Chapter 1674 Zhang Daoling

"How dare you accept my incarnation, my incarnation, is it so easy to collect? Give it to me!"

In time, another arrogant shout came. At that time, the yin and yang gas cylinder in Ye Bin's hand trembled violently. In the two gas cylinders of yin and yang, it jingled. Obviously, it was the black skull that was resisting violently.

For this, Ye Bin was not panicked at all. In his eyes, Shenhua was a flare, and the power of the two gods, from yin to yin and yang. At that time, he pulled out, turned into a big wave, and rushed into the two gas cylinders of yin and yang.

In an instant, the yin and yang gas cylinders calmed down, and there was no abnormal movement.

At this time, Zhong Yuan's wings behind him shook, leaned down, and rushed towards the source of the sound.

"What kind of amazing character is it? It turns out that it's just a little devil! A guy who hides his head and covers his tail and doesn't even dare to show his face is also blowing nonsense here. He really doesn't know whether to live or die. You can also take me a punch!"

Zhong Yuan leaned down, and his eyes were full of light. After seeing the appearance of the person who took action, he rudely said sarcastic words.

The timing of Zhong Yuan's action was very accurate. It was the time when Ye Bin killed his black skull incarnation with yin and yang gas cylinders, and he was also damaged. Although the damage suffered by this masked magic repair was not serious, the circulation of the air machine was inevitably stagnant. Therefore, when Zhong Yuan's fist came, he could not immediately fight back, and could only passively resist.

Masked and repaired, a magic gas on his body rushed into the air, and the void manifested, turning into a long banner about ten feet high. Above the surface of the flag, the mud plough is full of hell, especially the door of the mud plow in the center, which is even more realistic and is about to appear.

This flag, called the mud plough soul flag, is the treasure of the masked magic cultivation. It is because of this that it can be immediately urged to fight against the enemy.

The dementor of the mud plow appeared. When it was in the door of the mud plow, the infinite black gas washed down like a flowing spring waterfall, turning into a barrier, and the wind and rain around it was impenetrable. Then, tens of millions of fierce ghosts flew out, and each of them supported the barrier with body runes to strengthen their power.

As soon as the shield was finished, Zhong Yuan's fist bombarded him.

"Bang"

In a huge shock mixed with the sound of a roar, the black gas barrier shattered in an instant...

The strength of the boxing continues to impact. However, at this time, the masked demon practice calmed down. Under the urging of the mana, the mud plough dementor is a powerful array. In an instant, eighteen black lights fell down the void coach, turning into a large array and surrounding the body.

Exactly: Eighteen Mud Plough Hell Array!

Zhong Yuan didn't care. With his fist in his hand, he evolved the marrow of the white elephant to fight against the heavenly fist, and punched out one punch after another.

However, at this time, his fist hit the protective array of masked magic repair, but he felt soft and powerless.

His eyes can clearly see that the power he bombarded out was dismembered into eighteen at the moment of the bombardment, and each of them turned into a heavy hell space. Under the intersection of eighteen hells, in an instant, he dissipated his thunderous fists.

Zhong Yuan is very clear that the monks who can enter this core continent must be the best among the first-line Daluo. Even if they are not the first-line Daluo monks, their combat strength must be among the strongest in the first-tier Daluo. In such a place, it is absolutely not possible to show any decline. Because once it is identified as weak, the next thing to face must be the siege of countless strong people.

Because there is only one Daluo magic power, it is every time to put forward other competitors as much as possible! The wish of a monk. At this moment, there is no doubt that the weak are the first people to be eliminated.

Because of this, after Zhong Yuan's fist bombardment was fruitless, that is, time, he urged the road of power. Tens of thousands of laws of power rushed out of the holes around the body, and the void condensed and turned into a god-opening axe.

Then, Zhong Yuan held an axe in both hands and suddenly split into the hell array of eighteen mud ploughs.

"Oh"

Like cutting tofu with a knife, it was easy, and the eighteen mud ploughs were cut into two halves.

Not only that, but also the masked magic practice was also affected by the aftermath of the sharpness of the attack of the opening of the divine axe, and the clothes were broken, revealing the true face.

"Who am I? It turned out to be Master Zhang. When did Master Zhang give up the Taoist sect and join the magic religion?

"That's right, thanks to him, he still has the reputation of a heavenly master. It turns out that it's all superficial kung fu!"

"Zhang Daoling, in the future, if you dare to regard yourself as the inheritance of our teaching, I will definitely destroy your heavenly master!"

"Brother, you are too kind. You should not give a chance to deal with people like him at all. After we go out, we should destroy the Heavenly Master immediately!"

In a short moment, there were countless sounds that came into Zhong Yuan's ears. Hearing that, Zhong Yuan just realized that the magic master in front of him was actually an acquaintance, Zhang Daoling, one of the four great masters of the heavenly court in those years, and the founder of the heavenly master.

It's just that I didn't expect that he would turn from a road to a demon and become a peerless master of the Demon Gate.

"Well, since you know, no one can go out alive!" When Zhang Daoling heard everyone's words, his face suddenly turned into ferocious and harsh.

"Zhang Tianshi, I'll call you Zhang Tianshi again for the time being. As my respected Taoist predecessor, this is my last respect for you. Next, I won't give up any more!" At this time, Zhong Yuan said again. While talking, the open-minded axe in his hand reappeared, fierce, and covered the eight wilderness and six.

"It's just a small study. If you have a little adventure, you dare to brag in front of me. Today, I will let you understand why the elder is an elder!" Zhang Daoling snorted coldly again, and then his body shook and his body collapsed. The Yuanshen rushed to split into three parts before Zhong Yuan opened the god's axe.

After three points, the yuan god emits flames by itself, burning brightly, and getting weaker and weaker. One point, if a wisp of blue smoke, in the blink of an eye, it will sink into the void and disappear. The last point was to collapse, turn into light and rain, and go to Mass in all directions, attacking all the monks present.

These light rains are not very powerful, but they have an inexplicable power, ignoring the defense of many monks and hitting them, forming tiny marks.

At this moment, everyone sounded Zhang Daoling's fierce roar just now. Originally, they were quite disdainful of Zhang Daoling's words, but at this moment, they couldn't help but have a little palpitations in their hearts (to be continued)