Faced with the power of the two flames, the dust mountain in the void finally couldn't help but be exposed, the majestic peaks, all one, but giving people a vague sense of gravel.

It's as if it's a whole mountain, and it's as if it's a drop of dust that attracts each other.

The moment the dust mountain appeared in the sky, the Lingbao Mountain Junxi was also silent, and the raging tiger hid in the shadow of the mountain peak with its tail between its legs.

As a spirit treasure, it has unparalleled potential and strength, but in the face of the thirty-three day relic, it is still terrified.

At the same time, volcanoes in the sky shattered, as if the lakes that had finally calmed down were stirred up by thousands of ripples.

On the other side, Zhang Yuxian's face also changed drastically, and under the armor, there were blood stains.

"A piece of dust can fill the sea." Under Yan Fengjue's indifferent expression, the dust mountain pressed down again, but the armor on Zhang Yuxian's body was not vegetarian, how could a quasi-immortal weapon be easily suppressed by a mountain peak?

There was a thunderbolt roaring, and another attribute power above the armor was activated.

Thunder and fire surrounded the dust and sand in the center, and the world was left with only three colors.

Yan Fengjue stood on top of the Dust Mountain, looked down at the Chilang Gorge below, and glanced at Zhang Qing, who was in the limelight, "You are very good to be able to threaten the Dust Mountain with the cultivation of the Golden Lotus Sankai." ”

Without waiting for Zhang Qing to speak, the head of the Yan family, who was surrounded by the general trend, continued: "It's a pity, you were born in the Zhang family, and you are doomed to death. ”

After speaking, his eyes fell on the Chilang Gorge, and he seemed to see a pair of angry eyes.

"Ten years, in the past ten years, your Zhang family has had a lot of fun, right? Do you think that there is no gap between you and my Yan family? ”

"Today, I will tell you, why the Yan family is the Yan family!"

"Chen Yu!" With a loud shout, a figure walked out of the large number of teams of the Yan family, and the moment they saw this person, many people in the Zhang family were in cardiac arrest.

Ten years of war, they never saw this man.

"The head of the house, it's ready." Yan Chenyu arched his hand towards Yan Fengjue, and then waved his hands, and the citrine giant pillars fell in all directions of Chilang Gorge, deep under the earth.

"Array! Turn the world upside down! In the flying boat in the rear, nearly twenty Mortal Seed Golden Lotus walked out, all of which were the Yan family's heritage that had never been exposed in the past ten years.

They flew down in all directions, so that the Zhang family couldn't react at all, a hazy pillar of light rose, and in the square pillar of light, there was an earthy yellow spar condensed.

In the end, the light dimmed, the hazy flying sand disappeared, and the entire Chilang Gorge seemed to be locked in a box, and the crystal transparent stone walls contained the power to tear mana.

In fact, it is true, the square-shaped earthy yellow crystal giant pillar, with a terrifying gravitational effect in all four directions, wants to split the entire Chilang Gorge from four directions.

A long knife slashed out from below, and the blood-colored light fell on the crystal wall, shattering an entire wall, but the strange thing was that the next moment the dust of the infinite heaven and earth rolled up, rebuilding the crystal wall at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The gravitational pull of the Quartet continued, and Yan Feng Jue finally controlled the towering dust mountain to press down towards Chilang Gorge.

The air precipitated, and the extreme depression fell on the top of every Zhang family's head, and in Zhang Yuxian's roar, the dust mountain was descending little by little.

"Today is the end of this decade-long farce, and your Zhang family should not exist in the world of Night City."

Yan Feng looked indifferently below, under the dust mountain, everything was nothing, and no one could resist the power of this immortal mountain.

This is the most powerful heritage of the Yan family, as long as the dust mountain is there, the Yan family will not perish.

Below, Zhang Yuxian couldn't stop such a power at all, the gap in cultivation was still too big, and the armor of the quasi-immortal weapon had not recovered much.

Just when everyone in the Yan family thought that they had the chance to win, in the sea of heaven and earth, a figure wearing gilded fire spirit armor condensed little by little.

"The immortal family, if you come without telling you, you are called a thief."

"Master Yan, are you ready to explain yourself here?" Zhang Shenling raised his head expressionlessly and looked at Yan Fengjue, under the immortal technique, he didn't show much emotion, but it brought the deep fear in the hearts of all the Yan family.

It seems that Zhang Shenling, who is looking up at this moment, is the one who really looks down on this sky.

Zhang Shenling held the blank scroll in his hand and couldn't help but shake his head slightly, "It's a pity, it's still a step early, I don't know if there will be a chance in the future." ”

He looked at the scroll in his hand, and the next scroll disappeared in his hand, and at the same time, the sky was replaced by upside-down flames, and even the dust caused by the dust mountain and the mountain monarch's seal was burned and drowned.

Zhang Shenling stepped into the sky step by step, and the aura on his body became more terrifying with each step, and when he was side by side with Zhang Yuxian, a crimson lotus, the seventh petal that had not yet bloomed, began to slowly flutter.

Ten years apart, he stepped into the late stage of planting the golden lotus, and the price was that the eighth petal of the golden lotus bloomed, and I don't know how long it will be delayed.

And his seventh natal spell is the blank picture scroll.

When the picture scroll reappeared in Zhang Shenling's hand, it gave people a different feeling, Zhang Qing looked at it and thought of his Qiankun purple gold bowl.

The fusion of magic weapons and spells is the means of Buddhism, and Zhang Shenling seems to have borrowed the principle of his avenue at the moment.

This was supposed to be the method used by the head of the family in the ninth natal spell, but at this moment, it had to be used in advance.

"Dust Mountain...... Can you hold down a piece of the world? ”

The picture scroll scrolled, encompassing everything in the sky, the dust mountain, the Yan family's many varieties of golden lotus, and the Zhang family.

The pressure over Chilang Gorge disappeared in an instant, except for a world-shaking Jedi Array that still existed, and only an unfolded picture scroll remained in the sky, and on the picture scroll, one after another figures were motionless like paper people.

"The head of the family order, kill the thieves!" Zhang Baijian flew into the sky and roared loudly, the flames spread forward, and the Zhang family's Protector Array made a deafening explosion at this moment.

The eruption of a large array briefly shattered the earth-shattering Jedi array arranged by the Yan family.

In the distance, several golden lotuses of the family began to return one after another, submerged in the scroll, and finally before Zhang Junxiu entered, he was still waiting for an opportunity to slap at the Yan family's flying boats.

The power of the golden lotus disrupted the rhythm of the flying boat, and by the time they stabilized, the crimson flames had already surrounded them.

There is no pressure from the outside world, but in the world of the picture scroll, the threat of the dust mountain has never disappeared, and the falling peaks seem to crush the whole world.

"I say, can you erase a world?!" Zhang Shenling's voice became louder, and suddenly, the world was spinning, and when everyone reacted, they found that they had turned upside down.

The mountain of dust above its head suddenly disappeared into the higher sky, and it seemed that in its understanding, the sky was the earth.

"Daoyin!" Yan Fengjue's expression was solemn, he could see the difference in this world more than others.

In the distance, Yan Daoyin silently urged the spirit treasure of the Mountain Monarch Seal, trying to tear this space apart, which he had easily succeeded once.

But this time, he miscalculated.