Chapter 150 Four Repression
"What's the matter? Which hermit strong man was born with such a terrible aura." The big gate of Dongzhao felt this awe-pressed and shocking pressure. The huge holy power enveloped the whole East. It was a natural vision. The crystal water suspended in mid-air and did not fall for a long time, reflecting a dazzling light in the sun.
On a huge stone, a faint shadow suddenly appeared. It was a middle-aged man who looked down at the sinking world. Everyone could only see the eyes full of knife marks of the years at first sight. As for what he looked like, that memory could only sink in the years.
Is Jiabin born? It seems that the forbidden land has also stretched out their hands, but these homeless dogs are not blessed to suffer from this creation of heaven and earth. The man smiled, and a huge golden palace behind him emitted an immortal atmosphere, like a heaven and earth oven, with blood.
"Time is almost up." The man muttered softly, and as a result of his sight, a solid door of space emerged, and he stepped into it and disappeared.
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On a huge black tower, an old man with white hair slowly opened his eyes, and the magnificent righteousness of the whole five regions suddenly fluctuated and thicken three points.
The old man said slightly, "Anling was born, and the old man also took action. It seems that my old bones can't spend my old life here." Holding the scroll, the old man walked out of the black tower, emitting treasure light one by one. The powerful practitioners like the gods saw the old man and retreated one after another. They saluted him as a master and apprentice, and the respect in his eyes could not be concealed.
"Master is going to leave here?" A young man in white came face to face and looked at the old man. The handsome face of Yushu showed a trace of surprise.
"I'm going to see my old friend, Peiwen, and I'll leave it to you during this period." The old man put the book in his hand into the young man's hand, and his eyes remained unchanged, but he immediately stopped, as if he thought of something, and slowly said, "Is the trial place of sanctification going to be opened?"
The white-shirted man looked unchanged and seemed to know the old man's habits. Hearing the question, the man immediately said, "Yes, just two years later."
"Hmm." The old man nodded slightly, and his figure suddenly disappeared before the black tower.
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The tall body of the man in black blocked the operation of the sun, moon and the stars. The black beams were wrapped around. Three thousand worlds were stepped under his feet, and two white bones were permeated forward. The man sat on a blood-red throne, his eyes were staring, swallowing at the wilderness, jokingly staring at the Tianmen of the four directions, and there were no people in the evening rain. That's not The intention is to ignore, but the nobility in the soul, which naturally ignores several people.
"You have trapped me for hundreds of years. How do you think I should repay you?" Saint Jiabin casually said that as a black torrent of his words continued to press forward, the space he passed was all turned into hell, ghosts, white stubble, and the overwhelming underworld power covered everything and occupied nothingness.
"Do you know that you are possessed, and there is still time to look back now." The facade was pale and shouted harshly, but it smelled a little harsh in the evening rain. The old man couldn't help but feel sad. The worst thing still happened. If you can't clean it up well today, you will definitely be ruined.
The man in blue has been staring at the saint Jiabin and saw the slight disapproval on the other party's face. He knew that the saint Jiabin was completely enchanted. He was deeply penetrated into the bone marrow by the hell of Anling. He couldn't extricate himself. He was decisive and said, "It's useless to say more. You must take him today. The town is sealed here.
The momentum of the heavenly gate soared, and the blue giant door with eight barren air pressure slowly integrated into the man's body. A cyan field devoured the world in an instant. The void turned into a stream of thunderbolts, divine fire, and the power of yang to the strong filled the world. The elves of fire were singing, and the violent power was endlessly impacted. On Bin.
"That's right. Jiabin is completely crazy. The most urgent thing is to suppress him." The sharp sight of the dead door locked Jiabin. The black field and the blue world met. The sky was replaced by blue and black colors. A faint power of fate broke through the air and added to this invincible world. At present, the fate around Jiabin saint has been distorted to varying degrees. The black beam of light broke, hell The sky collapsed and the earth collapsed and turned into ruins.
"Hey, take action. We must stop him today." Shengmen sighed for a long time. In fact, he already knew in his heart that the person in front of him was no longer a saint of Jiabin, but when he thought of the other party's broad mind and righteous character, the old man who had experienced vicissitudes still kept a trace of luck in his heart. However, now is the moment of critical survival, and he can't have any attachment to the past at all. , the white spirit on the man's body soared, and the white field broke out. The endless huge stone pillars surrounded Jiabin, and the huge chains intertwined in black and white flashed away. The chains intermingled with yin and yang fish. The white and black broke out a powerful reincarnation force, which unexpectedly suppressed Jiabin's Holy power.
The man who was called the door was dressed in blue, and his slender black hair was dancing in the wind, revealing an extraordinary face. Since just now, this saint has been very silent, but now is obviously not a moment of silence. A blue heaven and earth wrapped around the periphery of the Holy Land, and the blue streamer flowed on the black-and-white chain. The thick atmosphere of the earth surrounded it. The power of the whole chain has increased by several tens of times, and unexpectedly smashed Jiabin's holy land at once. Tie him up to death.
The world lost its sound, and the blue light illuminated this dim time and space. Several young men stood in the depths of the distant time and space. Seeing this earth-shaking war, their tight faces suddenly relaxed.
"It's worthy of Sifang Tianmen, and even the people in the history of cultivation are difficult to resist." Zhu Wenqing said with admiration, but in an instant, a trace of strangeness appeared on his face. He found that the five-colored god cow under him was trembling and embarrassed.
Yuntian Fengyu glanced at the five-colored god cow and drew a bitter smile at the corners of his mouth. "Not only the five-colored god cow, but also my dragon whale can't withstand the pressure of the saint. After all, the strange beasts of heaven and earth are too keen to perceive the breath."
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"No!" Mu Yuze's eyes have never left Jiabin's figure. At this moment, he frowned tightly, and the breath around him kept shaking, and the holy marks in the depths of his body were shining.
Suddenly, his whole body turned into a faint dark shadow and suddenly disappeared into the depths of time and space.
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"Oh, that's good."
A violent metal symphony sounded, and the surrounding chains swayed violently in the void, breaking with the surrounding space layers.
The eyebrows of Sifang Tianmen frowned deeper and deeper, and the four-color holy power continuously bombarded Jiabin's body along the black and white chain. The dazzling light lit up Tianyu and reversed fate.
However, that man seemed to be an ancient god who would never fall down. He struggled fiercely in the chain. Every time the strong momentum of the Holy Land collapsed, and the heaven and earth collapsed. The four heroic men transformed by the Sifang Tianmen were already sweaty and a little unsustainable.
The four people looked at each other and understood what they meant in each other's eyes. At the same time, they roared, "Four doors of repression!"
"Boom!"
The sky and the earth became dark in an instant, and a river of flood flowed down from nine days, and countless armors, fairies and divine soldiers sank and floated in the water, exuding immortality.
Suddenly, four huge and unparalleled stone gates rose from the divine river, instantly covering the eight wilderness and six, swallowing all the black and white chains together, and the figure of constant resistance also disappeared into the door and disappeared.
The starry sky returned to silence, and the four heavenly gates stood in the sky and remained motionless.
Seeing this scene, the four heroes showed joy on their faces.
"Dong!"
Suddenly, a sound like a planetary collision exploded, and the joy on Yingling's face solidified in vain, and its body was ejected out like a cannonball. The space passed was broken like paper paste, hitting the end of nothingness fiercely.
"Ha ha, you dare to use the same tricks, you really don't know what to do!"
The faint laughter echoed in the land of nothingness, and a black figure emerged like the ghost of the underworld without warning. The person who came was the saint of Jiabin. At this moment, he jokingly looked at the embarrassed square gate, and the recent arc was constantly expanding.
"Are we going to die here today?"
The four people's faces were full of worry and wanted to resist, but as soon as they moved, there was a bursting pain of tendons and veins.
This expression made Jiabin enjoy it very much. Suddenly, his face was instantly solid, and he punched into nothingness, and the overwhelming power was shattered through the ages.
"Who!?"
"Ha ha, it's me."
Suddenly, a man in blue appeared in front of Jiabin, and their eyes slowly met in the air...