The mighty roar, the roar was mighty, the fierce storm hit the ground in the air, and the seemingly small hall that was actually thousands of miles away sank three feet.

Every time he retracted a piece of his body, the Golden Crow was equivalent to a high-jump leap, and his strength increased several times, which was evident from the speed, for example, from Ziyun to the Dao Alliance, the Golden Crow had to use the flames summoned by the Thirteen Lang to cast spells to set off early, and then flew from the Dao Alliance to the Battle Alliance, and the Golden Crow only used one wing, and the time was shortened by half. Finally came to the fairy hall to find his head, Jin Crow was in the most excited and urgent mood, his wings spread, and he traveled 100,000 miles in an instant.

"Pretend to be a ghost, let me go down!"

For the first time, the power of the true spirit was truly revealed in the human world, roaring at the world, and in the human world, hundreds of millions of monks watched the great hall, which symbolized the pinnacle of the human world and had the supreme prestige, swaying in the wind, and their feelings were extremely complicated.

On the previous two occasions, the Dao Alliance was caught off guard, and then the fighting spirit was destroyed at the moment of meeting, and no resistance was made;

When they saw that the place where Jin Wu appeared for the third time was the Immortal Spirit Palace, people who knew the inside story, such as many bigwigs on Ziyun's side, etc., on the one hand, hoped that he could find the Dharma Body along the way, and the stronger the strength, the better;

has led the world for countless years, and now although the sacred cloak has faded, in the hearts of many monks who are eager to ascend, the Immortal Spirit Hall is still a holy place in the world, and it is the only sign that the waves are connected to the sky.

People waited for the reaction of the Faerie Hall with bad anticipation, only to see the firebird roar, and the hanging hall suddenly turned into a ball struggling in the swirling hurricane, rising and falling. Sinking and falling, only the house collapsed, the house collapsed, and the ruins withered.

It's not without fighting, it's beyond our power.

Everyone can see that the Immortal Spirit Hall has resisted, first of all, no one has appeared so far. This is not inferior in attitude, and secondly, since the main hall can float in the air, how can it be a decoration with a large suspended array inside, in other words, the Immortal Spirit Hall has not been cracked like the Dao Alliance, nor has it been slapped into the ground like Ouyang Yanwu, which is already good.

While thinking about it, the scene in Ling Tian's mirror changed again, and several Sanskrit voices sounded one after another, and more than ten figures rose and fell in the air. There is something strange about the appearance and behavior.

There are monks chanting and muttering, there are Taoist priests who speak piously, there are children who hold books and sing loudly, there are women who dress up and take pity on themselves; there are old women who hold brooms at their waists, there are teachers who teach solemn palms and rulers, old men pour tea for themselves, and giants in the prime of life hold axes to chop wood

The behavior of a dozen people is deduced, and it is like seeing the whole world when it falls into the eyes. The mind of the person who saw this scene, or the monk, was glued to it. It's like a fish swimming in the water and getting lost, and insects and beasts wandering through the forest without knowing their homes, all merging.

A little ink in the painting, if you think about it, you will feel that the painting is the world, and this is the feeling of the monks in the world at this moment, consciously or unconsciously being brought into that picture. Immersive.

"Master!"

The flower of eternity was not lost, her eyes stared at someone in the painting, her indifferent face suddenly showed sadness, and her body trembled slightly.

"I've been locked up for 10,000 years, and anyone who changes it will lose their temper. ”

Jusan Lang was not lost. Sensing Yelian's worry and panic, he opened his mouth to be relieved.

"Don't worry, he promised me not to kill. ”

"How can this be determined"

The Living Buddha was not lost, his eyes were burning at Jin Crow's actions, and his expression was worried.

Now everyone knows that Jin Crow is the thirteen lang released to help the world surrender to the mountain monarch, and it is true that it should and cannot be stopped from recovering the Dharma body, but if it is repeatedly destroyed and regarded as a symbol by others, I am afraid that it will bring endless trouble. For example, just now, Ouyang Yanwu fell to the ground, and the soldiers of the world didn't know how to be sad and angry, and now if they were angry again, the consequences of the Immortal Spirit Hall would be unimaginable.

"Because he didn't dare. Thirteen Lang couldn't explain it, so he had to be vague.

"I'm not worried about that. ”

Yelian knew the reliance of the Thirteen Langs, bowed her head and said gloomily: "Master, I'm afraid that Shouyuan will not be long. ”

Tong Lao said something similar a few years ago, and seeing it at this time is just turning speculation into reality and sweeping away the little hope in his heart.

Like a child, there is something that is beyond the reach of manpower.

"It's also the end of life, at least it's better than the teacher"

Knowing that Yelian regarded Grandma Tong as his parent, Thirteen Lang was about to say something useful and useless, when he suddenly heard a clear sound in his ears.

"I want to go!"

As soon as the shouts began, a purple shadow flickered into the void, and at the same time, another tall red shadow in the distance walked away in panic and went straight to the outside of the mountain gate.

Huo Zun had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, since the moment Lei Zun was defeated, he had been looking for an opportunity to quietly leave Ziyun Island, and it was not until this moment that Wan Xiu was obsessed with Ling Tian's picture that he suddenly unfolded his body technique, and in an instant, ten thousand meters.

It sounds fast, but it's a pity that it's not fast enough, the purple and red streamers behind him are staggered, and Ziyi's speed is faster than Huozun.

Previously, Huozun had been well hidden, and even had the experience of "friendship" with Thirteen Lang, and he had really sorted out the fire veins for him; That is, from that moment on, Ziyi's gaze never left, firmly staring at her every move.

This is another vendetta, and now it's time to reckoning.

"Be careful!"

"Rest assured. ”

With the same kind of fire vein, Thirteen Lang knows best the strength of the first teacher in his life now, and the realm of Huozun may be strong, but if he cultivates fire, he will definitely be subject to Ziyi, and if he is like a fighting spirit like a lost dog, this battle will be defeated.

There are certainly twists and turns, and injuries may be inevitable, but

"It's a teacher's battle, and no one else needs to interfere. ”

Saying this, Thirteen Lang raised his eyes to look at the sky again, and said to Yelian.

"Later, you're going back?"

"Uh-huh!" Yelian replied in a low voice, her expression changing again.

In the sight, more than a dozen people joined forces to cast spells to resist, and the fairy spirit hall was a true spirit, and Jin Wu's hazy face was confused for a moment, although he woke up in an instant. After all, I still hit a trick.

"Look for death!"

Today, the Red Flame Firebird roared and spread its wings, and its body suddenly enlarged, and the brilliant sea of fire surged, and the two sharp claws of the Golden Crow that were more than 100 miles long spread out, tearing them viciously.

This is really angry!

In the Dao League, the Golden Crow casts spells in human form and lifts weights lightly. In the Battle Alliance, the Golden Crow's counterattack was not called a wave of claws, at best, it could only be regarded as a flick of the nails, and now in the Immortal Spirit Palace, the True Spirit Golden Crow was the first to power and vent his anger on the cultivation of the human world with his body.

Hundred-mile long claws slashed through the air, like two machetes passing through the sky, it was difficult to describe that kind of posture, and the scene was not a landslide. Wherever the claws passed, the glorious halls were razed to the ground. One by one, the figures rolled upside down and spurted blood, and they had no power to resist.

"Ahh

Everything in the world collapsed in an instant, and the minds of countless monks turned around, even if they were hundreds of millions of miles away, they could only witness it through the Ling Tian Fire Mirror, and people could still feel the vast power that destroyed the world and the earth. In contrast, the group in the hall is self-cultivation, how will they feel.

After two paws. The hall of the fairy spirit was divided into three, and the light of the martyrdom flickered again and again. The sound of the golden crow roaring in his ears was furious, shocking, and a little unspeakably ashamed.

"Powerful as an ant, dare to resist the fire of heavenly wrath!"

With strength, the spirit will naturally improve. Looking for the body twice before, to be honest, Jin Wu is also afraid and does not dare to move lightly. He knew his condition, even if he could restore his body, his strength could not be compared to back then. Of course, be careful.

The words are divided into two sides, after the body is returned to the position, the strength of the golden crow has increased greatly, and the confidence has also increased greatly, as long as the head is returned to the position again, even if the mountain monarch cannot be killed, self-protection must be no hindrance. Because of this, Jin Wu's heart became more and more urgent, and he dared to use his true power without scruples.

"Come on!"

Reprimanding and not forgetting his own priorities, Jin Wu no longer waited for the group to cultivate himself, and raised his claws to point in the sound of broken cheers, and a streamer of light rushed to the sky from the ground, and instantly let out a high-pitched hiss.

It was a roar from the Nine Heavens, buried deep in the earth for 10,000 years.

It was a roar from the true spirit, suppressed by the human world for 10,000 years.

It was a bodyless head, and its voice was louder than the roar of ten thousand people.

It was an angry and unbearable soul who wanted to wash away his shame with blood.

The head returned to its place, the red flame firebird was fierce, and the body of Qianli burst and rolled on the spot, turning into a human form again.

The power of the true spirit is vast and shocking, the wrath of the true spirit spreads all over the world, and the world immediately reacts, the top of the East Mountain, the border of the Western Regions, the Northland Ice Field, and the dangerous areas with a fierce reputation everywhere are restless, and a sleeping beast immediately wakes up, and a wave of manic will roars in all directions, shaking the mountains countless times.

In the wilderness, a piece of fierce mountain, at this time, a strange sound was suddenly heard somewhere, and the earth cracked for no reason, as if a pair of huge hands were pushing below, and slowly sent up a brilliant palace that was exactly the same as the fairy hall

It's just that it's black.

The hall is like ink, the whole body is pitch black, and even the sky that it should illuminate seems to be painted with a layer of black light.

The tidal land of the South China Sea was teleported across the border, and the monks sent by the human world to guard the cross-border array gathered together, trembling and following behind a fat man who was as big as a winter melon, and they were terrified.

"I've been locked up for so many years, and I haven't grown at all, Jin Crow."

The fat man has only one eye on his head, not blind, but he has one eye, and he looks at the sky with one eye, and he can't help but sigh when he looks at the fat man, and he can't help but press his forehead hard.

"Is this going to work, it's a headache"

Feeling hurt here and there, almost at the same time, above the Fairy Spirit Palace, Jin Wu was furious.

"This God has come to help the world, and it is impossible for you not to know it now. A bunch of fools, you have to force the gods to take action, see what you do?"

"The immortals used to be a disaster to the world, but now they help each other just to save themselves, and you also need help from the world. ”

The ruined fairy hall resounded with a tired voice, led by the white-haired old man, and more than a dozen monks clenched their fists into the air,

"I'm weak, but I'm all human, so of course I have to do something human. ”

(To be continued......)