Chapter 1143 Shen Yan appears

Jiyang Jinwu Tianhuo, 360,000 strange fires in the world, is sure to occupy the top three. It is stronger than the congenital Dou's silence and extinguishing Zhenyan. At present, Gan Ping does not care what kind of strength growth this Jiyang Jinwu Tianhuo can bring to him. Only the power of this grade is no less than the strange fire of Dou rate Shenyan, not to himself. It's enough to be refined and devoured. As for who will come to trouble him, he has already run to the back of his head.

With out the suppression of this Shenyan level, if you want to eat yourself, you have to fight before you know. If you talk about fighting, who is Gan Ping afraid of? Even if Daluo Xingjun takes action and wants to kill himself, it depends on whether he has this good tooth, not to mention himself at the present, hum! Gan Ping squinted and looked at the huge Dijun's body in front of him and sneered.

The sun melted the golden furnace suddenly opened the lid, and the huge golden black in front of it was immediately rolled in. Since then, there has been no emperor in the world, nor a pair of Fufeng, let alone a little sparrow, only Gan Ping! The polar-yang golden black sky fire immediately circled around Ganping, and in an instant climbed to the sun melting gold furnace, turned into countless dark gold patterns covering it, and disappeared into the jewels on the stove cover.

When the golden black body sank into the furnace, the golden light in the sky unfolded, like a dark starry sky of hundreds of millions of years, immediately turned into the world of King Kong. The originally slightly broken sun melting golden furnace burns in this endless brilliance, and the golden black sings for a long time, illusory of heaven and earth.

A familiar feeling connected to the mind is entangled in the heart. The blood is thicker than the water. The previous bad operation of the divine furnace is now suddenly enlightened.

In these endless years, Di Jun's remnant soul commanded Taiyin Zhenren and other puppets, wandered on the edge of the Taiyin world and collected countless treasures of heaven and earth. Now they are all integrated into the sun melting furnace. Gan Ping's heart, his spirit continues to improve, and his mind is as ethereal as a flying immortal.

It is a white and golden star wrapped around the side of the big star. In the light of the bright star, this originally extremely bright star is completely covered up. The twins of fate are always like participating in business. Gan Ping was already on the Shang Star and felt the entanglement of fate. Obviously, this was his own destiny.

When he controlled the blade of life revolution and could wantonly cut off the line of fate of others, Gan Ping once looked for his own life star, but he got nothing. Even if it is advanced to the realm of Taiyi, it is difficult to tell which star you belong to in the vast starry sky.

But now, this big star is clearly visible in the soul, and it is obvious that he is infinitely close to the realm of Da Luo Xingjun. Daluo, Zhou Tianye, the star king, does not enter the reincarnation, will never die, and heaven and man are one.

I just don't know why, although I feel the power of the stars, I can't go further, as if there is some kind of barrier, and it is difficult to move forward. After testing for a long time, Gan Ping could only sigh and take back his mind. This realm of Daluo Xingjun is not so easy to enter. If it is really easily broken through by yourself, it is not called Daluo Xingjun, but cabbage.

In the middle of the sky, the sun melted gold furnace the size of a tea bowl fell quietly and stopped firmly in the palm of Ganping's hand. He looked at the Taiyin real Taiyin, who was still standing behind him with dull eyes, and a group of puppets behind him. Lang Lang's long smile resounded through the starry sky.

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Outside the Miaocheng Sect of Yulong Mountain, the clouds open and the clouds disperse, the wind rises and falls, and the green leaves of thousands of miles are tinkling. Since that day of the war, there has been a world-class power to use great magic power to repair the battlefield. Outside Yulong Mountain is still a fairyland on earth.

A series of disciples of Miaocheng Sect who flew and patrolled around the world passed by, all arrogant and confident slowly. Millions of monks besieged the sect and were beaten to death. Now the rear-end uncles and brothers sent a message that they offended the monks of Miaocheng Sect that day, but there were only shares left. Now they are still breathing and will be destroyed in the future.

These days, people are panicked and the demon clan is rampant. Having a good backer is more important than anything else. Although the cultivation of these disciples who patrol the mountain is not high, they are extremely energetic. In the previous fierce killing, there was no sect three thousand miles outside Yulong Mountain. Even the only few small sects that survived within ten thousand miles bowed to Miaochengzong.

Here, the figures below, walking in the mountains like secular people, are the monks who came today with female disciples in the sect and planned to marry Miaocheng Sect. In order to show their respect, although these people's cultivation is not vulgar, they don't even dare to fly with their swords. They can only walk in a hurry in the mountains, allowing the swords to pass by and laughter.

"I didn't expect that this Miaocheng Sect is so powerful. It's simply another rising Guiyuan Sect. The Miaocheng Laoer controls the power of an army in the fairyland. If he can't take advantage of his unstable foothold and remove his foundation in the human world with a thunderous momentum, I'm afraid it will really be big in the future, and it will be difficult for us to use. Ah!" With a soft sigh, a black-shaved scribe with a feather fan stood in the air, and his eyes were full of worry.

And beside him, a man in yellow sat cross-legged, his eyes drooping, and there was no light in his eyes, and his face was waveless. This wonderful sect should be destroyed! Miaocheng old man, damn it!" When the black-beard scribe heard the words, he couldn't help smiling bitterly, "Shan Ming, this battle was originally provoked by your hermit family. If you win, everything is good to say, but now that the defeated family is destroyed, the Lord can shield you from the wind and rain and leave a Miao descendant, which is already the limit. Now that the general trend of Miaochengzong has been achieved, you can no longer return to heaven. You must not show your thoughts!"

The man in yellow snorted coldly and didn't say anything. The two were in the air, dodging without hiding. However, a series of disciples passing by in the air did not seem to see them. Even if they met down, the sword light would involuntarily dodge. As it should be, it was really strange.

"One day, I will uproot this Yulong Mountain, destroy the inheritance of this wonderful sect, and relieve my hatred!" Before the words fell, a faint but empty voice came, "Oh? Destroy me? Destroy my dojo? In that case, I can't keep you!"

The black-bearded scribe was shocked. Just as he wanted to be born, the cold and vast pressure was accompanied by endless golden light, which swept towards the two people. A burly figure appeared in mid-air, carrying two wide and somewhat outrageous giant swords, looking coldly.

"This Taoist friend..." Before the scribe finished speaking, Shan Ming raised his hand, and a simple stone bead the size of a fist rushed to the strong man. "Wen Ruoran, you still talk nonsense. What's there to say? Kill this man!" In desperation, Wen Ruoran cursed a few words in his heart, shook his hand, and a huge brush with the thickness of his arm appeared in his palm, drawing a strange symbol in an instant.

"Ring, bondage, go!" With this strange low shout, the atmosphere of heaven and earth fluctuated violently, turning into an invisible net, looking at the people head-on. Drink!" The brilliant sword shadow roared out, and the scribe was like a heavy hammer in his chest, suddenly spewing out a mouthful of blood.

"Invincible, speed..." Before his words fell, the horror in his eyes was already uncontrollable. He saw that Shan Ming was slapped on his body by the strong man with a sword, and in an instant, he was torn apart and turned into fragments all over the sky. There is no use for the application channel method!

I and Shan Ming are Taiyi Zhenxian! In an instant, Wen Ruoran's heart suddenly sank. Obviously, his side underestimated the hidden strength of the Miao Chengzong. He thought that with the two Taiyi Zhenxians as sentries, he had already looked at this Miao Chengzong very high, but he didn't expect that as soon as they arrived here, one died and one injured. A huge sense of fear swept Wen Ruoran's whole body, making him immediately Don't dare to move.

With a soft voice, Gan Ping looked at the back of the scribe with a little curiosity. Obviously, this Taiyi had found himself. If he moves again, he would definitely set up a killer, but he was quite interested in the man in front of him. Whether it is the strange attack methods used by this scribe, or to avoid evil and detect his own existence, it makes him particularly curious.

"I don't know which senior is at present. This is a complete misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! The two of us have no evil intentions towards Miao Chengzong. The world can be learned from it!" This article Ruoran stood for a long time. How could he not know that the people behind him were still thinking about how to deal with him, and immediately shouted.

"Humph!" The cold murderous intention made the spineless Wen Ruoran shout again, "There is evil intention, there is evil intention!" Little Wen Ruoran, the two of us used to walk. This time, we came to investigate the reality of Miaochengzong. If you have any questions, you can say it and only beg for a small life!"

Gan Ping couldn't help but laugh. This article Ruoran is really the best. Looking at his scribe's dress, he thought he was a modest gentleman, but he turned out to be an unscrupulous literati, but he didn't know how he cultivated to this level. It was really strange.

The puppet still named Yang Ming by Gan Ping's dull combat power, and there was no expression on his rigid face. Gan Ping finally tested the strength of this puppet. It really deserves to be a puppet refined from the remains of the peak master of Daluo Xingjun, and with two top-quality swords, it really has an unnatural strength, which is comparable to the master of the peak of Taiyi Zhenxian.

Just a face-to-face photo, this Taiyi Zhenxian's mountain light in the early stage was patted into meat mud. Even this strange attack of Wen Ruoran has no effect at all, which shows the strength of this puppet. Thinking of more than a hundred puppets who practiced safely in his sun melting gold furnace, Gan Ping couldn't help but be in a good mood. He imprisoned Wen Ruoran, carried the unscrupulous literati, and led Yang Ming to fly to Miao Chengzong.

However, at this time, a fierce fire suddenly rose to the far east. Looking at it, I'm afraid it's tens of billions of miles away. However, even if it is so far away, you can still feel the surging and domineering firepower. Gan Ping's expression changed greatly. He turned his head and looked at it. Behind him, a strange cry came from Miaochengzong. The fiery red figure rose to the space and suddenly rushed to the distance.

"Dou rate Shenyan, is it finally born?" It is estimated that the place where Doushu Shenyan was born is the place occupied by the demon clan now. Obviously, a big mess is about to be staged!