Yan, Xiao, and the monks of the Three Kingdoms of Ghosts gathered together to form a temporary alliance and sit on one side. Such geniuses appear in religious places, and they can't tell what it's like in their hearts. Once it is completed, it is oppression, and it is a threat.

The strong man who is in charge of the universe is located above the sky, reigning over the world and overlooking all living beings.

The three of them are majestic and extraordinary.

One person is radiant, his eyes are different, his skin is dark, he is tall and mighty, and he stands slightly, but he exudes the domineering spirit of the emperor, which makes people worship involuntarily. If there is no real dragon around the body, the momentum of the Ninety-Five is eye-catching, but it is a white robe and a jade crown, if someone sees it, they will recognize it, this is the prince of Xiao State, Xiao Jun.

is down-to-earth and generous, always has Li Min in mind, and has a little bit of Mingjun's demeanor overflowing.

The second person is on the independent side, graceful and suave, the jade tree is in the wind, the face is like a knife carved with silver, flawless, can not find the slightest flaw, he does not speak, but there is an endless flow of charm, the innate power overflows with unique energy fluctuations, changing the surrounding environment. Dressed in a purple robe, with a cinnamon belt around his waist, and Bikan silver heron boots on his feet, his demeanor is outstanding, which makes thousands of girls scream and go crazy.

Yan Chenfei, the only prince of Yan Kingdom, is chic by nature, ignores mortal dust, pursues the way of chic, worships the famous teacher's sect, and is a god-level figure who will be in charge of the wind and rain in the future.

The last person, quite far away from the two of them, covered everything in black, the opposite of the light, but the pupils were exposed, black and shiny, and there seemed to be a whole world inside. He was completely hidden in the darkness, and no one could notice it, behind him, several black shadows appeared, and the laws of space seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure, and there were traces of cracking.

The son of the ghost country, the number two person in the Western Elysium, has been hidden in the snow for many years, and this time he was born, I don't know what myths and stories will be raised.

Western Bliss, which has existed since ancient times, is known as having the power to reincarnate sentient beings and change heaven and earth.

The Ghost Kingdom Dynasty, I don't know how many years it has existed, is powerful, and there are countless strong people.

A mere ghost general can fight the Heavenly Pillar Holy Son White Dragon on par, and you can imagine the horror of all the power.

The Ghost Kingdom is more like a knightly legion, with almost no mortals, all soldiers.

They formed a huge army of darkness as a soldier, galloping on the battlefield, and the Horse Leather Shroud was a great thing for him, for which they willingly dedicated all their lives, not for themselves, but for the supreme glory.

Soldiers, wash the world, change the world.

This is the ghost country, the subjects who were born for war, for the country, without false dedication, died, disappeared.

A name that makes people jealous: Jun Zaitse.

The first wise man in the ghost country, the first day of genius, the god of killing, the strategist who killed hundreds of millions of generals in the blink of an eye, the battlefield general who covered the sky with one hand, this is him, Jun is strategizing.

I make a strategy, and you are like a floating corpse walking, but day and night, temporarily borrowed.

Xiao Jun, Yan Chenfei, Jun Zaitse, the pinnacle of young monks of the Three Kingdoms, a quasi-god-endowed genius, a strong cultivator, a strong fighter, and I have not heard of any defeats.

When the trio appeared, all the monks appeared behind them in turn, in opposition to the religion.

However, many monks also appeared in the gambling house, shouting loudly.

A white crane flew from the sky, as if white light came to the dust, tearing the sky and initiating it.

The white crane carries a person, the whole body is snow-white, extraordinary dust, gestures, full of elegance, he crossed the white crane, standing on the side of the tiger, suddenly, the fragrance of flowers overflows, Du Dan flowers dominate the world, the lotus is proudly independent, and the begonia is pressed Baifang.

Here a hundred flowers bloom, purple and red, like spring back to the earth, and light and dust.

Standing slightly, it drives the void to rise and fall, bursts of light flash, and dao patterns emerge, depicting thousands of people.

He closed his eyes and recuperated his mind, not subject to any fluctuations, as if he was a peerless master, and turned into an immortal.

White Dragon, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Machine, the supreme peerless genius, and the strong man who fights the soldiers of the Ghost Kingdom alone.

Everyone's breath was closed, their eyes shrank, and the immortal descended into the world, and the majestic posture of the independent mountain converged into a unique picture, which was deeply engraved in everyone's minds and existed forever.

Many people were surprised and praised again and again.

He is only the age of a dancing elephant, but he has achieved heights that mortals cannot reach in a lifetime, and people can't be jealous at all, just because he is too perfect.

The gentle temper, fair skin, and indifferent temperament attract the flower girl like a god, and let her follow it with all her heart.

The white feather crane is so arrogant, but it is willing to be reduced to a mount for people to drive, you can imagine the power of the white dragon.

He always has a faint smile, smiling at the flowers of the world, laughing about the dust and clouds, without the slightest killing atmosphere, and his eyes are all gentle and delicate.

The girls have Venus in their eyes, their hearts are full of worship, and they can't control themselves.

The sun slowly rose in the sky and dispersed into the abyss, without any reaction.

Tiger is located on the peak, the clouds cover the mist, and it is even more mysterious.

Many people began to waver, such a god, can Zhu Yuan defeat it?

The answer is uncertain for a while.

Time passed minute by minute, and everyone looked embarrassed, did Zhu Yuan give up?

The white dragon sat in the void, waiting leisurely, as if everything was under control, and he knew the future.

An hour passed, and Zhu Yuan never came.

Two hours passed, Zhu Yuan was nowhere to be seen, and on the empty mountain, a naughty whirlwind rolled up, and the dust that flew up was telling sadness. A few chickadees stay on top of it, which makes it even more quiet and lonely.

There should be a man standing there, proud of all beings, pointing his sword at the world, fearless, and shouting: Who else?

This is what all the monks think. But that man never appeared.

The sun is in the center, and the soft light makes people feel like a spring breeze, beaming, and the cold air dissipates.

The shadow of expectation in their hearts was never gone, and many people began to retreat, feeling that Zhu Yuan was scared and did not dare to fight. They should have thought of it a long time ago, the White Dragon Holy Son, with his talents, how could he be such a nameless young man in the countryside who dared to wipe his hair?

is also full of confidence, firmly believing that Zhu Yuan will appear, those people are self-contained, it is Ji Linglong, Gu Linglong, and Ma Scar gathered people, there are dozens of people.

They resolutely put all their belongings on Zhu Yuan, Ji Linglong firmly believed that the young master would definitely appear, that mysterious spell magic technique, not afraid of anyone, even if he was a white dragon, it was still the same.

His eyes were blazing, looking at the top of the altar, there would be a figure appearing, there would definitely be.

"Zhu Yuan, fight, Zhu Yuan fight. Small voices spread out.

Gu Linglong and Ma Scar heard it one after another, and shouted loudly together: "Zhu Yuan, should fight, Zhu Yuan, should fight..."

Ma Scar's eyes were even redder, and he roared with all his strength.

The shouts of more than 30 people converged and broke the waves, turning endlessly.

More and more people shouted at that voice together. The monks who pressed Po Yuan on Zhu Yuan also roared along with him. They didn't want to break the yuan like this, and suddenly worked harder than anyone else.

There's no way, if you don't work hard, the last chance is gone.

The sound of the vast sea of smoke came from the pavement, pushing the mountains and the sea, so that the sky could hear it.

In the distant nameless valley, Zhu Yuan was still comprehending the two methods of pulse killing, the method of ten thousand earthquakes.

If there is a voice, he can't comprehend it carefully. With one move, there are countless pulses around it, spreading out, washing away all the dark things, making people awe-inspired.

But there is no Guhua phantom as mentioned in the scriptures, although the attack on the tyrant is just illusory, and it is a failure after all.

The sound continued, and he was uneasy, and when he heard it clearly, he suddenly remembered today's battle, and looked at the height of the rising sun, and was surprised that he forgot the time.

Dao patterns appeared, appeared a hundred miles away, and Ling Xubu unleashed, and soon approached the place where the sound wave was.

The sound of waves woke Zhu Yuan up.

In the green and secluded ancient peak, a divine lightning appeared in the void, and came in the blink of an eye, the light was extremely dazzling, but everyone clearly saw a figure appear, who was it?

A name appeared in their hearts at the same time, Zhu Yuan.

Everyone's hearts stretched, and he finally came.

The monk, who had traces of retreat, hurriedly turned around and carefully watched the battle of the new gods.

Bai Long opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he spat lightly: "It's finally here." ”

Zhu Yuan is dressed in a thin shirt, his sixteen-year-old body is slightly thin, his momentum is like a rainbow, he stands at will, stands up to the sky and the earth, the idea of killing rushes in, the meaning of the flood and famine appears involuntarily, and the divine light fills the top of the mountain, frightening the birds to race out.

He is full of spirit, his long hair is flying, and the whole person is filled with Buddha light, forming heaven and earth of his own, and merging in the universe.

The battle spirit in his eyes is high, his hands are cloudless, his feet are on the stars, he is carrying Kuiyun, and he is in charge of the world. The holder of the ancient idea, with his unique momentum, made everyone understand that this person would either not fight, or he would end up dying.

Zhu Yuan waved his hand, the whole world was clear, and no sound came out, and he said majestically: "This battle, the gentleman said, I don't want any hostility." Is it possible?"

The white dragon raised its head, and the crane flew out, hovering the sky.

"The theory of my generation only says that the universe is profound, the principle of reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, and does not participate in the suspicion of the sect, and personal grievances are in it. People will win the day, and the winners and losers will be safe. ”

Zhu Yuan and Bai Long smiled at the same time.

The monks were amazed, their state of mind was so arrogant, regardless of the sect of heaven and earth, national enmity, personal grievances, they became heaven and earth, and they were proud of the world.

The master is lonely, and it is a great blessing to have a match.

Let's get started, Zhu Yuan said.

The monks of the Three Kingdoms glanced at each other, and their eyes changed with surprise. Two immortal geniuses actually appeared in the sect at the same time, for them, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse?

Semi-Xudu, Xu Lun, Yukun, Yu Xiangtian, Kang Xi, and An Ran each set up a mountain, as a god-level powerhouse, they disdained to fight with the world, Wei Ran stood upright, and everything in the field was clear.

As soon as the words of the two came out, they felt that the minds of the two geniuses had matured, and it was a good thing for them not to participate in the interests of any sect in the battle.

Many things, once mixed with other thoughts, will carry emotions, will give birth to a lot of negative effects, and have a great impact on personal strength.

Shi Shengyu is surrounded by everyone, extremely arrogant, as a powerful Zhou Yi genius, he has capital. Although Bailong has become famous, but, for him, beyond the matter of time, there is an indelible difference between Zhou Yi and Daowen, he is unique and unparalleled in the world.

The white dragon sighed secretly: "There will be a battle in the end, so let's do our best." ”

The wind swept the clouds, evolved the avenue of the sky, for a while, the sky was clear, all the power gathered in the runes, the white dragon leisurely carved a divine gate, the black vortex swallowed wildly, the whole person's face became pale, and the sound of thunder and tremors was transmitted for a long time.

The Gate of God began to move, surging like a giant beast in the wilderness, destroying all obstacles.

Zhu Yuan did not show weakness, the Dao Pattern Technique appeared, he would not be able to defend, and the shot was an attack and killing technique.

The sword of the Heavenly Void to stop the whirlpool of the Divine Gate.

When the giant beast encountered the strong resistance, it did not dare to advance in the slightest.

In half an hour, the Divine Gate began to shake and restless, and there were traces of decay at any time.

Zhu Yuan sat cross-legged, his eyes opened, and he spit out Weilan lightly, and an unfathomable rune appeared in the sword light, and suddenly the light was bright, and the space seemed to be broken.

The Divine Gate finally couldn't resist anymore, and the mark collapsed and began to retreat.

How could the white dragon give up and gently flutter out the Dao pattern to stop the retreat.

Thousands of miles of light waves collapsed, the mountain peaks subsided dozens of meters, and the roar was endless, falling into the endless abyss, not knowing where to go.

Heaven and earth seemed to be weeping, and countless hurricanes rose suddenly, and they stood resolutely, glancing at each other and smiling at the same time.

Zhu Yuan and the white dragon fought at the same time, and the giant sword and the divine gate disappeared.

"The god gate is like a beast, brave and unstoppable, attacking and killing into a god, don't dare to wipe it. Zhu Yuan said.

"The giant sword is like the sky, unpredictable, invincible, I lost this battle. Bailong said.

Zhu Yuan didn't care in the slightest.

"The next battle, than the defense. The white dragon said lightly.

"I throw in the towel. I don't fix the defensive pattern. Those who talk about the Tao, learn from their strengths and avoid their weaknesses, and I will not disobey. Zhu Yuan revealed that he was indifferent, he didn't practice defensive skills, and he would lose this battle.

A hint of realization appeared on Bai Long's face and he accepted this ending.

"This scene begins the way of evolution. "The white dragon sighed, his body gradually rose, and all the flowers began to bloom, forming a Dao pattern enchantment, which was self-contained, and began to gather supreme exquisite attack divine arts,

Blooming with an incomparable winged posture, elegant temperament, a grass and a flower, containing Shinto, a hook and a slip, like a heavenly scar in the dust.

In the silent place, there is divine light, and the heart is boundless.

"Today, I only use the Tao pattern, nothing else. ”

Pulse Killing, destroying all power and changing everything.

The impact was like a sea of smoke, and after only a few seconds of contending with the Dao Pattern Enchantment, it broke through the boundary, and the Shinto Celestial Scar appeared, resisting the killing technique. The swaying flowers of the wind rise into the air to resist pulse attacks.

The entire space was absolutely suppressed, and no power spilled out.

Everyone was fascinated by it, and their eyes were reluctant to blink, for fear of missing the highlights.

Standing on the highest peak, looking down on all beings, he said: "Dao Pattern Master, the talisman is monstrous, changing the laws of the world, in a single word, the two of them will be timed and transcendent masters in the future." However, on the path of the Taoist, it is impossible for two people to go at the same time, and one person will eventually be lost. ”

Xu Lun saw hope, where there is a hometown and longing, this person will be his hope, the purpose of their coming here, I hope you don't let me down.

Yu Xiangtian was furious, but he was half-vain and indifferent, Xu Lun's aggressiveness, so that he didn't dare to make a move, and he didn't dare to wipe his two great gods.

Yukun didn't blink his eyes, he had a killer feature, and he firmly believed that Zhu Yuan would thank him in the future.

The name of the killer is Yan Fuji.