Chapter 149 deterrent, blood

"Kill my young master and pay for my life!" The fairy strongman with a sasy tone stared at Jin Yang and couldn't wait to skin and cram him. Xiongfeng's body has not yet cooled and suspended between the two, unconsciously convulsing, but unfortunately his yuan spirit has been extinguished by Jinyang.

"Real?" Jin Yang smiled coldly, and the moment of the underworld in his hand pointed straight to the fairy.

"Kid, Xiongfeng's death has cost me a lot. I'm going to kill you today to vent my anger!" The first thing that the immortal who stared at Jinyang thought of was not anything else, but his interests. The immortals are also unique in Chu. Zhenhai City has no right to deal with him at all, but part of his vested interests must be given up.

"What if you kill? In the imperial capital of the State of Chen, you can try it!" Jinyang laughed, but his body was tight and prepared for his trouble. The immortal's combat power was terrible, and the half-step immortal could not walk three rounds under him.

"I, Yang Ming, don't have anyone I dare to kill! A little fairy dares to threaten me!" Yang Ming stared at Jin Yang, but the double consciousness of the immortals shrouded dozens of miles and dared not be careless.

"What if it threatens you!" Jin Yang's footsteps moved gently, and the moment of the underworld in his hand sounded lightly.

Half a sound, Yang Ming, who stood above the West Lake, knew in his heart that the emperor of Chen was as good as a cloud, and the immortals should also be careful here. If they kill people, they will be killed with one blow, and they will die. Yingwuhou, one of the eight great martial arts marquis, shocked one side, and his daughter must stare at this place.

Secretly mobilize the power of the law to be restrained in the body of the immortals, looking at the golden sun thousands of feet away, arrogant. On the West Lake, the immortal and the half-step immortal confronted each other, and most of Chen Guohuang's monks eyes gathered here.

Jinyang, with his eyes narrowed slightly, was shocked, and an inexplicable power suddenly flowed over the West Lake. He said in his heart that it was not good. Seven thousand years of immortal power surged wildly, and a thick wall protected himself.

The law of heaven appeared, and the god of order flowed with brilliance. Yang Ming disappeared on the West Lake, leaving a trace of empty air in place. With a touch, Jin Yang retreated and took a deep breath. The place standing in the air had turned into nothingness and collapsed.

Before taking a breath, his body burst back again, and the space collapsed and the power of the void flowed away. Jin Yang was horrified. Yang Ming actually belonged to the law of space, one of the ten most horrible laws in the world.

Dozens of miles are shrouded in the power of Yang Ming's space law. Yang Ming's immortal yuan god hangs high on the West Lake, and the flowing space law is shining and extremely powerful. However, his immortal body traveled through the space and constantly attacked Jinyang with sharp weapons.

While talking, in fact, Yang Ming did not dodge from Jinyang.

"You still don't do it?"

Jin Yang shouted loudly, and his hand holding the moment of the underworld had collapsed, and his bones were white. In two breaths, it was time for him to die. The gap between the combat power of the half-step immortal and the immortal is obvious. Even if the blood of the ancient Jinwu has a huge and inexplicable power, it is not what the body of the Jinyang immortal can bear. It reveals that one thousandth of it makes his combat power soar, and the perfect immortal is not an opponent.

"Kill my capital of Chen in the imperial capital, Zhenhai City is so majestic!" With a shout, the figure of Yingwuhou rose from the city, and his eyes were like electricity, shooting at the West Lake. The turbulent mana rotated all over his body, and a trace of power spread to the West Lake with his roar, and the vast torrent of space laws trembled three times.

Yang Ming, who was about to kill Jinyang, suddenly jumped, and the spirit and flesh were united.

"Eternal exile!"

The power of Yang Ming's space law is unscrupulously, and the West Lake is suddenly chaotic, and the emptiness is dispersed. The 18th level of immortality suddenly shrouded Jinyang's body.

Jinyang, who is in it, suffered the biggest blow. The 18th level immortal skill is not what he can bear at all. The 18th level is different from the 17th level of the 17th level immortal skill, but the power has increased by more than ten times, and the torn power kills everything.

Just as Jinyang was suffering, an ancient breath came, and a shadow of a wild continent flashed in front of his eyes. The ancient evil beast roared and the bitter monk ran in it.

The power of the stars hitting the world bombarded Jinyang's body, and the sound of cracking and fragmentation sounded, and the rising blood of Jinwu could not stop Jinyang's fall.

Jinyang could even see people on the barren continent, looking up at his fall, with hot eyes.

"Eighteen-level immortality also dares to show off in front of me!"

The Yingwu Marquis, standing above the imperial city, heard a sharp roar on the West Lake. In an instant, countless heavenly laws flew in the air, with different types and complementing each other.

Jinyang, who fell into chaos, suddenly cleared his whole body and stood on the West Lake. The scenery in front of us has changed greatly. Yang Ming's space law is crystal clear, one of the strongest laws. The body of immortals forged on this basis is strong, unsullied, clear, and contains single to pure power.

He never bullied the Yingwuhou and confronted him from afar.

"Now the two families have formed an alliance, but now it's good that the young master of Zhenhai City died in the imperial capital of Chen. Let me see how you explain it!" Yang Ming did not show weakness, and the oppression of Yingwuhou could not make him give in. Now is the time to shirk responsibility.

In less than three breaths, Jinyang was seriously injured and his blood fell into the lake.

"I, Chen Guo's deputy, have killed the young master of Zhenhai City, and there must be a reply, but now you wantonly take action to sweep my Chen Guo's face!" Yingwuhou, standing above the imperial capital, said in a tone, like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex. The elegant breath of immortals is completely empty, and the majesty of the battle is suddenly apparent.

Yang Ming narrowed his eyes and thought about killing Jinyang thousands of feet away. He had killed a hundred times!

"I really think I'm easy to bully!" Jin Yang suddenly opened his mouth, and the moment of the god in his hand reached Yang Ming. The golden black blood in the blood beads flowed in his body, with a golden light shining in his eyes, and a trace of majesty of the emperor flowed out silently.

The deep palace in the imperial city suddenly set off waves, and a pair of eyes penetrated time and space, paying attention to Jinyang.

Is that right? You have great power by relying on the blood of your ancestors. Unfortunately, you will never become a real strong man and live in the shadow of the dead!"

Yang Ming's voice was loud. With his knowledge, of course, he knew the source of Jinyang's combat power. The body of the three disasters of the earth immortals and the power of the first-order immortals had the combat power of the half-step immortals, all of which were supported by the power of his ancestors.

"Ancestors will not be my shackles, and eternal promotion is my goal!" Jinyang's body jumped, connecting the blood beads all over his body, and constantly outputting the hot blood of the ancient Jinwu.

A piece of blood, drawing a beautiful trajectory in the air.

Ceng......

The moment of the underworld trembled, the mottled war marks, and the huge gaps were trembling.

A little blood fell, and there was a long blood stain on half of Yang Mingyu's face, which was left by the sword of the god. Jinyang's torn body, rolling golden blood flowing in it, and the real fire of the sun is imprinted in the blood.

The face of the Yingwu Marquis in the distance changed greatly, and the floating fairy body on the emperor flashed, and the flowing mana on the West Lake was like thin paper in front of him, which was worn as soon as he poked.

Yang Ming hummed and withdrew more than a thousand feet. His eyes were furious, and he did not dare to do it in the air.

Xinghui sprinkled on the fragmented body, and Yingwuhou looked at it and did not say anything. Nie Wushuang's big tears standing in the distance fell, sobbing silently, and his heart was extremely guilty.

Jinyang himself had a completely different feeling. He lost only a blue spiritual power in the head of the yuan god and the fairy soul. The fragmented body gave him the pain of tearing. Except for the pain of wanting to commit suicide, nothing was taken away.

The immortal blood beads surged more blood, and hot gold flowed out of Jinyang's head.

The golden light on the West Lake is reflected, and the ancient noble breath flows, and the four poles and eight wildernesses are subject to submission. The unique breath of life flows in the Jinyang body, and the imperial capital is silent, afraid of angering its majesty.

On the silent West Lake, all eyes stared at the changes of Jinyang. Yingwuhou's heart turned upside down, unprecedented shock, and the light in Danfeng's eyes shook fiercely. Unexpectedly, an ancestral Tianmen Zhenchuan had a supreme bloodline.

Just as everyone was surprised, the three crosses rumbled in the scattered body, and the heavens and the earth showed the unique momentum and disappeared in the inheritance of the first emperor of the 3,000 era appeared on the imperial capital of the State of Chen, the West Lake.

However, Jinyang has fallen into a wonderful artistic conception. The endless Jinwu war blood expresses a little will to him with ancient information and inexplicable will.

Ceng......

With a roar, the mirror of the universe in the sea suddenly lit up, the breath interfered with his thinking, and the inexplicable will disappeared in an instant.

A head suspended over the West Lake, and Jinyang's heart gradually rose. There are three waves of inheritance from ancient times and the power hovering around him!

Now he is not allowed to think too much. Yang Ming, who is regressing, has figured out the situation. Jin Yang completely wants to break his own pattern with his own strength. His heart moved, and with the protection of the Marquis of Yingwu, he could no longer do anything to him, but to wait for the reaction of Zhenhai City.

With a sigh in his heart, Yang Ming, a ten-thousand-year-old fairy, once again had a clear state of mind and wisdom shining on his body.

"Since Yingwuhou wants to protect him, I have nothing to say. Zhenhai City needs an explanation!" After Yang Ming finished speaking, he disappeared from the West Lake with the invincible blade.

"Thank you for your action!"

Jinyang fell, and Nie Wushuang, standing on the bank of the West Lake, flew over, with shrugging shoulders and a smile of pear blossoms and rain, like a child.

"No, it's extremely difficult for you not to be afraid of death!" Yingwuhou glanced at Nie Wushuang from afar and said to Jinyang.

"Marquis, is there anyone in the world who is not afraid of death?"

Jin Yang laughed and ignored the rushing Nie Wushuang. The scattered body gathered, and the hot golden blood flowed all over his body. The sun was like magma, surging in his body.

Ying Wuhou looked at the changes of Jinyang. As a Wuhou, he knew that he must be facing great pressure, so he was so desperate. Unfortunately, there were waves of fierce deterrence from all sides.