Chapter 47 The Most Holy Driving Dragon Air Surging

The cloud moon stands in front of the temple with constant shaking and explosions, walking around, and from time to time looks up at the top of the ladder.

After waiting for a long time, he still didn't see that figure, which made him a little worried and thought, "Isn't this boy going to come out?"

At this time, the gorgeous glow passed through the sky, and a divine light shone on the sky and came straight to the roaring demon temple. Even the practitioners standing far away on the ground had to retreat and make way for them.

"That's...the most holy!" Some practitioners exclaimed like this.

"What's going on with this temple? It shocked the most holy strong man!" Another exclaimed exclaimed.

The divine light had just settled in the sky, and another colorful glow came in the distant sky, like a long rainbow, illuminating the whole sky.

"It's the most holy strong man again!" Some practitioners exclaimed again.

"Haha, Fengshanghun, you are one step ahead of me and underestimate you!" A sound that shook the world came from the colorful glow, which made many practitioners a little dizzy. This is the most holy strong man. Even if it is not aimed at you, just talking can make ordinary practitioners unable to stand it.

"It's you, why did you come out again?" A voice came from the previous divine light, with a slight surprise, as if the appearance of the person in the Caixia was ordinary that he did not expect. The Caixia also stopped in the air, and the people in the Caixia continued, "Why, can't I see what's the secret of this Xiaotian Demon Temple?"

"Hmm! It's up to you, I don't care about you!" The man in the divine light hummed, and then both of them stopped talking.

Yunyue looked up at the divine light and said to herself, "The man in the Caixia called him Fengshang Soul. Is it difficult for him to be the Fengshang Soul?"

Suddenly, there was another restlessness in the sky, and a murderous feeling permeated the sky, shaking that the void seemed to be about to break. Looking at it closely, a purple figure was slowly stepping from a thousand feet high. Although he was walking slowly, he would move far away with every step.

When he came close, everyone saw clearly that this was a young man with black hair in purple. The murderous intent released by his eyes directly made some low-level practitioners spit blood and then retreat quickly.

In the end, someone recognized him and exclaimed, "The purple wind swept over, and the red blood stained thousands of miles, the young killing god, Lu Lichen!"

Yunyue looked up. Although it was far away, the face was indeed very clear. It was a teenager's face, with eyebrows like a sword, with endless murderous intent flashing in his eyes, a slight cold at the corners of his mouth, a black hair shawl, and a purple dress. This man must be Lu Lichen, the god of killing young people!

"Oh? Is the rising star also coming? How many people know about this time? The man in the colorful glow said again.

At this time, the divine light suddenly disappeared, and a figure was exposed from it. This is a middle-aged man in a cyan cloth, with a burly figure, with a knife-like face and long hair behind him. He looked at the Caixia, then looked at Lu Lichen, and then said, "I'm afraid, as long as it's a guy who is not dead, everyone knows " said!"

Lu Lichen's face did not change at all. It seemed that what Feng Shanghun said had nothing to do with him, but quietly looked at the Xiaotian Demon Temple.

And the people in Caixia are different. After shouting, he said, "It seems that those old guys will also be born. Now it's interesting!"

The soul of the wind and death glanced at the Caixia, then put on a look of contempt, and finally said, "Not only those old guys, but also those who disappeared in ancient times may reappear in the world!"

"Oh? Is that so? Haha, the world is going to be more chaotic!" The person in the colorful glow laughed and didn't pay attention to his most holy image at all.

At this time, Lu Lichen, who had not spoken, suddenly stepped out, and then a square picture halberd appeared in his hand. Then he hit the roaring demon temple. The murderous atmosphere rolled down, and thousands of feet of air went down through the clouds, shaking the world. Several nearby mountains were instantly shattered, and the air light tore the void straight. Attacked the Temple of the Xiaotian Demon.

Some practitioners who have metamorphed into the realm are directly shocked by their killing intention and fly out hundreds of feet, just like a Taoist blood line. It seems that they can't live. The cultivation of the slightly higher realm of imperial spirit was shocked nearly a hundred feet away, and also flew out with blood, and he didn't know if he could survive.

is the cloud moon in the peak realm. In the face of this murderous intent, his face became very pale, and his eyes were about to be shaken away. Fortunately, the three elders of Taiyimen protected him at the first time and retreated away.

"Oh, that boy hasn't come out yet!" Suddenly, Yunyue thought that Ye Qianqiu was still inside and did not escape.

But it was too late. The shock of heaven and earth hit the Xiaotian Demon Temple and smashed more than half of the whole temple.

Lu Lichen's blow turned out to be extremely strong, and the temple made of unknown materials was half broken!

"Lu boy, are you too good at it? This Xiaotian demon saint has a grudge against you. What do you do? Feng Shang's soul saw Lu Lichen's cold blow, and immediately stunned, and then asked with a trace of surprise on his face.

Lu Lichen did not reply to his words, but quietly stared at the Xiaotian Demon Temple, which was half smashed by himself, as if waiting for something.

Although this blow did not hit Ye Qianqiu in the temple, its aftershocks did shake Ye Qianqiu directly, spit blood, and flew to the hall of the holy soldiers who had robbed the silver gun before with a blood line, and fell next to the silver gun.

Ye Qianqiu lay on the ground, turned his head with difficulty and looked at the silver gun saint. He said to himself, "I haven't been robbed. It seems that I'm going to die beside you!"

Suddenly, the dragon spirit around the silver gun saint suddenly soared, and even Ye Qianqiu beside him was swept in, stranding his bones all over his body. He couldn't help staring and shouting, "I ×, the dragon spirit of refining soldiers! Did you refine me as a weapon?"

The suddenly soaring dragon spirit surged crazily. Ye Qianqiu was swept into the air by the dragon spirit, and his bones kept ringing all over his body, and the blood that had just been swallowed came out again.

"You can't be hanged by the dragon's air like this. Even if you die, you have to die with respect!" Ye Qianqiu thought like this, and then used all his strength in the dragon gas in mid-air and sat cross-legged, which raised Wanhua's spirit and protected himself.

"Well, I refine my body with dragon spirit!" Ye Qianqiu suddenly shouted and roared out such a sentence, refining the body with dragon spirit. Who dares to do this? What's more, this is still the temple left by the most holy strong man to deposit the dragon spirit for many years, and he actually wants to refine his body with this!

"The qi leads to the ten directions, and all things in heaven and earth are transformed into one breath to control, and all qi return to one is for the transformation of ten thousand. The vastness of the qi returned to be too empty, and the ten thousand gods turned into one breath..." Ye Qianqiu opened his mouth and thought lightly about the ten thousand gods. The crazy dragon spirit slowly calmed down and penetrated into Ye Qianqiu's body like a trickle of water. At this moment, the ten thousand gods released by Ye Qianqiu was no longer as scattered as before, but gradually condensed into a The appearance of a real dragon, a small real dragon formed by Wanhua!

Ye Qianqiu's body slowly began to emit golden brilliance, and his bones were also reconnected. It seemed that his body was getting stronger and stronger!

Slowly, the Wanhua spirit around his body was also fully formed, and a small Wanhua real dragon appeared, which seemed to contain extremely powerful power!

The peak realm condenses the tangible internal qi, which no one dares to imagine. There is a tangible internal qi that can only be condensed in the realm of Longyue, but now Ye Qianqiu has condensed the dragon-shaped internal qi with the cultivation of the peak of heaven. I'm afraid, only Wanhua magic formula and this universal divine spirit that condenses the origin of all things can Achieve this effect! If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid he would only be hanged and crushed by this dragon spirit that has been deposited for many years!

Dragon gas is still gushing out, and Ye Qianqiu is still absorbing dragon gas and refining the body with dragon gas, which is something ordinary practitioners can't imagine!

Suddenly, the dragon gas again* suddenly twisted to Ye Qianqiu. Ye Qianqiu was defenseless. He was twisted by this sudden * dragon gas, and his bones crackled again. A trace of blood once emerged from the corners of his mouth. It seems that even with such a thousand gods, it can deposit the dragon gas refining body for many years. It's not easy!

"Ah..." Ye Qianqiu looked up to the sky and roared, then threw the Qingyang sword into the ground with one hand, and then quickly printed it with both hands. The dragon spirit poured into his body crazily, making him very uncomfortable. He resisted the pain and shouted, "The secret of all things in the world, lead!"

When he drank, the Taoist dragon spirit was guided by something, and all of them did not pour into his body. Then Ye Qianqiu pointed to the Qingyang sword inserted on the ground with one hand

, next, the incredible scene was released, and the crazily soaring dragon spirit actually rushed to the Qingyang sword, the dragon spirit refining soldiers!

The dragon gas kept pouring into the Qingyang sword, and the crack that the Qingyang sword was shocked by the sword gas before was also slowly disappearing. Seeing that the Qingyang sword will return to its original appearance.

At this time, three figures stood quietly in the sky, as if they were waiting for something together, but no one spoke.

Time gradually passed, and Ye Qianqiu's body also recovered again. Under the condensation of dragon spirit, he felt that his body could no longer be compete with ordinary practitioners in the peak realm, so he introduced all the dragon spirit into the Qingyang sword and used the dragon spirit to restore the damage of the Qingyang sword.

Finally, the crack of the Qingyang Sword also completely disappeared. Looking down from above, it is like a thunder light rushing down from the sky. The body of the sword is light blue, with a slight thunder and dragon spirit emerging. It seems that it is only half a step away from the holy level.

He wrapped the Qingyang sword with a rag again. Ye Qianqiu's face looked very pale. He frowned and looked around. The temple had been shattered by the previous blow of the hegemonic world that had been washed down from the sky. If Ye Qianqiu hadn't failed to refine his body with dragon gas, he would have failed to refine his body. I'm afraid it's already a dead person.

Then, Ye Qianqiu looked up. It had collapsed and could not be seen at all, but he still felt that there were three very horrible breaths outside! Looking at the silver soldier beside him, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'm afraid this thing is more eye-catching than holding the Qingyang sword!"

"Heaven and earth moved the shape seal, knot" immediately, Ye Qianqiu quickly closed the seal and did not dare to stay again. I don't know when the attack just now will come again. It is urgent to leave as soon as possible now.

The black and white light flashed, and a Taiji circle appeared at the feet of Ye Qianqiu, and then the light faded away. The Taiji circle flashed, and Ye Qianqiu disappeared from the half-collapsed hall.