The sound of the piano rolls out, as if the air is boiling.

Lu Feng only felt that the blood in his body was completely boiling, and the spirit that was a little sluggish just now was also restored.

This is the last note, and it is also a final sound.

After this sound, Mo Ming's arm hung down, and she couldn't even use a trace of strength.

Blood wet her sleeves, but those eyes were still looking ahead.

If the Thousand Yang Immortals don't die, they all have to die.

The sound of the piano echoed through the mountains, and some notes fell on the stones, exploding them in an instant.

The last note, the last power.

Mo Yun was in the distance, looking at Mo Mingyu distressedly, and sighed mournfully: "This child, she can not use it today." ”

The monks of the entire Earth's Creation Realm and the Divine Realm were all watching this place.

They prayed for a miracle, even if the battle was now deadlocked.

However, immortals will be injured and will die, but they will never be exhausted.

His power comes from chaos.

Unless the entire universe is destroyed, the power of immortals will be endless.

In the small courtyard, Chen Anping stood with his hands in his hands.

In front of him, there are also wind and fire and big white geese.

His gaze was incomparably deep, the battle far away in the sky, everything was under his eyes.

"You can only rely on yourself, if you can't even pass this level, the soul feather demon level will not be able to pass. ”

Chen Anping did not make a move.

There is no point in him making a move now.

Whether this universe exists or is destroyed, the key lies not in him, but in the creatures of this universe.

He's just a spectator.

Fenghuo scratched his head uneasily, and looked at the sky with his eyes, it naturally knew what was happening, but it couldn't even participate in that kind of battle.

It said in its heart, this slave who has been with him for so long has finally become a god, and he has not ridden him yet, how can he die.

……

In the mountains, the wind is roaring, and the grass and trees are all soldiers.

Because in the hands of the Thousand Yang Immortals, there is nothing that is not his weapon.

Bai Li Xuan's face turned purple, he was hit several times, his injuries were already very serious, he had no strength to fight, and he almost fell down by his teeth.

He looked at Lu Feng.

The only one who insisted on the field was Lu Feng.

And, of course, Wang Yingqi, sniping at the enemy at the end of the fairy road.

"Immortal, how tall is it?"

Lu Feng kept echoing this sentence in his mind, his mother-in-law didn't tell him, but she told the big white goose.

The big white goose relayed it to himself.

Immortals, but as tall as people.

Rumble!

Qianyang Immortal's breath was a little urgent, but this palm was unhurried and fell directly from the head.

On the top of the cloudy mountain, the word "person" engraved on the stone plate flickered.

Just when that palm was about to hit Lu Feng, Lu Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

In his pupils, there were many people.

Those people are the people he has seen in his life, acquaintances, strangers, old people, young people, women, men, dead people, living people.

An individual, all turned into human characters.

As a result, there are thousands of Taoist characters.

Chaos has the power of chaos.

People have the power of man.

The power of sentient beings is also a force.

A chevron appeared in his fist.

The fist smashed into the cactus of the Thousand Yang Immortal.

If there are people on the mountain, they are immortals.

This is how the first immortal defined the strongest person in this universe.

Therefore, immortals are as tall as humans, but they just stand in different positions.

What's more, the Thousand Yang Immortals are still human races.

Rumble!

The explosion began, and the space collapsed inch by inch towards the interior, and in the frightened gaze of Qianyang Immortal, he found that the immortal qi on his arm also began to collapse.

A character who suppressed his fairy spirit.

His scalp tingled and he wanted to back away.

saw that Lu Feng grabbed it directly with his other hand, ignoring the injury and bleeding, and grabbed his wrist with his five fingers.

Lu Feng was using blood to carve a glyph on Qianyang Immortal's wrist.

The herringbone was completed.

The immortal qi on the Thousand Yang Immortal's body collapsed.

He staggered and took a few steps back, his face full of horror.

The flower of the immortal path has not withered yet, he is still an immortal, but the moment the immortal qi is defeated, it almost makes him collapse.

"Slash!"

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, because he was so concerned about Lu Feng that in the chaos, he forgot that there was another opponent.

Wang Yingqi's sword is never bent.

This is true even for sword qi.

A straight sword qi sliced through the immortal qi.

The immortal's imprint swayed.

Qianyang Immortal opened his mouth, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face became embarrassed.

Lu Feng lifted his breath, endured the pain of the split aura, and wrote a mountain character.

A big mountain, rising out of thin air, pressed on the top of the head of the Thousand Yang Immortals.

Qianyang Immortal's eyes were cracked, but he steadily held the mountain with his head.

Lu Feng coughed up blood, and he wrote another character and imprinted it on the mountain.

One person and one mountain are immortals.

Rumble!

On the top of the immortal mountain, wisps of immortal qi emerged, making it impossible to distinguish the true from the fake in the flowers of the immortal path.

Xianshan suppressed it.

Click!

Qianyang Immortal didn't kneel, so his knees shattered in response.

He was bleeding from all his orifices, his mind was messy, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot everywhere.

"Press!"

Wang Yingqi pressed the other party's brand with a sword.

Lu Feng oppressed the opponent's physical body with a mountain.

Bang!

His leg bones shattered.

Bang!

His cervical vertebrae were shattered.

Bang!

His ribs were shattered.

In the end, the bodies below the Thousand Yang Immortal Head had turned into a pool of soft flesh and blood, and only one head remained, which was still staring at the Flower of the Immortal Dao.

He was yelling, scolding, and his voice was piercing, and it rang out for dozens of miles.

Wang Yingqi was in the chaos, looking at the back of the Thousand Yang Immortal Imprint.

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