The rebellion of the Yuan family reappeared seven hundred years ago, and they were blocked in the third ring, which not only shocked Yuan Laoshen and Yuan Lingxiao, but also shocked the surrounding cultivators. The atmosphere was terribly suppressed, but Fang Okay, after seeing Uncle Eleven appearing, he seemed to understand a lot of things, and nodded with a smile, then turned around calmly, holding a magic sword, facing him who had already been beaten violently by him. Mr. Fusu, who had lost the strength to resist, walked over, and easily wanted to cut off his head...
"Old Jiu, get out of the way!"
Yuan Lingxiao was worried about Fusu, whose life was hanging in the hands of others, but he couldn't hold back his temper no matter what. With a roar, he swung his fist and punched Bai Qianzhang. With the whistling wind of endless punches, his eyes were also gray and purple. Chi, in the void, there unexpectedly appeared countless strange warriors, roaring and rushing towards Bai Qianzhang, making his fist seem to have thrown out a battlefield at the same time. Swinging forward and rolling over, not to mention the divine power in it, just that scene is extremely terrifying.
What he used was the Hunyuan Crossing Demon Sutra, one of the three major immortal arts of the Yuan family!
Facing this horrific scene, Bai Qianzhang's robe fluttered, and he stood still in the void, showing no intention of getting out of the way. Instead, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he slowly raised his finger. Many phantoms appeared in the air, quickly Draw a rune and press it!
As soon as you point it out, it seems that the world slows down!
All the unjust warriors who rushed towards him seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and their movements became slower and slower!
Only his finger seemed to be in a hurry, and as soon as he pointed out, a symbol was drawn on the heads of all the innocent souls, and then, in the void of the sky, countless purple qi suddenly appeared, intertwined and intertwined. When he got up, a huge cage was formed, and all the soul warriors whose brows had been marked with runes were all included in the envelope at the same time, and they were suppressed rumblingly.
Even Yuan Lingxiao, who had swung that punch, was taken aback, and instantly retreated a hundred feet to avoid this catastrophe!
But Bai Qianzhang just glanced at him lightly, and said softly: "It's been seven hundred years, and you still haven't really penetrated this Hunyuan Crossing Demon Sutra, so you can only rely on some evil methods to bless your mana, so what? Can you really understand Feng Xian's original intention?"
"you… "
Yuan Lingxiao's face had turned ashen, and his eyes were full of angry light.
Bai Qianzhang's voice was not loud, but in front of everyone, his scars were uncovered, making him extremely embarrassed!
I am the Patriarch of the Yuan Family, the well-known successor of the Hunyuan Crossing Demon Sutra, but he actually taught himself in front of everyone, as if seven hundred years ago, no matter how hard he tried to practice, he would calmly tell him the direction of cultivation same mistake...
At that time, my talent was not as good as his, so that's all!
Now that seven hundred years have passed, and he has become the head of the Yuan family, he still wants to teach him this!
Why is he still so annoying
When Dapeng Xiewang, who was watching the battle from a distance, saw this finger, his face was ashen, and he recalled the very bad past...
This person is still so strong!
Everyone said that the Yuan family was a freak seven hundred years ago, but after all, I have never seen it, but this white-haired guy actually looks like a freak. , fierce and invincible, who can stop it
It happened that this guy showed up and sealed himself with a single finger. I don't know how he did it for three hundred years!
Now that I have really seen his shot again, I can feel the huge and mysterious realm. It is indeed the most mysterious sealing technique among the three immortal arts of the Yuan family. It claims that even real immortals can be sealed. With one punch, he can get the strength of countless warriors, but Bai Qianzhang broke his law with just one finger and sealed all the ghost warriors. If he hadn't escaped so quickly, Even Yuan Lingxiao himself could not escape being sealed...
But when Old Immortal Yuan saw this scene, his expression became even more lonely.
This is the junior I was most optimistic about back then...
At that time, the Yuan family, with nine sons in one family, shined brilliantly and had a bright future...
But what I value most is just that innate Dao body and the talented and intelligent old nine in front of me. When it comes to talent, that freak is naturally far better than others, but he is too proud, so proud that he doesn't even want to Walking the path of practice that the ancestors of the Yuan family walked, but he was determined to create his own path. Therefore, in terms of his own favor, he still prefers this sensible old nine Yuan Shaobai. Back then, I personally pointed out, and imparted all my insights...
But, later on, who would have expected that such a thing would happen
As the ancestor of the Yuan family, of course I have to consider for the Yuan family. Maybe that's wrong, but it's good for the Yuan family, right
It's just that what I, an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, can't figure out is that it was obviously the right choice, but why did such an accident happen? When I saw this junior whom I loved again, his demeanor was the same as in the past, quiet and plain, showing admirable talent and intelligence, even Yuan Lingxiao was contrasted by his vulgarity and unbearable teaching...
At this moment, after practicing for thousands of years, the old immortal Yuan, who had cultivated a heart that does not move like a rock, lost his mind for a moment. If he hadn't done that back then, he would have lost his first innate Taoism body. Afterwards, there was a second innate Dao body to look forward to, and even if that second innate Dao body could not grow up, if the second Tianjiao of the Yuan family at that time was well trained, it would be enough to provoke the Yuan family. After his death, he safely guarded the fate of the Yuan family, the prosperous ethnic group for thousands of years, right
While Old Immortal Yuan was slightly distracted, Fang Xing had already walked up to Mr. Fusu and raised the magic sword in his hand.
"I have to kill you. If I don't kill you, I'll reveal my secrets. Fortunately, Uncle Eleven showed up at the right time..."
He muttered, he put his foot on Mr. Fusu's chest, and swung the sword in his hand to cut off his head.
"I... I am a fairy baby... you... how dare you insult me like this?"
Young Master Fusu was still staring at his bloodshot eyes until this time, as if unwilling to admit his failure.
"Until now you don't know how you lost?"
Fang Xing suddenly became serious, and looked coldly at Mr. Fusu's eyes full of unwillingness.
With such a serious look, even Fusu was slightly taken aback, looking at him fixedly.
Although he didn't speak, judging from that expression, he clearly wanted to know the answer very much.
"Because the young master is much better than you..."
But after a serious appearance, Fang Xing suddenly returned to his smiling face, and swung the magic sword.
Mr. Fusu was fooled by him for a while, but his expression froze. After a long while, endless anger surfaced, and a roar came out from his chest, like a desperate beast, shocking the whole world. At the same time, he spurted out a big mouthful of blood, but it was directly gasped. From the center of his forehead, deep in the sea of consciousness, there was an inaudible "click" sound...
"Um?"
Fang Xing felt that something was wrong, he was startled for a moment, and in the next second, he saw Mr. Fusu's forehead, a divine light flickered suddenly, and a strange breath came out. He subconsciously thought that Fusu was unwilling to accept it. He wanted to fly out of the dharma to resist, but he didn't take it seriously, but after looking over it, he suddenly found that it was not like that. Mr. Fusu's dharma flew into the air, and he didn't shoot at him, but was in pain. Struggling, faintly, there is an aura of splitting, about to collapse...
"Can Nascent Soul self-destruct?"
Fang Xing was taken aback, and stepped back several tens of feet in an instant, but when he looked closely, he found that it didn't mean to explode himself.
Inside Mr. Fusu's Nascent Soul, there seems to be a force, struggling in pain, about to split out...
Feeling this aura, his fearful expression gradually disappeared, and a sense of surprise appeared, and then he laughed out loud.
"This is the secret of your fairy baby?"
He suddenly rushed forward, slashed at Fusu Yuanying with a sword, and laughed loudly at the same time: "Good thing..."
"not good… "
Sensing this aura, Old Immortal Yuan was also taken aback suddenly, reacted from a slight loss of consciousness, and stepped forward with one step, the terrifying aura on his body spread to the surroundings like a tide, suppressing the heavens, As for himself, a big hand manifested, grabbing towards the arena overwhelmingly, anxious to stop Fang Xing from cutting Fusu's sword...
At this critical time, he has spared no effort, even if he ruins the ancient ring of this Yaochi!
The old gods of the Yuan family took action in person, and the power of transcending catastrophe was overwhelming, who could resist it
But just before his big hand, the white shadow flashed, and Bai Qianzhang's immortal figure appeared...
Facing the full-strength attack of Old Immortal Yuan, he looked so insignificant, like a praying man's arm blocking a car!
But even if he was blocking the car with his arms, he didn't have the slightest intention of giving way. Instead, he summoned up all his mana and pushed forward fiercely, holding the sky with both hands, holding the big hand that descended from the old god Yuan. , and at the same time, there was endless grief and indignation in his voice, and he yelled at Old Immortal Yuan: "It's been seven hundred years, and you're still like this, and you're still so eccentric! It's still so unfair!"
Forcibly resisting the big hands of old god Yuan Gailuo, Bai Qianzhang roared angrily, his white hair fluttering like a white silk in the wind...
"He is also your descendant, why are you so unfair?"
"Why do you sacrifice my child every time?"
"Why have you been refusing to give him a fair chance?"
This roar of grief and indignation was transmitted heavily into the ears of Old Immortal Yuan, making his heart beat wildly.
Looking at Bai Qianzhang's sad and indignant expression, his heart seemed to have been pinched severely and stopped beating.
At the same time, there is really endless sense of guilt rising in my heart, like a tide, galloping thousands of miles...
But this sense of guilt caused old immortal Yuan to pause for a moment, but Fang Xing, in this rare opportunity, jumped in front of Mr. Fusu, and slashed his sword fiercely. At the time of the Nascent Soul, after that, there was only a "click", and the Nascent Soul of Mr. Fusu looked miserable, and looked at Fang Xing in despair, and then gradually many cracks appeared, and then burst open with a "pop" Well, from the Nascent Soul, a ray of divine light escaped, colorful and brilliant, shining brightly on the heaven and earth, rushing straight towards the Nine Heavens!
"return!"
Fang Xing was full of ecstasy, and chased after Shenguang. He spread his six arms at the same time, and hugged Shenguang.