The surrounding space trembled as the scorching sun suppressed the "golden pill", but the strange thing was that the originally turbulent sea suddenly calmed down.

The dozens of miles of sea centered on that lonely boat are like a calm mirror, but the sea beyond this mirror is not only stormy waves, but monstrous waves.

The cyclamen felt tremendous pressure at this time, and this scene was enough to show that as soon as Wu Qingyang made a move, he imprisoned these dozens of miles of sea area.

He wants to treat the cyclamen as a fly in a glass, catch turtles in an urn, and beat the dog behind closed doors.

"Xuanyuan is really angry!"

The cyclamen did not dare to hold it up, and in an instant, he unleashed his strongest magical spell, and his whole body was filled with an incomparably rich earthy yellow light.

This is the true qi he cultivated, the true qi protecting the body, turning into a huge mountain, which was propped up above his head in an instant, facing the suppressed golden pill.

"That's all there is to it?"

Wu Qingyang smiled contemptuously, and at the same time stepped over, holding the scorching sun-like "Golden Pill" in his hand like a heavenly god, blasting towards the mountain of true qi.

Thundered!

The scorching sun-like golden pill slammed on the mountain formed by the condensation of true qi, and suddenly it was like a powerful ** barrel exploded.

The mountain of true qi trembled, the mountain shattered, and all of them collapsed, and the mountain of true qi collapsed under a single blow.

Suddenly, the calm sea was also huge, and countless seawater exploded into the sky, forming a seawater influx, rushing into the sky at a height of 100 meters.

Shout!

A golden silk thread was thrown into the sky from the lonely boat, winding towards Wu Qingyang with lightning speed, like a golden snake with incomparably agility.

"Fishing the heavens, the sun and the moon as bait!"

The old face under the hat of the cyclamen turned slightly pale, and at this time, he directly used the Taoist weapon in his hand - the fishing rod.

The seemingly ordinary yellow bamboo fishing rod in his hand was completely new at this time, bursting out with dazzling brilliance, which was a rare treasure that became a cave in the sky, and it was a Taoist weapon.

The golden wire fishing line is also not extraordinary, but it is forged by a dragon tendon that is strong and yang, and it is the result of his adventure in the ruins of the ocean.

The fishing rod and the dragon tendon fishing line complement each other, once thrown out, it is like a dragon flying thousands of miles, flexible and powerful, and there are countless strong people who have died in his fishing rod for a long time.

Now once thrown out, the dragon tendon fishing line, which is as thin as a gossamer, is rolled towards Wu Qingyang's neck, in Wu Qingyang's golden eyes, this is not a thin fishing line, but a dragon.

"Good things, after I receive them, turn them into majestic vitality and use them to help my Jiuyang Pagoda be promoted. ”

Wu Qingyang was not surprised, let out a long roar, and stretched out his palm to grab the dragon-like fishing line.

"Don't be ashamed. ”

The cyclamen shouted angrily, and the fishing rod shook at the same time, bursting out of thousands of rays, and the fishing line was divided into two, two, three, and three.

Suddenly, countless fishing lines gushed out, as if ten thousand dragons were flying like an impenetrable net, enveloping Wu Qingyang.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Wu Qingyang twisted his eyebrows, and he recognized the strength of the Cyclamen, but he didn't take it to heart.

"Then let you see my Jiuyang Pagoda!"

Wu Qingyang drank coldly, the light on the palm of his hand burst out, and there was a rumbling shock, and suddenly an incomparably exquisite nine-story pagoda was suspended in it.

"Go!"

Wu Qingyang waved his hand, and the Jiuyang Pagoda flew into the sky, rising in the wind, and suddenly turned into a majestic pagoda with a height of nine zhang, majestic momentum, and transpiring treasures.

Thundered!

The Jiuyang Pagoda was suppressed, and the terrifying pure yang qi swept out from the pagoda, as if nine suns converged together, and the fierce Jiuyang qi turned into a violent hurricane, like a hurricane and a sea of fire, sweeping towards countless fishing lines.

The face of the cyclist became more and more solemn, he didn't expect this Wu Qingyang's strength to be so terrifying and amazing.

The pure yang hurricane swept out of the Jiuyang Pagoda instantly burned his countless fishing lines, and the sound of the dragon's wailing was also heard from the real dragon tendon fishing line.

Obviously, with the same Taoist weapon, Wu Qingyang's Jiuyang Pagoda is much more powerful than his fishing rod, and he distinguishes the strength and weakness of the upper and lower in the three, six, nine and so on.

"Jin Dan goes. ”

Wu Qingyang used the Jiuyang Pagoda on the side, and he was not idle on this side, holding the fake golden pill, like a god holding the sun, he stepped to the top of the lonely boat and suppressed the cyclamen on the lonely boat.

"Yang Ye is really powerful and boundless, and there is no shame in being his slave. ”

The South China Sea Holy Clam was amazed and sighed at this wonderful battle.

"This old turtle is going to be defeated. ”

The South China Sea Holy Cllam's lantern-sized blue eyes showed joy and cried out.

"Let's get caught. ”

Wu Qingyang's face was full of arrogance, and he was determined to win between angry shouts, not only holding up the Jindan to suppress it, but even the Jiuyang Pagoda was also suppressed at the same time.

The cyclamen felt that he couldn't use his strength at this time, and he had been imprisoned by Wu Qingyang, whether it was this space or himself, they were all suppressed.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly reached his ears, and he almost burst into tears.

"Don't panic, I'm here to help you. ”

Jiang Han's voice reached his ears, he didn't know where it came from, but it was clear as if it was talking to him in his ear.

"Jiang Zhenren!"

The cyclamen exclaimed in tears as he burst into tears, which showed how much Jiang Han was moved and shocked to him at this time.

"What Jiang Zhenren? ”

Wu Qingyang shouted angrily, "I see clearly, I am your Yang Ye Wu Qingyang, not Jiang Zhenren." ”

Thundered!

The Jiuyang Pagoda immediately shrouded down towards the Lingweng Cyclamen, appearing above the head of the Lingweng Cyclamen, and was about to suppress him on the spot.

But at this moment, a big hand came out of the sea, and the five fingers stretched out like a grinding plate, and then a figure instantly rushed up into the sky, lifting the Jiuyang Pagoda that was approaching the Lingweng Cyclamen with a palm like a grinding plate.

"Jiang Zhenren!"

The cyclamen exclaimed in surprise, and the old face under the hat was extremely moved.

I saw Jiang Han holding the Jiuyang Pagoda with one hand, stepping on the sea, like a young god standing proudly on the spot, the Jiuyang Pagoda held up in his hand rumbled and trembled, but he couldn't move it at all.

He arrived at this critical moment, rushed out directly from the bottom of the sea, rescued the cyclamen from life and death, and even lifted Wu Qingyang's Jiuyang Pagoda with the posture of a god.

"Wu Qingyang, didn't you say you were looking for me?"

Jiang Han held the Jiuyang Pagoda in one hand, looked at Wu Qingyang with a sneer, and slowly drank between the corners of his mouth rising slightly.