Hearing the shout, Leng Hanshuang hurriedly looked back, and her beautiful eyes flashed with a little joy, but soon, she was shocked, and Yue Yangmeng's devastating palm was already close to her eyes.

Wu Heng rushed over in a formation as early as he gave a warning, and the whole person turned into a ray of golden light shuttling through the thunder domain, he burst out with a divine power, increasing his speed to the limit, and bursts of wind fanned out around him.

At the moment when Yue Yangmeng's palm fell, he was just in front of Leng Hanshuang, and then raised his right hand without hesitation to meet it.

"Boom"

In an instant, the essence of the two sides was surging like a tide, pouring into every inch of skin in the body, one gold and one green, the two colors were intertwined, and they did not give in to each other.

The moment he came into contact with Wu Heng, Yue Yangmeng's eyelids suddenly jumped, and he changed color and said, "Transformation Dragon Second Realm?!"

"When I turned into a dragon, I suppressed you in Xiling City, and today I arrived at the second realm of the dragon, see how you escape!" Wu Heng's eyes were cold, and he turned out the most humiliating thing in Yue Yangmeng's life.

Sure enough, Yue Yangmeng, who was stepped on, was directly furious, and the green root on his forehead burst out: "Back then, if you hadn't relied on the ancient sky-turning hammer, how could you have me?"

"Joke, if it weren't for the hundreds of dragon cultivators of the Qingyang League who acted as substitutes for you back then, would you still be alive?" Wu Heng sneered.

At this time, Yue Yangmeng's eyes were said to be red, and he used all his housekeeping skills to sacrifice the soul of the Thunder God Dao, and he must be ashamed of the battle in Xiling City back then!

"Ziz ......"

The moment Yue Yangmeng sacrificed the Thunder God Dao Soul, he was covered in thunder and light, lightning and roaring, and he became extremely violent, and his body exuded an incomparably powerful aura of destruction!

As soon as the Thunder God Dao Soul came out, Yue Yangmeng's strength directly increased several times, and his black hair stood up like a steel needle, like a hedgehog, and his face looked even more hideous. In the name of the God of Thunder, he poured his whole body into the extreme heavenly thunder, and few people could withstand that level of heavenly thunder, let alone a close contact like Wu Heng!

Suddenly, Wu Hengda felt bad, because he fought with Yue Yangmeng's palm power, and the power of heavenly thunder in his body had been handed over to himself.

"Even if you are an ancient god, you have to be paralyzed by the extreme heavenly thunder!" Yue Yangmeng looked like he was under control, and sucked Wu Heng's palm to prevent him from escaping.

At this moment, Yueyang Meng is like a bottomless black hole, exuding strong suction, Wu Heng is even more passive, and he can't escape if he wants to.

Fortunately, in the past six months, he has been tempered by Tianhuo in the Heavenly Book of Flames, otherwise he would definitely be paralyzed by his limbs now and would have lost his combat effectiveness.

Thinking of the tempering time of the Flame Heavenly Book, Wu Heng suddenly found hope, and hurriedly used the power of the Yuan Shen to link the Flame Heavenly Book suppressed in his sea of qi, and when he sensed the Heavenly Book, he doubled his confidence, and directly refined the purple Heavenly Fire of the eighth layer into his hand, and then instilled it into Yue Yangmeng's palm.

"Ahh

As soon as the purple heavenly fire touched Yue Yang League, the latter screamed in pain, retreated a few hundred zhang away, with a painful expression on his face, and beads of sweat appeared on his hot forehead, the flames were too terrifying, the purple heavenly fire, not a special physique, could not withstand it at all.

Fortunately, his Thunder God Dao Soul was more domineering, and he suppressed most of the purple heavenly fire with the ultimate heavenly thunder, so he could barely keep his right hand, but he was still unavoidably burned, and his hands were as red as braised pig's trotters, and he could faintly smell a little burnt.

Seeing this, Leng Hanshuang couldn't help laughing, and said to Yue Yangmeng with a light smile: "You deserve it!"

At this time, in a huge white cloud, the hall master wearing a white snow coat frowned at the scene of Wu Heng saving Cold Frost, and wondered: "What does that Wu Heng have to do with Cold Frost?"

"The Holy Maiden and Wu Heng are both from the same continent, they are amazing geniuses from ancient times, and it is not unusual for them to know each other. The white-haired, wrinkled skin of the temple high priest said, when his cloudy eyes stared at Wu Heng, it was inevitable that he would have murderous intent, if it weren't for this kid, he wouldn't have aged for a thousand years in an instant, and he would have become an old man who was dying, and he almost couldn't live.

Of course, all of this was his own doing, if he hadn't used the Heavenly Machine Dao Soul to spy on Wu Heng's identity, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

Seeing that the high priest still hated Wu Heng, the master of the temple hall immediately persuaded: "Wu Heng has long been removed from the list of hunts and kills in the temple, you don't have to forget it." ”

"Yes, my subordinates understand. The high priest nodded, although he hated Wu Heng, but he had to say that this kid was not easy to mess with, the leaders of the Qingyang League had been suppressed by him, and he would be the overlord of one side in the future, and if he could not attract hatred, he would not attract hatred, and he believed that the temple would throw away the former hatred, and Wu Heng would not remember the trivial things back then.

But this is all their wishful thinking, Wu Heng swore when he came to Zhongzhou that sooner or later he would step on the temple, if it weren't for this hateful temple, the frost would not be on the other side of the world.

But now is not the time, the temple removed Wu Heng's pursuit list, it does not mean that the other party is really afraid of himself, if he wants to fight hard, Wu Heng will definitely have no good fruit to eat!

So until now, Leng Hanshuang didn't dare to be too familiar with Wu Heng in the eyes of everyone, Wu Heng blocked a palm for her, and she could only say thank you with a smile.

"Frost, you go to fight for Fu Xiqin, and I will deal with Yueyang League. At this time, Wu Heng, who forced Yueyang League back with purple heavenly fire, secretly transmitted.

Leng Hanshuang understood in his heart, but the smile on his face did not decrease, as if he had not heard anything, he bowed to Wu Heng again and said: "Master Wu Heng, be careful yourself, the little girl has a heavy task to do, and she must go to take Fu Xiqin." ”

"Hahahaha, what's the point of worrying about a trivial matter, this Yueyang League is my great enemy, and I help the enemy's enemy, which is equivalent to helping myself, no need to thank you. Wu Heng smiled heartily, he stood in the void, his eyes locked on Yueyang League, which was a hundred zhang away, and he didn't even look back to look at the cold frost.

He actually wanted to join her very much, but Frost had warned him just now, the temple master was here, so he didn't want to show his flaws.

Yue Yangmeng once saw that the two of them were a little ambiguous in the battle between Demon Island and Wuheng Cold Frost, and when they saw them talking so unfamiliarly, they knew that they were making a joke, and couldn't help but sneer: "These two young people are really interesting, they are obviously husband and wife, but they can't recognize each other, sad, sad!"

Although the thunder roared at the scene, Wu Heng, the ancient god body's hearing, was extremely sensitive, and he yelled at Yue Yang League: "The dying person is even more pathetic!"

In the next moment, Wu Heng had already sacrificed the ancient sky-turning hammer that flashed black magic light and smashed it, and Yue Yang Meng was not to be outdone, and killed with a nirvana mirror.

"Boom"

The two sides fought each other this time, and Wu Heng, who arrived at the second realm of the dragon, became even more powerful, although he did not have the power of the magic soldiers of the ancient heaven-turning hammer without the tens of millions of spirit stones last time, but he still faintly had the strength to fight with the Yueyang Alliance.

The battle for the divine soldiers is also becoming more and more intense, Xuanyuan Lin and Nangong Chen stopped fighting and began to kill all sides, blocking all the people who took the divine soldiers, they are not fools, naturally it is impossible for both sides to lose and let others reap the benefits.

Many of the Tongtian powerhouses present were repelled by them, and people couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's really terrifying, two young people from the three realms of the dragon have forced back several Tongtian powers one after another, but they don't know whose flowers are blooming!"

Xuanyuan Lin has the thaumaturgy of evolving divine soldiers, Nangong Chen has the lid of the Jiuli pot, and there are few people who can help it for a while.

However, the Jiuli Pot is protected by a chaotic mist barrier, and the power of the sky is all shocked and coughing up blood, how can they get close?

Many masters who were originally competing for the Jiuli pot watched the two of them make a fool of themselves, but the result was much more than they expected.

It turned out that Nangong Chen had the lid of the Jiuli pot, and with the lid of the pot, he completely ignored the chaotic mist of the body of the Jiuli pot, and rushed into it, he looked back at Xuanyuan Lin, who was chasing him, and said with a cruel smile: "Hmph, the Jiuli pot belongs to me!"

But when he stretched out his hand and was about to touch the Jiuli pot, a palm as thick as a mountain struck him on the back.

Looking back, it turned out to be Xuanyuan Lin's indifferent and blurred face, Nangong Chen's heart was shocked, he tilted his head, spit out blood directly, and couldn't help asking: "You, how did you break through the chaos fog?"

"Heh, it's not just you who have the lid of the Jiuli pot, I also have it!" Xuanyuan Lin sneered and spoke, only to see that his other hand was really holding the same Jiuli pot lid as Nangong Chen's hand!

Hearing this, Nangong Chen suddenly realized that Xuanyuan Lin has the great magic power to evolve divine weapons, as long as he has seen a weapon, he can copy it, and this Jiuli pot lid must have been observed by him in the battle, so it has evolved, and he is naturally not afraid of the chaotic fog.

"You actually attacked me, shameless!" Nangong Chen immediately scolded angrily, his face turned pale, bearing this palm, his qi sea was faintly broken, and the blood of the Yuan Shen Spirit vomited to the ground, and the injury was not light, it was he who was too careless, thinking that the chaos mist barrier could block Xuanyuan Lin, so he was defenseless at all, who knew that the latter still had such a hand!

"The winner is king, the loser is Kou, there is nothing shameless and shameless. Xuanyuan Lin snorted disdainfully, and randomly slapped a palm on Nangong Chen's back, clicking, and the sound of a broken spine came out, Nangong Chen let out a muffled snort, and fell straight into the void.

"The Jiuli pot belongs to me today!" he roared excitedly, reaching out to grab the body of the Jiuli pot that was only a stone's throw away from him.

However, a dramatic scene appeared this time, Nangong Chen, who had fallen into the void, sacrificed the lid of the Jiuli pot and shouted: "The Jiuli pot can't be separated, the lid of the pot is here, don't you come soon!"

The Jiuli pot has spirituality, and when he heard Nangong Chen's call, he immediately turned into a ray of black light and swooped down, and with a bang, it coincided with the lid of the pot in his hand.

Xuanyuan Lin was shocked, sure enough, life is like a play, Jiuli pot just took off his hand and left, thousands of calculations, it is still not as good as the real pot lid in Nangong Chen's hand!

At the same time, the cold frost surrounded by sixty-three kinds of glow also hugged Fu Xiqin with one hand, others approached, Fu Xiqin was surrounded by magic sounds, and she approached, Fu Xiqin played a gentle and beautiful sound, it seems that the owner Fu Xiqin is looking for is her!

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