Chapter 369 Purple Gas

At that time, the stars are in the plain, and the light is all over the sky. The top of the city of Youtian City is like a bright starry sky. The power of all kinds of mysterious laws is exciting, and the most mysterious fortunes between heaven and earth are all displayed in broad daylight. It is the effect of the ruler, measuring fate and deducing the way of heaven. No matter the devil or god, they can't escape its power. Perhaps only those characters who jump out of the three worlds and are not under the control of the way of heaven can escape the cover of this ruler.

"Purple gas comes from the east! Unexpectedly, there are immortals coming. What happened in this city? Sitting on a hill, a huge body with white hair, the unparalleled giant wolf suddenly made a human voice. Around him, there are thousands of monsters, and the monsters above the tenth level are less than a hundred. The white wolf's head is a trace of green and quiet moon-shaped, flashing with a strange luster. The two wolf's eyes are as unfathomable as an abyss, hole through the nine secluded.

It is the Xiaoyue Sirius King with the blood of the mythical beast Bai Ze. Looking at the blank and wrong eyes of the guards around him, he sighed in his heart. Even if he exceeded the tenth level and had wisdom, it was limited to innate reasons. In addition to himself, the intelligence of these monsters under him was also extremely limited. When I asked them, it was like playing the piano to the cow. The corners of his eyes swept over the starry city, and a huge wolf's mouth was wide open, and he couldn't close it anymore.

"Life... Life Revolution?" As if trampled on the tail, Xiaoyue Sirius suddenly jumped up from the ground. The abrupt action made the unwise guards around him roared one after another, looking ferociously and looking around. I didn't pay attention to those crazy guys. Xiaoyue Sirius stared at the head of Youtian City, which was full of vision, and couldn't help shouting: "God! How is that possible? How is that possible?"

The mythical beast Bai Ze, bright yin and yang, knows the reason, and knows everything in the world. As the mythical beast Bai Ze's blood inheritance of Xiaoyue Tianlang, the strength is not necessarily the strongest, but the wisdom must be the highest, and the knowledge is also the most extensive. Unlike these ignorant monsters, the roaring moon Sirius knew that the siege had failed after seeing the purple atmosphere and the rising starlight.

"The excellent opportunity once in three hundred years is gone..." Although he said so, the Xiaoyue Sirius did not regret it. A pair of wolves stared at the head of the city with a faint light in their eyes. I didn't expect this thing to be born. If I get this thing, I can get it at my fingertips, and the thing under the city must be mine. It needs to be carefully speculed..."

There was a cunning light in the wolf's eyes, as if thinking about something. After thinking about it for a long time, Xiaoyue Tianlang found that he was depressed. Not to mention the moat and boundary that had blocked him for thousands of years, it was just the vision of the purple gas coming from the east, and the scattered immortal who had at least five heavenly disasters, but he could not do anything about it. What's more than one purple gas?

Looking up to the sky, he let out a sad long howling. Thousands of monsters who were ordered retreated in batches and marched to the depths of Tianling, but this attack failed. There are scattered immortals in the town, and there is also the legendary life revolution in the world. Such a situation can no longer be controlled by yourself. It is better to evacuate as soon as possible, so the vigorous monster attack disappeared like this, which belongs to the most strange attack in more than a hundred years.

However, the people in the city did not know that the danger outside had been solved. They had been stunned by the scene in front of them. Gan Pingrong held a short knife in his twisted hand and cut towards the silk thread in front of them. Every time they advanced, it was extremely difficult. Gan Ping now finally knows how everyone who was killed by his magic blood knife felt before he died. The magic power of the whole body was absorbed by this small short blade. In an instant, Gan Ping's solid body dried down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the palm, which was originally as warm as white jade, was also as thin as bones. Same as a skeleton.

The way of heaven is supreme. Everyone's destiny has a theorem. Although he has this blade of life revolution in his hand, he can't really go against the sky. How powerful is the luck of a Yuanying monk? Can it be cut off at will? No matter who can stand out among all sentient beings and become immortals, and practice to the realm of Yuanying, they all have a long fortune. If they really want to erase the traces of his existence, they have to pay the corresponding price.

Gan Ping fell into such a quagmire that he couldn't extricate himself. He underestimated the power of this legendary witch treasure and overestimated his strength. Although he had refined his body after countless painful struggles, his sweet body was extremely mellow, but he couldn't help swallowing it like this. However, this spell has been launched, and there is no turning back arrow when opening the bow. If you stop rashly, it will not only be difficult to kill Ling Xiaotian, but also be killed by this counterattack.

If it hadn't been for the support of the real dragon essence blood and the blood of the witch god absorbed by Gan Ping's body, even if he had cultivated to the realm of Rongyuan, he would have become a human. As soon as the divine thought moved, several jade bottles flew out of the black lacquer ring and burst. The elixir rushed to Gan Ping's mouth as if it was free of charge, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, without even a splash.

There are too many blood and real elements to consume to use this anti-sky fatigue skill, and Gan Ping has reached the edge of drying up. And Ling Xiaotian is also sweating. As the peak of Yuanying, he is only half a step away from entering the immortal state of Yuanshen. He has not tasted the threat of death for many years. However, this time, he felt that death was so close to him, which was within reach.

In the looming silk thread, a red strand is my luck. As the peak of Yuanying, Ling Xiaotian can already detect the existence of Tiandao and his trace of connection with Tiandao. At this moment, he only feels that he wants to be a manipulated puppet, bound by the Ming Tiandao, and it is difficult to move at all, while the teenager in front of him holds a strange knife and The silk thread that maintained one's own destiny was cut off.

With a knife, he fell like a puppet that lost the control rope, falling into the bottomless abyss and disappearing from the world. There are no traces left, perhaps even in other people's memories, which is the meaning of heaven's destruction. Such a feeling made Ling Xiaotian extremely frightened. He never thought that the teenager had such an anti-sky magic weapon, which was simply frightening.

At this moment, the wind stopped, the water and stone stopped, even the time had stopped, and everyone's breathing stopped, staring at Gan Ping's snowy blade that cut down to the line of fate. With the sharpness of this blade of life, even the fairy weapon can break the sharpness, and it is simply easy to cut off a trivial silk thread. However, the fall of Gan Ping's hand is so difficult. Every inch he goes, he endures great pain. The destruction of the existence of heaven must be devoured. He has already felt that his internal organs began to gradually disintegrate, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

Maybe this is the best result. Now I have a grudge against this day, and there is no room for turning back. I only hope that the three Yuanying behind the city owner will protect the Gan family after his fall and bring it to the monk Miaocheng Sect, and the Gan family will be safe. As for myself, let's die with this Ling Xiaotian. I have no regrets about being able to pull a monk at the peak of Yuanying.

A trace of decisiveness flashed in his eyes, and his body was fierce. The small body of fire, which was originally supported by Gan Ping and integrated with Gan Ping, suddenly separated from him. With a tiger roar, without the blessing of the Fire Hercules Ape, Gan Ping was even weaker. He spewed out a mouthful of blood, washed the Xue Liang of the blade of the life revolution, and viciously cut off the silk thread. Let's die together!

The corners of his eyes suddenly burst, and Ling Xiaotian's heart had been raised to his throat. He never thought that the teenager would be so cruel that he would exchange his life for his life. Looking at Gan Ping's crazy look, the peak monk's heart was full of regret. Why bother to provoke such a madman.

The blade fell sharply, and Gan Ping's face and body also quickly atrophied and dried down, not a human shape. Look at this situation, when the silk thread was cut off, it was the moment when Ganping oil ran out and died tragically on the spot!

However, it has been dry and dark, and I don't know how many years I haven't washed it. The palm is thinner than the current Ganping palm, with a layer of greasy oil, gently patting on the sweet and snow-white shirt, leaving a small grease fingerprint on the shoulder that I don't know whether it is yellow or red. With the gentle pat of the palm of his hand, the aura within a hundred miles of Youtian City suddenly seemed to be stimulated by people with great mana, taking a gap and rushing crazily to Ganping's dry body.

Gan Pingyuan was originally dim and dull. It had shrunk to the size of a sesame grain. The golden elixir, which was about to disappear, quickly rotated and expanded like any tonic, and the dry body also began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the hand that cut down to the silk thread stopped in mid-air. In an instant, the stars scattered all over the sky and turned into a round of red sun shining on the sky, restoring its previous appearance.

However, as the bondage of Gan Ping's blade dispersed, the originally stopped palm wind continued to roar at Gan Ping's head. Looking at that posture, Ling Xiaotian was really angry and exhausted his strength to kill Gan Ping under the palm of his hand!