Chapter 347 The Ice Soul Suddenly

Maybe this is God's will.

The road will leave a glimmer of life, just like death often contains a new life. The alternation between the past and the present may sometimes come so quickly.

"This line of vitality is right in front of us, Saint, the goal I have prayed for hundreds of years, is right in front of me." The faint light flashed in the eyes of the Canyue Taoist. Seeing his gray eyes, everyone had a feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake, as if he had just taken a hot bath. Suddenly, a head of cold water poured down from the roof of the spirit and fell into his heart and spleen.

At first sight, Mu Yuze knew that the ambition in this person's heart had expanded to an endless extent. I'm afraid that even the heavens and all worlds could not hide his ambition to dominate the world. I'm afraid that such a person will be suffering from life and blood on the way to the road.

"The person present is undoubtedly the biggest threat to him. In case of any change, the Canyue Taoist will certainly be desperate to sweep all the obstacles in front of him. With his ferocious means, he will never mind killing the four directions, give everyone a fatal blow at the most critical time, and achieve the results of the holy throne. Such a person has to Defense." Mu Yuze accurately analyzed every threat at the scene, but found that the threat of this extremely cold moon Taoist was far above the demon heart.

Maybe the strength of the two of them is comparable. They are also the strong strength of the semi-saint, earth-shaking, and they already have the foundation of sanctification, but in terms of cruelty and killing, the two are indeed no longer on the same level.

Moreover, Mu Yuze always feels that there is a cold look looking at him in the crowd, which is a hostility without any temperature. Being stared at by such a look, it is like being stabbed in his heart, like a light on his back, which makes it difficult to breathe. Mu Yuze's heart is bright. He has touched this breath more than once. It was an instinctive reaction, and Mu Yuze had a strong murderous intention in his heart.

"Shadow Hall, it's really a haunting guy." Mu Yuze thought coldly that he had always been detached from the world in front of outsiders, but when he remembered the appearance of the magnolia-like shadow withering in the rain, Mu Yuze's murderous intention in his heart was almost like a river breaking the dike, guling, **.

Everything is known in the palace.

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The golden light and shining people can hardly open their eyes. I don't know what kind of precious jade comes from the sky. The whole body is full of golden light, and there is a magnificent atmosphere surging. In front of this ancient pressure that seems to come from the times of chaos, anyone can feel themselves. It is small, even Ouyang Lisha is no exception.

"Is this a palace carved by human beings? Hidden in the magic tide cave, it has not appeared in the world for thousands of years. The demon heart mutters that even the ancient world of death is nothing more than this, so the demon heart can be sure almost in an instant that this is definitely not a miracle that can be cast by the power of the world.

"Yes, such epic masterpieces are simply a miracle born in the fairy era." Ouyang Yanyu's eyes are shining, and her red dimples are intoxicating. Although she is not a first-class beauty, her soft cheeks are enough to make people feel her softness. As soon as she spoke, the lovely posture firmly caught the sight of Ouyang's young disciples, which was the deepest. It was Ouyang Sulong who put down his own opinions and threw away his intrigues. When he saw Ouyang Yanyu, his heart was full of deep guilt. It was really a sin to deal with such a naive woman with sinful and vicious means.

Duanmu Junxi fell into silence. Since he came to this huge hall, he has not said a word. A pair of eyes as deep as a sea stared at the front, and the light of wisdom surged in his dark pupils.

In the crowd, a young man with purple hair has been quietly watching all this. His eyes are as calm as a secluded path, a dense forest. When he sees him, he will have a feeling of being quiet and far away. He is like a vast scenery. Every time he looks at it, he will have a new feeling, a spiritual impulse. Hit.

The man is about 14 or 15 years old, with long hair and a shawl. His clothes are as thin as cicada wings, wrapping his slightly thin body, which can hardly be noticed by anyone. His lips are thin and his eyebrows are high. Although his facial features are exquisite, they are as light as a drop of ink thrown into the river, raising ripples, but they can't make waves.

Although Mu Yuze's eyes deliberately observed all the people present, the man was neither salty nor light, neither prominent nor low-key, making people even have the possibility of judgment.

Question is a momentary thing. Although it may not be the first time to put the target on this object, as long as you start to doubt, there will be a day when the water will come out.

From this point of view, this young man in purple and purple hair has indeed reached the peak of hiding his skills. Even in the evening rain will not see the depth of it for a while.

The purple-haired young man smiled lightly and muttered softly, "Good boy, the Duanmu ancient clan actually appeared in such an existence. You are not wronged by losing Qianying. I have seen the remnants of blood. His insight into Zhou Tian and the power to suppress the world is almost the peak of the young generation. Even the sword heart in those years may not have such strength, no Thinking that Duanmu Junxi is also like this, it seems that others have put the two together for no reason. They actually condensed their spirit into a point, concentrated them in the spiritual cover, and gathered into an immortal fairy light illuminating the road ahead. It seems that he has proved the fruit of the throne. The only thing waiting for him is the accumulation of strength and accumulation of strength.

If you look carefully, you will find that this purple-haired young man is very much like a passer-by who did not ripple on his way to build the road. Suddenly, the young man smiled slightly, "Qianying must have obtained a trace of artifact. The Taoist monk should be like this. He is right to kill Duanmu Junxi. And residual blood, isn't the future world at your fingertips? And the boy in the death hall is really full of wind and rain, but all this will come to an end next summer.

The purple-haired young man watched quietly in the crowd, and no one noticed such a person.

At this time, Ouyang Libra closed his eyes and quietly said, "This city is a jade condensed from the Holy Spirit. It is brilliant. Even the years cannot be extinguished. Among them, the Taoist lines are dense. This is a congenital pattern casually bred by the road in the body of the gods. Since ancient times, countless capable people have studied hard. , but it didn't break a hundred. Is today the day to let the secret come out?

Ouyang Lisha's words suddenly set off a shocking wave. How big is this hall, at least not less than any city in the world? It is actually condensed by the Holy Spirit, which is worth every drop of nine medicinal herbs. Such a hand is simply shocking to everyone.

"The liquid of the Holy Spirit condensed? What a waste, but those core fairy pulp must not have been thrown away!" The Canyue Taoist man suddenly rose up, and a sea of fire appeared behind him, fire unicorn, fire Kunpeng, fire dragon, * roaring in it. Each of them is the strongest Holy Spirit that tears the heavens and the earth and destroys the eight wildernesses. A shock, and some peak venerors who have not condensed the final Taoist traces are straight. After a chaotic breath and retreating repeatedly, the Canyue Taoist man far surpassed the ordinary semi-saint, and the flame world that released the power of his whole body evolved was almost invincible, directly impacting this city as if it were the incarnation of years with a brazen and meaningless posture.

Boom, boom, boom!

Tragic and unparalleled tragedy, this almost miraculous temple is broken inch by inch, and the ferocious cracks are spreading. The remnant moon Taoist is like a silent executioner, steaming through the boundary between life and death.

"Come out, humble ants!" The huge thoughts of the Canyue Taoist enveloped the whole palace. As soon as the idea came out, it swept the heavens and the world. The breath was almost a bottomless abyss. Even the saints had to temporarily avoid the edge and could not compete.

"A good method, one thought turns into a world of fire and nurtures the breath, but it wants to bring death to the world. In fact, with such vigorous qi and blood of the waning moon Taoist, it is almost a sure thing to hit the holy level. Why did you come to this muddy water?" Some people asked puzzled that the means of the Canyue Taoist were almost beyond the three saints of the Ouyang family who were no longer prosperous. As long as they were closed for hundreds of years, I'm afraid that another saint would rise on the ancient star.

"The Canyue Taoist is a great hero and a great overlord. He is not willing to be lonely. He wants to buy time with Tiandao and break through to a deeper realm." The old man, who seemed to be indisputable, sighed silently. In front of them, who could only be extravagant beings in the holy land, the posture of the Canyue Taoist was really domineering and convincing.

At this moment, the sea of fire turned violently, as if there was a peerless fire god destroying the existence that did not obey the orders of the Canyue Taoist. Everything in front of him was destroyed and destroyed, turned into dust in the flames and became the foil of the great shore of the Canyue Taoist.

"Who is here again? How dare you offend my gravekeeper? You are looking for your own death. Suddenly, a cold breath fell from the sky, like an enlightenment, sweeping everything and creating an ice era. The world of ice passed and frozen everywhere. Those fire beasts turned into ice and fell from the air. An old man stood on the world of ice, with white hair and a solemn face. Solemn, a blue scepter seems to control the latitude of heaven and earth, and the reincarnation of the sun and moon is like the master of the ice world.

"Did it finally appear?"