A temple is made of basalt iron, dark and heavy. Thirty-three pillars connect the top and the base, and even the tiles are watered with molten iron to connect them together.
I don't know how much it weighs!
Ordinary people may not be able to carry even a tile of the temple, but for the third child, this is just a weapon for him to fight.
"boom!"
The ten golden chariots were smashed to pieces by the Xuanwu Temple. The iron cables connecting the chariots could not bear it, and the huge force was all broken.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
The three golden chariots fell into the icy cold lake, just like iron bulls sinking into the sea, only to stir up three white waves.
There are also three golden chariots, which were deformed by the impact of the Xuanwu Temple, and the golden light above them dimmed. In the snow field, three deep broken traces were left.
"The Dansu gold in the Sifang Tianhou Mansion is really worthless. A chariot is an enemy of ten thousand troops. I don't think the combat power is very good!" In the palm, gently rotate.
The power of the golden chariot is naturally not bad, and the cultivation of Ning Fengdao is also very high, but in one encounter, he suffered a big loss. Six of the ten golden chariots were lost.
This is just one trick!
Swish! Swish!
Qin Ming and Ji Yunyun flew out of the amethyst chariot and stood on the high deck of the divine ship.
The two of them were distinguished guests of Ning Fengdao, and they appeared at the moment to cheer for Ning Fengdao.
"The descendants of the evil sect are indeed well-deserved, but it's a pity that the world is prosperous now, and the cultivation of immortals is the world. You dare to be born, aren't you courting death?" Qin Ming snorted coldly.
"What a mouthful!"
The third one stepped on the lake, causing countless water droplets. With a wave of his sleeves, a piece of spiritual light fanned out. The cold water droplets were immediately covered with a layer of metallic light, like a meteor streaking across.
Everyone is very taboo about the descendants of the evil sect, and they dare not carry it.
Qin Ming's sword art has taken it to a higher level. He has cultivated the Qin family's "All Swords to One" to a very high level. With one sword shot, the sword light is divided into two, two into four, and four into eight... It has been transformed into Four hundred and twenty-two sword shadows.
The sword shadow condenses into a long dragon, like a torrent composed of ten thousand swords!
An ancient iron scroll flew out from Ji Yunyun's back, and a picture was drawn with a stylus on it.
"puff!"
"puff!"
The four hundred and twenty-two sword shadows were scattered by water droplets, and the iron scroll was pierced by water droplets!
The cultivation base of the third child is too high, even if they only hit two drops of water, they have already exhausted their means and severely injured both of them.
Qin Ming and Ji Yunyun retreated at the same time, their bodies were thrown a hundred feet away, and they fell into the snow field by the lake, hitting two deep pits.
A blood hole was blasted out of Qin Ming's chest, and blood was thrown all over the snow, which was quickly frozen into blood slag; Ji Yunyun's right hand was almost broken, and pieces of spiritual light flowed from the wound. come out.
The peerless children of the two top families in Nantai Mansion were unable to catch the third one's move together, and were easily hit hard.
"Qin Ming was defeated so easily. He is the number one master of the younger generation of the Qin family." Wang Meng couldn't believe his eyes. Even if the third child was strong, he couldn't easily defeat a genius from a top family. .
The defeat was too fast, making them unacceptable for the monks who came to Nantai Mansion.
"It's not because of talent, it's because the gap in cultivation is too big!" Feng Feiyun thought that the speed of cultivation was fast enough to gain a foothold in the younger generation, but after seeing the cultivation of Su Yun and the third child, he felt There is still a big gap between himself and the real powerhouses of the younger generation.
The cultivation base is still too low, how can we break through to a higher realm in the shortest time
These people present are the heroes of the younger generation. Many cultivation bases have reached the great perfection of the gods. Only when they reach that realm can they be qualified to participate in the competition of the heroes. Otherwise, they can only do one as they are now. bystander.
Feng Feiyun also wants to fight, and also wants to show his edge, the need for strength in his heart is getting stronger and stronger...
Talent is high, what's the use? It is still necessary to have a strong combat power, which is the capital of the roost. Just like Shi Yelai has already reached the epic level of talent, but it is not because the cultivation base only has the first level of destiny, and it cannot be compared with the old-fashioned eight epic-level geniuses. Can't even compete with Princess Luofu.
If you want to be undefeated in a hundred battles, you must first make yourself strong.
Genius is only the future powerhouse, and this world is the stage for the powerhouse!
"boom!"
Ning Fengdao has reached Shenji Great Consummation for many years and ranks 40th in the "Hundred Pagodas", but at this moment, he was defeated by the third child, severely injured by the Xuanwu Temple, lying on the lake, kneeling on one knee, mouth Constantly coughing up blood.
"I already said that the Vientiane Pagoda has declined, Ning Fengdao, your talent is good, you actually let me use the third-level cultivation base to defeat you. The Vientiane Pagoda has declined, if you are willing to submit to my Senluo Palace, the third Hall, I promise that within three years, your cultivation will be ten times stronger than it is now." The third oldest had a sinister smile on his green face, and the laughter lingered in the night sky for a long time.
The third child is also a young man, even younger than Ning Fengdao, but his cultivation base is already terrifying, causing the countless Vientiane Pagoda students present to bow their heads silently.
Ning Fengdao was a little hesitant in his heart. He was not only defeated by the third child, but also his heart. Could it be that Senluo Temple is really more powerful than the Vientiane Tower
Otherwise, how could you fail
It must be so!
It must be so!
Under the door of Bairu Senluo Palace, maybe it really has a better future!
Feng Feiyun was standing beside an old willow tree in the lake. The little demon was wearing a white fox fur, holding a white cat and holding his sleeve. His big round eyes stared at him without blinking. Ning Fengdao kneeling on the ground.
"Brother, he ranks 40th on the "Hundred Pagodas List". Why does the hero of the younger generation knelt on the ground but doesn't stand up?" The little demon's voice was sweet, and she was inexperienced in the world.
"He was afraid of being beaten. A person's body is maimed, and he can stand up from the ground; but if a person's heart is beaten, he can never stand up again." Feng Feiyun said.
"Brother, you lied, he stood up!" The little demon stared at Ning Fengdao who stood up slowly.
"He's actually still kneeling!" Feng Feiyun held the little demon's little hand with his backhand, led her to turn around and left, walking towards the snow-covered wasteland, leaving two footprints, one large and one small.
The cold wind roared and rolled up a thousand piles of snow, drowning their figures.
There are quite a few strong people in the Vientiane Tower, such as the third prince of the food country, Shi Yelai, Princess Luofu, and some people standing in the dark, but Feng Feiyun no longer wants to watch the battle that follows.
Even if someone can defeat the third child, or even the three highnesses, the Vientiane Pagoda has already lost.
"Brother, we won't fight for the name on the holy monument?" said the little demon.
"If you want to fight, I can send you back." Feng Feiyun was just walking forward, the pace was getting faster and bigger.
"Brother doesn't fight, I don't fight!" The little demon's legs are shorter than Feng Feiyun's, and his steps are smaller than Feng Feiyun's, but his walking speed is no slower than Feng Feiyun's.
Feng Feiyun and the little demon left, but the battle by the lake did not stop, as if no one knew they had left, and no one cared whether they left or stayed.
Bi Ningshuai also slipped away. He didn't leave because he was disappointed with the students of the Vientiane Tower, but was afraid of someone among the three His Royal Highnesses. He just wanted to walk as far as possible and never see that person.
However, Wang Meng stayed. He is a person who likes to watch lively events. The more lively the place is, the more he wants to squeeze into it.
This night is destined to be quite lively!
…
Four days later, there was still an expanse of snow.
The wind is still very urgent, fierce and cold.
The goose feather snow in the world has not stopped, and the snow on the ground is getting thicker and thicker, as if the whole world is about to enter an ice age.
"In the battle of the Holy Lake, the Vientiane Tower was completely defeated in the hands of Senluo Temple, ten times in ten battles, hey! Is the evil sect too powerful, or is the Vientiane Tower really in decline?"
A dilapidated mountain temple halfway up the mountain was full of spider webs, and a corner of the wall collapsed. A cold wind blew countless snowflakes from the leaking position.
The air was really cold. The copper stove that was originally incense sticks was covered with a layer of water, and the water was frozen into ice!
Beside the collapsed statue, some fleeing people raised a ball of firewood, and they were talking about it. Four days ago, the battle by the holy lake was full of sighs.
"I heard that the epic genius of the Vientiane Pagoda also made a move. It was the tenth shot, but it was only three thousand moves against His Royal Highness from the fourth hall of the Senluo Hall. After three thousand moves, he also failed miserably. ."
These tattered people are all local practitioners in Sansheng County, but after the corpse evil invaded Sansheng County, their immortal gates were broken, and the same gate was killed and injured.
It was not until recently that the geniuses of the major sects poured into Sansheng County and killed countless corpses, and their days of hiding in Tibet were a little better.
"Princess Luofu didn't make a move. If she made a move, she might be able to win a game for the Vientiane Tower!" someone said.
"His Royal Highness in the Senluo Palace who held the red lotus in his hand didn't make a move either. It was rumored that these two women had fought each other across the air, and the outcome is unknown."
"Hey! Anyway, the Vientiane Pagoda is known as the No. 1 Holy Land in the world, but it has been defeated in ten battles and ten defeats in front of the descendants of the evil sect. I am afraid that for a long time in the future, the students of the Vientiane Pagoda will not be able to raise their heads."
"This is the evil sect that is about to be born, to step on the Vientiane Tower and shock the world!"
"Then is there anyone who has left a name on the holy monument?" A young man's voice sounded from outside the temple.
Outside the temple, the wind is rushing!
The sound of the tearing wind could not drown out this young voice!
The refugees in the ruined temple on the mountainside kept silent and looked out of the old and broken windows!
"Da da!"
Two footsteps came from outside the mountain temple.
A teenager wearing a Vientiane Tower student robe, holding a little girl's hand, came from the thick snow.