Chapter 123 Zidan will become

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The bloody lightning is as small as silk, but there are thousands of ways, like a torrent of blood, flashing towards Zichen. Zhang Yan operated the purple magic knowledge and tried to stop it, but the blood-colored lightning speed was extremely fast. After waiting for the purple magic knowledge to approach, he rushed to Zichen. Even if the magic knowledge successfully blocked three taels of bloody lightning, it was easily restrained and escaped. It seems that bloody lightning is unstoppable...

After the first bloody lightning hit Zichen, Zhang Yan decisively gave up any action. He felt that after Zichen was hit by bloody lightning, he did not suffer any harm. Instead, Zichen trembled gently, and the bright purple light on his body devoured the bloody lightning. It is indeed devouring, and the purple light converges, forming a huge suction. For example, the long whale absorbs water and absorbs all the blood-colored lightning that has not yet flowed around into the body.

I saw that Zichen Yuanyuan absorbed it endlessly, and the bloody torrent blocked by magic rushed to Zichen at a faster speed. Zichen suddenly trembled violently, and the bright light filled more than half of the sea of knowledge.

Zichen's volume expands.

Double.

twice.

......

ten times.

The bloody lightning disappeared in the sea. Zichen stopped absorbing and expanding. After a moment of silence, Zichen suddenly broke up!

is divided into ten.

Ten purple chens like the original hang on the top of the sea of knowledge, ringing into an arc and reflecting each other.

The sixth thunder disaster can't be called a disaster at all. It's like an attentive wife, stewed blood-colored lightning and sent into the mouth of Zhihai Zichen. The fierce effect of the medicine immediately turned into ten, which means that the power is ten times stronger than before.

With a strong sense of absurdity, Zhang Yan, who stood in mid-air, opened his eyes and landed in the air, which was still incredible.

Is it intact?

Huan Yu and others opened their eyes wide. The silent and smokeless battle ended after Zhang Yan landed, but they did not find a trace of possible trauma from Zhang Yan.

I thought in astonishment.

This disaster is really weird.

......

Touch! Touch! Two loud noises bumped from the air.

The seventh and last thunderstorm is coming.

Look at her own creation... She doesn't want to reveal that this final battle is up to her!

Zhang Yan took a deep breath and raised his spirit to the peak state, waiting.

After two loud noises in the bloody sky, it was silent again.

But Zhang Yan suddenly darked in front of him, and in a trance, he came to a bloody world full of endless blood.

The boundless bloody sea and bloody sky, the sea is full of white bones, and I stand on a white bone. It is pungent and bloody, accompanied by no wind, but it flies into the nose. It smells bad and makes you feel nauseous.

This is definitely a fantasy. In the heart of the disaster in the Linglong Futu Tower, Zhang Yan saw the truth and realized that seeing is falsehood.

At this time, when he saw the image of the white bones of the sea of blood, he did not panic at all. He closed his eyes, released his consciousness, followed his heart, no longer paid attention to the roaring sea water beside him, and regardless of whether the white bones under his feet would sink into the sea of blood.

When you have a fearless and frank spirit and make your heart as clear as a mirror, the scene glimpsed by the divine consciousness is really different from what you see in your eyes.

Three people's faces were vaguely shrouded in a layer of smoke. These three people have different colors of clothing, holding different weapons in their hands, and standing quietly in a deserted land of sand.

When Zhang Yan's divine consciousness saw them, the man in gray on the far left suddenly moved, holding a huge blood sword, like a dragon, jumping into the air. The giant sword rolled up the endless roaring wind, piercing the void, drew a long and narrow crack, and then shook his body and suddenly returned to its original position.

The man in gray moved very quickly, faster than lightning. In less than a blink of an eye, he came out of the sword, stabbed the air, landed, and fell to the ground in one breath. It was like thunder. It was not until he landed that the gap cut open by the sword air in the air began to heal.

"There are speed, power and momentum, mainly speed..." Zhang Yan was fascinated, muttered to himself, and his eyes swept, and the man in red in the middle moved.

He took the bloody axe in his right hand and stepped out. A spider web crack appeared on the ground. The giant axe slowly lifted it, but it burst down. The void was also cut, and even the front end of the giant axe disappeared into the void crack. The crack is not big, just the length of the giant axe.

"This is power, pure power!" Zhang Yan's heart was bright and instantly judged that the huge axe was stagnant like dragging a boulder. This is a manifestation of the ultimate concentration of power. An axe is split, and the power is accumulated together. Although the gap in the void is not large, the force contained in it is as terrible.

The third man in purple also moved at this time, or he stood still and did not move at all. With his hands on his back, his body surged into an unparalleled momentum and went straight to the bullfight. For a moment, the void was full of wind and clouds, and the roar was endless. He hummed coldly, and his voice was not loud, but the calm void shattered into cracks.

Zhang Yan was speechless. For the first time, he felt what was as powerful as a wolf smoke, talking and laughing. The man in purple hummed softly and shattered the void. Such momentum can't be described as a man, which is not too much.

The three people represent three different cultivation systems of speed, strength and momentum. Zhang Yan has a deeper understanding of it at a glance.

The smoke dissipated from the faces of the three people, and three identical faces appeared in front of them.

Zhang Yan was stunned. These are three guys who look exactly like him! It's just that the color of the clothes is different, which reminds Zhang Yan of the black phantom Zhang Yan in the dusty state of mind. It seems that... this tone will always appear in the fantasy~

A clean voice came from my ears, "These three people show speed, strength and momentum. They seem to be rough, but they are three directions of magic cultivation. This seventh thunder disaster is shaped by the cultivation pattern. You don't have to fight, you just need to understand. When you understand any kind of cultivation path in a fragrance, the heavenly disaster will pass away, and the purple elixir will also condense. If you don't understand, you will annihilate... the soul.

stunned, Zhang Yan looked at the three quiet self in front of him and thought carefully about the words of the woman in red.

You only need to understand any of the three types of speed, strength and momentum to get through this magic disaster? He knew that what he wanted to understand was the direction of cultivation and attack skills, but he didn't understand why he wanted to understand this at such a critical moment. Is this the cultivation pattern that will be formed after the condensation of the golden elixir? This reason is barely reasonable.

But another doubt came to his mind. When he followed Zeng's reading and learning calligraphy in Cuishan Town, Zeng's words still made him still remember, "look at the look and color, determine the rest of the years; judge the pattern, and determine the glory of a lifetime." So will the pattern realized at this time be difficult to change and accompany it to the end in the future cultivation? Zhang Yan was completely immersed in hard thinking, and the fog locked his heart and there was no dawn.

......

If so, it doesn't matter if you don't realize it!

As soon as this idea came to my mind, I saw the three people in front of me turning into flying ashes and dissipating in the air.

A burst of sky and earth turned to my mind, and my eyes turned black.

Open your eyes again, and the illusion is gone.

At this time, the sky and hurricanes also disappeared.

The disaster, after opening his eyes, quietly disappeared.

The night sky is bright, the stars are shining, and there is a breeze coming from the sky, carrying insects and birds.

Zhang Yan was in the night sky, his eyes were blurred and his thoughts were in a trance.

Is that it?

At the end, there is a bright purple elixir condensed out of the Dantian, dripping and rotating, and the purple light is wrapped around.

Have you understood?

The tragedy of soul annihilation has never been staged. Maybe it is really enlightened.

Huan Yu and others in Qianyu Hall were stunned and witnessed the change of blood clouds until they were scattered in the dark night sky, and still couldn't believe their eyes.

The last two thunderstorms were spent silently by Zhang Yan. There were no unparalleled gorgeous pictures, no thunder and lightning. All of this happened in Zhang Yan's sea of knowledge. They could not cove and were stunned by the absurdity.

Everyone was puzzled, only the woman in red smiled at the corners of her mouth.

......

Entering the Qianyu Hall, Zhang Yan was not in a hurry to help up the sleeping Zhang Yongtai couple. He walked to the woman in red and did not dare to look at the beautiful face. He dodged her clear eyes and stopped his eyes on the ponytail on the back of the woman's head like a galaxy.

"Thank you."

The woman in red didn't look like a ripple. She moved, looked at Wu Xiurong, who was sleeping on the evil flowers, and asked, "Who is she?"

Zhang Yan's eyes shifted to Wu Xiurong's quiet little face, and his anger and grief suddenly surged up. He took a deep breath and replied, "She is my mother-in-law."

"Oh." The woman in red moved her eyes away from Wu Xiurong and stared at Zhang Yan, as if she saw the violence in his heart. Huo Ran turned around and whispered to Huan Yu and others, "In a word, I can slaughter this place, flatten this mountain, and this place will also be removed from the northern Xinjiang."

Huan Yu and others suddenly became ugly. Until now, their bodies still could not move. Even if Zhenyuan surged a hundred times in their bodies, they could not get rid of this invisible bondage. How can they not be angry when they hear what the woman in red said that they want to destroy the whole Qianyu Sect? Because he was sure that the woman in red could do this, in anger, he couldn't help staring at Zhang Yan nervously. However, thinking of what he had just done, there was an uncontrollable decadence in his heart. Zhang Yan pointed to the sky and vowed revenge. At this time, didn't what the woman in red say exactly what he wanted?

Qian Yuzong may have disappeared from the realm of cultivation in northern Xinjiang after today...

Hearing the words of the woman in red, Zhang Yan was stunned and soon regained his composure. Even if he wanted to kill Huan Yu and others one by one now, he did not want to rely on outsiders to do these things. He wants to trample on the whole Qianyu Sect Mountain Gate by himself, which is a promise to Wu Xiurong and a belief that he has always adhered to in his heart. After all, others can't replace their own affairs.

So Zhang Yan shook his head and refused.

Huan Yu and others' high-hanging hearts finally fell down, breathed a long sigh of relief, and their looks became complicated, even strange. How could he give up this great opportunity? Doesn't he know that his words can make the whole Qianyuzong disappear in the northern frontier in an instant?