back.

"Miss, why do you have to commit suicide?"

A clear voice sounded behind her ears, and a cyan robe was added to her skin, covering the infinite spring color.

The butterfly dance turned around in surprise.

In the morning, a young handsome man with a smile on his face was stepping forward with the morning light.

The original deep night passed at this moment.