"sharp!"
Lin Yang looked down and nodded secretly.
Master Zhuang's inscriptions are definitely above the Qingyun Zongmo's thousands of years, but with this condensed pen, the method of writing the heaven and earth inscriptions is enough to be proud of the entire Azure Spirit Realm.
On the other side, the Golden Cicada Temple, Hehuan Sect, Wenjian Sect, and Xuanshuang Palace, each invited the strongest sages, and offered monstrous killer moves.
Golden photovoltaic wand!
Acacia bell!
Watch me ask Sword Sect’s Seven Star Slashing Moon Formation!
A mere beast, dare to make an axe in front of my Profound Frost Shrine and give me ice!
For a time, the sky was full of brilliant killer moves, like a fireworks party, but behind every brilliant color, there were horrible killer moves that shattered vitality.
In the face of such an attack, unless the cold tortoise is really a holy beast, it will be extremely difficult to withstand such a terrible attack. Judging from the fact that it confronted Slaughter Qianshang just now, this strange beast is at best transformed. The [Peak Beast Emperor] is far from reaching the realm of crushing the audience.
Ouch!
However, since this ancestor of the cold tortoise dared to come out, he had the terrible combat power of not fearing powerful enemies.
Facing the overwhelming attacks from the six major sects, it turned over and turned its huge tortoise shell to face everyone, and its endless magical arts blasted on it, and it couldn't even leave a mark.
"What a hard turtle shell!"
"At least comparable to the eighth-order spiritual material!"
"Disperse, besieged his front, you can't hit this beast if you don't believe it!"
When everyone saw the cold tortoise shell, they were not surprised but rejoiced, and each of them had a greedy luster. Even without the holy medicine, being able to grab this tortoise shell would be a treasure.
At this moment, the lava lake below rose up into the sky and a magical shadow sprang out, and a three-headed six-armed Rakshasa real magical image carrying the fierce power that crushed the audience once again came to the world.
The magic of Rakshasa, the third level!
"Beast, die to me!"
Terrible slaughter of thousands, terrible Raksha Gong.
This supreme profound art was actually practiced to such an extreme level by him, almost comparable to the demon of the past dynasties of Rakshasa.
The three-headed six-armed demon face, each holding the devilish energy soaring into the sky, pierced the cold tortoise in the air as soon as the water came out, which happened to be the unprotected belly of the beast.
Ouch!
The cold tortoise has vast magical powers, and it actually reproduces the void escape technique between the electric light and flint, and escapes at the moment when the six-handed magic soldier penetrates the body.
Despite this, a blue cold tortoise's blood sprinkled in the sky, showering that slaughter Qianjun all over his face.
This demon, after all, injured the giant beast for the first time. With terrible combat power, six sects absolutely ruled the king.
"There, don't let him run away!"
The situation of the battle was changing rapidly, and at the moment when people were still amazed, they suddenly saw a huge bump in the southeast corner of the inscription by Master Zhuang, it was a giant beast that wanted to break out of the formation.
"Don't think about it!" Master Zhuang was also very prestigious at this moment, and he was responsible for the right way.
He ran the Chunqiu big pen and wrote three more heaven and earth inscriptions, which not only strengthened the defense of the circle, but also faintly injected a lightning bolt into it, directly revealing the original shape of the cold tortoise beast.
"Okay, come out, kill!"
The murderous aura of the crowd reappeared, countless magic tricks turned the sky, and at this moment, another Supreme Venerable appeared in the Holy Word Academy, carrying a small net exuding a touch of spiritual light in his hand.
"Beasts, precious views!"
Mencius and the old master were all red at the moment, and his fighting spirit was bold, and the small net in his hand burst out with a sealing power that shocked everyone at the moment when the cold tortoise materialized.
What a baby, so terrible!
The seal above can only, I am afraid that even the high-ranking emperor's profound soldiers will be sealed...
Sacred Word Academy, is it such a treasure that was newly refined, specifically for this campaign
The group was stunned, but saw that thirty-six spiritual lights flashed on the Sky Shocking God's network, which instantly became extremely huge, and the ancestor of the cold tortoise was immediately covered in it.
Ouch!
The giant tortoise in the air felt tight all over, and the psychic energy of the whole body was blocked in the Qi veins as if it was stuffed with a plug for a while, and the all-inclusive void escape technique was unable to be used for a while.
"Good means!"
The heroes were overjoyed. All kinds of methods such as King Kong's wand, Hehuan Bell, Seven-Star Sword and so on became useful, and they greeted the immobile giant tortoise one after another.
In the end, under the heavy blow of the three-headed six-armed Rakshasa, everything finally returned to quiet.
Wait a minute!
"Elder Slaughter is merciful and must never take the life of this beast."
In the crowd, only then did someone remember to remind Lian Qianshang.
Everyone was also able to kill, and they forgot to keep their hands. As a result, as soon as the battle was over, everyone rushed to the behemoth and looked nervously--
Fortunately, fortunately...
Not dead, still angry...
The heroes took a sigh of relief, and this earth-shattering battle was truly over.
However, just as everyone was breathing well, they saw that the magic net that had made the best effort in this battle suddenly flashed, and the giant beast inside shrank quickly, and at the same time flew to the Holy Word Academy in an instant. Mencius and Master's hands.
Hey hey!
Everyone's eyes are straight.
However, no one can do anything about it. After all, this net has contributed to the smooth capture of the Ten Thousand Years Cold Turtle this time.
Shengyan Academy has the initiative, and there is no other way.
Huh.
The tycoons of the five major sects all gathered around, and one by one looked at the master of the academy, Master Zi Zhuang Yiren.
"Master Zhuang, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect that this kind of supernatural power net was out of your courtyard. It's so enviable, haha!"
Asked the elder of Sword Sect [Ling Sword Master] and walked up with a smile, where was the arrogant appearance that had been sitting on the sidelines a little earlier, and he was closer than Zhuang Yiren's real brother.
"Yeah! This net is probably comparable to the top-ranked emperor's profound soldiers, and this seal profound energy is even more unique in the spiritual realm. Congratulations to Master Zhuang, haha." Over there, the elder of the Xuanshuang Temple [Xia Bingyan] is also Melting a cold face, he looked at Master Zhuang with a smile.
"Amitabha Buddha." Jin Chan Temple [the holy monk in the sky] put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.
"Oh, Mr. Zhuang is really not as demeanor as he was back then, and the slave family I watched feels itchy." The Hehuan Sect [Witch Wu Xian'er] was even more glamorous and cheerful.
The attitudes of these four companies suddenly reversed, and there is no other reason.
Now that the key to the Saint God’s Treasure is held in the hands of the Holy Word Academy, people are not happy. If the cold tortoise is let go, everyone will have to go home empty-handed. At this time, if you don’t come to make a good relationship, then It's really a fool...
"Haha..." Master Zhuang stroked his long beard and smiled slightly.
My heart is old, old and old...
Behind him, the literary students of the academy held their heads up, and they just felt that they were a little bit higher than others at once.
But at this moment, only the people of the Rakshasa Gate had a gloomy face, and their expressions were uglier than anyone else.
Whoever gets the cold tortoise can't let Shengyan College get it... What should I do now? Go up and grab it? Or go up and kneel and lick
So embarrassing!
Slaughter Qianshang felt a fire in his heart, and he couldn't perform his earth-shattering magic power, but something more annoying was coming right away.
Mencius and his son, who were holding the cold tortoise, were now smiling and handing the coveted cold tortoise to the hands of a young man in a green shirt that no one could have imagined.
"Young Master Lin, you own this spirit net, and you are at your disposal for the cold tortoise... Well, you can figure it out..."
what!
All the big guys present have eyeballs.
Especially Lian Qianshang, his teeth were almost broken.
This little net actually belongs to the boy in the green shirt
This, this, is really making a huge plane...
And Lin Yang unceremoniously took the Han Turtle from Mencius Yu's hand, with its signature devil smile on his face, hehe looked at the already purplish face of Tuo Qianshang.
"Oh, it seemed that someone was making trouble for me just now, and my hands were shaking and my heart was frightened. Hey, hey, the net is going to be loosened, what should I do?"
Little ancestor!
do not!
Everyone wanted to kneel for Lin Yang in an instant...
"Boy, you're looking for death!" Slaughter Thousandshang Demon shook the world, and when he was molested by a yellow-haired boy, he was immediately stared.
"Wow, I'm so scared, so scared, I'm so scared!"
Lin Yang raised his hand with the cold tortoise to block, and almost released the opening of the Fengling net. The cold tortoise ancestor inside also flopped, making everyone's eyes straight.
Which of the people present is not the old rivers and lakes, and no one can see that Lin Yang is sincerely opening the Raksha Gate at this moment.
But the current situation is that the cold tortoise is the most important thing, no one can guarantee that the alien beast will be caught again after it ran away.
"Don't let go!"
The Master Asking Jianzong Spirit Sword blew his beard fiercely and stared at Slaughter Qianshang: "Old Slaughter, are you enough? Could it be that today you are going to let us all go back empty-handed!"
"That's the reason." Xia Bingyan of the Xuanshuang Divine Palace said solemnly: "You suspect that Young Master Lin is the murderer of your child. Please show evidence, otherwise I will wait for you to be fierce!"
"Amitabha!" Kora saw the holy monk decisively seconded.
"Hey, Elder Slaughter, even the Slave family can't help you this time!" Wu Xianer smiled tremblingly, apparently he hadn't seen Slaughter Qianshang so embarrassed in many years.
Sad reminder.
Lian Qianshang was really sad at the moment like the tortoise on Lin Yang's hand.
He deliberately squeezed the head of the kid with a smirk on the opposite side, but even if he was truly magical, there was no way to suppress the master in the audience alone.
The most regrettable thing is that he now only perceives a trace of Rakshasa charm from Lin Yang's body, and there is no definite evidence. If he is killed, the five sects on the opposite side will definitely turn his face.
How angry!
Lun Qianshang squeaked his fists, finally turned bitterly, and walked back to the crowd of Luoshamen.
I'm soft... I'm really soft!
Ha ha!
The strongest fierce demon in the Blue Spirit Realm was smashed in front of a young man. This is simply a huge news legend!
All the students of the Holy Word Academy are happier now than they have obtained the Holy Medicine Shenzang.
Ren Xiaoyao quietly walked to Lin Yang's side, gave a thumbs up, and said: Niubi!
"Alright! Young Master Lin, no one will disrespect you anymore. Let's deal with this cold tortoise."
The big brothers really didn't like Lin Yang in their hearts, but now everything is focusing on treasure hunting. With this ten thousand years of cold tortoise, everyone will not be far away from the saint and god.