"No, I watched from a distance. That person is not challenging anyone, but challenging Beizong, Quanzong, and Quanbeizong. One person challenges all Beizong Fengshui masters! One person beats 10,000!" The big demon explained road. wWW!qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo!COm
Yao Tianshang: "...… !"
A crowd of monsters: "...… …!"
There was a moment of silence in the hall.
"Asshole, how is it possible?" Yao Tianshang suddenly scolded.
"It's true, it really started. The Feng Shui master came to control a hundred dragon veins, and one person played against a hundred, but one hundred Feng Shui masters are still not its opponents. More and more Feng Shui masters from the North Zong joined the battle circle. Now!" The big demon swore a curse immediately.
"The demon king, it seems to be true. The person came here to fight with feng shui, and it seems that this person's feng shui technique is extremely powerful!" a big demon frowned.
"The two strongest feng shui masters in the world, Li Canglan, the tomb ghost fire! Li Canglan's life and death are unknown, who is here?" Another person worried.
"Demon Sovereign, you stay here to recover the ghost fire from the tomb, but the Feng Shui technique of the Northern Sect is too powerful. Now, this Feng Shui master provoked the Bei Zong for the same purpose as you?" A big demon frowned.
Yao Tianshang's eyes condensed: "Let's go, go and see, and, the bat king, transfer all the people near you, bats have a certain immunity to Feng Shui, in case there is a change!"
"Yes!" a big demon said immediately.
"go!"
Stepping, Yao Tianshang led a group of great monsters flying out of the main hall, and flew quickly toward the Beizong of Feng Shui.
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Feng Shui Beizong, South!
More and more Feng Shui divisions join the battle group.
"Ang!" "Ang!" "Ang!"...……
More and more earth dragon veins were extracted, and one earth dragon vein broke out with great feng shui power.
Now, there are already two thousand Beizong Huanglongs fighting against Yin and Yang.
Big brother's face is extremely ugly, two thousand against one hundred? There are not many yellow dragons in front of them that serve yin and yang. Why can't the Beizong gather so many dragon veins to win
If it were decades ago, Feng Yin and Yang would indeed not be so capable.
But in the past fifty years, Feng Yin and Yang followed Yan Chuanmeng into the heavens, and the power of fate increased by as much as 10,000 years, and in the "Xianjie", he played against countless Fengshui masters. Eat thoroughly.
Right now, Li Canglan!
For the two great feng shui sacred places, except for the suzerain, everyone else is just a servant.
Take the master to the servant! No matter how many you have? Feng Yin and Yang has now formed its foundation, and its cultivation has reached the Upper Void Realm, without fear of your Beizong disciple.
As long as the tomb ghost fire is not personally shot, in Feng Shui, Feng Yin and Yang will be fearless.
"Go on, mobilize more dragon veins for me, I will tear his hundreds of dragon veins into pieces!" Senior Brother shouted angrily.
The big brother now represents the Beizong. This is no longer a question of winning or losing, but a question of dignity. We must defeat Fengyin and Yang.
"Boom!"
As the earth tumbling, Wanlong roared, and the dragon shook the sky.
The entire Beizong knew that something major had happened, and the dragon veins continued to skyrocket.
Two thousand, three thousand, four thousand, one by one dragon veins converge, like a big river rushing, to completely destroy Fengyin and Yang.
"Longmai Dayan!" Feng Yin and Yang gave a soft drink.
A huge compass came out under my feet.
Above the compass, a hundred yellow dragons struggling with Yin and Yang suddenly trembled.
"call!"
One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, eight becomes sixteen...……
Hundreds of yellow dragons that provide yin and yang have become more, more and more. Hundreds have become thousands, and thousands have become 5,000, and they are skyrocketing towards ten thousand.
Of course, every time it doubles, Huanglong fades out a lot.
"Feng Shui evolves? Are you going to destroy these hundred dragon veins?" Senior Brother was surprised.
"It's not just destroyed, how can it evolve so much, it's impossible!" Senior brother exclaimed.
"Boom!" "Boom!"...
More and more dragon veins in the Northern Sect collided vigorously with the dragon veins that grew from yin and yang.
The essence of the earth is constantly being extracted by the two parties. As farther and farther away, the land becomes degraded, the sand and fog are soaring, and the smog is raging!
Rumble!
It is indeed not a lie to fight 10,000 per person for Yin and Yang!
In the smog, Wanlong competed. The fight is not open.
But despite such fierce fighting, the ghost fire in the grave did not come out.
The mountain where Yan Chuan, Baiditian, and Liu Jin stood was completely drained of its essence at this moment, turned into a pile of dust, and formed a huge smog in the battle of great strength!
Yan Chuan, Bai Ditian, and Liu Jin flew up into the sky, standing in the air, looking at the battlefield, but watching, the three of them suddenly raised their brows and turned their heads!
But they saw three figures standing not far away at the moment.
Dream of Hongying and Renshu, dream of three lives!
Seeing Yan Chuan, Meng Hongying was first happy, and then worried.
Ren Shu's eyes were shining brightly, looking at Yan Chuan unexpectedly and curiously. Because Renshu has seen Yan Chuan, Yan Chuan's cultivation base has risen too fast, right? How many years has it been
The first of the three is Meng Sansheng!
At the moment Meng Sansheng was carrying a huge purple gourd that was nearly one person tall, his forehead slightly protruding, wearing a purple crown and purple Taoist robe, standing in front of the two, looking at the Yan Chuan three with a slightly condensed expression.
"Meng Sansheng, now the lord of Shenzong holy land, the queen's grandfather!" Baiditian immediately transmitted to Yan Chuan.
"Meng Sansheng?" Yan Chuan raised his brows.
As the Lord of the Holy Land, Yan Chuan would not underestimate it.
Meng Sansheng glanced at the Wanlong War in the haze, and then turned to Yan Chuan and his party.
"Grandpa, this is Zizi's husband, the Great Emperor, Yan Chuan!" Meng Hongying explained from the side.
Meng Sansheng looked at Yan Chuan.
"I have seen the Holy Lord of Shenzong!" Yan Chuan solemnly said.
Although his impression of Shenzong's holy land was average, he was still Zizi's grandfather, and Yan Chuan still gave him enough respect!
Meng Sansheng looked at Yan Chuan, smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, and ignored it, as if he didn't like Yan Chuan at all.
The trace of contempt in the eyes suddenly changed Liu Jin's expression on the side, and Yan Chuan waved his hand gently to block Liu Jin's anger.
Yan Chuan smiled faintly. Since others look down on him, why should he respect him any more? Besides, Zizi has no feelings for this grandpa either.
Instead, Yan Chuan looked at Ren Shu and Meng Hongying.
Ren Shu's eyes rolled around, not knowing what he was thinking. As for Meng Hongying, he looked apologetic to Yan Chuan.
At Meng Hongying's apologetic expression, Yan Chuan smiled slightly, indicating that it was all right!
Meng Sansheng ignored Yan Chuan, but looked at Bai Ditian.
"Bai Ditian, it's been eight thousand years, and we have met again!" Meng Sansheng said lightly.
Bai Ditian frowned and looked at Meng Sansheng, nodding lightly.
"I heard that you surrendered to him now?" Meng Sansheng smiled.
Bai Ditian frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Meng Sansheng, just say if you have anything, don't bend around!"
"It's been eight thousand years, you just reincarnated, don't you remember that eight thousand years ago, you once sang a book of war against my Shenzong Sage?" Meng Sansheng said indifferently.
Bai Ditian frowned slightly and said, "That's a thing of the past!"
"Oh, it's a thing of the past. You didn't come to fight, but you ascended with your wife. Your wife ascended. You didn't succeed in crossing the catastrophe. Instead, you were reincarnated. You forgot. I didn't. The battle book is still on my table. I know that you have lost eight thousand years of practice. However, once the battle book is finished, it is down. I will not bully you. If I can take a punch, everything will be exposed!" Meng Sansheng said solemnly.
"Bai Ditian, he seems to want to test you!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.
Bai Ditian nodded solemnly.
Seeing Baidi Tianfu drinking Yan Chuan, Meng Sansheng paid attention to Yan Chuan with a little doubt.
However, he quickly turned to Baidi Tiandao: "Don't worry, I won't use my baby with just one punch!"
Bai Ditian looked at Yan Chuan.
Yan Chuan nodded lightly.
Meng Sansheng wanted to test Bai Ditian, and Yan Chuan also wanted to see the power of Meng Sansheng.
Baiditian stepped out.
In the distance, Meng Hongying and Renshu also retreated.
"Liu Jin, do you know why Bai Ditian gave birth to Meng San back then?" Yan Chuan asked in a deep voice.
Liu Jin shook his head: "There was very little information eight thousand years ago, and Bai Ditian was extremely calm. He rarely made such a move. There must be very important grievances back then. You need to ask Bai Ditian to know!"
Yan Chuan nodded and looked into the air.
The corner of Meng Sansheng's mouth smiled slightly, and the probing hand slammed down with a punch.
In the void, a huge purple fist was condensed.
As soon as the fist punched out, it rolled up the monstrous storm. This fist seemed to hit through the storm.
Bai Ditian's eyes condensed, and his hand also smashed away.
At the level of the two of them, any fancy spells seemed trivial.
The white fist gang and purple fist gang crashed.
"Boom!"
At the place where the fists collided, a blast of qi radiated out, and the qi burst out, violently suppressing the surrounding storms.
boom!
Under the huge fist-gang breath, the endless haze was washed away in an instant.
The fight between the two upper virtual realm strongest players suddenly shot out a great and fierce might.
Under the mighty power, a large number of Feng Shui masters below were immediately washed away, hiding behind Huanglong in horror, resisting the aftermath.
The battle of Wanlong stopped abruptly.
And where Yan Chuan was, there was also a blast, scouring Yan Chuan and Liu Jin.
At this moment, even if the aftermath hit, Yan Chuan did not move, but stared at Meng Sansheng.
I saw Meng Sansheng at this moment, when his pupils shrank, his pupils turned purple.
The purple pupils exude a faint light, staring at the fist gang where the two collided.
"No, pupil technique? Supernatural power? Meng Sansheng is not only to test Bai Ditian, what is he going to do?" Yan Chuan's expression sank.
"What kind of pupil technique is this?" Yan Chuan frowned and stared.