The chill behind Yang Fan became more and more obvious. The Heavenly Master Order in his hand was so hot that there was a burning feeling. Yang Fan felt the burning pain in his hand, so he wanted to throw away the Heavenly Master's Order, even if the old man punished him ten thousand times and ten duanjin, it was better than scalding it into a pig's hand.

However, he was surprised to find that the Heavenly Master Order in his hand was like glue, and he couldn't shake it off. "Ah, old man. You ghost token is burning Lao Tzu, hot, hot, take it down quickly. ”

The sun was rising on the top of the little gold, and in an instant, dark clouds rose up and thunder rumbled. Everyone noticed the change in the sky, and looked at Yang Fan, who was standing in front of the stone statue of the True Martial Emperor, trying to use the bronze statue to knock on the Heavenly Master's order. I don't know what to say. Bu Laodao and Zhao Qingniu each took a step back and looked towards Yang Fan.

The sky darkened slightly, but the two magic weapons in Yang Fan's hand, one gold and one red, shone with a strange light, were extremely enchanting. Bu Laodao listened to Yang Fan's heart-rending roar, and was also afraid of accidents, and said: "Old Qingniu, let you go today, and come back to teach you that day." Zhao Qingniu, who had just ridden a tiger, saw that Bu Lao Dao had stopped, his face was relieved, and he turned his gaze to Yang Fan. The wind and clouds in front of the Xuantian Temple changed abruptly, and lightning continued to tear the sky.

Bu Laodao looked at Yang Fan and shouted, "Stabilize your mind, don't panic." ”

Yang Fan felt that his hands had been blistered at this moment, and his whole body was hot. Drops of rain, falling. hit Yang Fan's body, and the steaming mist calmed Yang Fan's body slightly. Bu Lao Dao muttered: "Heavenly Master Order, legend has it that Chongyang is made of pure fire, and it is a magic weapon given to Chongyangzi by Emperor Donghua. I didn't expect it to be true. ”

Zhao Qingniu watched Yang Fan smash the token with the bronze statue desperately, which was distressing. The bronze statue is a spiritual object that the patriarch of Sanfeng worshiped for a lifetime, and this time he invited the gods, and it was also by relying on the spirituality of the bronze statue that he resisted the heavenly master's order. At this time, he was treated like a hammer by Yang Fan, and his heart felt like he was dripping blood.

The rain soaked on Yang Fan's body, but dense beads of sweat oozed from Yang Fan's forehead, and the piece of Heavenly Master Order in his hand was still hot. The raindrops are getting thicker. Everyone present stood silently in place, not knowing what was going to happen. Zhao Qingniu's throat rolled, and he muttered: "The north belongs to water, Xuantian Zhenwu." Could it be that the Emperor has appeared? ”

Heavenly Master Order, True Martial Statue. One main yang and one main yin, alternating light and dark in Yang Fan's hands. Yang Fan's hands were numb at the moment, but the chill in his whole body did not decrease. The outside is hot and the inside is cold, and I feel the excitement of ice and fire. His mind was clearer. The Heavenly Master Order in his hand finally got out of his hand and left. The bronze statue also flew into the sky at the same moment. The obscene rain is shining, and the vision above the golden roof is extremely poor. Zhao Qingniu and Bu Operator wanted to withdraw the magic weapon, but they both frowned suddenly, because neither the Heavenly Master Order nor the True Martial Statue were suspended in the air uncontrollably.

Zhao Qingniu was shocked, muttered words in his mouth, and grabbed the bronze statue in the sky.

Click!

A thunderbolt came, Zhao Qingniu's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly retreated backwards. Yang Fan endured the sharp pain in his left hand, and quickly inserted the Spring and Autumn Broadsword behind him into the base of the stone turtle, feeling a faint thunder in the air. My heart was pounding. He had a premonition that the thunder was going to strike him, so he quickly erected a "lightning rod".

This thunder directly struck the Heavenly Master Ling and the True Martial Statue in the sky, and Bu Laodao and Zhao Qingniu, who had blood sacrifices on it, turned pale with their faces, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out. The last trace of contact between the two of them and the magic weapon disappeared. The heavenly thunder was quenched, and the two magic weapons suspended in the air became even brighter.

Sting!

This lightning bolt is even more dazzling. In the face of thunder, the power of people is really minimal. It just fell on the ritual weapon. Bu Laodao and Zhao Qingniu both vomited blood, how can manpower be compared with the sky? The thunder fell extremely accurately, and Yang Fan felt the deafening blast in the air, and the entire field. It's all the sound of thunder. Bu Laodao looked flustered, watching the thunder hit Yang Fan's head directly, and shouted and shouted in his mouth, but unfortunately Yang Fan couldn't hear it.

Yang Fan, who was squatting next to the "lightning rod", felt the slightest chill behind him, and he suddenly realized that he was still in a minefield. Wetlands are also electrically conductive. But by the time he found out, it was too late. In Bu Laodao's opinion, the lightning bolt hit Yang Fan Tianlinggai directly. This kind of person who was struck by lightning and could survive is really a person with the best luck to the sky. Yang Fan, who was still burning in the sun just now, instantly felt that his mind was blank, like an idiot, and he squatted on the ground like this.

Those eyes, looking vacantly ahead. The high school entrance examination, the college entrance examination, the boating on the Slender West Lake in Yangzhou, and the peach blossoms of ten miles are eye-catching, and the trivial fragments pass through Yang Fan's mind, and the familiar avatars, joys, sorrows, sorrows, and sorrows, all kinds of beings, and those who have been forgotten in the depths of their minds have become clearer and clearer at this moment.

There are those of that era and those of this era, and when Yang Fan's mind flashed in a moment, there were no characteristics of the times, and after the exaggeration and decoration, there were only joys, sorrows, and sorrows. In Yang Fan's body, the heavenly thunder and yang fire that came up from the soles of his feet were entangled in the dantian, flickering bright and dark.

The blue and white heavenly thunder manifested into the law of the True Martial Emperor. That cluster of yang fire manifested into the law of Emperor Donghua, and then blurred, and yin and yang blended. An autumn rain, it rained vigorously. The thunderclouds gradually dispersed, and after the last thunder, the stone statue of the True Martial Emperor slowly fell backwards and split into two pieces. Everyone present was blinded, what just happened?

Bu Laodao swept over, picked up Yang Fan, tried his fingers to close his breath, raised his eyebrows, and his breath was smooth and steady. He deliberately probed Yang Fan's dantian, and immediately retracted his fingers, and muttered: "What Sanfeng Zhenren said, is it such a return?" He handed Yang Fan over to Chen Wangting.

Zhao Qingniu walked over slowly, picked up the bronze statue of Xuantian Zhenwu, and muttered: "The thunder sky is strong, and the right way is sailing." It turns out that when Mitutoyo Zhenren was handed over to the first teacher, it was counted to this day. Buddha Amitayus. ”

Bu Laodao picked up the Heavenly Master's order and muttered: "People are not as good as heaven, everything has a fixed number." Wudang, the real grievances, ended today, Lao Qingniu, do you think it's good? ”

"Not good."

Zhao Qingniu pointed to the real martial arts statue behind him and said, "Lose money." ”

Bu Laodao moved his beard and slammed the door secretly, but when he thought that it was not Lao Tzu's money, he said: "Find someone to go down the mountain and get the silver!" Farewell! ”

The sky is like washing, walking on the mountain road, there is a drizzling rain, Yang Fan behind Chen Wangting, at this time sleeping sweetly, the breath is long. Bu Laodao, who was walking on the side, was a little jealous and said: "Lao Tzu is working hard, and the cheapness is all taken advantage of by this stinky boy." (To be continued.) )