029 great power

The light of Tianyuan Hall is still the same. Tianbao's real eyelids, sitting on the side of the hall and listening to the sermon of the Qingwei head, suddenly jumped wildly. He was shocked and looked out of the hall.

Liang Yichen on the other side suddenly felt a burst of heat in his chest's close-fitting pocket, and was also shocked. He quickly reached out and touched it, but there was another coldness, and there was nothing strange. His eyes were full of doubts, and he turned his head to look out of the hall. Tianbao Zhenzhen happened to turn his head, and the two met unexpectedly.

Liang Yichen smiled, and Tianbao nodded.

The voice of the quiet and real person in the hall is like a melodious fairy music, floating in the hall to tell the common sense of heaven, and the secular world is like the snow outside the hall.

With a glance of care, he quietly followed Liang Yichen from the inner hall, but behind his eyes was Li Chengcheng, dressed in white and with a slightly pale face.

He stood beside Qingwu Zhenren and his lips moved slightly, but he wanted to speak and stopped.

A strong wind suddenly blew in the flying snow, and the snow poured into the hall. No one but Tianbao and Liang Yichen looked back.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, especially on the Qingtian Cliff, where the cold wind is like a hissing monster, galloping up from under the cliff. The wind is colder than the snow in the sky.

In the long snow, a purple light reached the edge of the cliff with difficulty.

"Wow!" A strange wind drumed up and raised pieces of snow, turning into a crystal clear ice and falling under the cliff for a long time.

The bright moon in the purple light is a little blue. Looking at the famous empty sea of Tianyuan Cliff, he is a little hesitant.

The empty underworld sea, there is no water and no fish, its waves are the wind, and its water is the clouds. Those who fall will die.

Mingyue carefully moved forward two steps and stopped, carefully holding the Ziyang bottle in his hand. At this time, his life depended on this thing.

"Yang Zifan didn't find you a good place to live, so I wouldn't come to this life-threatening place on a snowy day."

Mingyue cursed in a low voice and took out the Ziyang bottle. At this time, less than a quarter of an hour before Yang Zifan was put into the bottle, the Ziyang bottle must release its resentment when it kills a person. When it is released, it will definitely affect its owner. Mingyue didn't want to know about this matter, so she made this decision. At this time, she came to Qingtian Cliff to quietly sink this resentment into the sea.

The underworld will only show its greatest power in the cold winter snow.

He took out the yellow charm from the close place in his arms. Under the purple light, the paper was old, but the Taoist truth depicted with cinnabar was unusually bright red.

"I didn't have to kill you, but you have been wandering around her..."

Mingyue said to herself, and the yellow charm slowly ignited with his finger, and the purple bottle flew into the air and opened. However, there was no blood-red smoke that should have appeared. The bright moon urged the charm again, and the Ziyang bottle quickly turned around, shaking in the air several times, but there was no response.

He took back the Ziyang bottle and didn't understand what was going on. He simply picked up the Ziyang bottle and poured it out several times, but there was still no response.

Now the bright moon is dumbfounded, and the blood red on the bottom of the bottle clearly indicates that there is someone inside. He was so puzzled that he put the purple bottle in front of him.

Suddenly, "Ah!" With a sound of pain, Mingyue shook off the purple yang bottle in her hand, and the palm of her hand was burnt red, which was obviously burned. When the purple yang bottle fell into the air, its body suddenly turned into a transparent fiery red, and the surrounding snow was affected by its smell and melted into rain. Then, the purple yang bottle was no longer controlled by the bright moon to fly into the air, and its body trembled violently, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into more than 100 times the size before.

"Rong"

There was a loud noise, mixed with a roar, and the sky cliff was suddenly full of purple smoke.

A scorching blue flame in the purple smoke rose to the sky, melting away the flying snow and melting away the bone-piercing cold wind on the underworld sea.

As soon as the flame appeared, it quickly converberated and turned into a man with fair skin, eyes like eagles, eyebrows like swords, and the thin face was just rightly inlaid on it. Except for his face, his whole body was wrapped in a blue flame, and the hot breath turned the snow falling beside him into a drizzle in the blink of an eye and turned into steaming water vapor. The man's eyebrows spread slightly, and his face suddenly looked simple and honest, but those eyes ignited a blazing fire and stared at the man on the ground, obviously hating the man on the ground.

"Yang Zifan! How is that possible?"

Mingyue looked at the man in the air in surprise. The purple bottle fell from the purple smoke with a "swish" sound, and her whole body seemed to have been burned by something. The purple smoke in the sky disappeared in an instant, leaving only Yang Zifan, a fire god-like guy, flying in the air.

In the rush of the bright moon, the cold iron flying sword was sacrificed and turned into a yellow light to Yang Zifan.

Yang Zifan's eyes are like gathering, but he does not avoid it.

The sword light was fiercely cut on him, but a strange scene occurred. Where the sword light split, it turned into a flame. After the sword spirit passed through, it returned to its original appearance. Yang Zifan's body did not flash, and his eyebrows did not wrinkle.

Mingyue's face had already turned pale when she saw this scene, and her legs trembled.

"Impossible, impossible, you are the body of the underworld."

He shouted in his mouth and didn't believe this fact. The sword formula in his hand changed again. The cold iron flying sword flying in the air turned into a pillar of yellow light and jumped into the air. Suddenly, the sky turned into a huge stone pillar and fell down.

Yang Zifan's shoulders sank, and the blood blade in his hand crossed a layer of blue flame. The sword light cut through the flying snow and shattered the stone pillar and stepped down into the air.

The bright moon's face was pale, but there was no retreat at all. With a roar, the cold iron flying sword flew back into his hand, holding the hilt with both hands, and the earthy-yellow sword light won, and it was inserted into the hard ground, like a broken bamboo.

"Kkaka!" After several muffled sounds, it sounded with a tearing and broken sound. Countless huge and sharp rocks popped out, and the stone pillars were as sharp as swords, all stabbing Yang Zifan who stepped into the air.

Yang Zifan's face was awe-stained, dodging all the stone pillars repeatedly, and finally turned into a blue light to stab the bright moon.

At this time, Yang Zifan was extremely angry. If it hadn't been for the body of the underworld fire, if it hadn't been for the bright moon's lack of ability, he would have been turned into a pool of blood by Ziyang bottle today.

What's the reason for making him hate me so much just because I laughed at him?

His eyes burned with anger. For the first time, he hated a person like this. The power of his whole body was poured into his hand, and the blood blade made a sharp roar, cut the distance between the two and rushed to the bright moon.

Mingyue has completely given up resistance, and the phase ring has been slowly put into his arms. His ability twice a day has been exhausted. He finds that he has no room for resistance in front of Yang Zifan.

They have practiced Taoism for less than a year, and they have practiced Taoism for 16 years. Why is the gap so big?

His heart is like ashes, straightening his clothes that have been soaked in snow. The wind hunting in the empty sea is ringing, with the coldness of vision. Yang Zifan's sword flame burned with strange heat. He slowly closed his eyes, and the sword light shrank little by little in his eyes.

"Oh!"

The sound of the sword was like a dragon, deafening, with a stingling wind blowing all over the bright moon, and his heart was ready to welcome the next moment.

But after the stinging wind, there was no sound.

Only the roar of the cold wind was heard in his ear, and the snow in the sky turned into rain one after another, which aroused the chill in his heart. He opened his eyes and saw the blood-red flying sword tremble slightly in front of his eyes, and the heat above the sword was still hot.

Shunjian looked at it, but met Yang Zifan's angry eyes. Facing these eyes, somehow, Mingyue's heart darkened, but immediately stared at him with a stubborn look.

Yang Zifan's blood blade in his hand suddenly handed one point forward, and the hot airflow roasted the eyebrows of the moon, but did not enter another point.

"Hey!"

He sighed and put away the blood blade.

The bright moon is stunned.

Yang Zifan turned around and the flames on his body went out. Looking at the wolf cliff at this time, he said lightly, "You go!"

Mingyue looked at Yang Zifan's slightly thin back, and his eyes were complicated. The roar of the cold wind on the cliff in the empty underworld seemed to be a mockery, and it seemed to be the cold face of the green forest. His expression changed, and a thing was suddenly thrown in his hand, and there was a "tattering" sound of bone joints. The object was as if it had left the string feather arrow, leaving only a touch of color light in the air.

Yang Zifan's body in front of him shook, and only felt that his back was bitten by something. A feeling of numbness immediately flowed all over his body. His eyes were black. He quickly supported his body with his sword and did not fall off the Optimus Prime Cliff.

Yang Zifan turned around and saw a colorful centipede crawling on the snow, as big as his palm. The strangest thing was that his tail had three forked, which looked like three tails, and each tail was one color, bright and dazzling, but there was a little horror in its beauty.