Chapter 262: Falling God Valley

Luoshen Valley is located in the corner of Luoxia Mountain. There are few people coming to this place, and it emits a haze all day long. It may be that there are too many masters who die here. There are physical bodies and divine soul realms, especially the masters of the divine soul realm. After the fall, the soul has not been completely annihilated, and it will turn into evil spirits and roll up waves of gloomy winds.

Shen Chong entered the Falling God Valley for the first time. There is a huge battle platform in the valley, which is also built by Wanjin Steel Rock, but it is more ancient and more vicissitudes. The ravines on the stage are ravines, and the thoughts are swept over. You can also feel the swords and shadow on the battle platform. Countless strong men fight and shout on it.

The whole Luoshen Valley can feel a strong fluctuation of vitality, which should be accompanied by a protective array, and the blessing of the ideas of some elders to prevent the destructive power of the battle from spreading to the clan.

When Shen Chong arrived, Wu Jiang had stood with his hands behind his back, and the Canglan sword on his back was buzzing, and he could bounce out of his sheath at any time.

"Good! Now that you are here, you should know the rules of Luoshen Valley. Let's take action! As long as you defeat me, the rules of the Mingwang Hall will not control you. Wu Jiang said that the breath had dissipated, and a majestic virtual shadow exuding the breath of war had appeared behind him. It was the Panwu God of War.

It's just that this god of war is far more solid than what Shen Chong saw last time. His facial features have been revealed, and the strong sense of war is shrouded, which makes people feel blood and murderous. They just want to vent their anger in their chests.

Shen Chong's face also became solemn, and Wu Jiang showed a dangerous atmosphere. What happened in the sect? Wu Jiang would actually throw himself into the Fengyang sect. These two were the heroes of the same generation. If there was nothing special, they would never submit to each other.

"Okay, let me see my brother's Panwu God of War again." Since Wu Jiang did not want to explain anything, Shen Chong no longer asked more questions. He took the lead in shooting and punched him, which contained the spirit of domineering and king's way. It was the king's fist that hit it with the mana containing dragon spirit, and added three points of power.

In ancient times, the dragon was the hegemon of heaven and earth. He deeply understood the king and hegemony. At the height of the dynasty, the emperor called himself the real dragon. The kings of heaven boxed out, and a huge mana gathered into a huge fist to fight against the transformed god of war.

"Good luck, ah!" Wu Jiang shouted fiercely, and his palms were closed. Panwu God of War also punched out, and two huge fists hit each other in the air.

click! Ka-ka!

The air in the valley has cracked, and the strong collision layers are constantly exploding, and there is a continuous roar in the valley.

Shen Chong's fist shadow dissipated, and the shadow of the god of war behind Wu Jiang was also shaky. Both sides take a step back.

"Brother Shen has a profound ability. Although it is not a soul realm, his strength is stronger." Wu Jiang's eyes showed a strange color. He wanted to teach this brother some lessons, but he didn't expect that Shen Chong's skills were still above him.

"Brother is even more powerful. Sooner or later, he will restore the ancient power of the God of War." Shen Chong also said.

Panwu God of War was a god born in war in ancient times. In its heyday, it was the peak of brokenness, which was comparable to the immortals of the upper world.

"Humph!" Wu Jiang didn't say anything. With a long roar, the Canglan sword behind him had ejected out, designated as a streamer light, and cut open the void. The powerful sword breath roared out, as thick as the sea, roaring like a river, filling the whole valley.

Shen Chong's face changed. This sword has been refined into the best magic weapon by Wu Jiang. It is only one line away, and it can become a magic weapon.

In the face of the fierce sword spirit, Shen Chong didn't think about it, so he summoned the Chiyuan Sword. Although this sword did not achieve the best magic weapon, it was only a line of difference. In addition to the seal of heaven and earth, only this sword can block the Canglan Sword.

Woo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

The two swords competed for hundreds of moves in an instant. The Canglan sword belongs to water, while the Chiyuan sword belongs to fire. Water and fire compete with each other, stirring up vitality and exploding away. The whole Luoshen Valley is suddenly in a deep fire.

In terms of power, it is the Canglan Sword that has the upper hand, but the Chiyuan Sword not only contains fire vitality, but also the strange poison refined by the blue flame and the peach blossom poison miasma. Wu Jiang also had to divide some of the power to suppress the toxicity. For a while, it turned out to be evenly matched.

At the same time, dozens of consciousnesses in the seven halls of Shenghua Tiangong and Zongmen also fell into the Falling God Valley, and all the strong people in the soul realm noticed this fight.

"What a powerful top-quality magic weapon not only contains violent fire vitality, but also mixed with highly toxic. This toxicity is so strong that I'm afraid that the elixir of the magic medicine palace is not easy to resolve."

"It's enough that the magic weapon is powerful, but this son's cultivation does not condense the soul, but it has not only turned the true qi into mana, but also the power is stronger than Wu Jiang. If it is achieved in the realm of the soul in the future, I'm afraid that no one among the monks of the same level is his opponent."

"Unfortunately, he got into trouble with the Mingwang Hall as soon as he came back. Now the climate has become, and the power in the clan is even more unmatched. He is the only candidate for the next supreme leader. The Mingwang Hall wants to give him a power. I don't know if this son will submit and become another law enforcement elder."

"Not necessarily. I'm afraid that Wu Jiang can't suppress him. I don't know if Feng Yang will take action in person."

Dozens of ideas are staggered and hovering, and the taste is enough.

In these consciousness, there is a woman's mind is uncertain and full of anger: "Dat, a year ago, this son has just been promoted to an inner disciple. How can he have such a powerful power so quickly, even above me? If he becomes an elder of law enforcement again, it can threaten my status. It seems that Qiu Yun is only It can die in vain."

This woman is hidden in the depths of Shenghua Tiangong. It is Qiu Moyan, Qiu Yun's aunt who was killed by Shen during the battle of Zongmen. Although Qiu Moyan's cultivation has reached the second turn of the soul, she is still a little uneasy.

On the platform of Luoshen Valley, Wu Jiang's face was solemn.

"What a magic weapon. I didn't expect that my younger brother could get such a fire magic weapon, which can compete with my Canglan sword." Wu Jiang shouted, "Take me up again, Canglan swordsmanship, thousands of rivers return to the sea, and the big waves are ruthless."

Suddenly, the sword power changed, and the soft water sword became thick and square. The meaning of the sword was deep and long, and the meaning of returning to the sea was endless. The power of the Canglan sword with Canglan sword was doubled.

Shen Chong suddenly felt that he was like a flat boat in the sea, with ups and downs. After a few moves, the Chiyuan sword had been restrained by the other party. It was not that the quality of the magic weapon was not inferior, but the difference in moves and artistic conception. Wu Jiang had been sinking in Canglan swordsmanship for a long time, and the sword meaning had long been understood, and the Canglan sword was even more skillful, not as good as Shen Chong. Although the power of Wusheng Kendo is not lower than that of Canglan Swordsmanship, after all, the practice time is still short, and the Chiyuan Sword cannot exert the greatest power of this kendo.

Suddenly, the sound of the dragon gradually rises, and the dragon into the holy method has begun to show its power. The spirit is seven souls. The dragon's spirit wanders all over the body. There is a sword in the palm, and the sword is in the palm. The swordsmanship is the greatest killing move of no lifeless kendo. The palm law has been applied to the reincarnation that has just been realized. Palm.

"No life kendo, no life with one sword, thousands of reincarnations, the true meaning of creation."

In an instant, the sharp sword spirit cut through the void, and the air around the sharpness, destruction, death and sword spirit began to decay, and the subsequent palm shadow was constantly destroyed and reborn. Wu Jiang seemed to see the world collapse in front of him, and then quickly rebuilt, and then burst again. The power of life and death overlapped and superimposed. .

"What kind of palm is this?"

"That power actually contains the reincarnation of heaven and earth. Although it is not strong, it has involved the secret of heaven and earth. How did this boy understand it?"

Dozens of thoughts hovering in the Falling God Valley were shocked. The intertwined power of life and death is clearly the mysterious power of reincarnation and the power of heaven and earth.

Facing this palm, Wu Jiang's body vibrating slightly, and even his soul began to tremble.

What a terrible palm. Wu Jiang's face became more and more solemn. A Canglan sword opened and closed, which exerted the swordsmanship to the limit, but his fingers were painted behind him, and mysterious runes flashed at his fingertips.

Boom!

The red abyss sword and the Canglan sword intersect again, and the water vitality and fire vitality annihilate each other.

However, the palm of reincarnation has broken Wu Jiang's protective mana, and the power of reincarnation that can distort the soul has fallen. The power of reincarnation is an attack on the soul. Before it is real, Wu Jiang's soul begins to shake, and the virtual shadow condensed in the middle of his eyebrows shows signs of collapse.

Just when everyone thought that Wu Jiang was determined to be defeated, suddenly, Wu Jiang's figure disappeared, and a strange rune lit up from the place where Wu Jiang disappeared.

The secret charm of heaven!

Shen Chong's eyes shrank. The secret charm of the sky was not the same as the secret charm used by Wu Jiang a year ago. The original illusory and scattered charm was actually incomparable by Wu Jiang.

It is rumored that every world is formed by a fairy who has won the Taoism, and the secret charm of heaven is the idea of a fairy. Hundreds of millions of ideas converge in the whole world and are hidden in it. The laws of the world are gathered on the secret symbols, and controlling these secret symbols is equivalent to controlling the whole world.

The trajectory of heaven is unpredictable. Now it has been refined into reality, and it has been disguised into truth. With this hand alone, Wu Jiang has been invincible.

The hidden charm slowly dissipated, and Wu Jiang's figure appeared again.

"I didn't expect that Brother Shen was carrying so many peerless martial arts and Taoism. So far, he hasn't used the best little thunder skills. It seems that you really have a lot of adventures this year. Originally, I wanted to teach you a lesson, but now it seems that I'm afraid that I am not strong enough, and I underestimate you. Shall we continue to fight?" Wu Jiang's voice was indifferent, but there was a trace of fatigue, and his breath also declined a little. It seemed that the secret charm of heaven was also extremely consumed by him.

Shen Chong naturally had no problem. He felt a little puzzled about the fight, but now he began to calm down: "Brother Wu's moves are exquisite, and I admire him. It was an unintentional mistake. It seems a little too much for Ming Wang Hall to act like this."

Wu Jiang waved his hand and said, "Since I can't beat you, the Ming King Hall will no longer restrain you, but you don't need to put your beak on the rules set by the elder Feng Da. Presumably you will soon be able to step into the realm of soul. At that time, only the head of the master is qualified to punish you."

As soon as his body turned, an imperceptible strange smile appeared on his face. He set up a light and flew out of the Fallen Valley.

With Shen Chong's consent, the prohibition in Luoshen Valley did not stop it. The light curtain around was opened, and Wu Jiang flew out.

At the moment when Wu Jiang stepped out of the God Valley, a magnificent consciousness came, and the voice sounded like thunder:

"If you despise my Mingwang Hall, you will have to pay the price, a small punishment and a big discipline, with authentic rules."

When the sound came to people, a huge palm shadow flew down, white and flawless, crystal like jade, with more than a hundred feet of squares, covering the whole Luoshen Valley platform. The sky immediately became dark, and the palm contained the power to destroy everything, as if all life had been cut off.

Under this power, it is difficult for Shen Chong to stand. His body trembles and his face turns pale. This force is still above Mrs. Qiu Yan. He is a strong man with six turns of soul. Such figures are already at the suzerain level in the sect and will not take action at will at all.

"Who is this?"

Shen Chong was shocked, and a sense of despair gushed out in his heart. This is not a small punishment. It is clear that he wants his life. If he can achieve the convergence of three turns and five elements of the soul, it is also possible to escape a glimmer of life. But now, both mana and magic weapons are crushed to death, and even the seal of heaven and earth can not be sacrificed, and he can only close his eyes and wait for death.