"If you don't come out, you will be tied up like hedgehogs. Hahaha, if you kneel down and beg me, I can consider letting you go."
Zuo Jun did not hide the sarcasm in his eyes, and looked at the crowd proudly from a height.
But to his disappointment, he didn't see any scene of kneeling begging for mercy. Instead, there were pairs of cold and contemptuous eyes, and he couldn't help shouting angrily, "You are as disgusting as Yang Qingxuan, go to hell, take it!"
The poisonous shield shrank suddenly and buckled on the barrier. Even with the power of the holy world's silver artifact, coupled with the blessing of Meng Duan's martial soul, it couldn't withstand it for a little bit.
"No, it's going to be broken."
Cracks began to appear on the barrier.
Du Ruo gritted her teeth, her face was gloomy.
Although Zuo Jun's strength was suppressed by the yang energy here, he was still far superior to them.
"Remove the enchantment and fight with him!"
Chen Zhen held the Jiaoruo Youlong, took a deep breath, looked through the poisonous thorns, and looked at Zuo Jun behind him resolutely.
Du Ruo and Meng Duan looked at each other and nodded, then Du Ruohao retracted his wrist, and the barrier instantly dissipated.
Meng Duan shouted loudly, stepped on his toe, and shot up like a sharp arrow.
With one hand, the Jinying flower array volleys and draws thousands of runes, shining golden light, forming a shield to protect the front of the body.
Du Ruo held thousands of thunderbolts and spread them all over his body, as if he had turned into thunderbolts, and they were also forced up from different directions.
The rest of the people also shot one after another.
Zuo Jun sneered, and shouted: "Poison Hand Zun Fist——The Hammer of Erosion Yin!"
Tens of thousands of poisonous gases came in with hammers, and a green glow exploded and swept away!
"Bang bang bang!"
There was a sound of explosion, and everyone's attacks were crushed under the poisonous hammer.
The poisonous mang was more than powerful, and the volley condensed into a rain of arrows and shot at everyone.
A huge ice prism opened in the air, blocking the rain of arrows from the poisonous hammer, but it shattered in an instant, turning into dots of white light and dissipating in the air.
But just as the ice prism shattered, a silver light suddenly appeared.
Chen Zhen's figure came firmly, with white wings spread out behind his back, a silver gun engulfed the mountains and rivers, and the iron horse neighed, it seemed that there were thousands of troops coming through time and space.
"Martial spirit—Qianjiang stepping on the snow!"
"Boom!"
Zuo Jun's complexion changed, and he placed the poisonous hammer in front of him to resist the power of the mountains and rivers.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the poisonous hammer was pierced by the silver spear, and went straight into Zuo Jun's shoulder!
"Zi!"
Jiaoruo Youlong resists the poisonous gas, and when the poisonous gas is dispelled, the reaction is even more intense. With the extremely strong air wave, the gun's power is stirred up in circles, causing the rocks to tremble, like a hundred ghosts crying together.
"This, what kind of gun is this?! Damn it!"
Zuo Jun's left shoulder trembled, and a shrill cry burst out of his mouth, but Chen Zhen's face changed drastically.
The tip of the spear only penetrated an inch and a half before it was grasped by a skinny hand, but seeing Zuo Jun's blood red eyes, he stared at him like a ghost and said, "How dare you hurt me, haha, go to hell!"
A stream of poisonous gas gushed out from his chest, turned into a spear, and directly pierced Chen Zhen's body.
"puff!"
Chen Zhen spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were filled with unwillingness, and then he shook his body, and was thrown out by Zuo Jun together with the silver spear.
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, Chen Zhen fell to the ground and slid more than ten feet away. The poison of the poisonous spear spread from his belly to the surroundings. His face was already pale and his lips were black and purple.
Zuo Jun covered his wound, and under the flow of venom, it was slowly healing.
After the blink of an eye, it was as if there was no injury.
"Ha, you want to kill me, dreaming!"
Zuo Jun's face was gloomy and cold. He was about to clean up Chen Zhen, but when he looked on the ground, he found that Chen Zhen had disappeared.
He stared at the ground, and suddenly swung the poisonous hammer, hitting the ground with a "boom", and immediately exploded with a "boom boom".
An alfalfa flower came out from the ground, and the two figures of Lan Yan and Chen Zhen flew out and fell to the ground far away, both seriously injured.
The rest of the people were terrified, Du Ruo gritted his teeth fiercely, made quick moves with both hands, and shouted: "Go!"
Yu Lei emerged, his body swelled into a ball, and when he opened his mouth, a cloud of lightning shot out.
…
Under the ancient temple, Yang Qingxuan, who was cultivating in the pool, knew nothing about what happened above.
He is in a wonderful state. After the powerful yang spirit energy is poured into his body, he will soon condense the sixth flaming yang qi, and the six qi will merge into one in his dantian, and immediately a huge monster will appear "in front of his eyes". palm.
The palm was very rough, but it was as steady as a mountain.
Near the two lines on the palm, there are six scorching light spheres floating, like the scorching sun in the sky.
Yang Qingxuan felt great pressure just from the inner vision in his imagination, and his temples were drenched in cold sweat.
The six yangs fluctuated between the two lines, seeming to follow a certain trajectory, revealing a powerful martial intent.
The water in the pool suddenly began to change, the color gradually turned crimson, and a large number of blisters "bubbled" out.
The water of the Tianhe River is the most yang thing in the star field of the sky. Although after countless years of volatilization, its efficacy is not as good as before, but it is not something Yang Qingxuan can easily bear.
When the "six suns" in the visualization condensed, the yang aura in his body reached a saturated state, and the rest of the yang aura flowed along the meridians and flowed into the fire cloud imprint on the left shoulder.
After a long time, the imprint suddenly became brighter, and then a trance phantom condensed behind it, standing in the pool without distinguishing its face.
The phantom raised his hand, purple flames burned out from the palm, the pool water suddenly became violent, a large amount of yang energy emerged from the water, turned into thousands of crimson rays of light, gathered on the purple flames.
The Ziyan is very weak, jumping like a candle flame, those red lines spread out above the Ziyan, turning into a disc, with words appearing inside, and from time to time, a golden light flashes out.
Yang Qingxuan's body trembled slightly, and he also seemed to feel the abnormality of the fire cloud imprint, and frowned slightly.
"What's going on? There seems to be an abnormality in the Enemy Martial Soul Seal that day!"
Yang Qingxuan's mind was divided, and the palm print in front of him immediately shook, and began to fade away, about to disappear from the visualization.
He was taken aback, and hurriedly put aside his distracting thoughts, and focused all his attention on the palm, only then did the palm become clear again.
Then, the six suns in the palm suddenly spun like a wheel, and it seemed that there were only six fireballs left in the whole world, roaring and oppressing Yang Qingxuan.
Yang Qingxuan broke out in a cold sweat, his body trembled, and all the power of the six yangs in the visualization were integrated into his body, wandering through his limbs and bones without any hindrance.
He couldn't help the ecstasy, and said: "Liuyang Palm, finally you're done!"
Excited, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the zhenqi in his body suddenly rose, and he felt that his strength had increased several times in an instant!
"Mid Spirit Martial Stage!"
The moment he comprehended the true meaning of Liuyang Palm, he also broke through the realm at the same time and stepped into the middle stage of Lingwu!
(end of this chapter)