Wonderful!

The two words are like thunder, and Thirteen Lang is like a stubborn donkey who has been whipped violently, jumping up wildly.

The cloak was bathed in fire, the thunder was brilliant, the flames were fierce, and the sword intent was vertical and horizontal, and Thirteen Lang jumped into the sky like this, waving his hands with red eyes, and raising his legs to kick out a thunderbolt of gold.

In spite of oneself.

The golden mangs are like electricity, like supernatural powers, not supernatural powers, like will but not will, turning into an old face in the air and flying straight into the distance.

"Dean?"

Thirteen Lang stared at this scene dumbfounded, watching the dean's face fly out of the sky at an incredible speed, flying into a battlefield with a roaring sound, and letting out the strongest roar that he was unwilling to do in this life and after death.

"Lu Fangtian, it's really you!"

"Lu Fangtian, how could it be you?"

Two exclamations, one surprised and gratifying, one poignant and incredulous, exploded in mid-air at the same time. Then there was a terrifying roar, and in my sight, a huge mountain suddenly descended from the sky.

A mountain condensed by pure supernatural powers and resentment!

There are people on the mountain, the phoenix crown palace skirt, the eyebrows and hair are a little full of evil, stepping on the giant mountain like the sky, smashing the xiangxia side viciously.

There are people under the mountain, with a beautiful face and a spider body, eight limbs like knives, a round belly of more than 100 zhang, spinning silk under the umbilicus, weaving a large web that inherits the sky.

The mountain fell, the net was supported, and the smoke from the two met to stain the air, instantly enveloping people and spiders, and it was difficult to see them again. The spells converged, and the rainbow and poisonous smoke erupted in an explosive manner, booming, as if the whole world was about to collapse. The battle feels extremely unreal, far away and yet close at hand.

Just a glance. Everyone, including Thirteen Lang, understood that this was a battle far beyond their level. Don't talk about meddling, you will feel distracted after a few more glances. It is difficult to support the body.

"Old Ancestor!" the little palace master's wail was drowned in the roar, and after a shout, he tilted his head and fell down, for unknown reasons.

"Young Master!"

"Sir!"

"Young Master!"

"Quack! quack"

Sanka is calling, Elder Tumu is calling, Big Ash is calling, Tianxin Toad is also calling, even the dumb aunt can't help but roar, her voice is stuck in her throat, and she can't scream. I can't open my mouth, and I can't move my feet. midair

Thirteen Lang fell like a stone, as if he had lost his full cut liliang in an instant. The aura of heavenly power raged around him, and no one could stand, and no one could resist.

The battle of the top power of the god was enough to trigger the heaven and earth to respond, and although the power of the sky was immense, although it happened a hundred miles away, the people here were crushed to the ground. I can't even lift my head.

If you can't lift your head, you have to see the results. Thirteen Lang's body fell like a meteor, his red eyes firmly fixed on the battlefield, trying to distinguish everything in it. The old dean struck with all his strength from his body. Thirteen Lang also suffered the most coercion, and suffered the strongest backlash.

It feels like going back to more than ten years ago, standing again in the sky above Jinshan. Witnessing the ancient Luosang tree growing wildly around in a predatory manner, it shocked thousands of monks and heroes. At that time, there was Biluo to provide protection. Thirteen Lang really experienced very little, so he was able to talk and laugh freely. Now the three great powers are fighting with all their might. Biluo sleeps, who has time to care about his life or death.

Before, a wisp of spider silk was defeated, and the wonderful sound immediately crashed into his heart, if it weren't for the breath buried by the old dean to wake up, at this moment, Thirteen Lang was afraid that he had fallen into a deep sleep, and it was impossible to wake up at all. Although he woke up at this time, there seemed to be thousands of giant drums beating at the same time in his mind, and there seemed to be thousands of troops hidden in his body.

A few wild roars, a soft roar, several pet demons and ghosts appeared in unison, the rouge bird did not call, and the fiery red figure shuttled back and forth in Thirteen Lang's body, going all out to fight for a moment of buffer for him.

Shisanlang ignored this, his eyes were fixed on the battlefield in the distance, like a dead soldier stepping on the enemy's battlefield, and he would rather cut with a thousand knives than take a good look at the flag inserted into the ground.

The strong light of the battlefield continued, roaring like thunder, countless lines-like light pierced into the eyes, countless boulder-like supernatural powers collapsed, and Shisanlang's eyes were crying and bleeding, and it was almost difficult to open.

At this moment, the old dean's face rushed into the battlefield, opened his mouth viciously like a beast, and bit directly at the spider, which had a face that could not be described in beauty.

At the same time, the palace lady cleared up: "Demon woman, suffer death!"

The giant mountain collapsed with a bang, turning into thousands of spears, and the two realms of spirit and demon, one dead and one alive, two powerful people standing at the top of the human race, fought the Dharma Venerable!

"Whew!"

A terrible roar, a curse of extreme resentment, a thousand years of angry drinking, a huge mountain that fell madly. The next moment, a sea of blood, a few stumps, and countless green rays of light filled the entire sky.

"King, Lin, heaven, down!"

There was silence in the city, and in one corner, several women who were whispering suddenly stopped talking, and their bodies went limp, and in another courtyard, a big man was silently chanting something, and suddenly he roared and bounced, and then fell heavily, bleeding to death.

Under the poplar tree, by the city wall, at the dinner table, in front of the gambling table, countless people died quietly, the death was strange, but the final appearance was extremely consistent, and the body seemed to have been extracted from all the essence and became a dried corpse.

According to the results of official statistics and announcements afterwards, due to the sudden change in Tianwei, 3,862 residents of Randance City were scared to death. As for how this happened, it is strictly forbidden to discuss, let alone spread it.

Violator: Slash!

"Good!"

In the garden within the garden, on the Xianxun platform, Thirteen Lang roared wildly, spurted blood to the ground, fell to the ground, smashed the ground, and rammed out a human-shaped giant pit.

What kind of resentment is needed to make someone like the old dean attack the enemy in a hissing way? What kind of forbearance is needed to allow him to hide a magical power in Thirteen Lang's body, and it will not dissipate after death, and he will not reveal it when he is in danger.

If it weren't for Miao Miao's appearance, this divine power would never have worked, and Thirteen Lang didn't know how far he had cultivated to detect it, maybe forever.

The moment he landed, Shisanro thought of a lot of things, recalled many pictures, and understood many inexplicable links.

The tide of the South China Sea, a random entrustment in front of the door, Thirteen Lang guessed the cause and effect countless times, but he couldn't get the point. Jin Shan inquired for the first time, and he knew that the name that was remembered by the old dean must have an unimaginable origin, far from what he could face at that time, let alone kill. With a long sigh on the Surabaya River, Shisanlang carved another sharp knife on the name "Miaomiao" and remembered it with his heart.

The blood feud between the upper and lower generations must be killed!

The trip to Flurry was an accident, and Thirteen Lang had never associated this place with Miao Miao, until he saw the little palace master and knew his origin and identity from the mouth of the Three Holy Sons, and he couldn't help but have a trace of association.

Little Red, the little palace master, seems to be a bit alike

This kind of thought seems boring at first, but it does affect Thirteen Lang's attitude towards the little palace master, and regards it as some kind of sustenance, some kind of thought. Based on this, Shisanro quickly thought of another thing, something that seemed unrelated, but could not help but be suspicious.

In the world, who can make the old dean powerless, and the head of the Demon Palace has no way to solve it, except for the Shan Jun's disciples, who else will be!

Who else could there be!

This kind of conjecture has no actual basis, even if the old dean is resurrected, it may be difficult to believe; Thirteen Lang doesn't care what others think, he gropes with his senses, and keeps trying.

There is no direction, otherwise, what else can it do?

Shisanlang didn't know that the old dean had done something to him, but when he really saw the old dean's face and saw the blow that did everything to even spare Shisanlang's life, he quickly understood a lot of things, and he was sincerely moved and grateful.

There are doubts, but there are no complaints, only gratitude.

The first thing that can be thought of is that the old dean knows that Thirteen Lang will enter the Demon Domain, if Miao Miao hides in it, with Thirteen Lang's stubborn temperament, sooner or later there will be a day when he will meet him. Now it can be understood that the old dean claimed not to know anything about Miao Miao, and apparently deliberately did not tell it, and not only did he know, but he could even fight with him, and he knew how terrible it was.

The old dean was afraid that Thirteen Lang was not well prepared, so he quietly buried this magical power to protect him, and he refused to stimulate it unless he noticed the wonderful breath, and his intentions were far-reaching. From his point of view, there is no enemy more formidable than Miao Miao. If you think about it further, since the palace lady or the head of the demon palace can recognize the old dean, it means that they have already dealt with each other, and maybe they have also fought each other. In that case, is it possible that this supernatural power has another effect, giving Thirteen Lang one more talisman?

Thirteen Lang met the four-legged, how could such a thing as defeating the floating demon be predicted, it was the will of heaven.

There is also a possibility that the old dean can only go so far, and there is no way. The sealing supernatural power has a limit, if it is not used for some extremely special method, how can it be stimulated after death? The old dean knew that he would not live too long, and he would not be able to survive the day when his beloved disciple grew strong enough, so he used this method, and the wonderful breath was the way to open the seal, and it was the only one.

As for Thirteen Lang can't bear the backlash, how can he think about it. According to the normal situation, when Thirteen Lang had the courage to go to Miaomiao and thought that he was sure to deal with her, his strength would not be as weak as this.

At least ten times stronger!

As a result, the old dean left Shisanlang's body and instinctively took away Shisanlang's mana, physical strength and spirit, if it weren't for the fact that the rouge bird was related to Shisanlang's life, I am afraid that even it would have to be sucked out together.

At this time, he is not a dean, not a spiritual senior, just an old man who hates the sky, an old man who is determined to take revenge.

"I can't do it enough, again!"

Thirteen Lang sighed with heartfelt emotion, laughing at himself for his arrogance, and now he realized that the mountain ape was not lying at all, and that the Spiritual Dharma Venerable could not only sweep away the Wild Dance, if she really wanted to do so, it would be effortless.

The outcome of the battle was unknown, and his vision had become blurred, unable to see, unable to see through, until he could no longer see. The body fell in the air, and countless exclamations and shouts sounded in his ears, and countless thoughts flashed in Shisanlang's heart, and he closed his eyes helplessly.

Open it again, it's been a year later

(To be continued......)