Half of the dough was unconscious, and out of the corner of his eye, he could even see the high, bulging, purple-blue skin.

Teng Ming was shocked and angry, realizing that he had made a big mistake.

He underestimated the enemy!

easily cracked his spiritual trick with a mediocre slap, and even caused serious injuries to himself, such strength has far surpassed him.

The figure turned into flames, and Teng Ming suddenly flew out of the Sword Palace and came to the sky ten miles away.

He was condescending, touching his cheek with his right hand, and a burning pain penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

"The Great Wilderness!"

"You hurt me with such a method!"

This is not only a crushing strength, but also an invisible humiliation, which makes Teng Ming sad and angry.

He stretched out his hands, and the spirit trick suddenly came out.

"Great Blazing Yan Heavenly Venerable God!"

"Edict!"

In the midst of the loud shouts, Teng Ming's body burned into a sky-high flame, and after a breath, the flames rushed out, filling a radius of thirty miles with himself as the center.

The sky above the seven peaks burned with red fiery clouds, and the temperature rose sharply at this moment.

"Faxiang, out!"

Teng Ming drank again.

The flames within a radius of thirty miles suddenly converged, and all of them were compressed into his body. Suddenly, golden flames shone brightly, surging out from his nose, eyes, mouth, and ears.

Teng Ming's whole body was glowing, his figure skyrocketed, and in the blink of an eye, he had reached ten zhang. The sleeves fluttered, and the golden flames flew like butterflies, converging into streamers.

The black hair on the top of his head turned red, and his roots stood on end, and his face changed slightly at this moment, turning into the color of majestic flames, and a golden flame fluttered in front of his forehead, and a flywheel made of red flames hung behind his head.

This is Teng Ming's mystical canonical appearance, the Great Blazing Yan Tianzun God!

The power is strong, and the terrifying flames that burn mountains and rivers can erupt between breaths. It also has great majesty, like the supreme god descending.

Jiang Liu stepped out of the Sword Palace and looked up at Teng Ming in the sky, his face indifferent.

Behind him, the streamer flew away, and under the outline of the Dao lines, a red god with fluttering feathers also floated out, and then in a flash, another god floated out. Then, one after another, a total of seven gods flew into the sky.

The seven-colored light wheel hung behind his head, and the momentum around his body was powerful, approaching Teng Ming.

The red god spat flames from his mouth, burning half of the sky, and with a flick of his fingers, the flying rock fell and smashed towards Teng Ming.

The yellow god, pointing to the golden light, a large piece of sword descended, cutting the Great Blazing Yan Tianzun God. There are also green gods, cyan gods, blue gods, and purple gods, each with the power of different attributes, surrounding Teng Ming in the middle, constantly beating violently.

"Ahhhh

Teng Ming was going crazy, the seven gods floating out of the other party's body, each of them was stronger than himself, and he was powerless to compete with it at all.

In just a few breaths, the flames around him were already boiling, floating in the air.

He also quickly realized a cruel fact, he was not this young man's opponent, and even, the opponent's strength was unfathomable, and he had far surpassed himself.

These seven gods are not gods at all, but more like real gods.

At this moment, the seven gods suddenly all shook, turning into seven-colored light and dissipating in the air, leaving Teng Ming to bend down and stand in the void, gasping for breath.

The river stepped forward, and golden steps were born in the void, and he stepped up step by step, coming to Teng Ming.

"I'm not your opponent, I admit defeat!"

Teng Ming raised his head and gritted his teeth and said.

Jiang Liu lowered his head, looked at the unwilling and frightened Teng Ming, and suddenly grinned.

"You have to remember me, remember this lesson. ”

"Otherwise, next time, there will be no such good luck. ”

Raising his hand, another slap, Teng Ming's body spun rapidly, the other side of his face quickly swollen, his whole head was dazed, and the world turned bloody at this moment.

When he woke up again, it was the morning of the third day, shaking his dizzy head and touching his swollen cheeks, Teng Ming was afraid.

When he was sure that he had landed at the foot of the mountain outside the Great Wilderness Sword Sect's sphere of influence, he glanced in the direction of the Seven Peaks, turned his head and left quickly.

These two slaps will make him remember for the rest of his life. From beginning to end, the other party didn't contribute at all, just playing, or lessons.

It's like an elder who has existed for an endless long time, and when he saw that the younger generation was rude, he slapped it twice so gently.

"Where is sacred?"

Teng Ming's heart trembled, and he didn't even dare to recall the previous scene.

He had never seen such a powerful immortal cultivator, and he was even more sure in his heart that even the head of the Dahuang Immortal Sect could not make him have no power to resist with just two slaps.

It's a complete crush, and the two are not on the same level at all.

The news soon reached Nangong Taihuang's ears, his eyes flickered, and he was even more in awe of the master of the Great Wilderness Sword Sect.

Teng Ming is not weak, and his level of transformation in the sect is also medium, but he was slapped away by the other party's two slaps.

That kind of strength is unfathomable, and it is impossible to judge and predict.

"This man can only be curried, not enemies. ”

"The Great Wilderness Sword Sect must communicate with each other in a friendly manner, be a friend, and not offend. ”

In Nangong Taihuang's heart, he was even more determined in his thoughts.

On the second day, he took the initiative to spread the word again.

"Jiang Zhangjiao, without further ado, the mountain gods will be convened, and the mountain gods will leave, and no one will interfere, it is the best time to plot Hongmeng's luck!"

"I, the Great Huang Immortal Sect, will fully support you, the battle between the Northern Border and the Qianyang Sect!"

"After the victory of this battle, the Dahuang Immortal Sect will also withdraw from the Dongshan Belt, and the resources of the sect and the outstanding disciples I have accumulated over the years will also be given to you. ”

Nangong Taihuang's attitude can be said to be very good, and there is even a little flattery in his words.

He knew that Teng Ming had a bad attitude when he went, for fear of arousing the other party's disgust.

"Oh, Nangong Zhangjiao, since he has this intention, then let's fight with the people on the front line of my sect. ”

"The deity was about to give the order for them to attack. ”

Jiang Liu, who suddenly received the news, was staring at the gossamer that had become a centimeter in size at this time, and replied casually when he heard the words.

The dragon's head, human body, and short tail are almost the same as the Zhongshan gods. The growing Qi Luck Gossamer still seems to be sleeping, as if in the mother's womb, trying to absorb all the nutrients that the Great Wilderness Sword Sect feeds back to it and thrive.

And as he grew up, Jiang Liu finally felt the slightest use of luck.

This also made him more positive about the unification of the entire Great Barren Mountain.

"It's just that this little bit of luck has such a mysterious effect!"

"It's no wonder that they are greedy for it!"

Jiang Liu sighed.

Not long ago, he discovered that this was just a gossamer-sized piece of luck, and it was actually able to speed up the cultivation of ordinary disciples.

That's amazing!

Of course, this kind of increase needs to be personally formulated by him, and it cannot be used on a large scale. But it is already extremely perverted, which is equivalent to an alternative improvement of disciple talent!

Even, based on this, he also judged.

When the luck is further enhanced, he can even change his life against the sky, change the original low-level talents of the disciples, change his fortune, and fate.

"Enhance your talents, and be blessed with good fortune. ”

"Luck, luck, I see!"

Jiang Liu muttered, staring at the gossamer in front of him with his eyes closed.

"I'm afraid, it's more than that!"

At this moment, he realized the importance of luck!