What to do? If this Flower of the River Styx is allowed to invade, the entire Ten Thousand Mountains may become a dead place, and it will definitely be a big trouble at that time.

At this time, not far behind the Iron Eagle Guard running on the ground were the flowers of death, and the white-robed leader of the Hundred Eyed Clan was laughing wildly there, and the laughter was like the cry of a night owl, poignant and sharp.

Killing this Hundred-Eyed Clan will not be able to stop summoning the Flower of Styx, he thought. At this time, the Wind Soaring Technique had reached its peak, and the body was rapidly descending. It was so dangerous that I almost fell into the flowers of the River Styx, and I didn't even know how to die at that time. Wang Lang, who rushed into the sky, looked at the flower of the Styx that was centered on Marsat, and was constantly spreading.

Stretched out his right hand, a gesture pressed, the true qi around him was condensed into the gesture, and a big golden hand descended with a ten-thousand-strong momentum, and instantly rose to hundreds of lengths.

Watching the flowers of the River Styx scatter and wither all around, but Wang Lang in the sky was helpless Malsat's heart was extremely happy, the flowers of the River Styx, come out quickly, there are countless lives waiting for you here.

But he didn't want a big hand of hundreds of lengths to suddenly fall from the air, he was frightened, and was about to launch a flash to escape, but he didn't want to, at this time, his flicker failed, and this space was locked, allowing him to leave.

Looking at the big hand descending from the sky, dozens of eyes kept turning around, but it didn't work at all, so the skill was useless under this big hand.

With a loud bang, the entire Wanren Mountain trembled a few times, and smoke and dust flying hundreds of thousands of meters high appeared on the ground, but Wang Lang was weak because he launched the star picking hand, and his body fell directly. And at this moment, he couldn't control his life or death, and the extreme emptiness of his spirit and true qi made him fall into a coma when he fell.

It's so dangerous, Xiao Hei grabbed Wang Lang who was falling, his heart was one step late, and the lively boss became a pile of meat sauce.

At this time, the snow-capped mountains in the distance slipped as a whole, and hundreds of thousands of years of snow rolled down, like a white torrent, impacting anything that dared to stop it, and after a while, the pine forest they passed through was destroyed under the torrent.

In the deepest part of the snow-capped mountain, there is a volcano that is steaming all year round, and at the bottom of this volcano, the red and rolling magma emits endless heat energy. The magma flowed into a huge underground magma lake, the lake was billowing red, and in the center of the lake, there was a cloud of dark yellow liquid, which was not large, one meter square.

Instead of being evaporated by the magma, this dark yellow liquid absorbed the heat of the magma, and all the surrounding magma was dull in color, without the fiery red around it.

A huge vibration came, and a figure appeared out of thin air above the dark yellow liquid, sitting in the void, this was an old man with gray hair, a long beard, and a sloppy face. The old man slowly opened his eyes, and a fine light shot out from his eyes, through the thick mountains and layers of snow-capped mountains, he saw the picture of Wang Lang falling into the void and being grabbed by Xiao Hei.

"It's been hundreds of thousands of years, and I can't imagine that I can feel the power of the star picker again, this familiar taste is really intoxicating." The old man muttered to himself, closing his eyes, but his mind was immersed in distant memories. The figure that covered the sky, pushing or pressing or holding it casually, whether it was gods and demons, or strange beasts in the starry sky, they were all turned into powder under the big golden hand.

After a long time, the old man opened his eyes again, and saw that the snow on the mountain had turned into a rolling white torrent and poured down, and in an instant it had overflowed the pine forest. In the past, the tall cloud pine was washed in two like a dead grass under this white torrent, or it was uprooted and added to the white torrent.

In the eyes of the old man, the old Iron Eagle Guard and the women and children of the Damo tribe ran desperately, avoiding the white torrent. The old man smiled slightly, "Help you." ”

With one hand reaching out, it was like an invisible big hand between heaven and earth, grabbing the crowd that was running wildly, and even Xiao Hei flying in the sky did not avoid it.

Xiao Hei was horrified, he had just seen that the palm sent out by Wang Lang had been shocked, but compared to the invisible hand that grabbed him, it was the difference between an ant and an elephant.

He felt an extremely high coercion, comparable to the gluttony that the Little Heavenly Realm had crushed him into a coma last time. Here, how can there be such a terrifying master, what kind of person is this going to deal with them, and the little black heart that can't move is in a hurry.

The old man casually crossed hundreds of miles and sent this group of people to a high ground. At this time, he looked at Wang Lang, "The little guy in the God Realm, he can actually make the star picker emit the power that only the Dao Realm can have, but it makes it a little stiff, so I'm helping you." "Let's say, with a finger of his hand, a ghostly light fell on Wang Lang through thousands of miles.

As soon as Xiao Hei was put down, he looked around, as if he knew who had made the shot, but unfortunately he found nothing, and after the big hand put them down, it disappeared without a trace.

The dazed crowd looked at Xiao Hei, thinking that he had saved them by using his magic power just now, but they didn't know that Xiao Hei was even more confused than them.

At this time, in the imperial capital of Reims, above the palace hall, Como, who had fifty-eight eyes on his head, looked in the direction of Wanren Mountain, and the shock just now made him extremely distracted. He used his magic power to go up to the sky, and saw a cloud of smoke and dust of hundreds of thousands of meters standing on top of Wanren Mountain like a pillar of heaven.

The rolling white torrent poured down, and the power of this torrent could be felt when standing more than a thousand miles away, but compared to the earth-shattering vibration just wiped, one was supernatural power, and the other was the power of nature, both of which were so terrifying and abnormal. "How can there be a master at the peak of the Dao Realm in the Xuanhuang Realm?"

In the direction of Yunmeng, dozens of people jumped, spread out their huge magic wings for dozens of meters, rose into the sky, and stared at the direction of Wanren Mountain.

Lianyun, for a time, countless masters looked at Lance and Wanren Mountain. And in the sky above Lianyun City, Xianglong looked at Wanren Mountain, and said in his heart, this is really eventful, and I don't know which side, there is a master of this level, and it is necessary to figure out whether it is an enemy or a friend.

Not far from Xianglong, seven figures glanced at them, and then turned their gaze towards Wanren Mountain. These seven figures all had four pairs of wings on their backs, and their white wings vibrated with the wind. Xianglong felt their gaze and glanced back as well, but he didn't mean to talk.

In the territory of the hundred tribes in the south, the strong people who exuded terror and coercion all around them were alarmed and set their eyes on Wanren Mountain. At the time when the strong man was watching, the people of Lianyun lived their lives as usual, and they did not find the slightest mistake.