The slender and tall Taoist ignored Hao Linran, but he didn't look at the object that the original thin and tall Taoist wanted to climb the high branch.

The huge phantom on the other side was full of fighting intent, especially when it smelled the breath of Lei Zhenggang, a monk at the top of the Upper Three Realms, the two illusory eyes that were originally flickering and flickering were especially vigorous.

The huge phantom of the beast jumped suddenly, and the more into the air, the condensed spear in his hand was raised high, and he took advantage of the momentum to fall.

The straightforward simplicity is not the slightest bit of bells and whistles.

Looking at the bulky body is actually unimaginably fast, fleeting.

The tip of the spear suddenly glowed, as if it remembered the glory of the past like its master, and it was at this time that it wanted to show its glory, even if this glory was still just the afterglow of the sunset, although the man was the orange shining in the sky, but if it was twilight, it would not last long.

Lei Zhenggang's Emperor Xuan's one-heavy heavenly cultivation could not be compared with the human martial cultivation that was enshrined on the stone wall on the top of the palace back then, and it was not a little worse.

And the figure of the alien beast that is greater than the real is naturally unable to regain its glory, and this illusory shadow that has been maintained for a short time is not its original intention to gather.

Whether it was his true body or his soul, he was wiped out in that earth-shattering battle, and there was no way to recover it.

After all, his opponent, the Terran monk who could be inscribed on the mural by his own people, how could he be a monk of Lulu.

Died under the hands of the martial cultivator, who was known as one of the two great kings on the left and right arm of the martial arts at the top of the peak, or you punched me and kicked me without the slightest bells and whistles, so the phantom master, the strange beast whose identity was also not low, did not think that he was unjustly killed, and he had no grudge even at the moment before he died, and the only obsession was that he failed to fight heartily.

After all, there are not a few Terran monks who died under his spear, and there are not a few who are inferior to him, and there is no reason to only allow you to kill, and not allow others to kill you.

The reason why today's phantom can still be gathered after 10,000 years is completely the spear of the real divine weapon, although it is the most top-of-the-line one among many cuts.

In fact, the owner of the huge alien beast phantom was still a little complacent at the moment of jumping, after all, he used the spearhead in his hand to stab that person, which was nothing less than a thing worth showing off to him.

It's just that the battle was too tragic, and all the people he knew were all killed without exception, but he wanted to take a sip of wine that was not different from the small rivers and lakes in the eyes of ordinary monks, and then pretended not to care and said that his story was inconspicuous, but it was a battle of heaven.

Even he himself is not the end of his body and soul.

There was not the slightest slackness on the face of the thin and tall Taoist, although the huge phantom above his head was larger than the inside, and there was a bluffing posture.

It's okay to scare and scare the kind of upper three realms that have just stepped into the threshold of the mountain, but he's still a little tender in the end.

The index finger and middle finger of the thin and tall Taoist man were brought together, and a semi-solid talisman paper phantom appeared out of thin air.

Like a shadow on the periphery of a firework, it sways without wind.

It is dark blue, and there is a faint flash of thunder and lightning on it, which is sizzling.

In the dark blue shadow, red characters gradually appeared, crookedly unable to see the real appearance.

The slender and tall Taoist took off his hand and threw the talisman, and the blue talisman smiled and disappeared, but if you look closely, there seems to be a blue thundercloud looming in the sky above the mountain top.

After the blue void talisman was thrown, in an instant, another spell appeared between the middle finger of the index finger, and the Ming Panic paper was completely different from the previous one condensed by the mysterious power, and there were not so many miraculous phantom fireworks, it was a piece of Ming Panic paper, the kind that could be touched.

Although the handwriting on the paper is also incomprehensible, it is more like a word.

The thin and tall Taoist shook the paper lightly, and the black letters on the bright paper seemed to be inspiring, and they were slightly bright.

The spear of the tall beast that broke through the air fell, but the spear that was supposed to hit was firmly rooted in no one's place.

Lei Zhenggang's entire figure disappeared in place, and Bao Yi, who was staring intently at the picture on the square table, could not see any suspense, because in the picture displayed on the square table, Lei Zhenggang's figure was clearly and discernible, and even the thin and tall Taoist man was not actually casting two spells, but the third one that seemed to disappear immediately after the second spell was displayed in his eyes without pulling a trace.

It's just that Bao Yi didn't notice that Wu Chen in front of him had disappeared without a trace.

The reason why there is that huge beast phantom is actually due to the extremely small wisp of god that remains in the spearhead, and by chance, it is pinned on this magic weapon that can be counted before it is broken. On top of the spearhead, there was a drop of essence blood from the Eight Realms Martial Cultivator who was equivalent to a Xuan Sage powerhouse attached to it after the master secretly struck a blow.

Everything has a cause, and the remnant god who estimated that he didn't see the knowledge he didn't see was recuperated in this opportunity for nearly 10,000 years, and only then did he get enlightened.

The road to the top of the mountain has only just taken the first step, when he encounters the broken spearhead that wants to take his foundation.

That's worth it, you must know that the relationship between the spearhead and the wisp of remnant soul is similar to the relationship between the sect and its own ancestor hall.

Cutting off people's money is far worse than taking people's money.

High in the sky, above the place where the huge beast figure, stepped on two thunderclouds, and thunder and lightning roared all around.

The tall beast seemed to be particularly annoying.

The thin and tall Taoist fell suddenly, and a thunderbolt as thick as a baby's arm took the lead, like a pawn on a horse, a handsome soldier, and a vanguard before the march of the army.

Thunder and lightning are like whips, winding and falling, one thunder takes the lead, and then there are several thunders competing for the peak.

Suddenly, thousands of feet of majestic peaks shone brightly.

For a while, it was very bright. The entire mountainside is illuminated in blue.

The dust rose and fell, and the thunder was silent.

On a whole bluestone slab without the slightest gap, this bluestone slab that can withstand the ten blows of Emperor Xuan's two or three heavens is also full of white marks at this time, all of which are winding and rugged creeping snakes.

In addition, a spearhead, lying quietly on the bluestone slab.

But in a moment or two, the spearhead trembled.

The thin and tall Daoist was quick and quick, and it reached the ground in an instant, and two Ming Panic runes appeared between his fingers.

crossed each other, and was forced by Lei Zhenggang on the broken spearhead.

The rune paper suddenly skyrocketed, and in an instant, it tightly wrapped the entire spearhead.

The thin and tall Taoist man was expressionless and took it into his arms.