Chapter 119 The Body of the Virtual Spirit

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Outside the hall, on the charred and broken bluestone board road, a dim ochre bell stood under the golden sky, silent, as if the people in the bell had passed away in the thunder. More than a hundred whirlpools in the sky have disappeared, and the golden color is still there, and there is no ripple in the roar of the wind. It is as clear as a mirror and golden.

Everyone's eyes became extremely complicated. Liu Yunzhi fainted in Zhang Yongtai's arms again, while Zhang Yongtai held his wife tightly. His face was extremely excited and muttered with trembling, "Yan'er, Yan'er..."

Huan Yu and four others looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes. They had just planned to rescue Zhang Yan, but the power of the disaster was so horrible and so fast that they watched the electric arc golden balls explode neatly around Yixuan Bell one by one, and they could not get close to it at all. Of course, if he fights to save Zhang Yan, maybe he still has a chance to survive, but who is willing to sacrifice his life for Zhang Yan?

Yixuan Bell is a mysterious treasure. Huan Yu and others recognized it as soon as they saw it. At this time, although Yixuan Bell was dark, it was intact. Fortunately, they were about to investigate. Unexpectedly, there was a hoarse sound, and Yixuan Bell, which was originally like a dead thing, trembled gently.

The sound was so abrupt that before everyone came to their senses, Yixuan bell floated up, and Zhang Yan's figure appeared from under the bell.

His clothes were neat and still gorous, but his face was pale and almost transparent. After two violent coughs, he immediately stood up and looked at the sky. His body is as straight as a pine, and he is proud.

Everyone was stunned and looked at Zhang Yan in astonishment. Their minds came to life again. As long as they were not dead, there was still a chance... Their eyes showed a hot light again. They had guessed that the Xuanbao bell must have come from the fall of Wanzhong Mountain Buddha and Demon!

Zhang Yongtai smiled and shed tears. He shook his wife in his arms violently and said hoarsely, "Wake up, our Yan'er is not dead, but he is not dead..."

I'm afraid that Wu Tai came. He squatted on the ground with a dry face and looked at his daughter sleeping on a large area of evil flowers with a sad face. His face was full of tears on his face and he said to himself, "It's your father who harmed you. It's your father's fault. He knows that you are seriously ill, but he always let You are in trouble..."

No one pays attention to a patriarch who lost his daughter's self-sadness. His status is too low and he has no relatives for no reason. Their eyes may only focus on Zhang Yan, who is carrying treasures.

Although Zhang Yan stood between heaven and earth, Wu Tai's words fell into his ears without clarity. He felt a pain in his heart and muttered, "Are you seriously ill?" Why didn't you tell me why...

His eyes flashed over the people in the hall, brushed the rubble on the roof of the hall, and fell on the golden sky. A trace of violence suddenly gushed out in his heart. Just now, in the Yixuan bell, although he did not receive a direct bombardment from the electric arc golden thunder, the sound of the shock of the Yixuan bell was enough to make him physically and mentally damaged, and the Buddha's drum was almost scattered. Lost, the power of sound is invisible andzhient, but the damage to the mind and God is the greatest. He spit out a few mouthfuls of blood and finally persisted to the end with the support of a strong body and amazing divine consciousness, but the Buddha Yuan has almost been exhausted...

The power of the second thunder disaster is really too terrible. What about the third thunder disaster? Can he resist his power? The violent emotions spread physically and mentally. Zhang Yan's face became gloomy, surrounded by strong enemies, and there was a last wave of thunder threats in the air. What's more, the second uncle and second aunt were trapped in the hands of a strong enemy. The violent emotions were finally ignited by Wu Xiurong's death.

The golden light in his eyes faded, and a purple lightning suddenly rotated in it. His black hair fluttered, and the momentum on his body also changed. He was secluded and domineering! Buddha Yuan is gone, and I still have Moyuan. What can God do for me?

It seemed that Zhang Yan's insult to himself, and the golden sky, which had been silent, finally changed. A stone was thrown into the lake and rippled. Millions of stones were thrown into the stormy waves. Then, the golden sky was like boiling water. With a sound of thunder, it began to Trembling violently, the whole sky roared with a rumble and muffled sound, mixed with the wind and sea rain, containing endless anger, roaring like a god, and extremely horrible momentum. From the extremely quiet to the complete riot, but in the blink of an eye, the sudden horror showed an unpredictable demeanor.

Woo~ with a clear sound, the size of the fist, the black flowing Xuanyan soul beads suddenly came to the right hand. Zhang Yan looked at the sky coldly, and the purple Zhenyuan surged all over his body. At this moment, the golden sky boiling like boiling water suddenly cracked a gap about 100 feet long, which was dark and empty, but there was a strange fluorescence. Then a mass of lingering dazzling golden light came out of the dark crack, and the golden light changed, turning into a giant five feet tall and a majestic mountain!

Everyone looked at the gradually forming giant in the air in shock, with their mouths wide open and their eyes wide open. They never thought that there would be a virtual spirit body in the time of the disaster! The ordinary six-fold thunderstorm is just waves of increasingly dense thunder bombs. Has there ever been a strange scene like in front of you? The giant figure in the air is definitely a virtual body, almost real but definitely not a real person. Others, they really can't see it. Because of ignorance or ignorance, they are stunned, and uncontrollable panic comes to their hearts.

The purple light in Zhang Yan's eyes contracted, and his face became extremely serious. The golden giant in the air brought him extremely strong pressure. Even when he saw the giant at a glance, his heart rattled like a drum. In terms of momentum alone, this giant was dozens of times stronger than the previous two-fold thunder power!

came, the golden giant in the air suddenly shouted, and his voice shook between heaven and earth, rolling like thunder. The huge body took a step forward with the violent shouting. This step was like a teleportation and came to Zhang Yan lightly. His hundred-year-old and thick arms stretched out, with golden light and thunder smashed at Zhang Yan's whole body!

The huge fist was like a rock. Zhang Yan looked at the fist bigger than his body and didn't dare to think much about it at all. He quickly turned to the side and dodged it dangerously. The fierce wind swept his body and stabbed and almost squatted on the ground. In addition to his shock, his body condensed, and the sad mysterious flame beads suddenly shot out countless condensed black light, like spring silkworm spitting silk, forming a dense net to cover the golden giant.

Boom! The giant's fist hit the ground, blowing out a large hole ten feet wide and deep. At the same time, two huge feet fell to the ground, shaking a spider web crack on the ground. He witnessed Zhang Yan's black net attack and did not dodge. His right fist hit Zhang Yan more than ten feet away from him with a golden light arc.

Puff, a series of dense muffled sounds, the giant easily smashed the black net with his right fist, and did not stop, and bombarded Zhang Yan.

At this time, Zhang Yan's body suddenly fluttered rapidly and dodged the giant's attack again, and the Xuanyan spirit beads in his hand kept shooting into the dark light. The golden giant's body is too huge and extremely fast. Shaking the ground head-on is no different from looking for death. He can only fight by swimming quickly.

The giant's fist with the sound of golden thunder kept smashing the black light from the mysterious flame beads, and almost hit Zhang Yan several times. Perhaps because the target was too small and his body was as slippery as a swimming fish, he narrowly dodged several times. The golden giant was angered by Zhang Yan, and his mouth was like a thunder. In the loud shouting, his speed and strength were fast. The golden fist was like a hammer, constantly smashing away and hitting the ground. The ground was full of dense black holes like a tomb. At this time, Zhang Yan was already dangerous, moving between the dense black holes, and the giant's fists were domineering and violent. The fist wind made his cheeks hurt even more. He did not dare to slow down at all, his pace was as fast as lightning, and his expression was still unusually firm.

Xuanyan soul beads are not as unbearable as they appear. As a magic weapon of a mysterious treasure or even higher level, the black light emitted from it is actually the magic fire. As one of the top flames of the demon world in the demon mouth, its domineering power of devouring and burning is rare in the world. Although the magic fire was smashed by the giant's fist, the broken magic fire was firmly adsorbed on the giant's strong body like a bone maggot. As the number increases, the giant must be hit hard, and Zhang Yan has been avoiding, waiting for the opportunity to come.

Half a sound, in the stunned eyes of the people, the golden giant suddenly stopped his body, and then raised his head and roared, with endless anger and pain in his rumble voice. His hands the size of a grinding wheel kept patting his chest and abdomen, making a drum-like sound.

What happened? What attack did this dazzling and powerful giant receive? Everyone is puzzled.

However, Zhang Yan shook his hand at this time, and the black flame beads suddenly spit out a strong to extreme black light, like the Milky Way, covering the surroundings of the giant, and the dark demon fire instantly wrapped the giant's whole body!

After doing all this, Zhang Yan fell to the ground, his chest fluctuated sharply, and gasped. The battle with the giant was full of danger of death all the time. His surging fists, the fierce and uncasting fists, and his speed was as agile as a spiritual ape. Such a giant as high as ten feet was not at all. It is competitive, but fortunately, the giant has no magic weapon, no tricky tactics, and is extremely rough and violent bombing from beginning to end, which also provides a guarantee for his victory.

But an unexpected situation appeared. The giant covered by the demon fire stopped roaring, stopped struggling, and stood quietly between heaven and earth, like a black stone sculpture.

And at this moment, an emotionless sound suddenly came from the huge gap that had been cracked in the golden sky. The syllables were complicated and obscure, instantly filled the whole world like a tide.

Sanskrit Zen singing sounded again, is there any change that is going to happen?