Lu Ming's face changed, Zhuang Hongwu and Zhuang Hongwen's bodies were thicker again, blood slowly flowed out from the cracks in the scales and armor of their bodies, and madness, tyranny, and bloodlust were intertwined in their eyes. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhuang Xiaoyao had come back to his senses, his face was pale, the wounds on his body had healed, but he had lost too much blood, and he was dying of being bound by vines, his eyes were covered with a layer of fog, and his tears fell to the ground, and he muttered in his mouth: "Xue'er, I'm sorry." ”

"Roar"

Lu Ming and Fihang glanced at each other, "Run." ”

"Knock Knock"

The speed of the two beasts became faster and faster, and Lu Ming and Fei Hang ran wildly in the empty hall.

Zhuang Hong's style was slightly smaller, and his speed was a little faster than Zhuang Hongwu, and he gradually caught up with Fiji.

Lu Ming, who was running wildly, saw that Zhuang Hongwen was about to catch up with Fijihang, pinched the trick in his hand, and directly smashed a fireball technique in front of Fijihang.

"Boom"

The fireball technique blasted the bluestone floor into a small crater three feet wide and a foot deep.

Fihang also reacted immediately, and continuously cast spells to bombard the ground.

"Not good."

Zhuang Hongwen flew Fei Aerial with one claw, "poof", blood spit out in mid-air, dyed the Confucian robe, and hit the wall of the main hall, life and death are unknown.

Zhuang Xiaoyao, who was reinvigorated, struggled to break free from the shackles of the vines, although Zhuang Huairen no longer manipulated these vines, but he was still very tenacious, and Zhuang Xiaoyao's limbs were bound to death.

Lu Ming turned his head sideways, glanced at Fihang, his pupils shrank, and Zhuang Hongwen in front of him on the left also rushed towards Lu Ming.

Gritting his teeth, he turned slightly and rushed towards the pillar.

The toes tapped on the pillar again and again, and a backflip landed firmly behind Zhuang Hongwu.

"Bang"

Zhuang Hongwen, who rushed over, bumped into Zhuang Hongwu, like dominoes, Zhuang Hongwu bumped into Lu Ming, crushing Lu Ming under him, and the three of them rolled together.

"Fight." A small, gray bell suddenly appeared in Lu Ming's left hand, condensing the spiritual power and divine consciousness of the whole body on the tip of his right finger, gritting his teeth, and pointing towards the lower palace of the bell body.

"Ding-ding! Come out for me! Smelling the fishy smell on the tip of his nose, the saliva dripping from the corner of Zhuang Hongwen's mouth dripped onto his face, and Lu Ming roared wildly in his heart.

"Ding"

Lu Ming let out a sigh of relief, and put away the Chaos Clock with great confidence.

For a long time, Lu Ming, who had survived many times with the help of Chaos Bell Daoyin, was full of confidence in Chaos Bell.

Lu Ming, whose divine sense and spiritual power were overdrawn, suddenly fell into a coma.

A "ding" sound that is not much louder than the sound of mosquitoes, but it has some unparalleled penetrating power.

The old man in the Confucian robe, who had been sitting in the guest seat, stood up suddenly, his eyes wide, staring at the three people who were rolling in a ball.

The madness, tyranny and bloodlust in Zhuang Hongwu and Zhuang Hongwen's eyes were gone, full of confusion and tiredness, and they slowly fell asleep, their bodies slowly shrunk, and the scale armor on the surface of their bodies gradually disappeared.

Zhuang Xiaoyao's consciousness has been locked on Zhuang Hongwu and Zhuang Hongwen, and he reluctantly turned his head, wanting to see the two brothers turn back into two big fat men, but they were bound by the vines, and there was a crisp sound of "popping", and finally turned his head around, although he saw that it was still an earthen wall, he was still staring, and his eyes were full of longing.

The women of the Heavenly Immortal Sect, who were interrupted and hit hard, woke up one after another, their eyes widened, and they looked at the empty Tianyun Hall paved with broken bricks and tiles with a confused expression.

The people outside the main hall were unaware, still watching the battle between Zhuang Huairen and Zhao Kang in the sky intently.

Somewhere in Tianyun Mountain, an old man with white hair suddenly opened his eyes.

has been holding the sword, looking at the sword peak, the sword of the two fighting in the sky above the Tianyun Hall is boundless, and there is an extra figure around him, which is very illusory.

"The dignified Sword Peak is in charge, and he is actually here to watch them mess around." The illusory figure spoke, his voice very ethereal and hollow.

"Master, this is their family affair." Jian Wuya replied with a wry smile.

"In previous years, it was a trouble, but it was not outrageous, what is going on this time, the dignified Tianyun Sect Leader and the Supreme Elder fought a big fight, so that what the guests and the rest of the disciples think, it can still be said to be a family matter, quibble." The illusory figure did not wait for Jian Wuyan to answer, and the figure gradually disappeared.

In the sky above the Tianyun Palace, Zhuang Huairen and Zhao Kang were still confronting.

Zhuang Huairen stepped on the yellow mountain tip, wave after wave hit the mountain peak, and the leaves between the sleeve robe and the water arrows rushing out of Zhao Kang's water balloon eliminated each other.

After all, it is still inferior in cultivation.

Yuan Infant Nine Heavens, one Heavy and One Ascending Immortal.

Although Zhao Kang had his hair scattered and his robe was torn and cut several times, although he was embarrassed, he was not injured.

Zhuang Huairen's face was pale, gritting his teeth and holding on, as if he would be defeated at any time.

Both of them are brewing their own killer moves.

The two continuous supernatural powers require a large amount of divine consciousness and spiritual power to maintain.

The two of them each held the law in their hands.

In the sky, there were large stone balls with large drum surfaces, and sharp stones were rapidly forming, and Zhuang Huairen's face was getting paler and paler.

The two of them fought a real fire, and they were planning to fight hard.

Zhao Kang looked at Zhuang Huairen with a solemn face, and in the waves of monstrous waves behind him, wild sharks, giant whales, and golden turtles emerged from time to time in the tumbling waves.

The aura of heaven and earth above his head suddenly began to gather rapidly, and the faces of the two people facing each other changed, and the divine power that was condensing and the spiritual power began to collapse and were absorbed by the aura vortex.

The aura vortex slowly condensed into the face of an old man with white hair, and it was vaguely evident that he must have been extremely handsome when he was young.

"Enough, you two, have you made enough trouble? A dignified Tianyun Sect leader, a dignified ancestor is a supreme elder, and he doesn't cherish his face, so he lets the juniors see jokes. A cry came out of the mouth of the gray-haired old man.

Zhao Kang's face turned blue and white for a while, but he took the initiative to control his divine sense and eliminate his divine powers. The sound of the waves that had been obsessed with his ears suddenly disappeared, and he flew back to the main hall with an ugly face.

Zhuang Huairen, whose face was pale, dispersed his magical powers, and saluted the old man with white hair, "Thank you, Uncle Sword." Only then did he take out the pill from the storage bag and take it.

The old man with white hair nodded in satisfaction and slowly disappeared.

"Uncle Sword Master? Could it be that the sword of the sword peak is boundless, and the sword is flying? He... Isn't his old man the Yuanying Sixth Heaven, did the immortals go when he ascended to the sky? ”

"Really?"

"Am I going to lie to you?"

Zhuang Huairen, who had recovered a little, flew up, chose a hole, and got into the hornet's nest.

Seeing Zhuang Xiaoyao, who had twisted and dislocated his arm and was about to look back at his son, he was angry.

"Slap" slapped Zhuang Xiaoyao's head.

"Who? Division... Father-in-law. Zhuang Xiaoyao said timidly.

Zhuang Huairen's face was a little pale, but when his eyes swept over, he found that the two little fat men had changed back into human form.

"Hey, two little chubby dun, how did you recover." Zhuang Huairen said eagerly, "It's strange, they are not controlled by animal nature, these two little fat duns are only so big to awaken the bloodline, shouldn't they." ”

"It stands to reason that they can't control the bloodline of the desolate beast gluttony, it must be my disciple's grandson who is talented, it's all your fault that you gave birth to so many twists and turns, what about the courage to attack me before? Destroying the "Wan Miao Awakening Divine Dao Sound", I haven't settled accounts with you yet. Saying that, he glared at Zhuang Xiaoyao viciously, but he didn't care that Zhuang Xiaoyao was still tied to the vines, and went straight towards the two little fat mounds.

"Division... Father, untie me first, I know what's going on. Zhuang Xiaoyao shouted eagerly.

Zhuang Huairen, who came back like a gust of wind, glared at Zhuang Xiaoyao and said, "I don't know it's okay to say it quickly." ”

"Father-in-law, it's a bell ringing." Zhuang Xiaoyao replied in a low voice.

"The bell rings?" Zhuang Huairen looked confused, and immediately reacted, and slapped Zhuang Xiaoyao's head again and again, "Stinky boy, dare to play with me." The bell rings, the bell rings, I make you the bell ring. ”

"Father-in-law, it's really a bell ringing, very quiet, but we just heard a "ding" sound, and Da Zhuang and Erzhuang seemed to be conscious and fell asleep. Zhuang Xiaoyao lowered his head and said with an aggrieved face.

"Is it really a bell?" Zhuang Huairen still looked skeptical.

"Really, it should be... It should be the little old man, who made it. Zhuang Xiaoyao was a little unsure and whispered.

Zhuang Huairen was still a little unconvinced, frowned, and walked towards the two little fat piers, but he remembered the words that Wan Zixuan said the day before yesterday: "It is very likely that the Fusang branch is the Dao Nian of Emperor Jun, and that day it must be teaching three thousand Dao Divine Powers to Lu Ming, maybe, it may be the reincarnation of Jin Wu, and the tomb of the Demon Emperor may be related to him." ”

With a sigh of relief, leave those first for the time being, this Lu Ming only has 20 days of life left. With a wave of the robe, the two little chubby piers rolled down, and the corners of their mouths were still saliva, which made people angry and angry.

The sword that was meditating on his knees flew up, and suddenly opened his eyes, his body flashed, and he arrived in the Tianyun Hall in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, the loss of vitality is so serious?" Jian Feiyang stood in front of Lu Ming and said with a frown.

Zhuang Huairen glanced at the crane-haired boy face in surprise, the iron bones were firm, and the sword that stood upright like a sword was flying, but he said respectfully: "Uncle Sword, how dare you come in person for the aftermath." ”

"Go aside, weird, weird, how did my Tianyunmen tradition teach you, a stinking and sour leader." Jian Feiyang waved his hand impatiently, staring at Lu Ming without blinking.

"This is, this is the true body of the Sword Master Uncle Ancestor?"

"It's that little old man who can get the favor of the sword master and uncle."

"Senior brother, this little old man, but I fell in love with it first." The loud voice was the sturdy old man who lifted Lu Ming off the magic sword in the morning and took Lu Ming's magic sword away.

"Senior brother, did you ask yourself if you beat me?" Jian Feiyang looked at Lu Ming and said leisurely.

"You—" The sturdy old man, his white hair fluttering, his eyes widened with brass bells.

Then the ring on his hand flashed, and a magic sword appeared in his hand, and he said triumphantly: "Senior brother, this kid's magic sword is still in my hand, did you say that I took a fancy to it first." ”

"Senior brother, have you ever beaten me?" Jian Feiyang was completely unmoved, staring at Lu Ming.

"Senior brother, you can't be unreasonable." The sturdy old man scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously.

"When have you seen me reason?" Jian Feiyang dropped a word, turned around and walked out.

The sturdy old man hurriedly followed and said, "Senior brother, didn't you use distraction to reason with Zhuang Xiaotou and that kid from the Zhao family before?" ”

"Am I being reasonable? I'm a fist bigger than them. Jian Feiyang shook his fist, and his figure suddenly rose, leaving a sturdy old man: "Senior brother, where are you going?" ”

A few words came from afar: "Discuss the return of the phoenix to the grass." ”

"Senior brother, wait for me." The sturdy old man, his body soared into the sky, leaving a footprint three inches deep in place...