No. 639 Borderless Gold Network

The pendant is a mask. The whole body of the mask is composed of bones, which are crystal clear and shiny. At a glance, you can feel the coldness of Sensen. What surprises Zhang Chong most is the eyes. The eyes are like living creatures, with cold murderous intention, as deep as the vast starry sky, and also upright. Looking at Zhang Chong, and this look was what Zhang Chong had felt, which also made him feel that he was still banned.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated. The ancient magic gun in his hand pierced the part of his eyes with a sense of shocking pressure.

Extreme prohibition~~

Zhang Chong no longer doubts that the neat and complex path he has seen before, as well as the huge tree towering into the clouds, in fact, it is not a giant tree at all, but the place where the stamens are, and he has fallen into the middle of the flower, not in the altar.

He gave birth to nine lights and shadows between his fingers, like ice waterfalls and the freezing of the Milky Way, and he can't see which shot is virtual and which shot is real. A beam of white light shatters and runs freely in the sky. He turned into nine long rainbows and attacked those eyes that made people feel particularly terrible. At this time, the hut was also full of changes. Under the huge pressure, the wood surged like water, making a cooing sound, rushing to the back of Zhang Chong's predecessor. The front wall, while approaching, the black light flashed, like a dark lake, to swallow. Not all the attacks sent by Zhang Chong. Those eyes were blocked by it and could no longer be seen.

However, Zhang Zhang's attention was focused. Although his eyes could not be seen, there was a wisp of mind in his heart, firmly locking the position of his eyes, and those eyes were also staring at him closely, as if to directly split his heart in half with a sharp light. In Zhang Chong's body, the spiritual platform is empty, the lightning is like a sword, and the white light is like heavy snow, sharp and magnificent.

This is a battle that can never be defeated. Zhang Chong, who was in the attack of the storm, also set off a terrible battle in the depths of his soul. There was a deep sound of dragons, and the clouds above the spiritual platform turned over, revealing a dazzling blood light, like thunder from the nine heavens, piercing through the dark void.

The whistling sound is endless. In Zhang Chong's feeling, it is unclear what is the battle from the heart and what is the battle outside the body. The breath of the ancient furnace is endless, like rolling up thousands of piles of snow. Above Zhang Chong's body, the dark golden light shines with a thick texture like sunshine, as brilliant as flowing gold. The connection between the hand and the ancient magic gun is already connected as one.

The heavy long gun swings away, forming a huge aperture. The beginning and tail of the aperture converge into a bunch of conical white vortex that continues to spread out. Everywhere it goes, the snow is fluttering, as if time and space reverses the harsh winter and returns. There is endless wind and snow between heaven and earth, sweeping the eight wildernesses and six lakes and four seas. However, the black flowing in front of him is full of boundless black breath, which is condensed and does not disperse, like a dark void, absorbing all the brilliance around, and the light involved in it disappears in an instant.

However, Zhang Chong did not look at the horror of the black lake, but shouted loudly, and his tongue exploded like spring thunder. The golden rings pushed forward one by one. He also strode forward like the god of war and walked into the black void out of thin air.

Suddenly, all around was quiet. The first breath was still a landslide, and the second breath was light and the wind was light. There was no sound. Even a needle could be heard. Standing in the void, Zhang Chong suddenly had a feeling of stopping water, as if he had stopped beating. Under the violent vibration, he suddenly stopped. This feeling of sudden braking made Zhang Chong annoyed and nauseous, and this boundless darkness also made him fall into it and could not distinguish any direction.

There seems to be no sound around, but it seems that the sound is ringing everywhere, unpredictable.

Those eyes also disappeared, and they were no longer staring at Zhang Chong's heart.

This feeling is not dangerous, but it is still more terrible than strong danger.

Zhang Chong hung leisurely, and his arms suddenly opened. The tonifying stone in his body came out, reflecting Zhang Chong's body into a curved bright moon. The moon hung high in the sky, reflecting the surrounding scenery.

Endless black, nothing else.

Zhang Chong's eyes also oozed white color. His whole body was like an old monk, and he stood slowly without moving at all.

Suddenly, a faint black filament penetrated into Zhang Chong's eyes.

This slight change was like a horn to launch an attack on Zhang Chong. His right hand was raised high, and the ancient magic gun raised the sharp tip of the gun, full of sharp colors. After the gun was raised to the highest point, it fell forward. The gun opened and closed, simple and unpretentious, but the breath was surging and shrouded. Living a hundred meters, the dragon's claws loomed in the strong cold fog, like a heavy mountain.

The dark curtain was torn apart like cloth, and the back was extremely gorgeous silver and white. The birch forest appeared in front of him again, and the treetops swayed in the wind, as if they were scared by this terrible breath.

The meteor in the black fog rushed into the past like a wind, and his body rushed to the center of the birch forest like lightning. Seeing his figure rushing over, the birch forest kept shaking, like big hands grabbing him, but compared with Zhang Chong, who rushed over like the god of war, they were too weak. They only heard a sound of "bang bang bang bang ~", and the treetops were cut off by Zhang Chong's gun gas. Come on.

Under the uninterrupted attack, Zhang Chong quickly came to the center of the birch forest.

Although this is a birch forest, Zhang Zhongzhong understands that this is just a huge stamen, and the altar is obvious, just below this birch forest. Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated. The long spear waved like a cloud and stabbed it down fiercely. The long gun went straight into the ground. Then, the ground cracked at a very obvious speed, the huge gravel kept falling, the high birch forest kept falling, and everything was trembling.

At the moment when Zhang Chong broke through the ground, he felt the extremely strong gravity, causing him to keep falling down. The speed was very fast. This speed was even Zhang Chong's eyesight, and he could only see the remnants, and there was no other scene. However, he did not panic much, but tried his best to stretch his body, so that he could make enough preparations when he came to the unexpected landing.

Of course, if he falls to the ground at this speed, he must be a shattered ending and absolutely nothing else.

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Above the hall, the small plate has not moved. Her expression is indifferent, and a smile floats from the corners of her beautiful mouth. Although it is as motionless as a mountain, all the prohibitions seem to be afraid of her. Within the square of nearly thirty feet away from her, she dare not approach at all.

Prohibition is an automatic attack. However, the prohibition level laid in this hall is extremely high. Therefore, they also have more or less their own spirituality. They can freely determine what kind of attack the enemy is launching when it enters the scope of prohibition.

But they are obviously afraid of something. It seems that for the small plate, they must think that the small plate is a more powerful opponent than Zhang Chong. At this moment, the small plate moved and walked forward. She walked easily and slowly in the direction of the altar. The direction she went was the core part of the prohibition. Therefore, when the prohibition moved lightly, it suddenly boiled like a pot. Although they were still afraid, they still attacked the small plate.

The green branches and leaves are densely layered, and each leaf is like a green blade, light and murderous, endlessly attacking in front of the small plate.

Xiaopan's smile is still on her face. Her body is still, and she has not even opened her hands, but these leaves seem to hit the air wall and fall to the ground one after another.

On the ground and the wall, the golden light flowed extremely violently. Under the continuous flow, the surging power kept emitting. In the end, the ground and wall could no longer withstand this force. There was only a bang. Every ten feet, a gorgeous like golden powder popped out, like a volcanic eruption. Hair, the breath roared like an ancient beast, and these volcanic gold powders were connected in the air, forming a dense gold net.

The big net spread out on the ground and suddenly opened. After forming between heaven and earth, it wrapped it towards the small plate. After the golden net circled to the small plate, it was like catching a fish, tightening it tighter and tighter, as if it wanted to wrap the small plate tightly.

However, the small plate was still fearless and walked forward. Her left hand stretched forward gently, and she directly grabbed the golden net made of illusory energy, like holding a child's toy.

There is nothing between the palms. Unexpectedly, it has a great attraction and inhales the net very quickly.

Then, I saw Xiaopan's left hand hanging down again. The light spread to the place in an instant, sneered a few soft noises, and the green vines on the ground were burned and soon disappeared.

The small plate continued to move forward. She quickly walked to the front of the altar, looked at the bouquet of delicate lotus flowers, smiled, pulled out a crystal hairpin from the top of her head with her right hand, and gently stretched it forward.