The so-called fairy palace is just a fictitious place created by Feng Lin Wan in the way of dream soil.

It seems vast, but it's not real.

At this time, Feng Lin let out a lot of words, but he didn't panic at all.

With the help of the Dao Shi Heavenly King secretly, he can sing this play.

"The people who hide their heads and show their tails dare to say such ridiculous words to others, they don't know what to say. "The old man in the lead, with Feng Lin in the air, is not close to the Immortal Palace.

He was also worried that there was a mystery hidden inside.

Therefore, even if he was verbally insulted, he did not act impulsively and rushed directly into the so-called fairy palace.

Seeing that these people did not rush in, Feng Linwan breathed a sigh of relief slightly, but his mouth was unforgiving, and he snorted coldly.

"Huh!

The two bronze ancient doors in front of the Immortal Palace suddenly exploded, and a cyan palm wind slapped towards the leading old man. The heavy palm force, like a towering mountain, pressed hard. The surrounding space was torn apart by cracks.

This palm... It was taken by the Dao Shi Heavenly King.

Feng Linwan just made a show and said two words of nonsense.

It's like two people in a set, one performing a double reed after the other.

The old man knew the power of this palm, and he didn't dare to be careless, and used the power of his whole body, and the terrifying evil qi condensed into a black dragon claw that poked out of the void, and slammed into the cyan palm print.

Syllable!

The powerful qi wave directly shattered the surrounding space, and a violent suction force came from the depths of the shattered space. And in this burst of suction ripples, the ethereal Asgard remained unmoved, without a trace of damage. And the old man was between his chest and abdomen, full of blue light blooming, and the whole person had retreated dozens of steps in a row, unable to lift it in one breath, and fell seriously injured.

I saw that the clouds and mist gradually dissipated, but I could see some scenes inside through the bronze ancient door.

A handsome man in green clothes and black hair was sitting on a cloud couch with a guqin on it, and the strings of the guqin had all broken. If you look closely, the man's limbs, wrists, and ankles are covered with a slender chain that constantly blooms with spiritual light, and the four ends of the chain are tied to four strange copper beasts, which seem to have four different extreme powers, forming a complete cycle, locking the man to death, making him unable to move freely.

Everyone who saw this scene was a little shocked.

Looking at this situation, this man was suppressed and sealed?

However, it is such a person who has been sealed and suppressed, and with a palm of his hand, he has such great power. The strongest of them was seriously injured and retreated, almost swept into the turbulence of space.

"Who are you?" After the old man was forced to retreat by a palm, another person stood up and pointed at Feng Lin and asked.

Even he didn't notice it, and there was too much uncertainty in his voice.

This is Feng Linwan's scheming.

If it's just a simple one, a person comes out and uses the hand of the Dao Shi Heavenly King to force them back.

Of course, there is also a certain shocking effect.

But it can't be elevated, let alone reach the level of 'immortal' in the ideal concept of this world and monks.

And with the trapped and bound body, it is an understatement to retreat from the enemy with one palm, and the sound of the piano is chaotic, which magnifies the concept.

"Me?" Feng Lin raised his head, as if he was thinking carefully.

Then he suddenly said: "By the way, who am I? The 'Bad Sky Master' who made all the Dao Void empty, or the Chaotic Star Emperor who suppressed the stars? Is it the peerless demon lord who once killed an era... Or with swords and poems, the 10,000-year-old Qinglian Immortal?"

"Who am I, who am I?"

Feng Linwan's face was just confused at first, and then crazy.

After the madness is permeated, it will be terrifying, wantonly shuttling and destroying in the fairy palace.

"Red Dust Fairy... Feng Linwan! It's you! It's you who imprisoned me! You said it made me reflect for 100,000 years. So far... Why are you still holding me in for 100,000 years? Why are you still holding me in prison?"

"You don't keep your promises! You don't keep your promises!" Feng Lin roared wildly and flamboyantly.

The chains that bound him around him rattled.

At the same time, the bronze beast that sat in all directions turned into four real divine beasts.

The divine beasts bloomed with infinite brilliance, forming a huge, majestic array of four spirits.

The big array pressed Feng Lin Wan, so that his chaotic momentum gradually converged.

Suddenly, with a pinch of Feng Linwan's hands, a small green lotus flew out of the fairy palace.

Looking at this lotus flower, everyone tensed and did not dare to relax at all.

Although I don't know what the mystery is, just listening to the people in the temple talk to themselves, coupled with the momentum it releases, is enough to make people feel awe.

It's just that this green lotus is weird.

One life is two, two is three, three or three things.

In the blink of an eye, it's almost the entire sky.

At the same time, an indescribable horror is also rapidly being born.

Those monks who were surrounded by Qinglian didn't dare to wait any longer, and they all used their own tricks to sweep towards the surrounding Qinglian.

With the outbreak of cyan light, many green lotuses that were originally only half in full bloom began to bloom, and with the blooming of green lotus, a trace of magical cyan light condensed out, and finally turned into a series of tiny swords, these small swords gathered in one place, like a sea of cyan fine light.

All the monks had incredible expressions on their faces.

It was hard for them to imagine how they could make an ordinary-looking green lotus gradually evolve into such a vast sea of sword light.

And the people in the Asgard Palace are still entangled in themselves, self-doubting and scrutiny, and they don't take them to heart at all.

A mighty wave, after the roar of the sword.

Tianyu clarified that the dark clouds, evil qi, and black curtain were all as if they had been erased by a rag.

A large number of high-ranking monks who were originally high in the sky fell from the sky like dumplings.

Those who cultivate to a high level and have a solid body are fine.

Those who have low cultivation and average physical bodies, if they have either been crushed by the sword qi and turned into minced flesh and blood, they are about to be slammed on the ground and shattered into a puddle of flesh, and they will die without the dignity of a monk.

Those who survived had horrified expressions on their faces.

They have been scared out of their minds.

Not only did he not dare to approach the fairy palace that hung far away in the sky, but he also remembered the two names more firmly.

Then they each chose a direction and traveled thousands of miles...

The battle in the clouds has already been decided.

Or rather... This victory or defeat is predestined in advance, and the difference is only the process of implementation, and the experience of pretending to beep and digging a pit.

And the battle on the ground is gradually showing signs of victory and defeat.

It is said that the time is not as good as the location, and the location is not as good as the people.

The army of living people, at this time, not only has the time, but also the people.

After several charges, the army of Cui Jin, who had already been killed, was defeated and fled.

In fact, it is only a part of the people who will actually die on the battlefield of head-to-head combat.

What's more, in the process of escaping, a huge flaw was exposed, and the pursuers who were chasing after him were easily strangled.

At this time, Cui Jin's army had collapsed, and the battle line had completely collapsed... The tide is over.