Chapter 216: Moon Falling Pearl

After Qi Wanyan suppressed the Chiyuan Sword, he was even more relieved. Even if he didn't use the treasure, he was confident to defeat Shen Chong. For a while, the momentum rose greatly.

"Brother Qi is really a good means," Shen Chong lost the Chiyuan sword, and his face remained unchanged: "It's just a magic weapon, so what if it's given to you."

"Oh? Do you have anything else? Let's hand it over together. Qi Wanyan sneered.

"The throne under me is also a good magic weapon, called the throne of the gods. I don't know if Brother Qi is interested in knowing its origin?" Shen Chong said.

"The Throne of the Gods," Qi Wanyan's eyes lit up. Although he had never heard of this name, he was just photographed by its dazzling momentum, and the name was also very magnificent, and he must not be ordinary.

"In that case, bring it over." Qi Wanyan held the fireball with one palm, and a mouthful of real fire sprayed on the other palm. The palm was a virtual grip, and a huge claw flashed with a flaming flame and grabbed it in the air.

This real fire is transformed by all the souls of Qi Wanyan, with the powerful demon saint's boxing.

Qi Wanyan not only practiced this skill, but also practiced a magic skill. The powerful demon master's holy fist is pure strength, and it is also a holy emperor-level martial arts. With a big palm, it is dozens of feet in size, as if the arrival of the demon lord outside the sky, one claw hits out, covering the sky and the sun, and has sealed all the retreats of Shen Chong.

Suddenly, Shen Chong's clothes suddenly bulged, and the thrones of the gods were also a little shaken. The power of this claw is actually stronger than the power of the strong man who travels around the world, infinitely close to the level of masters like Shi Tianwang.

Shen Chong's face changed slightly. Among the strong people he had seen, Qi Wanyan Wu Ning could rank first. Even he could not be said to stabilize him. Moreover, there was a strong sect behind Qi Wanyan and an unfathomable King Ning, who must have a lot of cards in his hand.

But Shen Chong is not afraid. He has already made a lot of tricks. Suddenly, he came up with an idea. Since his father has broken off his relationship with him, will it make him regret if he defeats one day? Moreover, his mother's death undoubtedly has a great secret, and maybe it really has something to do with his father.

As soon as the idea in Shen Chong's heart came out, he began to grow crazily. The death of his mother, his father's ruthlessness, and the control of his own fate flashed alternately.

If the death of the mother is really related to Murong Tuo, how should you face it? Can you really make up your mind to be your father's enemy? Even he can't explain it clearly, but this Qi Wanyan may be the beginning, the beginning of the challenge to the authority of King Ning.

If you just want to defeat Qi Wanyan, now Shen Chong really wants to kill. The murderer always kills him. Anyway, in Jiushan City, it was Qi Wanyan who killed himself first.

In this case, the opposition to Ning Wangfu starts with the killing of Qi Wanyan today.

"Brother Qi is really talented. It seems that I still underestimate you too much." Shen Chong smiled, and the sea of atmosphere operated at the same time, and the mana soared. It also gathered a huge palm and hit the huge grasp in the air.

Two big hands meet in the air, fingertips to fingertips, palms to palms, and dark magic to violent thunder.

Bum!

The Guanghe and small fairyland built in a hurry by the four elders of Jiushan are not big, only 30 or 40 miles, but the smell of the two big hands collided instantly spread out. Although the breath was blocked, the little fairyland has been shaken.

At the same time, the palm shadows moved and constantly changed the fingerprints. In an instant, they hit each other hundreds of times. The whole space set off a chaos. The mountain was broken, the sand flies and stones, and the black gas alternated with thunder flashed. The top of the drum mountain has collapsed several feet. In the end, the two big hands with mana shrank back at the same time and were silent for a moment.

Magic and thunder compete with each other, and the victory or defeat depends on the strength of the user's cultivation. In terms of strength alone, Shen Chong is still on the front line. However, in terms of the experience of the enemy, Qi Wanyan is much stronger, calm and orderly.

The dust and smoke dissipated, and the vitality was also calm. Under the protection of the throne of the gods, Shen Chong was spotless and still looked light, but Qi Wanyan was a little embarrassed. Although there was also a magic suit to protect his body, his body was shaken a lot. His hair was scattered, his magic clothes were damaged in many places, and his face was also surprised.

In the void far away from the Drum Mountain, under the cover of a cloud, the two energetic old men can't help communicating with each other with their divine thoughts.

"These two people are both mongotic geniuses. Little Ji has not only stepped into the realm of the soul, but also has such deep savings. I'm afraid it's no worse than Guowei." An old man sighed. Looking at it carefully, there was a trace of electric light in his eyes, and there was a small sound of lightning in his bones from time to time.

The national prestige in the old man's mouth is Shen Chong's grandfather. Cultivation is already the realm of divine travel around the world. Indeed, in terms of power alone, neither of these two is under the second turn of the soul, but the understanding of the soul is a little worse.

"What, you have decided. In those years, you strongly recommended Shen Muhe to sit in the position of patriarch." Another old man's tone was dull. It was the old man who had just displayed his power in Jiushan City. At this time, his breath was completely restrained, like a breeze, which was imperceptible.

"Well, besides him, who else could sit in the position of patriarch in those years? I didn't expect this waste. For so many years, he only knew how to dance power, but he forgot the fundamentals of cultivation and was completely out of the door of Taoism."

"Ha ha, admit it, electric old ghost, you're blind." The wind smiled.

Of course, the other old man is the electric old man of Jiushan Si Laozhong, and sighed, "Yes, I'm looking away, but the three of you are also looking away. Ruolan's son has grown up to this extent now."

"The power of his blood has not yet awakened, but he just grew up with extraordinary luck." The wind said.

"Fength is also a kind of strength. Throughout the ages, which one has great achievements has no extraordinary luck. If his bloodline is really awakened, I don't know what his achievements can reach." The electrician said.

Feng Suo was silent. After a while, he said, "We are all old. If we can't break through, it's just 30 or 50 years of longevity. If Lan is dead, maybe he is our last hope, but the king of Ning..."

"There is indeed a problem with King Ning. In those years, he banished this boy to Dazhou. I don't know what the intention was, and he still has something to say. As long as this boy does not step into the land of Nanyan, no force will be allowed to trouble this boy. It is difficult to guarantee that he has no plan. However, in the next three years, it will be Murong Tuo and Shinto sect. On the day of the decisive battle, he will not be distracted from us. At worst, we will take him back to the land of Yanbei until the boy fully grows up. The electrician said.

"But after all, this boy still has the blood of the Murong family. It's hard to guarantee that he won't..." Feng Su was still a little hesitant.

"Well, Murong is also an ancient family, and his blood also contains the power of the Holy Emperor. At that time, he was still the old enemy of our Shen family. However, since he has decided to take Shen's surname, and Murong Tuo has expelled him from the family, he is not allowed to stay in Nanyan. He has cut off his back road, and there is no need to worry too much. I also look forward to what kind of mutation will happen after the fusion of Murong and our Shen's blood. The electrician said.

"Good! As long as this boy can beat Qi Wanyan, invite him to the Jiushan Palace. The windy look must be.

Of course, Shen Chong and Qi Wanyan could not hear the discussion of the two elders. After a full blow, their faces showed a solemn color, and their breaths locked each other. Qi Wanyan even recruited the meteorite sword. The sword changed again, and the fire became as sharp as a knife. The whole space was hot. Meteors fell from the sky, dragging out a long line of fire and flying. Smashed.

"The meteorite falls into the stone, and the sea of fire burys the flowers!"

As a fire practitioner, Qi Wanyan is the best practitioner of fire magic power. Although Shen Chong has also practiced the three types of burning heart for a period of time, it must be incomplete. It is not even an entry. It is only after integrating the Biyan Youquan to evolve it into a magic power, but it is not pure.

But Shen Chong is not afraid. He also has a lot of means. After being promoted to the divine soul realm, he no longer needs the dragon soul beads to convert mana, but the wonderful use of this dragon ball is displayed more and more, which has a blessing effect on all mana power, such as running clouds and flowing water, and the spirit of the five elements, which is not astringent to convert.

In a blink of an eye, Shen Chong has shown the power of the dragon ball, and the thunder all over his body has begun to transform. A huge dragon head in the void poked out, and countless thunder patterns flashed on its body, as if wearing a thick layer of thunder armor. The dragon's mouth opened, spitting out a chaotic atmosphere, and gathered into thunder beads one by one, to the meteorite. The falling stars exploded.

"Taigu Thunder Dragon!" Qi Wanyan was shocked. This kind of creature recorded in the ancient Taoist scriptures actually appeared in front of him. The legendary thunder dragon is comparable to the existence of a strong man in the broken world. Although the thunder dragon in front of him is still a little illusory, it must not be underestimated.

"You actually have the most precious treasure of the dragon clan."

Only with the treasure of the dragon clan can it be possible to get the blessing of dragon power in the realm of the soul without being transformed into a dragon.

Qi Wanyan's eyes are more greedy. This boy doesn't know where to get so many treasures. He really has anti-sky luck. As long as he defeats the other party and absorbs the other party's spirit with magic skills, he will not only have so many treasures to buy, but also his own practice will be smoother in the future.

Qi Wanyan suddenly gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Suddenly, there was a faint light on his wrist: "Shen Chong, even if your luck is stronger, there are times when you are flourishing and declining. When you meet me, it is when your luck declines. I will show you today what is the power of magic weapon."

In the glory, a simple bracelet flew out and soared to a square, like a full moon. Suddenly, the full moon collapsed and clicked! It is constantly shrinking and turning into a fist-sized steel ball. Although the steel ball has become smaller, its momentum has not diminished. The whole fairyland is full of a feeling of coldness, as if there is only this steel ball between heaven and earth, which is more touching than the throne of the gods, which makes people have a feeling that they dare not dare to see.

The coldness of the moonlight and the chill of destruction are emitted without hesitation.

Shen Chong's eyes were cold. Looking at the power of the steel ball, he began to complain in his heart, a magic weapon, and it was also a magic weapon in his heyday.

Although it has long been expected that Qi Wanyan must have a card in his hand, he did not expect that he would have a magic weapon. Even the lowest magic weapon is equivalent to a master of three turns of the soul, because as long as he achieves the power of the magic weapon, he must have the power of the five elements.

Cheer-ra-ra! The airflow in the boundary was driven by the power of this magic weapon, and the air seemed to be sticky. Shen Chong's body suddenly slowed down. Under the cold moonlight, the chill penetrated the bottom of his heart, as if to hold him down.

I didn't expect Qi Wanyan, as a practitioner of fire magic power, to use such a cold magic weapon.

"What a great power. If there is no dragon soul bead to support mana, I'm afraid that this magic weapon alone can trap me." Shen Chong patted his chest and spit out a turbid breath. The sea connected to Dantian. The dragon soul beads rotated, and dragon gas poured into the sea of gas. The magic power suddenly doubled, and his spirit was slightly vibated, and he was firm in an instant.

Even if it is a magic weapon, it is just a low-grade magic weapon. It does not integrate the spirit of yin and yang, let alone the power to refine the law. It is not that kind of invincible existence.