A whirlpool suddenly swirled on the right side of the half-peak waist, and in the middle of this whirlpool, there was the compass hooking the sky.

Gou Tian is no longer revealing the ancient and long-standing aura of the past, but frantically absorbing spiritual power like a long whale sucking a siphon.

On the half-peak waist of this right peak, the spiritual power is reduced by the amount of buckets, which is simply a huge amount.

I wish Ben was holding a little luck on the side, watching the lively Lei Zhenggang's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly stomped his foot in his heart, and secretly said that it was broken, which was simply a big omen.

Before he came, he used special means on the mountain to calculate it, and although it was dangerous, the result would only be thrilling.

Lei Zhenggang had to secretly think in his heart, sure enough, it is not good at learning and killing people, how many times have the ancestors said it, if you count people, you can't count yourself, otherwise you will be borrowed.

Sure enough, he didn't listen to the words of his predecessors, and suffered a loss in front of him, but fortunately, when he beat that Triple Heavenly Xuan Xiu and that Martial Cultivator in full swing, the feeling of being watched in front of him had disappeared.

So Lei Zhenggang took out a yellowed paper that he was not willing to take out even in Fang Cai, the length of his palm, and the thickness of his three fingers.

The yellowed paper is like paper rather than paper, soft as silk.

It looks like an essay, scribbling on the strange lines on it.

When Lei Zhenggang gritted his teeth, he was ruthless, clenched it with one hand, and his own Xuan power continued to surge into it.

The yellowed ancient silk paper is also like a bottomless pit of crazy swallowing power.

Next to it, the compass hooks the sky, like a whale swallowing water. On the side, there was Lei Zhenggang in his hand, and the ancient silk paper seemed to be smacking.

One absorbs the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and the other swallows its master himself.

It's just that the difference is that the compass hook is still constantly absorbing the spiritual power above this half of the peak.

The yellowed ancient silk paper that Lei Zhenggang held in the palm of his hand did stop absorbing.

In an instant, the yellowed silk paper disappeared, but under Lei Zhenggang's feet, a narrow river of yellow liquid appeared.

Yang Zhantian glanced at the glimmer of his eyes, and then pulled the trapped cage banner with his mysterious power.

The golden embroidery light on the banner suddenly bloomed, and the dense golden threads that shrouded the surroundings began to shrink abruptly.

The binding force between heaven and earth became tighter and tighter, and it became more and more delicate.

Lei Zhenggang was actually very nervous in his heart, and even very nervous.

After all, it was the first time to use the ancestral pressure box bottom object.

Hao Linran was still Hao Linran's matter before, and when Bao Yi was still in the ranks of the three of them, he was not less upright, for fear that the two of them would not know that they had an ancestor hall on Zhongzhou Mountain, but now they are at such a point now.

It is estimated that only a naïve woman like Baoyi who is not in harmony with the world will believe it for half a point.

In fact, Lei Zhenggang's first words became true.

A long time ago in the thousand-year period, there was a thundering mountain on Zhongzhou Mountain that was only one word different from Daoming Mountain, and Daoming Mountain, all originated from Nanzhou.

It's just a change, that is, the glory of the past is gone, and with the passage of time, there are even fewer monks who know that the Thundering Mountain is not how old it is, after all, there are few monks who can be like the Nine Ancestors, and they still retain people's hearts after tens of thousands of years.

Listening to the eight directions, the four sides of the divine view are martial arts, so the changes on Lei Zhenggang's side are still under the nose of the deer.

For a while, Lu Qi'er only felt that the golden stream flowing like a steady stream of golden light was somewhat familiar, but his mind was blocked in the familiarity, no matter how he thought about it, he could never go further.

In my mind, I couldn't help but think of the smiling and indifferent face, the man who was called Mr. by all their children.

Probably the other party has said it, and he is not a person who can listen carefully since he was a child.

Two more or less divine consciousness gazes, he Lei Zhenggang is perceived, so at this moment, the nervous abnormality is his Lei Zhenggang, according to his Lei Zhenggang's mental memory, the real name of the charm is Xiaoyao Fu, according to his master who cultivated to the middle of the Xuanhuang Dynasty, about this Thundering Mountain Patriarch Hall at the bottom of the box, there is also a verse that echoes it from afar, which is passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation, as for whether it is the kind of Thundering Mountain ancestor racked his brains or casually twisted it, it is hard to say.

Between heaven and earth, let me be free, and I will take its name Xiaoyaofu.

The tone is also big, not much smaller than Goutian and Sleepy Dragon.

After abandoning distracting idle thoughts and gathering his mind, Lei Zhenggang sank into the golden river of light with one foot, and then his whole body submerged into it.

On the other side, Lu Qi'er gathered his mind one step earlier, and the golden light of Wu Xiu's outer body soared, rising several feet taller, and two punches came out in succession.

When the fists and feet were free, Lu Qi'er's figure suddenly accelerated, like lightning piercing the sky, and he was gone, leaving only a light gray shadow, uncertain and elusive.

Lu Qi'er's approach is actually particularly inconsistent with the spirit of the monks in Zhongzhou, especially the monks on the top of the mountain.

Winning people to be free, taking advantage of people, there is no heroic spirit on the top of the mountain, but for the gods who have seen a little blood in a hundred years, and a thousand years to see a big blood, this thing is nothing, the battle of life and death in the mountain peak realm, unless it is a heavy heaven and a triple heaven, otherwise it will only be dangerous and abnormal, and disasters and blessings are all things in an instant.

It's far from being like a little lady fighting, you scratch me, I'll push you.

Only the battle for the mountaintop realm of the remote space battlefield is the real battle of life and death.

Why is the sword cultivation always able to fight beyond the ranks, even the sword cultivation of the Xuan Emperor and the First Heaven can send a sword to the Xuan Emperor and the Second Heaven, and there is also the Hidden Sword Gate Master Long Yi, with the realm of the Xuan Emperor's Triple Heaven Great Perfection, he alone fights the strong man of the Xuansheng Realm in Zhongzhou and stands in the undefeated realm.

The reason for this is because there are only two things in the eyes of Jian Xiu, one is the three-foot sword in his hand, and the other is the person who is facing the sword in his eyes.

The rest of the others are all listed below, so there is that sentence in the eyes of sword cultivation is mostly ruthless.

In fact, whether it is sword cultivation or Xuan cultivation, as long as you do this, the realm of letting go will not be bad.

It's just that the ordinary mountaintop realm Xuan Emperor's cultivation has reached such a realm, and the temptation he faces is often so great that he becomes a number of obstructing boulders in the mountaineering journey.

Yang Zhantian reacted half a step slowly, but he didn't care at all.

There are even some expectations, and his interest in compass hooking the sky is not weak at all.