Chapter 434 Ancestor Divine Power
The big hand was blue-gray and huge and boundless. It came from the outside, broke the rooftop and captured the ascending Taoist to the top.
I'm afraid there are few people who can break the rooftop.
In the world, there is only one soul-refining ancestor who can have such skills in the eyes of the world.
This first true immortal between heaven and earth is respected as the founder of the soul refining sect of the supreme Taoist sect. For the immortal Taoist, he has always had a desire to spend a lot of effort to perform secret techniques. After millions of miles away, he passed through the immortal sect array and captured the immortal Taoist.
It's just that there was no mistake on the way, so that the Imson Taoist did not fall into the hands of the soul refining ancestors, but somehow fell on the rooftop.
Now that the soul refining ancestor has taken action again, it is obvious that he wants to capture the long-life Taoist.
Gu Tingqiu looked solemn and said to himself, "What a courage."
As long as the words fell, he rolled up the black monkey and frog and flew to the entrance to the upper level.
Along the way, there were many immortals.
Walking thousands of miles, the fairy sword is horizontal.
......
Climb to the top of the rooftop.
There was a Taoist sitting cross-legged, calm, only breathing and spitting.
He doesn't have any pressure or amazing ability.
His only difference is his longevity.
This is the difference of the immortal formula.
In front of him, there is an altar, which is upright, three feet high and seven feet long and wide.
There is a jewel on the altar, which is gray and does not shine, but the breath is full of breath.
This is the tower pearl, which is also an unrivaled fairy that makes people turn from immortals to real immortals.
However, the Imson Taoist meditated cross-legged, but did not look more.
Suddenly, the world changed.
There was a huge hand, which was green and gray, as if covering the sky and the sun, holding the altar of pearls.
The Changsheng Taoist moved slightly and slowly opened his eyes. His interior was as quiet as autumn water. Even this terrible scene in front of him did not move him at all.
The giant hand grabbed the altar and grabbed the unrivaled treasure that could turn people from immortals to true immortals, but it seemed to be quite disdainful. Knowing that it was not an immortal Taoist, it threw it casually.
Boom!
The whole altar was uprooted, and the tower beads that had been bred for 5,000 years were like abandoned stones, thrown to the edge of the tower on the rooftop a hundred miles away, mixed with gravel.
The big blue-gray hand came towards the Imson Taoist.
The Irty Taoist looked at the huge palm, calm and waveless.
The giant hand is approaching. Even with the eyesight of the monks, what he sees is only blue and gray, and he can no longer see the whole picture of the giant hand.
"The ancestor of soul refining." The immortal Taoist sighed, "Are you still not giving up?"
With a faint sigh, he was buried under the roar of the sky and disappeared.
No one heard this sigh.
The soul-refining ancestor may have heard it, but he ignored it, because the big hand still captured the Changsheng Taoist.
The eyes of the Imese Taoist are full of blue and gray, and there is nothing else. Everything around him is covered by giant hands. He slowly closed his eyes and said silently in his heart, "Although the poor road has no opportunity to predict the future, the immortality formula, seek the road, and the heavenly heart can get the premonition of heaven and earth. Today, poverty has to suffer, but..."
His mind was not clear, and suddenly there was a bright light.
That's a fairy sword.
The pale yellow color hides golden light and is magnificent. As soon as the sword comes out, it has a sense of magnificent atmosphere, and the mountains and rivers follow.
The fairy sword seems to carry a mountain and river, hitting the blue and gray giant hand.
With a bang, the giant hand trembled slightly and overflowed a lot by the shadow of the mountains and rivers, but it suddenly grasped and still held the Ioming Taoist in the middle.
Wo!
The fairy sword came after the general trend of the mountains and rivers, and suddenly passed by.
The big blue and gray hands are divided into two and separated from them.
The Imson Taoist fell out of it.
Suddenly, an old laugh came from thousands of miles away.
The sound of laughter just rose, and the Long-life Taoist has disappeared.
Gu Tingqiu broke through the entrance of the 13th floor with a sword. He happened to see the Changsheng Taoist disappear and was shocked.
"Gu Tingqiu, your descendants are indeed similar to Li Taibai in those years. At the beginning, when you came to southern Xinjiang to steal the immortal jade, I cherished my talent and didn't want to kill you. Today, it has indeed become the climate.
Thousands of miles away, the soul-making ancestor stepped on the waves, condensed the water dragon with Taoism, and trapped the long-life Taoist. Walking in one step is thousands of miles away. He smiled faintly and said, "I will go back to the southern Xinjiang, and you can have a good time on the rooftop."
He laughed and was very happy.
Laughter rolls, thousands of miles of waves.
There is seawater condensed into a dragon, like a chain, locking the limbs of the Changsheng Taoist and dragging away.
In the distance, I saw an old man walking on the waves and smiling happily. Behind him was a water dragon swaying, holding a Taoist and pressing behind him.
A sudden change on the rooftop.
There is a sword spirit, which suddenly rose from the ninth floor of the rooftop, breaking through the tenth floor, the eleventh floor, the twelveth floor, and finally breaking the thirteenth floor. Finally, it broke the landing platform, rushed out of the outside world, and went straight to the soul for the ancestors.
The sword looks platinum, but its luster is as shiny as jade.
Geng Jinjianqi!
The soul refining ancestor turned his head slightly, stood with his hands on his side, and suddenly blew a breath.
That breath fell on the right hand.
The soul-refining ancestor raised his right hand.
Geng Jinjian pierced the void, stabbed the soul-refinement ancestor, and finally hit the heart of the soul-refinement ancestor.
"Geng's golden sword spirit is really extraordinary."
The soul refining ancestor said slowly, and then the breath of disorder between heaven and earth slowly subsided.
Originally, it was like a scene in the fog, which completely appeared in front of the world.
I saw the ancestor in gray and holding a platinum light in his right hand.
The light is like chopsticks, like a young dragon, with a sharp breath and frightening.
The soul refining ancestor smiled faintly, and the only force in his hand, this Gengjin sword spirit, turned into nothingness.
"The descendant of Li Taibai also seems to have become the climate."
The vicissitudes of life and the old voice slowly disappeared and finally disappeared.
Just after the voice of the soul refining ancestor dissipated, the altar he uprooted suddenly changed, turned into colorful clouds and fell down.
Originally rushed to the 13th floor, Gu Tingqiu poked out half of his body from the entrance and was immediately smashed back to the 12th floor by the colorful clouds.
"It's not good."
Guting's autumn face has changed slightly.
The colorful clouds transformed by the altar are scattered at the entrance, turning the whole entrance into colorful colors.
There is only one entrance to the thirteenth floor, which was originally extremely difficult to break through. The ancestors of the earth fairy may not have been able to break through the entrance and step into the thirteenth floor. Now reinforced by these colorful clouds, the entrance of the thirteenth floor is more and more difficult to break through, ten times more difficult than before.
Suddenly, he turned his head and looked.
I saw a breath piercing the tower, sharp, and stepped on the twelfth floor from the eleventh floor.
The fierce breath stepped out step by step and came to Gu Tingqiu.